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stxary · 3 days ago

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Touch || 01

❤︎‬ pairing : jungkook x fem!reader

‪‪❤︎‬ genre : non idol au, college au, brothers best friend au, childhood enemies to lovers, love triangle, smut / angst / fluff

‪‪❤︎‬ word count : 2k

‪‪❤︎‬ warnings : reader is 20, jk is 22. reader n jk are both health majors ( reader- nursing, jk- medicine ) jk is an asshole, reader hates him. bickering (lots more to come..) umm that's it for this chapter lmk if I missed anything !

❤︎‬ a/n : hi :) im back after almost two months.. wow.. i hope this series im starting helps make up for inactivity !! ive had this idea on my mind for a while tbh, i just didnt know how to execute it but i finally had motivation yay ! i think ill probably keep this short, maximum 10 chapters just in case i disappear again.. ill probably keep the word count on the lower side just so its not a hassle to read too. anyways enough of my yapping, i hope you enjoy !! ^_^

“I’d like you to be my teacher’s aide.”

See, now those weren’t the words you were expecting to hear when your professor told you he wanted to speak with you after class.

You thought that he was going to speak to you about your grades. Maybe you didn’t do well on the last research paper you turned in. Or maybe he found out you helped that girl cheat on her test that one at the beginning of the year.

So hearing your professor ask you to be his teacher’s aide caught you off guard.

You weren’t completely opposed to the idea. God knew you could use the money.

You just weren’t sure you wanted to deal with the students that would come up to you blaming you for their bad grades, when they didn’t even do the work. But then again, the money was nice. You didn’t have time for a real job, and your lifestyle was rather expensive. Your brother Namjoon was getting fed up with paying for almost all of your stuff.

That’s the only reason you accepted the job, because you thought about how said brother Namjoon would be on your ass and give you one of his lectures about how he wasn’t your father and you were perfectly capable of providing for yourself.

When you accepted the job though, you thought you would just have to grade papers, maybe help make lesson plans and PowerPoints. You didn’t know you would have actually to tutor students.

Right now, you wanted to hit your professor for not telling you who you had to tutor. Not just once, like with the other kids. No, he said you would probably have to tutor this guy for the whole semester.

It would’ve been fine, if it was literally any other person. But no, of course the person you had to tutor was Jeon fucking Jungkook.

You really didn’t like Jungkook. You haven’t since you were kids. You guys were complete opposites. As a kid, you were more on the quiet side. You only focused on school, the thing you were interested in the moment, and your few friends. While Jungkook was everything you hated. He was loud, arrogant. He was the type of kid you would beg your teacher to move if you got sat next to him.

You tried to like him, but he made it near impossible. From the fights you had in elementary school, to the pranks he would play in middle school, to the way he would bicker with you just to get a rise out of you in high school. He was one of the most insufferable people you knew.

The only reason why you dealt with Jungkook for so long is because he was Namjoon’s best friend. For the longest time you wondered how Namjoon could even tolerate him. Yet, they were inseparable. Two peas in a pod.

As you got older, Jungkook (mostly) grew out of his antics. Now that you were in college, you barely talked. You tried to avoid him as much as you could. But in the few times you did interact with him, he would just make teasing remarks and small comments about little things.

Which is exactly what he was doing right now.

“And there.. Jungkook, can you please focus so we can get this over with?” you huffed out, setting your pen down.

He was slouched in his chair, paying attention to everything but what you were trying to teach him. He was impossible. It was like trying to teach Algebra to a baby.

He groaned, sitting up to finally look at the page. He skims over the picture, which was an x-ray of a body highlighting the skeletal system. “Fine.” he said reluctantly.

You pointed back at the page, hoping that when you spoke your irritation wasn’t evident. You knew he was acting dumb just to get a rise out of you, and fuck him, because it was working.

“Okay, what are the different types of bone cells and what do they do?” you asked, glancing at his face. His eyes were squinted, as if he was deep in thought. If you didn’t know better, you would think he was actually in thought. Before he gave the stupid ass answer he did.

“…are all cells in your body not the same? I thought animal cells were the same.”

You had to run a hand over your face and take a deep breath to prevent yourself from screaming at him in this quiet library. “Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?” you asked.

The thing is, Jungkook wasn’t dumb. No, he was actually really smart. It was just the fact that he never did work. Or even attended the classes. He skipped his classes often, going to do god knows what. (Most of the time it was to meet up with and sleep with girls.)

He smiled at you, that damn cocky smile that always made you want to strangle him. “Because I like seeing how angry you get. You’re cute when you’re mad, angel.”

You glared at him. You were used to his flirty comments, because you knew he never meant them. He only said them to get a rise out of you, so you never showed a reaction.

“I told you not to call me that.” you muttered, your voice snappier than before.

He tilted his head, his smile growing bigger. “I know. But I’m still gonna call you it.”

The nickname probably wouldn’t bug you so much if it wasn’t for the fact that he only used it in a teasing way. Ever since middle school, he would jab at the fact that you were this perfect child. He would call you angel, mary, probably ten other nicknames that you couldn’t even remember.

You took a deep breath, trying not to cause a scene. You did not want to get kicked out of the library just because Jungkook was acting like a baby.

“Let’s try this again.” you spoke, your voice calculated, slow. “What do osteoblasts do?”

He ran a hand through his hair, blinking at you. “I have no idea what those are.”

Your eye twitched. You knew you shouldn’t have been expecting more from him, considering he never went to class, but this was just outrageous.

“Do you not.. ask people what happens in class after the fact? Jungkook, how the hell do you expect to pass this class when you don’t even show up?”

He leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes. “Hey, I don’t need a lecture from you, missy.”

“No, you need to get your shit together. You wanna get your degree and get the hell up out of here, don’t you?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

He hesitated, letting out a hum. “Hm, I dunno. I kinda like being able to have all the girls I want. You know, most of them aren’t uptight bitches like you-“

“Okay, you know what? We’re done here. Bye.” you said abruptly, having enough of him for the day. Right about then you were remembering why you hated him so much when you were younger.

He sat his chair down on all four legs and whined. “Oh, come on, angel. Don’t be like that. Don’t you get paid per session?”

You ignored him, continuing to pack your things before storming out of the private study room. You seriously could not deal with that man. And you had to tutor him for the rest of the semester. Yeah, fuck your life.

“Jungkook told me you’re his new tutor, said that you flipped out and ran away earlier.”

Namjoon’s voice came from the front door as he brought in the bags of food you ordered.

“Whatever. I didn’t flip out, I left because I think I would have punched him in the face if I listened to him talk for one more minute.” you corrected, getting up from the couch to help him bring in the bags.

He snorted, starting to take boxes out of the bags. The smell of the food, both sweet and savory filled the kitchen, making your stomach growl.

“I can’t believe I have to tutor him for the rest of the damn semester. Can you believe he’s already failed the class once? What an idiot!!” you ranted, shaking your head as you slammed your hand down on the counter.

“He can be smart. When he wants to be. And when he actually goes to class.” Namjoon replies.

“I know. That’s what pisses me off. How is he always skipping class to meet girls? Then he acts clueless, and he only does it because he wants to see me angry. He said it’s cute!! He doesn’t even take me seriously!” you grumbled, snatching your box of food before plopping back onto the couch. Namjoon followed, watching your outburst in slight amusement. He had always thought you and Jungkook’s rivalry was funny.

“You know you’ve gotta get along with him to get the money. I already told you-“

“I know.” you groaned, shutting him up. “Ugh, but can’t you just keep buying me everything? I liked it when it was like that?” you whined.

“No. Because you ask me for stupid shit.”

“What? No I don’t!”

“Yes you do.”

“Name one stupid thing I’ve made you buy.”

Namjoon pauses, staring at you, before beginning to list things. “Those birria bombs off Tiktok shop, that skincare off of Temu that you never even got, a pair of headphones when you already had one-“

“Okay, that’s enough! I can justify all of those!!” you lift your hands up in a defensive gesture. Namjoon narrows his eyes at you, urging you to continue.”

“Cmon, I really couldn’t turn down the birria bombs. They were on sale! You can’t even deny that dinner was good for 3 nights when we got them.” you pointed at him, and he just stared back at you.

“Then the skincare.. it was a full set. I really had to get it. It was supposed to come with pimple patches and all! Fuck Temu. And-and the headphones.. I needed a backup. Then a backup for the backup.”

“You have a spending addiction.” Namjoon said, after just blankly staring at you for a few long moments.

“No I don’t.” you denied, taking a bite of your chicken.

“Please get yourself a boyfriend. Preferably a really rich one, so he can waste his money on buying you pointless shit instead of me. I can’t remember the last time my wallet hasn’t been crying for a break.” he says, fake sorrow in his voice.

“Ugh, fuck you.” you pout.

Namjoon laughed, reverting the conversation back to the original topic. “Seriously ___, you’ve gotta get along with him. You can’t back out of it. The semester only goes by faster when you don’t completely hate him.”

You sighed heavily. He was right. You were never going to get through this semester if you didn’t find a way to get on good terms with Jungkook.

“Really, he’s nice-“

“No he’s not!!” you interrupt, sitting up straight on the couch. “He’s an asshole!”

“Because you’ve been an asshole to him.” Namjoon deadpans. You furrow your brows. Of course you’ve been an asshole to him! He’s been one to you since you were kids!

“Because he’s been one to me!!” you say defensively, and Namjoon just gives you a look.

“So do you see the cycle?” he asks, calmly. A complete contrast to your tone. But you were always like this when you complained about Jungkook. He irked a nerve in you that nobody else could. It honestly was a talent.

Namjoon did have a point. If you continued down this road, you were just going to go in circles with Jungkook like you’ve been doing your whole life. You slouched down, not even responding to Namjoon’s question. He knew you were defeated when you just took another bite of your chicken.

He took a sip of his drink, before speaking again. In that same, calm tone. It always amazed you how calm he could be when you were on the verge of going insane.

“Talk to him. Have a normal conversation with him. He can be nice if you can be nice.” You turned your head to look at him, giving him a pleading look. When he just stared back at you, you let out a big sigh.

“Fine.”

Fuck Jungkook. You were getting through this semester. Whether he wanted to cooperate or not. You were tutoring him, and you were getting that damn money. So if that meant attempting to be nice to him, you could do that. Even if it felt like it would be the death of you.

#jungkook fanfic #stxary #bts #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts imagines #bts x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #jungkook smut #bts smut

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rhiannonsknife · 1 day ago

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im ovulating and i want baby fever with jackie sooo bad

now hear me out…this, but with housewife!jackie…hear me out!! (some nsfw content. mdni.)

housewife!jackie is absolutely getting baby fever out of nowhere at, like, brunch with some old highschool friends. someone props their newborn in one of those little bouncy seats at the table and jackie gets visibly distracted, stirring her coffee absently while just…staring. it’s not like she’s never seen a baby before, it’s just the fact that some of her friends are starting to have them and that you are at a point in your relationship where you could start talking about having children. and even though technically haven’t had that conversation yet, it’s then that she knows she wants it with you.

after that, you catch her curled up on the couch with her phone’s brightness turned down low, obsessively reading articles: “how to know you’re ready for a baby” and “things i wish i’d known before having kids”.

catching housewife!jackie making plans <33

you also find her standing in the doorway of what used to be the guest room, arms crossed over her chest, staring at the walls.

“jax?”

jackie turns slowly, surprised that you caught her here, leaning against the doorframe. “i was just…thinking,” she says. “about…you know. maybe painting it? pink or sage green or something.”

“for the guest room?”

housewife!jackie who absolutely insists on tracking your cycle: she pretends it’s casual and insists that it’s “just so we’re prepared!” but secretly has a full, color-coded app on her phone, and a backup chart handwritten in a planner she keeps tucked inside her nightstand.

also, she will remind you whenever you’re fertile: leaving ovulation tests on the bathroom counter with a cute note like “just in case! :)”, scheduling spontaneous date nights when the timing’s perfect, greeting you at the door in lingerie you haven’t seen before…

housewife!jackie volunteering to wrangle every child at your next family gathering. she sweeps your little cousins into games of tag, sits cross legged on the floor doing arts and crafts, even holds the tiniest child in her arms. nervously at first, then effortlessly bouncing them on her hip and making them giggle once she’s warmed up.

— nsfw content below. mdni.

some nights, jackie gets so lost in it: the thought of your hands on her stomach, your mouth tracing the curve of a swelling belly. the idea of you holding her afterwards, sweaty and crying and still trembling because she made life with you.

she can’t make herself say it yet, so she pleads for it physically, without words. she drags you closer, clings to you harder, burying her face in your neck. ‘make me yours,’ she’ll plead instead, because it’s easier than asking for what she really wants. ‘make me yours forever’

housewife!jackie who accidentally lets her fantasy slide because she wants it so bad :(

you have her sprawled out beneath you, hair fanned messily across the pillows, her nails dragging red lines down your back as you grind against her, strap gliding inside her deep. jackie is already close. her thighs tremble where you’re pressing them apart with your palms and she keeps losing her rhythm, hips stuttering up against yours.

right before she comes, jackie’s mouth falls open and without even seeming to realize it, she gasps:“please give me a baby, please, want you to-” she doesn't even notice she said it, just keeps clinging to you, rolling her hips and chasing it until her body goes rigid on the sheets and her cunt clenches around the toy.

later, when you're lying there catching your breath, sweaty and sticky and wrecked, you don't bring it up immediately. your fingers trace along her stomach while jackie stares at the ceiling and you try to find the right words.

“did you mean it?” you murmur eventually. there's a long, suffocating silence. just when you think she’ll pretend it never happened, jackie whispers: “yeah.”

housewife!jackie who can’t stop after that. every time you’re fucking, no matter how slow, how sweet, how rough, she starts mumbling it against your skin.

you’re barely moving inside her, your mouth pressed to the soft spot behind her ear. jackie’s legs are locked tight around you, her nails digging into your shoulder blades. she’s the one doing all the work, rocking her hips against yours in circles.

“feel so full-” she whimpers, rubbing her clit with two fingers. “bet you could, like this, bet you could really do it-”

housewife!jackie who wants to get you pregnant…?

you’re laid out on your stomach, hips tilted up for her as jackie grinds against you. her mouth finds the shell of your ear from behind, soft breath first, then desperate words pouring out:

“gonna put a baby in you, sweetheart,” her hips stutter forward as she says it, and she moans against your neck. “there you go- that’s it, take it!”

housewife!jackie who takes her time to worship you <3

she kisses down your body, sucks soft hickeys all over your chest, fingertips tracing your stomach in awe. she’ll kneel between your legs and look up at you with those big, greedy eyes and whisper, “gonna make you so pretty for me, baby”, between broad licks up your cunt, dwelling in your gasps and shivers.

#jackie taylor Ღ #˙🔞 ̟ !! mdni #jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor x female reader #jackie taylor x you #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x female reader #yellowjackets x you

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norrisainz33 · 6 hours ago

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simp || cs55

summary: carlos has a massive crush on one of hollywoods it girls, y/n and he desperately wants her to notice him

pairing: carlos sainz x famous!reader

fc & warnings: madelyn cline and suggestive. you are responsible for the content you consume

requested: yes! thank you for your patience!! i know this took forever

masterlist

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ynuser: can’t even tell i’m jet lagged to all heck right now thanks to my incredible team!! thanks for having me dior

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carlossainz55: jet lag has never looked better princessa

user1: how does this man always beat me here im

user2: when u show up to a who loves y/n most competition and this mf there

user55: its getting hard to make excuses for you carlos

user1: your hair omgggg you look so good

yourbff: no you're glowing

ynuser: thank you 🤍

user4: god i’m obsessed with you

joeburrow: 😍 [liked by ynuser]

yourcostar: ok i see you gorgeous girl

ynuser: i miss you

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user2: carbonooooooooo

user4: i love that lia is here too omg

carlossainz55: ynuser shooting my shot 😌

user55: carlos go 1 minute without mentioning y/n challenge failed

user5: since my goat said to tag her ynuser hello did u see this

user55: god he’s down so bad ynuser please im begging

user43: ynuser carlos saved my cat from a burning building

user77: carlos built me a house ynuser

lando: ynuser hey

carlossainz55: my guy 😉

yourbff: lmaoooooooo ynuser you gotta put this man out of his misery

user55: EVERYONE STAY CALM CARLOS STAY CALM MY MAN DONT EMBARRASS US THIS IS HER BEST FRIEND

carlossainz55: yourbff ynsuer please

user4: god hes such a simp this is painful

user8: i love this trio sm

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user1: you are the definition of beauty

carlossainz55: you should try the spanish sun. i think you’d have a lot of fun under it 😉

lando: not your best work mate

charlesleclerc: mon ami what was this line

lewishamilton: next time be less obvious

user55: not even the drivers can defend him anymore

user22: body is tea

zendaya: the prettiest lady 🤍

ynuser: daya 😭😭😭😭🤍🤍🤍🤍

user33: so you can paint now too?! what can’t you do

user44 the literal love of my life

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yourbff: Y E S! he is so fine it’s sickening

ynuser: he is really attractive……

yourbff: anyone with eyes can see that bb

ynuser: alright…… i’m gonna dm him

yourbff: YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS

yourcostar: i laughed out loud at this and then checked your posts and man is trying his hardest

ynuser: stoppppp 😭😭😭 he is committed and honestly i’m into it

zendaya: tom knows him!!! he’s a super nice guy. i say go for it

ynuser: if you and tom approve i’ll do it

zendaya: double date!!!!!

yourfriend1: DO IT FOR THE PLOT

ynuser: on it

yourfriend2: i have been begging you to get into f1 for years now

ynuser: you’re right…. my bad girl

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user2: you’re doing just about anything but filming that new season huh

user55: no way. no way you’re in spain. oh my god this better be about carlos. i’m gonna crash all the way out

yourbff: OMG YOIRE WITH HIM!!! AGAIN?!?!?!

ynuser: i am!! having the best time with him 🥹 after our first date in monaco he convinced me to go to spain with him over his break from driving and it has been like a dream

yourbff: you have to facetime me later and spill the beans

ynuser: if i get any alone time i will 🤭

yourbff: are you….. staying in the same hotel room?! OMG DID THEY DO THE THING WHERE THEY GIVE YOU A HOTEL ROOM THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE 2 BEDS BUT WAS ONLY 1?!

ynuser: AHAHHAH no i am NOT in a romance book tho it feels like it. we chose to get a hotel room with only one bed 😏

yourbff: i’m giggling, goofing , freaking out. how dare you not tell me this !!

ynuser: i promiseeee ill call tomorrow!!

yourbff: fineee enjoy your night of f*cking. you gotta tell me how he is 😉

ynuser: STOPSJDK

carlossainz55: i’m glad you love it mi amor 🥰

ynuser: might just be because i have the best tour guide ever

carlossainz55: that definitely helps i’m sure

user4: aesthetic af

charlesleclerc: thank GOD!

ynuser: it’s been a long time coming

charlesleclerc: you can say that again

user12: on god this better be about carlos sainz

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user2: you’re my love

lando: you in amorrrrrrrrr?!

carlossainz55: yes 😍 she’s just as amazing as i imagined

lando: awooga that’s the best news ever

user4: i can’t wait for you to get back on track

alex_albon: are you having fun????

carlossainz55: so much fun…. some would say the most fun especially because she agreed to be my girlfriend 😉

alex_albon: thank GOD. george owes me £400

carlossainz55: que?

alex_albon: we took bets on if she’d fall for you or not. i said she would 😌

carlossainz55: i’m going to have to give george a call it seems. who else bet on this????

alex_albon: the whole group chat 😅

carlossainz55: give me a list of everyone who bet against me

carlossainz55: DONT LEAVE ME ON READ

carlossainz55: ALEXANDER ALBON

user55: you’re in barcelona. y/n is in barcelona…. she’s blonde… there’s a blonde in this photo that looks a lot like her….. did you do the unthinkable and get y/n to notice you?

user13: when you getting back in the car king

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user3: oh my god he’s done it

user55: THATS MY GOAT!!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU

lando: i can’t believe my eyes

carlossainz55: me neither

williamsracing: so this is why you were in the best mood i’ve ever seen and asked for a paddock pass for every race for the foreseeable future

carlossainz55: 😌🤍

alex_albon: incredible work mate

user23: wondering what insane level of simp he’s gonna reach now that he’s bagged the baddie

charlesleclerc: you are welcome!

ynupdates: claiming credit i see charles

charlesleclerc: well i helped

ynuser: my friends did send me your tweets so really you both did this

carlossainz55: and i thank you both charlesleclerc ynupdates

user34: i just stood up and applauded

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a/n: thanks for reading!!! likes and reblogs appreciated. been very busy recently, hopefully will have some more time to writing soon!!

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kirietown · 3 days ago

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Rag Doll Dance

Pairing: robert “bob” reynolds x f!reader

Summary: the thunderbolts never came; and instead earth’s mightiest hero is entered into a rag doll dance with a psychologist who’d do anything to see valentina squirm.

Content: manipulative reader, seriously reader is a bad person, smut, cream pie, vaginal fingering, unethical reader, thunderbolts spoilers sorta? this is an AU, very minor mention of past drug use

18+

Word Count: 3.4K

a/n: im considering a part two if people show interest!

Valentina’s instructions were clear; do not make physical contact, and do not give him your name. As far as he knew, you were the psychologist, and that was all you would ever be.

You didn’t anticipate that you’d break rule one by the end of this session, and rule two soon after that.

”Hello Sentry,” you said after you walked into his room and shut the door behind you. The space was warmly lit, under your own suggestion as it would provide him with a sense of calm. Early scans prior during his trial phase suggested that cooler colours tended to act as stressors. The room, his room, although plain in its features provided security with the thought put into its simplistic design.

He sat up straight upon your greeting, unmasked curiosity graced his features. You took a moment to assess him; plain face, messy brown hair, yet a sense of wonderment that seemed to elevate him. He was nothing special, yet something about him softened you, though only a bit.

“You can call me Bob,” he said quietly. “Sentry… I don’t think it quite fits yet. What’s your name?”

You ignore his question.

“Why do you say that?” You move closer, and took a seat across from him. He stiffened and moved his back more firmly against the headboard of his bed. You noticed the tremor in his fingers, and relaxed your own posture, hoping to ease his nerves.

You knew his name already, you knew everything about him. You had watched his pre-screening tapes, and followed along with his trial updates. However, to Bob, you were someone new sent to speak to him.

“Well,” he chuckled and tilted his head sheepishly. “Hearing it sometimes, it feels like someone’s trying to put me into a suit that’s just a little too big around the shoulders.” He spoke softly, though firmly as though you couldn’t convince him otherwise.

You don’t try to.

”Only sometimes?”

“Other times… I feel on top of the world, and it fits me just right. But right now, I think I’m just… Bob. Who are you?” The question at the end came quickly, and you barely had time to process it before his apologies came out in a flurry. “Or you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I— I’m sorry, I really don’t want to be pushy… I’m no good at these sort of things.”

You smile tenderly before you reply, “you can just call me the psychologist. It’s what I prefer; it’s like my own superhero title, don’t you think? I can call you Bob if that’s what makes you comfortable. But just know that Sentry fits you just right, at least in my opinion.”

He blushes, and once again tilted his head at that awkward angle like a child in an old painting. You do your best to hide your satisfaction.

“So you’re like my shrink?”

“Psychologist,” you replied.

”Sorry, sorry,” he said. “I told you I’m no good at this.”

“What is it you’re not good at, Bob?” You said his name carefully, and noticed the shiver it sent down his spine. He was truly an open book, it was endearing in a way, though it didn’t charm you. You were interested in him the way you were interested in playing with rag dolls as a child. Could you force him to dance? Could he learn to make himself uncomfortable for you?

“People,” he said. “I guess I’ve never been too good with that. It’s hard, no one ever really talked to each other in my house growing up. It was always yelling. But I’m guessing you already knew that, didn’t you?” You barely noticed that he moved closer. You held your breath as you realized he now sat at the edge of his bed. His wavy hair obscured the corners of his eyes as he lowered his head down. You knew if you looked down, his feet would be nearly touching yours now.

You remained still.

“I did know,” you make sure not to deny the truth. “But I think it’s better to hear it from you than from a file. After all, I’m here to help you.”

”I don’t think I can be helped… I think I’m a lost cause, I’m no good.” He said this with certainty, as though he knew the truth. You pretended you couldn’t see the lights flickering. You pretended you can’t see his hand on his thigh, twitching, fumbling against his pants as though begging to be held.

“You talk as if you know that to be certain,” you replied. “I don’t think you’re a lost cause; lost, yes, but I think you’ll find your way. You just have to open up, we can figure out who you are together.” You spoke softly, and noted his heavy breathing. He stilled, as though deep in thought before he replied.

“I’ve hurt people,” he said. “I’m scared it’ll happen again, and I won’t remember any of it.” He wrapped his arms around himself, as if in need of protection. “I don’t know you, but I feel like if I hurt you I wouldn’t be able to live with it.”

You decide on a new approach, it’s reckless, and you’re thankful Valentina listened to your request to remove any audio or cameras from this room (you double checked with your guy in IT to confirm this).

“You may just hurt me,” you said. He turned his head up in shock and met your gaze. “But I know what I signed up for. I won’t give up on you out of fear, nor do I care to make false promises about my safety when it’ll be your choice in the end. I’m not here to lie to you Bob, I’m here to support you.”

His baby blues continued to stare into your own eyes, his pupils impossibly small and it felt as though you were staring into the ocean. Could eyes really be that deep? Was it a result of the trials? Regardless, you chose to go against your own better judgement, and take his hand in yours.

As the author, I cannot tell you what the void showed you in those brief moments, but I can tell you that you felt a familiar pain, heard a voice from your past, and relived an experience that was most frightening.

When you were back in the room, you still gripped onto Bob’s hand. Tightly, securely, and rubbed your thumb onto the back of his palm.

“Like I said,” you spoke calmly, and it was a wonder how you didn’t spill your lunch onto the floor. Your stomach was queasy, your brain a mess from the void. “I’m not going anywhere.” He looked at you, really looked at you for a few moments, as though in shock that you didn’t pull away in disgust or anger. He squeezed your hand as though to make sure you were still there and it wasn’t all in his imagination.

“You name,” he said. “I heard it.” He whispered it— sounding out the syllables, as though it were a blessing. It left you stunned for a moment, realizing he had seen your worst fear; the deepest part of you. He said your name again, softly, before he collapsed into your arms. His knees hit against the floor, though you suspected he felt no pain.

You caressed his locks as he wept into your lap, his arms encircled around your waist reminding you of a shackle chaining you to the floor.

…

Valentina appeared to be quite impressed by the improvements to Bob’s mood since your first session. Over time, as you continued to visit, she noted more focus during his endurance training amongst other aspects related to his powers. She encouraged the sessions turn into a daily occurrence, and you obliged.

You walked in, only to be smothered in a hug as soon as the door shut behind you. You were taken aback, though unsurprised as you noted his affections had increased over the course of your time with him. It had started as merely reaching out his hand to grasp yours, which you typically didn’t entertain but after a talk with Valentina after you confessed the events of the first session, she encouraged that you explore his limits together. It was strange of her, though at the time you could only nod your head as she was in charge. It infuriated you,— you had the suspicions from the very beginning that this was all some sort of puppet show to her where she could string you along however she liked.

You snapped out of your thoughts as he breathed in the scent of your hair, and held you close to him. “I missed you,” he said. His warm breath fanned across your cheek and sent a shiver down your spine, and much to your shock he held you even tighter.

You pushed his chest away softly. “I apologize,” you said. “I realized I had to take some of my PTO, so that was why I missed these last three days. I wasn’t able to warn you in advance.” Your words were true, though you had plenty of time to warn him, you chose not to because you wanted to test the level of co-dependency he’d built up.

It was Valentina’s suggestion, unfortunately; upon reading your sessional notes, she realized he harboured some sort of deep attachment to you personally much to your bemusement. What he lacked was control, an anchor able to tie him down and have him committed to Valentina.

It had been the plan all along, and you were young, attractive, and seemingly loyal enough to Valentina to be selected.

Valentina of course did not share this with you, rather your own sleuthing skills led you to this conclusion. Her plan would backfire eventually, but for now you’d entertain her— as well as yourself.

“I thought you left me,” he said softly. “I was worried I scared you.” You furrowed your brows in confusion for a moment, until you recalled that your last session with him had ended abruptly. Bob had been in a poor mood, his finger tips had been blackening. You couldn’t be bothered to deal with a potential Void outbreak, not when you were so close to clocking out. You had made some sort of excuse, and left quickly, hoping that no one would have to die that night.

Luckily— for the world, it seemed Bob had sunk into a state of worry rather than depression in your absence. You mentally cursed yourself for your own selfishness at the realization you could have almost caused a potential apocalypse because you didn’t want to miss the new seasonal premier of your favourite show.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “My mother… She’s been sick lately.” Your mother was fine, however you knew the concept of a mother in need would trigger his forgiveness far better than any other excuse.

”Is she okay?” He asked worriedly. You felt a twinge of guilt at your own deception, but it quickly disappeared once you realized he’d taken the opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist, tenderly, as though you were a couple.

It annoyed some deep part of you, though you weren’t too sure why. Was it your code of ethics? It wasn’t as though you lived by the rules, in fact your lack of morals was likely why Valentina was so fond of you.

“She’s fine now,” you finally replied. “I spent most of my time off taking care of her; she’s always been a real fighter.” The lies came out so naturally, you hardly even realized. The truth was you spent your PTO watching re-runs of your favourite shows, and trying to make dinner plans with some of your friends (which kept falling through).

“You’re amazing,” he said. His hands moved to cup your cheek. You’re stunned, as once again, this was quite a new development. You chose to lean into his touch anyway.

“You flatter me,” you replied softly. You make sure your lips brush against his palm and you feel him shiver again. He truly was an open book, it was marvellous.

He stepped back for a moment as though suddenly aware of himself. You feel cold where his hands had been holding you, and you make effort to show sadness on your face at his sudden lack of contact.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes refused to look at you. Instead they’re trained on the floor, his fingers grasped onto the bottom of his pyjama shirt. “I shouldn’t touch you like that… It’s not right, I- I don’t wanna take advantage of you…”

For a moment you freeze, as it took every cell in your body not to laugh at his words. To you, he was the bird in the cage; vulnerable, and perhaps injured in a sense. Did he not realize? You ignored the way his tone made your heart shrink in itself. You buried the feeling deep inside you as you didn’t want to dwell on the fact that perhaps his continuous insecurities bothered you. He softened you, though you would never admit to that.

“Are you forgetting I’m the psychologist here?” You said as you took a step forward and placed your palm over his chest. You could feel the hardness of his muscles, and felt your thighs tighten a bit at that sensation. Instead, you focused on the drumming of his heart, it beat so loud you could visibly see your hand quake on his chest.

“I could hurt you,” he replied. You know he can. You sense the way he held back, his hands pressed into fists at his sides. But you have always been curious, and perhaps that was your worst trait (though you had many).

“What if I want you to?” Your other hand trailed up his shoulder, finding its way curled into his locks as you gently brought him closer to you.

Suddenly you were once in the middle of the room, and now against a wall. You hardly had time to react due to the speed and because of the fact his lips were pressed against yours hungrily. Slowly, you regained your senses and kissed back, your tongue snaking into his mouth and swirling against his. Moans escaped your mouth as his hands moved against your body, squeezing your hips and ripping your coat off without any regard.

In another moment, you found your back pressed against his bed. Your legs dangling over the side, with Bob pressed firmly in between them. You wrapped them tightly around his hips and felt an unmistakable hardness digging into your thighs.

His lips were still against yours, barely giving you any room to breathe until you felt the cold air of the room reach your chest. He had torn off your bra and shirt completely and moved his mouth to latch onto your nipple.

You breathed shallowly, gulping as much air as you could. You moved your arm to caress his hair as he continued to toy with your breasts, his mouth on one and his hand on the other. Your senses were distorted, it felt as though he was everywhere and yet nowhere. He moved so quickly, you barely had any time to register that his other hand had found its way under your skirt. He toyed with your clit to which you cried before he plunged into you. His fingers jerking rapidly, sending another cry out of your throat.

”You’re so fucking wet,” he said after he’d removed his mouth from your nipple with a pop. “Fuck,” he continued, laying his head against your chest as he inserted another finger into you. “You’re so tight… How are you so tight?” He asked as though curious, he took his other hand and wrapped it around your chin and forced you to look into his eyes. Your own eyes widened in return, noting the gold accents that obscured the once baby blues.

You barely had time to acknowledge the change, when he hit a spot deep in you that it caused you to screech embarrassingly loud. You determined that no one outside the room entered because they likely assumed you were being brutally murdered.

“Please,” you mumbled. His fingers tightened around your chin, staring into your eyes as he hitched his fingers again, hitting that spot repeatedly. More moans tumbled out of your mouth, though it was hard because his hand forced your lips into a pout. You weren’t sure when the tears came, but you could feel the wetness trail down your cheeks. Regardless he didn’t stop he brutalization of your pussy, nor did he look away from you for a moment.

“I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum,” he said— and you did. You cried silently as you felt the build up in your tummy subside, as the pressure exploded and left a mess all over the sheets. It was only then that he pulled his fingers out, and you watched as he brought them to his lips and sucked.

You shut your eyes, opening them again at the feeling of rustling fabric. Bob ungracefully removed his shirt and tossed it toward some far corner of the room. You admired the contours of his chest, gliding your fingers over his abs in wonderment at how such a physique could exist.

He shut his eyes for a moment, taking in the sensation of your hands before he loosened the ties of his pyjama pants and pushed the fabric down alongside his boxers to reveal his cock. You felt your hole clench at the size, unsure if you could take it after his fingers had left you sore.

Regardless, on instinct your body pushed closer to the edge of the bed. Your legs wrapped tighter as he pushed his cockhead into you. It stung for a moment, and you hissed softly— he paused, and leaned over you. His lips caught yours in a gentle kiss, so very unlike the one before, and slowly shoved himself into you inch by inch.

“You’re taking me so well,” he said. He propped himself on his elbow to see you. His hair curtained his face, and you leaned up to push it back, the sweat allowing it to stay in place. He pressed his forehead against yours, as he continued to rock into you. Soft moans filled the room from you both as his hips continued to pound into you.

“I dreamt about this,” he whispered. His speed hurried, and you could tell he was chasing his end. “I swear I’m not a pervert,” he choked. “But I knew I wanted to be inside you since the moment I met you,” you gasped at his words— not at the sentiments, but at the filth of it. It caused you to tighten around his cock, a shudder went through him as he continued to fuck into you faster.

“Fuck,” he said. “You’re practically sucking me in. You wanted this too, didn’t you? Wanted me to mmm— fill you up like this?” You only moan in reply, feeling that familiar build up in your gut, your end soon approaching once more.

He quickened his thrusts. “I love you,” he choked out, whimpering against your cheek. You ignore these words, you tell yourself they mean nothing to you. You tell yourself the fuzzy feeling in your chest is from the orgasm fast approaching you. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he babbled continuously. He repeated your name softly, like a prayer before he shifted to grip your hips and lifted your right leg up. The new angle allowed him to plunge deeper into you and you let out a soft moan as you felt your stomach burst. He fucked you through your orgasm aggressively and likely as hard as he could without killing you.

His own soon approached, you felt his hips still as a sudden flood of liquid filled inside you. Warm, and impossibly full. He laid on top of you for a moment, and you swear he mumbled: “… way better than meth.”

As you laid underneath his body, his cock still snug inside you, you felt a sense of dread crush your spirit. It was ironic that inside the room he couldn’t leave, that you felt trapped in his arms. Especially as you focused on the ceiling, and noted the black spiralling shadows that danced across the once warm orange accents.

I’ve made a terrible mistake, you thought to yourself, and as if somehow sensing your hesitancy, you felt Bob pull you impossibly closer.

#kirietownwrites #bob reynolds x reader #sentry x reader #void x reader #marvel fanfic #MCU x reader #thunderbolts x reader #thunderbolts fanfic #robert reynolds x reader

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hsangel64 · 2 days ago

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meeting the family

pairings: neighbor!ellie williams x fem!reader

synopsis: its been a few weeks since ellie asked you to be her girlfriend and now its time to meet her family

warnings: use of y/n, mild cussing, mainly fluff!!

a/n: really short thats all enjoy!

pt. 2 — pt.4

“dont be nervous! joel can be scary but he’s like a giant teddy bear. just has that hard exterior cause he’s old..” she waved her hand around and went back to sifting through her clothes.

“i know i just get nervous with this stuff, my ex’s family HATED me! of course i’m going to be nervous.”

“i promise they will love you.” she came over to you and put her hands on your shoulders reassuring you, landing a small peck on your cheek and going back to finding herself an outfit. you groaned and fell back into the bed trying to reassure your own feelings. if ellie says it’ll be okay…it’ll be okay. you got up and got your things ready as ellie finished getting ready. ellie emerged from the bedroom smelling like her famous pine cologne.

“ready to go?” you nodded and you both made your ways outside to ellie’s car. the drive over was silent with the radio on a low volume and the sound of the car. you were nervous, like a lot. just thinking about the worst outcomes wasn’t helping your case.

“are you okay baby?” grabbing your attention you turned to her and nodded.

“yeah im okay.” she placed her hands on your on your thigh rubbing her thumb.

“i promise you it’ll be okay, ill be there to help.” you gave her a small smile and took a deep breath.

you guys got there quickly, pulling into the drive way you took yet another deep breath and got out of the car. following ellie close behind carrying the small tupperware of the cookies you made.

“babe its going to be fine. if you feel too overwhelmed just let me know okay.” you gulped and nodded thanking her. ellie knocked on the door and a woman opened it.

“hey honey! joel ellie’s here!” she pulled ellie into a hug and you just watched from behind.

“hey tess.” she giggled at the sudden hug.

“you must be y/n!” you held your hand out but tess pushed your hand away and pulled you in for a hug.

“no need to be formal were all family here!” you smiled at her and followed behind ellie inside, you saw two men standing in the kitchen and another woman sitting at the dining table.

“hey kiddo! how goes it?” she went around and hugged everyone and said hello.

“its been great…oh this is y/n.” she introduced you and you held out your hand, he shook it and nodded at you.

“i’ve heard a lot about you, been wondering if ellie was gon’ find someone to deal with her.” she hit him and you giggled at his remark.

“she doesn’t deal with me!”

“okay okay.” he put his hands up in defense and looked over at you and winked, you giggled quietly at his action. maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad.

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you all were sat at the patio table outside enjoying a delicious dinner that tess and joel made. the string lights and the sunset being the source of light with the smell of food and laughter from everyone around the table. your nerves eased down and you got more comfortable. ellie had her hand on your thigh as you guys talked about funny moments during ellie’s childhood.

“you really were an ankle biter huh.” ellie pushed your shoulder as you all laughed at the story joel told. everyone was done eating so joel grabbed everyone’s plates.

“hey y/n why dont you help me with these dishes, i’ve gotta show you somethin’.” your heart dropped, what was he going to show you….oh god. you got up and grabbed some plates looking at ellie for some support. she tapped your butt and whispered that it would be okay. you followed behind joel as you both made your ways into the kitchen.

“i don’t want you to think i pulled you in here to tell you i don’t like you or somethin’ like that.” you nodded to him and he continued. “ellie’s been through so much, last time she had a girlfriend it ended horribly and she was here sulkin’ on my couch for months. all im sayin’ is i trust you and i like you a lot already. i just hope you don’t go and break her heart too.”

“no i promise i would never mr miller-“

“please call me joel, mr makes me feel old.”

“okay- sorry…but i promise i like ellie a lot and i would never go out of my way to ruin the one thing that has made me happy in a long time.” he nodded and did the unexpected…he pulled you in for a hug. pulling you against his chest with his hand holding your head against him, you slowly placed your arms around him and sat there for a little.

“woah were buddy buddy already??” you both pulled away to see ellie standing in the arch way of the kitchen, eyes wide open.

“was just givin’ her a talk that’s all.”

“oh jeez joel don’t tell me you scared her away..”

“i think you need to worry about that with yourself.” she gasped loudly and pushed him.

“you ass!” you laughed watching them mess around, you were thinking about what joel had told you and it made you smile. he wasn’t so bad after all.

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taglist: @elliespotion

a/n: the shortest thing i think i’ve ever written but i’ve been busy and couldn’t think of what else to do for this… i will have longer chapters though!

#ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams fic #ellie x reader #the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie x y/n #tlou fic #ellie x you

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mottysith · 2 days ago

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"May you never forget me" First chapter

Song inspired title: May you never forget me by Temachii

Platonic! Dad!burning spice x Teenager!reader

Platonic! All x Teenager!reader (gender neutral)

Summary: You were the offspring of the saviour of change, having to watch how your life was quickly destroyed by the now beasts, you choosed to be different from your father.

Warnings: fluff, eventual angst, mayor character death, no beta read

Sorry for bad english, it isn't my natal language.

Word count: 6,9 k

You were the offspring of the saviour of change, Warming spice cookie.

You adored him with all your heart, since he was the light of your existence. Being baked in his shape by the witches in his request.

You were cooked by one of the most powerful witch, in where she used the finest ingredients for your dough and let it rest for 12 days until finally cooking you in the oven. When you were finally baked, she gave you to warming spice cookie as a baby to be taken care of.

From your earlier years you were very adored by him, being dotted at all hours of the day just for doing the simplest achievement.

You also were a lovely child, helping the cookies around you who were in a rush. Making you receive the praise of them, which you adored and always looked foward to.

From time to time, your father would tell you that you were going to be the Highness of the kingdom one day in the future, which always got you excited. You even made your own carboard crown so you could play to be the ruler with other cookies.

———

You were seated in front of your father, in the wooden table in front of you there were a lot of papers which your dad was reading attentively. You were swinging your legs in boredom, and your child-like curiosity made you wonder.

"What are you doing?" You asked innocently enough, looking awaitingly at your father who was now looking at you.

"I'm just reading reports about how our kingdom is doing my dear" He explained to you steadily.

"Our? Will it be mine someday?" You looked at him.

"Of course my spice, when you get older enough to completely understand my work and I get tired all this kingdom will be yours to reign" He said softly.

You excitedly stated loudly "Im going to be a Monarch!" While getting up from your chair to jump around the room, your father yous laughed to himself as he continued to read the kingdom's report.

———

You always wondered a lot about the things you didn't know as a child, following your dad wherever he went like a little duckling asking all the questions that only a child could have 'why is the sky blue' 'Why do cookies exist' and a lot more, which he always answered with what he knew. Sometimes laughing at the most dumbest ones and other times thinking for a few minutes before giving the best answer he could have thought of.

Warming spice cookie in his free time made you train with him, you didn't really like it but you did so anyway.

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You were in the training room with your dad, you both were friendly fighting so you could level up your skills, yet something is clear, you were miserably failing.

You fell to the ground for the tenth time now, really exhausted. "Come on my spice" your dad said to you. "You have to keep training so you can become as strong and powerful as I am" You got up from your fall and grabbed the wooden sword once more, holding it towards him.

"I'm ready for another round!" You stated loud and clear.

"That's the spirit!"

———

Sometimes he left you in the hands of other saviour to take care of you, it was never a problem since they adored you and you loved them back.

Sparkling sugar cookie, the virtue of happines, she let you play in her paradise with other cookies around your age. Her personality was sweet like sugar and everytime you felt sad she would sing a song while playing tunes in her harp so you could calm down.

———

You were playing tag with another cookie, while you were running around the big playground in the paradise when you suddenly slipped on a branch, falling to the ground and scrapping your knee.

Your first instic was to cry loudly, which made Sparkling Sugar hurry to your side the second she heard your cries to try to calm you down.

"Don't worry sweetie, is just a rash, nothing serious" her calm words of reassurance didn't stop your sobs. "It hurts" You sobbed, Sparkling sugar seemed panicky then she remembered something "Hey, I just know what will make you feel better my sugar!" She grabbed her harp to start playing with it as she hummed a soothing song.

It was so mesmerizing that you stopped crying just to look at hear her singing, the tunes were hypnoticing and her voice was angelic, sparkling sugar smiled at that.

"Don't worry about that okey? I will take you to the infirmary to get that all patched up so you can feel better and play again" She said calmly to you as she still played the harp, the tunes being hypnoticing. "I would like to" You murmured, your voice still weak from before, yet you didn't feel sad anymore, you felt calm, serene.

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Blueberry milk cookie, the virtue of knowledge, he was the owner of the spire of truth, where a very big library was always open for the public. He usually just looked over you making sure you didn't do anything dangerous or stupid as he worked around, telling you stories from time to time and showing you the greates books you ever had the fortune of reading.

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"Another history!! Please?" You asked him with puppy eyes as you, blueberry milk just sighed "okay, just one more" "yay!" You started bouncing from one feet to another as he looked around the library, looking for a certain book to show you while you followed him from behind, your excitement showing trough your movements.

"I just know what you would like" he said, grabbing one of the book placed in one of the highest bookcase shelf.

He sat on the floor, motioning you to sit next to him, Which you did withouth thinking twice.

"Have you wondered about how the story of earthbread began?" He asked you while opening the book, you nodded at his words.

"I supposed, you always have been such a smart and curious cookie, my little genious" He praised you while he looked through the pages, which made you believe that you were even smarter than you actually were for a moment.

"Well, let's see" He said as he adjusted his glasses " The story begins when this very Silver Tree was only a small sapling. When the World of Desserts was at its infancy. The Witches baked five Cookies to help them in their creation of the world.

The five Cookies imbued with absolute powers walked Earthbread as almighty envoys of the great creators-"

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Platinum salt cookie, the virtue of solidarity, they were a knight who never let anyone down, usually when you were with them he teached you forms of how to fight. And they sometimes let you held their shining platinum sword. Which you absolutely loved.

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You were watching Platinum salt cookie ad they fighted with that shinny sword, you always wondered, how it would be to hold it?

You got close to them, platinum salt stopping in their movements so they couldn't hurt you.

"What are you-?" They said as you touched the handle sword they were helding, while staying completely still. "I like swords, they look shiny"

Silver salt stayed silent for a moment before speaking again. "Have you ever thought of becoming a knight?" They asked you, you looked up to them, stopping holding the sword to start playing with your fingers "yes, no? I don't know, knights are cool" your answer made silver salt laugh.

"Don't worry my little knight, you will know your path when you get older and maybe we could train together someday." They said to you, which left you a little excited for the future.

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And lastly Divine flour cookie, the virtue of volition, she was the founder of the Ivory pagoda, where a lot lf cookies went to wish their desires. You usually helped around the temple when you were with her.

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You were sweeping with a broom every dirt you saw on the floors of the Ivory pagoda, which was very clean usually yet someone spilled some water on the floor and you knew how much responsabilities Divine flour has so you decided to clean it yourself.

While sweeping a figure came towards you from behind, you would have been startled yet you knew it was divine flour, her presence can be felt from miles away and you being close to her made you recognize her from far away.

"You don't have to do that my child" She stated calmly, insisting that you stop. "But I want to, this place is special" You insisted, making sure the floor was all clean.

"Why is this place special then my dear?" She asked calmly, wanting to hear your answer.

"Because you are here" The answer surprised her, making her smile warmling at you.

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No matter how lovely a child is, they grow. Changing their habits and starting to act and look diferent and more mature, thats what happened to you.

You had grown up into a teenager, you were still very nice though your curious part of you has change into precation and maturity.

Currently you were in the spire of truth, reading a book in one of the many seats of the library, calmy looking through all the pages, a sense of calm and serenity washing all over you.

A smaller cookie approached you, looking at you curiosingly and doubt.

"Do you know where the child sector is?" The cookie asked, you just smiled at them.

"Yes, I do. Follow me" You got up from your chair, starting to walk towards the kids section while making sure the younger cookie didn't get lost.

You knew this place like the palm of your hand, having been here since you were a child made you know all the things in here and a lot of books in the place.

A few walks away and you two arrived. "Here we are, there are a lot of books. So make sure to not get too confused while choosing!" You said jokingly with a warm smile in your face watching as the small cookie got lost in the hundreds of book shelfs that were there.

Someone from behind you touched your shoulders, startling you and making you watch behind. "Blueberry milk cookie, don't scare me like that!" You exclaimed surprised, yet you didn't seem annoyed.

"Ah, that wasn't my intention to scare you" The saviour of knowledge stated to you, as calm as he always was, you wondered if he ever lost his composure.

Your thoughts were interrupted with his voice. "I saw how you helped that child, you know you don't have to do that right? It's my job" he commented to you.

You quickly answered "You work a lot around here, and it doesn't take a lot for me to help a bit. Also, the cookie came for help to me first. It's not polite to refuse to help them" You said calmly.

Blueberry milk cookie laughed at your answer. "You never change." He exclaimed with a smile. That phrase builded a questions in you. "What do you mean with that?"

He looked at you "Ever since you were a small cookie you helped around. I'm surprised you don't notice how helpful you are" He laughed a bit. Looking away at one of the windows.

"Warming spice is very strong and smart, yet when he first got you, you were very curious and It sometimes overwhelmed him so he usually left you here with me so I could take care of all your wonders, so I do know very well. I still can't believe how much you have grown since then" Blueberry milk looked at you warmly once again.

"Come on! Don't say that. You, the virtue of knowledge should know that cookies grow." You said, a little embarrased like if he was your parent showing you silly pictures of your childhood.

"I do" he said calmly. "I do very well, Spicy reader cookie" He looked away. This time not looking back at you.

"I have matters to do around here still, I guess the others would love to see you." Blueberry milk cookie said to you as a goodbye. Taking you off guard by how fast he left.

But you thought, he was right, you should visit one of the other saviour. Like divine flour cookie, she would love to see you.

You quickly went to find her in the ivory padora, the thousand stairs made you suffer but you didn't mind it that much since she was always there in the ivory pagoda if you were honest. Very few times you have seen her outside of that place.

You entered the holy place, finding a long line of cookies waiting to get their wishes fullfiled. Of course, this was what this place was all about.

Thankfully, due to knowing divine flour personally and usually helping around instead of praying for a wish you could enter withouth waiting in line.

You skipped through the cookies, most of them knew that you were here to help yet you sometimes heard a cookie mad for you skipping, how rude.

At the end of the line, there you saw her. Divine flour cookie. You quickly went to hug her. "Hello, my dear" She greeted you with serenity, yet you could sense her smile in her words, she started talking again "Why are you here my dear?" She asked curious. "I just wanted to see you" You stated calmly. "And to see if you needed help with anything." You added.

She seemed to be thinking about something for a moment before speaking once more. "You could see if the people from the praying rooms need something" She said to you "right away!"

———

A new kingdom has appeared, of course, thousands of new kingdoms appear everyday yet there is something new and especial about every single one of them that made you want to explore them.

You went to search for your dad, which was sitting on his throne. "Dad!" You called out to him. "Yes, my spice?" "There is a new kingdom, can we go see it?" You asked, your voice showing your exciment. "It's the third time this week" "but it is a new one!" Your dad sighed, seeming defeated. "Fine, I'll go with you" "yay!"

You both spent the next hours exploring the new kingdom you talked about, usually you both just looked through the markets but this time you both sat in a bench in front of a lake.

"Spicy reader cookie" "mm?" You looked at your father, yet he was staring straight to the lake.

"I'm proud of you" warming spice cookie stated out of the blue. "Of the cookie you have becomed, I mean" he added, you stayed silent, admiring the lake in front if you.

———

You were sitting in your bed while reading some newspaper as you hummed the song sparkling sugar teached you.

Lately your dad has been strange, everytime there is a new kingdom he doesn't accompany you to see it as he usually did before, but it doesn't matter, he must be tired and busy. He is a saviour after all. You just wished he would be free at least once, so you both could spent some bonding time.

Warming spice cookie has also been a lot more irritable, getting angry really easily and screaming at the servants and knights of the kingdom a lot. But you can only guess that he is stressed.

———

You walked through the halls of the palace you lived in, looking for your father in all places, just to find him in where you least expected him, in his throne.

You holded the door of the entrance with doubt, why was he here? He haves things to do. After all he is the light of change and the king in charge of this kingdom.

"Dad?" You called out to him as you approached him, he focused all of his attention on you. "There is a new kingdom, on the southern part actually, would you like to visit it with me? I heard they have pretty tasty food" You asked him, putting the best smile you could on your face to try to convince him.

"No" was the word that left his lips, it sounded cold, cruel. It left you in a state of confusion, did something happen that you didn't notice? "Uh, why not?" You said out loud, more of a wonder for you than a question yet he answered it. "I am busy, just go alone" warming spice cookie layed his head in his arms while showing a face of completely boredom.

It confused you even more. "But you aren't doing anything" You stated. Your words seemed to infuriate him. "Do you question what I do?" He snapped, you backed away out of surprise. "Me, your father? The light of change!" He got up from his throne to scream at you, making you squeal a little. "I... No! I just wondered..." You tried to say yet it came out as a mumble. With your hand you were hugging your form, as if that protected you in someway.

He got dead quiet at your answer, just to sit back at his throne like nothing happened. "Do whatever you want" He grumbled, his bored expression came back to his face. You quickly left the place to run back to your room, a little shaken up from the situation. Maybe he had a bad day. He seemed really mad after all, thats it...

Closing the door of your bedroom behind you, you threw yourself onto the bed. Hugging one of the pillows for comfort as you started sobbing. You wished that sparkling sugar was there, so she could play with her harp to calm you down.

You tried to hum the song she sings to you when you are sad, yet from your lips it only sounded like incoherent sobs.

———

You decided to go back to the spire of truth, this time mostly to see blueberry milk cookie since you needed advice.

Walking trough the doors into the big library you saw a lot of new books that you never saw before. 'This is interesting, change of plans' you thought as you got lost in the many halls of the library, opening the first book that catched your eye 'historic facts, hmm, this book might be entertaining!' You thought to yourself yet your expectation dropped when you found out that a lot of the facts in the book were, if not all, fake.

You should tell blueberry milk about this! He is surely overworked so he let a lot of these type of errors slip. You quickly went to search for him and tell him about the big error he let pass.

You found him in his counter as usual, he was sitting backwards, watching the big window that lead to the kingdom.

You interrumpted his calmness "hey, blueberry milk cookie?" He turned around to start looking at you. "Yes, my little lamb?" He said, with a wide smile.

"I found some books that have wrong imformation, that the entire thing is false." You informed him, just to receive a laugh in response.

"Oh, about that! I know about it, don't worry about it!" He explained to you as if that did it any better. "But, there are a lot of those" you tried to reason with him.

"Just leave it that way, a little lie doesn't hurt anybody " You felt your throath closen, yet you couldn't say anything really, he was the light of knowledge while you were the offspring of the light of change. Blueberry milk just knows better. "Fine, I guess..."

You left his counter withouth saying goodbye, too shocked to really say anything. But you guess he is right. Maybe by tomorrow he will go back to his senses and change all that nonsense.

———

Considering how down you have been feeling lately, you decided to visit sparkling sugar cookie, she doesn't really haves the best advice but she really knows how to calm you down.

Entering her paradise, you found a lot of the cookies looked all happy, but in a stramgely unnerving way. All having the same sense of satisfaction 'why is everybody looking like they ate too much candy' you thought to yourself. It doesn't matter really, maybe a big event that you wasn't aware of happened and now everybody is happy for that.

After a bit of looking, you found the person you were looking for. "Sparkling sugar cookie!" You called out to her, she looked at you with her bright pink eyes. Have them always been this bright?

"My sweetie!" She gushed, going to your side. "It's been soo long since I last saw you my swetie" She stated.

"I know, I'm sorry" you apologized. "I have been very worried lately, that's why I came here to see you, since you know. The harp and your voice" "Aw, thats soo sweet! But right now I'm a little lazy to sing but I can play some tunes for you if you want" she said to you with her voice sweet like sugar. To it seemed a little bit more deeper than last time you saw her, different from what you remember.

"Sure, I would like to" At your answer she made you both sit at one of the benches as she started to play the harp. It was mesmerizing, yet when you looked away from the harp and into Sparkling sugar something about her appearance was off, yet you couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Suddenly, you started to feel really happy, like you haven't had any of the worries you have had for the last couple of days. Which was strange since you did have and a lot. "Sparkling sugar?" "Hmm?" "I'm feeling really happy" You told her, she smiled at that.

"That is very good my sugar!" she said you. "After all, happiness is very important here, to always be happy" she said to you.

"If you stay here, you will always be happy! You won't have to even lift a finger and all of the rest of your life will be luxurious"

"I can't stay here, my dad-" "oh, don't worry about him! He doesn't and won't mind at all! After all he trusts me and he trust you to make the best choice for yourself, I am right?" She tried to convince "Yeah, I guess. But I stilll have a lot of things to do" you explained your reasons to not stay in the paradise, but sparkling sugar didn't really seem to care "You don't have to do them, I will have everything ready for you to stay here forever" she said while holding your hand, her hands were warm.

"No, I will go back home" you got up from you bench, a little confused as you left the place, Sparkling sugar cookie didn't really try to stop you yet you could feel how she seemed really irritated.

———

You walked home in silence, thinking about the conversation you had with Sparkling sugar over and over again, something was very wrong but everthing she said sounded just right.

You decided to ignore and forget, you had enough trouble with your dad being constantly angry to care about it.

The next days were similar, your dad being more demanding with the servants, knights and more importantly, with you.

You are afraid of talking to him since the slightest thing that ticks him off makes him extremely angry, is like being with a time bomb with no visible timer, you don't know when it's going to explode until the consequence of the explosion are shown.

So even though you felt bad you avoided your own father, trying to make shortcuts around your home just to avoid him.

Also, you just stopped visiting blueberry milk cookie after a while too. Everytime you went you just had a bad feeling in your gut that something was going to happen. So you just avoided the place altogether.

Same with Sparkling sugar, the last interaction scared you to your dough even if you didn't wanted to admit it since she didn't do anything wrong, she just wanted you to stay with her so you could be happy and you refused her very rude now that you think about it, so you feel bad.

And something strange happened with divine flour, just like the other you wanted to visit her but when you arrived to the Ivory Pagoda it was closed. Of course, Divine flour from time to time closes the Ivory Pagoda to take a break but she warns days before doing it. This time was withouth any type of warning or sign.

———

Walking trough the thousand stairs, you found yourself watching a closed altar, divine flour was no where in sight.

Outside there were a lot of angry cookies wanting to enter, to be able to pray for better and wish for goods.

You approached one of them. "Do you know why it is closed?" You asked, the cookie in front of you seemed really distressed "Nobody knows. There was no warnings, She just dissappeared." The cookie answered

"The Ivory Pagoda was completely shut down from inside out. So I guess divine flour is still inside. But there is no way to prove it, especially if no body can open the place."

You just looked at them with conflicted feelings "Thanks you for your honesty" You thanked them quietly, choosing to leave the place seconds after.

———

You were currently in silver salt's living room, usually you two trained together in order to get stronger but this time you were rambling to silver salt cookie about all the things that have been happening to you these past days while they prepared some tea for the both of you to drink.

"It is just soo strange! My dad have been very angry lately, I just can't have any normal conversation with him before he snaps, it is just so scary to talk to him" You explained to silver salt as best as you could. They placed a teapot and two cups in front of you in the table. Sitting beside you in the couch you were currently sitting on.

You spent the next minutes was you telling them your experiences with the other saviours, and the strange attitudes they have been having. They from time to time patted you on the back to give you comfort, listening attentively to you withouth saying any words.

Noticing their silence you stared at them, "Why aren't you saying anything?" You asked confused, then you sighed, looking straight ahead to the warm cup of tea in your hands. "Actually, I understand it, I wouldn't know what to say either..." you justified their actions. Taking the last sip before getting up from the couch.

"I should go home, I guess, Is getting late" you said with doubt while looking at the window. You walked to the door, opening it yourself.

"Goodbye" You said to him as you closed the door behind you. Not receiving an answer back. You ignored it, he must be as shocked as you are.

———

You felt dumb for not realising sooner, the signals were all over the place but you just decided to ignore or justify them, the way sparkling sugar wanted you to stay, how Blueberry milk wanted to lie a bit, how silent silver salt was, that the ivory pagoda was closed and more importantly, that your own father, warming spice cookie, was agressive towards you.

Once promised saviors, the five became twisted apostles of evil and brought only darkness and devastation. Their virtues becoming distortioned, Knowledge became Deceit, Volition became Apathy, Happiness became sloth, Change became destruction, and Solidarity became silence. But that wasn't the only thing that changed.

The cookies you adored since birth, the cookies that raised you since you left the oven for the first time changed too. Were replaced by shells of what they once used to be. You wanted to scream at them and reason with them, but you didn't want to become corrupted too. And you weren't that strong mentally to be able to decipher the manipulations of the now beasts before they got to your mind.

Ignoring your hurt feelings and broken heart you had to evacuate the entire kingdom as fast as you possibly could so there is the smallest amount of hurt citizens. As the next in charge of the kingdom you had the obligation to take care of the citizens, even from the own king or this time around, your own father.

You were currently in a Refugee camp, made out of neccesity, emergency and desperation. Though all the cookies in there including yourself made the pact to call it a safe haven so the younger cookies don't loose their hopes of survival and a the wish of a better future.

Holding tightly a weapon, you practiced your fighting skills a little. You were the child of the once light of change so you knew how to protect yourself and others. But you wanted to be able to protect your citicens and your kingdom if you had to fight face to face with one of the beast, at least even if you aren't strong enough to win you will be able to buy the citizen cookies some time to escape.

Even so there was something you couldn't fully grasp, the way the cookies glared at you and your sword. The whispers that paused when you got close. How weak the cookies sounded when they talked to you. And yet the younger cookies adored you, being close to you in the 'safe haven' at almost all times while the more older cookies were just soo strange. You just wished you knew what was the thing they disliked about you.

———

In the back of the emergency camp you could see a group of cookies in the furthest corner talking fast, yet no more loud than a mere whisper.

You choosed to eavesdrop it, making sure nothing was out of your control here "The supplies are getting lower and lower by the day! They are going to become scarce in just a few days" one of the cookies whispered, it's voice showing the desperation all in the place were trying to hide, you then opted to interrumpt the cookies.

"The supplies are getting low?" You asked calmly, yet with a serious face that didn't seem to unwaver. "Spicy reader" one of them gasped, but not in a good manner. "We were just wondering about how the supplies were! Please don't get mad at us" "And why would I get mad?" You asked, something that irked in the back of your mind until now told you all the answers you didn't wanted to hear.

But then an aching pain started in your heart. Is right, they are afraid of you. After all you are related to the now beast of destruction. They have every reason to distrust you and that makes you sad.

"Im not him" You quickly replied to your own question, not waiting for the cookies in front of you to answer. "Warmi- Burning spice cookie, I mean. You all can trust me" you tried to calm them down and ease their fears, However it didn't seem like your words calmed their worries about you completely they had no choice but to rely on you.

"We need supplies, all the cookies here do." One of them said worried. You listened intently to it and thought.

"We could do an expedition" You suggested after a bit of thinking "It's the only think we can do right now" You explained calmly.

"Of course, having a garden would be nice and it would bring food easily yet it requires time, work and a safe place we do not have as of now."

———

Later that day some of the strongest cookies including you packed some provisions and prepared everything to leave. You grabbed your weapon, holding it tight in your hand, hopefully you don't have to use it...

"Spicy reader cookie?" A shy child-like voice called out to you, when you looked the place where it came from. You found a young cookie, but wait... You know this cookie! They were the young cookie you helped at the library where blueberry milk cookie used to work at. How long ago was it?

"Please don't go! We need you here!" The child cookie cried out to you, your heart tightened yet you had already made a choice. "Hey, it's okay. Nothing will happen to me. I will go back here with you full of food, water and toys! Isn't that nice?" You said with a excited voice. Tho it didn't seem to calm the younger cookie.

"We have to go" One of the cookies called out to you, all of the ones that were going expeditioning were on the exit. The child tried to grab your hand yet you were faster to leave.

"I will come back, I promise!" You said to them as you left the 'safe haven'

———

Outside it was a mess, the kingdoms were utterly destroyed, the forest were devoid of nature and the worst thing to see, the lifeless body of thousands of cookies. You tried to close your eyes everytime you saw one.

You were currently in a forest that hasn't saw the horror of devastation yet, grabbing the fruits from the trees and putting them in a basket was all you did.

The chirping sound of a bird called your attention, it has been soo long since you saw a bird or animals in general! You got away from the group, ready to pet the bird.

When close enough to the bird you kneeled in front of it, holding your arms out to it, trying to touch it, The bird let you pet them. It felt soft, you felt calm for once in a long time, your multiple thoughts being reduced to the state of calmness you were currently in.

"What is that?" You heard one of the cookies squeal from far away, making you realice weren't currently in a safe place. Then you heard the sound of slicing from behind you, then screams of agony that were quickly turn into dead silence in the fraction of mere seconds.

The bird was quick to fly off, leaving you alone with a sense of dread.

"That was... soo boring!" You heard a masculine voice roar full of boredom, a voice you fully knew to who it belonged.

You quickly grabbed your weapon, holding it tight as you were full of fear, yet determination.

"Father!" The scream made burning spice cookie to turn it's head to look at you, you holded your sword upright towards him.

"This is wrong, very wrong" you said, trying to keep your voice as neutral. But he was your father and he knew you too well to know that you were having very conflicted feelings. "Stop, for what? Nothing changed for thousands of years, so I did something to change the path myself" He explained, you didn't recognize the person who was in front of you, you didn't recognized your father in any shape from long ago.

"Warming spice-" You said, quickly realicing your error and stopping your tracks, Burning Spice cookie looked at you with more hatred, yet for some reason he didn't attack you yet.

"My spice, you are betting for the losing team" He started with. "You could join us, the beasts. You will be strong, the strongest cookie between all of these weaklings." "So Spicy Y/n, will you join me,?" The thought of ever being by their side made your stomach churn.

"Remember how excited you got when you were youngef thinking about becoming the next ruler, do you want to give up that dream now?"

Listening to his proposal, that wouldn't be so bad, But... what are you thinking? You are just griefing about the past and how things used to be before "I... Can not..." You said between breaths, more slowly than you should have due to the shock, but you quickly recomposed yourself.

All of those cookies that would be alone and afraid with another threath...

"I will fight for us to go back to normal, even if I crumble in the process" You stated with pure determition, looking at burning spice cookie eyes, the hold of your weapon was more secure now. Your answer seemed to irritate yet awaken something in Burning spice you couldn't decipher.

You took the first strike, trying to hit him with you weapon yet he dodged it, he then tried to slice you with his axe like weapon. you barely managed to dodge it, But you did and you weren't going to back down any time soon.

For the next minutes you both fighted, one for a greater good and the other just for the thrill, but it was obvious who was the stronger one.

As time passed you have got more tired and weak, beong more reckless and slow in your movements too. But you can't give up now, not when you are soo close of winning...

Burning spice cookie threw his axe at you, you were going to dodge it but you could only gasp when you felt your jam blood start to paint your hands.

"D-dad?" You mumbled real shaky, as you instantly fell to the ground due to the pain. Something flashed in burning spice eyes, Something you recognized.

"Spicy reader cookie!" He screamed at you, more desperate. His voice wasn't as sweet and calm as warming spice's cookie was but it wasn't like the last time you heard it. It was... something in the middle of corruption and pureness.

Burning spice cookie kneeled to your side, yet he didn't touch you nor tried to heal you. "I thought that you were... stronger..." Burning spice cookie said with a conflicted voice. That made you uneasy "I should have trained to be stronger back then, so you and I wouldn't have ended like this..." you cried out, already feeling.

He seemed taken aback, but he quickly got up from where he was, watching as you slowly stopped breathing until your heart wasn't beating anymore. Not doing anything to help you change your fate, yet not willing to let you go.

"I'm sorry" a voice that sounded like warming spice said to you, in your last moments you got esctatic to be able to hear it one more time. "Warming spice cookie? I'm so glad I can hear you once more dad!" You said your last words with a cracky voice, that showed your happy sorrows, your eyes red from crying showing the brightest joy he has ever seen in a while from you, and the last.

You died believing that your dad finally got back to his senses even if it was through your death, which you would have been happy if that was like it, but it wasn't. Your death showed a very vulnerable piece of him that burning spice would never want to admit, and finally seeing you gone made him yet weaker, fall even more into the depths of darkness.

He was weak from the fight, since you took a lot of power out of him, but he feels a regret he doesn't know he will be able to repair, but yes to numb. How? Destroying everything that once reminded him of you.

———

After your death was announced burning spice was full of energy yet at the same time he was utterly heartbroken, while the other beasts were mad, completely mad and repeled and disgusted by Burning spice cookie. Causing a rift between all of the beast, to which in consequence made them constantly fight eachother, making them weak, mentally and physically.

The witches took advantage of their weak state due to the loss of a loved one. Caging the beast and sealing them far away from any cookies they could hurt. planting the seed of the Silver Tree around their cages to ensure their evil power never sees the light of day again. From then on, this land where the Beasts were put to sleep, was called Beast-Yeast.

Your name was deleted from history books, your appearance was forgotten, everything that you once said or did was destroyed beyond repair or removed, Everything you once were was gone. Only being remembered as the unnamed dead offspring of the beast of destruction. Everything was forgotten about you, except one thing. Your sacrifice.

You died by the hands of your own father, who has fell under the dark ways of corruption, and instead of taking the easy way and joining him you choosed to fight for the greater good. Which led to the beasts to be finally weakened enough to be put in their silver cage even if that lead to your innevitable death.

The witches knew one thing that the cookies did not, you were deserving of life. You did everything right in your life, your only wrong doing was being the child of a beast. So the witch that baked you knew one thing. You deserved a second chance, a rebirth. So you could live another life and this time have a happy ending.

But when? The witch decided you were going to be rebaked the moment you were found a worthy caretaker. Someone you could look up to and who wouldn't fall into the depths of darkness. Only when someone like that was found, you would be rebaked one more time.

Notes: It got a little lazy at the end, ignore it, I has to rewrite the whole Eternal dugar part since I wrote it a little before the update and I got tired due to that.

Also, there isn't really a lot of information about how were the beasts before corruption so i did my best. I also made Silent salt cookie gender neutral since I don't know their gender.

Comments, likes and reconstructive criticism are highly appreciated!

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peanutheaddd · 2 days ago

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For canon or swap au, when does Petey realise Dm has separation anxiety?

for canon i think its a little bit obvious LMFAAAOO like everytime petey leaves for like 10 minutes he comes back home and dm jumps on him and acts like hes seeing him for the first time in 10 years

its nto as bad tho bc dm has a day job . so his time being away from lp and petey is either structured time that hes now used to (also he has chief) OR its a very very short period of time where petey steps out for like an hour at most . and even then for when petey steps out for alittle errand lp is usually home so hes fine .

the event of dm being left Totally home alone is Really rare like lp is at a sleepover and petey left to make an errand he THIGUHT would take like 10 minutes so he would be back before dm gets home except it ACTUALLY takes him like two hours or smth . and then when petey comes home dm is sitting in front of the door and he looks up at him with big watery eyes and peteys like IM SORRY OKAY DAMN 😭😭😭

so yah canon dms separation anxiety is Really obvious i think . also backed by canon . he does this shit with chief too 😭😭😭😭

on the other hand swap dm is a litlte more subtle . i think whenever petey leaves the house he busies himself with whatnot except he stays in the living room and kinda looks at the door and paces in front of it from time to time . when he hears the door unlocking he watches to confirm that its actually petey then he says hi and pretends like he wasnt literally waiting all day for him to come back . i think maybe he follows him around once he gets home and peteys like Do u need smth and dm just stares at him (following someone around is a love language for dogs LOL)

also because he doesnt have a day job but petey does the times he spends home alone are Much more common compared to canon dm . so he gets restless easily . dm doesnt do too great with sitting still LMFAO i reckon this is what makes petey realize rhat for certain and they find dm a job or smth . i think he kinda needs a purpose

but i reckon theres a day where petey gets a day offf work and he forgets to tell dm and he comes out of his room he finds him just standing in front of the door and staring at it . and peteys like ? u good?? and dms is like ???!!! I thit u went to work and petrys like um Nope. and peteys seen enough dogs sitting in front of doors to know what that means LOLLLLLL

id think also when they get closer dm gets less subtle about missing him LOL so whenever ge hears the keys unlocking the door hes already waiting at the door to greet him LMFAO 😭😭 i think the first time it happened petey got startles but he got used to it to the pojt it feels more jarring if hes Not waiting like a Foot behind the door when he gets home LOL .

#ask #dm swap au

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cherrydipp · 6 hours ago

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hi i saw the show again yesterday so heres everything i remember

ACT 1

- first off. jordan chin stood behind us for THE FIRST TWO NUMBERS. HE WAVED AND SAID HI TO US WE WERE SO HAPPY. we heard him giggle. it was like when talking ben goes idle and he just laughs

- sorry if this is out of order

- henry chet is like fricken jittery he was shaking his legs when he got excited and also was so . cool. i dont care about chet but henry chet made me pay attention

- he was staring at cherry the ENTIRE TIME. and when he got confronted by bob he shrugged and like lowkey got pushed i think by bob.

- when cherry does her tire solo while he was waiting for her to take the drinks he did like a whistle and shook his head cuz he was blown away by her beauty ong

- CHERRY STUMBLED WHEN LIKE SHE LEANS ON BOB BY THE CAR and fell into him and played it off as a hug and kwp GIGGLED

- also she slipped when she ran up to say STOP IT JUST STOP IT BOB!!! like rlly bad i thought she was gonna fall

- johnny kicked dirt at marcia at the end of the fight

- I HAVE THE PERFECT VIEW OF TRIPBIT FIGHT SCENE BRUH DONT EVEN PLAY

- im sorry i doubted u davis paul. u look so tough laying on that car

- davis paul was EYEING down dallas as he say next to cherry ong dont play. he was ready to fight

- twobit almost slipped when he jumps up on the car to say he got one of their hubcaps

- I NEVER NOTICED HOW BABY JOHNNY WAS UNTIL NOW. HE IS ACTUALLY SO ADORABLE AND I GET EMOTIONAL LOOKING AT HIM

- cole trip i could hear him say something but i forgot what he said. i could hear him wolf whistle tho like clear

- THE WAY ALEX DALLY MOCKED MARCIA WAS SO FUNNY HE HAD LIKE A BRITISH ACCENT I WAS CRYING

- dan soda really happy about that soc girl thing he dapped up johnny

- omg during drive in concession trip tried to push johnny or something and marcia IMMEDIATELY shut it down. you could hear her slap him arm away

- during icttyan ace grabs beverlys dress in the background i never noticed that before

- I LOVE THE OPENING SCENE SO MUCH. oh trip got all in twobits business lowkey during that scene

- ACE AND MELVIN WERE GETTING INTO IT DURING THE BUCK MERRIL SCENE DAMNNNNN. okay melvin i didnt know you had game like that.

- when dan soda was cleaning off pony he took the rag and like used it to cover his mouth as a joke it was so silly hehehe

- dan soda doesnt take his shirt off at all ever i didnt know that

- ALEX DALLY IS RLLY GOOD. hes much more outspoken than aramie is. like aramie was like softspoken but he has really good voice and like sounds serious when he talks.

ACT 2

- Alex dally fumbled with his lines a lot but its okay cuz he still ate.

- His voice.. omfg . u guys. he is SO. powerful. run run brother… little brother… actually had me geeked.

- dan soda was super loud during the rumble and so was trip im pretty sure… ugh angry trip i love u… just how ur supposed to be… dan soda shouted something like GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING IDIOT i think. it was him. im almost positive

- devin brill was SO aggresive trying to snatch that jacket from cherry omfg. and colr was also aggressive. i think he like jumped at her i couldnt rlly tell cuz devin was in the way but she flinched back.

- sorry i can get over cherry falling into bob that was so cute u guys dont get it ☹️☹️

- alex during little brother genuinely all of his singing had so much emotion and his acting.

- hoods turned heroes or some number. SOMETHING and i think soda jumped into darrys arms it was so cute

- oh also forgot to mention but dan soda playing around with darry during ggah and him laughing ☹️

- darry crying during the entire last few scenes actually has me so emotional. i love how he is able to show the vulnerability of being an older sibling. it’s like hes full on sobbing yet hes still trying to hide it from his baby brothers and look strong for them.

- the transition into hopeless war when dallas walks off, he said his line about snapping a socs neck RIGHT into cherrys face.

- cherry being right at the front for little brother when theyre all below actually make me so upset. her and ponyboys survivor guilt. both of them thinking they are the reason three boys died. ill never get over it. survivor guilts number 1 victims

- dan soda seemed sad to say bye to cherry when she left after giving pony the clothes.

- when twobit gets jumped and the cigarette burnt on him trip had an evil grin for a moment. why u so evil damn. did u like that.

- I GREW SUCH A LOVE FOR JOHNNY CADE DURING THIS SHOW OH MY GOODNESS. the way sky plays him is so perfect. he always looks so small just like i imagined in the books. curling his knees up and always moving and he flinches at EVERYTHING. his voice kills me everytime he is so amazing. johnny is so ☹️

- oh forgot to mention during the drive in when dallas yells at johnny his leg was anxiously shaking the entire time and he put his hands on it to make it stop.

- aces mic was turned UPPP during hoods turned heroes.

- davis growl when he said BOB didnt need to dieee had be feral. his voice is also really clear

- davis paul who was sweet and gentle when telling cherry to tell the officer who killed bob, but the second she went strictly against him he got SO mad so fast and angry. cherrypaul sibling angst thank uuu

okay thats all bye

#the outsiders musical #the outsiders broadway #the outsiders #se hinton #cherry valance #paul holden #bob sheldon #emma pittman #darrel curtis #brent comer #ponyboy curtis #terrance dipp #cole zieser

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3r1nst4rk · 20 hours ago

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SPOOKED || JOAQUIN TORRES

you and joaquin had just gotten out of the movie theatre, seeing the new "talk to me” that had just came out. “holy shit, the toe scene was so freaky,” he laughed out while you just gagged. “ugh, please don’t remind me. i mean that wasn’t the worst part- but definitely on the top three scenes i didn’t like.” you shuddered, “that wasn’t the worst part?” joaquin smiled in disbelief.

“when the guy started sucking on the dogs face? HELLO?” you wave your hands around in the air. “holy shit i almost didn’t make it all through. i can’t believe i didn’t even close my eyes- probably the shock of just watching that scene.” you scrunched your face, that scene highly being stuck in your mind. “maybe we shouldn’t have seen that movie, i think im gonna have nightmares.” you shuddered. “don’t worry,” joaquin wrapped both his arms around you from the side. “i will be right next to you by your side. no lady will be sucking your toes or any of us sucking our dog’s face.” he nodded. “please don’t say that,” you deadpan.

he unlocked the car door on the passenger side, “my lady,” he spoke. “why thank you kind sir,” you bow to him slightly. you got into the dark navy truck as he shut the door behind you, putting on your seat belt. he climbed into the driver’s side, turning on the truck and the stereo blasted both of your ears. “holy shit,” you breathed out, turning down the volume. “i forgot we were jamming out bad.” you laughed. “hell yeah,” joaquin unlocked his phone, putting shuffle on apple music and the song ‘DAKITI’ by bad bunny & JHAYCO started to play. “HELLL YEAH,” he bopped his head, and you went along with him singing.

you both finally got to your shared house, getting out the truck and walking to the front door with joaquin trailing right behind you. “now without music everything’s so scary,” you mumble, a bit sad that the two of you were out of the truck already. “we can put jazz music on if you want,” he considered. you nodded, “on it baby.” he left you to go back into the living room, grabbing a random record and placing it in. "come back to me" by matt monro & nelson riddle started to play. ‘hear my voice…, where you are’ the music starts playing, and you start to get ready for bed.

joaquin was somewhere in the house, probably looking for lucy your little pet dog. “there you are,” he ruffled her black fluffy hair. he armed the house at stay, locking every single door and double checking just for your sake, the windows as well. he strolled in the shared room, leaning on the door as he saw you put your hair up to do your skin care routine while softly humming the melody of the song. “come back to me,” he softly sang, walking your way. “catch a plane, catch a breeze.” he slid in, his socks moving slick like a child sliding down a slide. he did his routine fast, getting out of his clothes and only to be in his underwear with nothing else on other than his military chained necklace. tossed it off onto the side table, getting under neath the sheets.

the bathroom was on your side of the bed, so he watched from afar on his side with much love in his eyes. he was relaxed, while on your hand you were still so terrified of that movie. “baby relax,” joaquin laughed out. you spit your toothpaste out, “oh i’m sorry dear, you agreed to sign up to me being easily so scared of scary movies like that. i just need distraction to let myself relax after one like so.”

he laughed as he dropped his head down, “yes ma’am i know i know. you’re so tense after scary movies.” you turned off the light to the bathroom, closing the door softly. ‘from the hills, from the shore’ the music played lightly in the background now that you and joaquin were talking. “still can’t believe i agreed to even watching a horror movie with you.” you shook your head. “come into bed,” the song had ended. everything finally quiet with a few birds outside your window and lucy panting on the bedroom floor, sprawled out.

“let me distract you,” he whispered, getting on top of you as he went down to kiss you. you kissed back, closing your eyes as he worked his way on you. his left hand on your hip while his other hand propped him up, his hand going up and down on the side of your stomach sending butterflies into it. his lips left yours, as he kissed the down part of your cheek and onto your neck. “joaquin..,” you mumbled out. your eyes opened, but fluttered closed quickly as he sucked a spot that was always so bruised every few days. you moaned lightly, your head throwing back. “fuck,” you whisper. his lips trailed down, but only to be caught onto your silky black pajama collard shirt. he laughed, embarrassed that he had wetted your pajamas. your lips turn into a small smile, as he looked down to you from his spot.

your hands going up to his hair, running through the soft dark black locks. he leaned forward, kissing your lips again and curling up to your side as he placed half his body onto you while you laid on your back as your nails scratched his back softly. “good lord,” he breathed. “i love when you do that. makes me feel like a cat, ready too purr out.” he chuckled. “well i’m glad you like it baby.” you kissed his lips as he looked at you with his chin on the side of your chest. “goodnight,” you whisper, snuggling closer to him. “goodnight amour,” he mumbled. “love you.”

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a/n: EEEEE i’m sorry im so in love with danny ramirez it’s not even funny anymore 😭 i need me a man like him 😩 anyways hope you enjoyed this little blurb of joaquin torres! please lmk if you want more fics with him or mickey garcia. (lowkey im about to watch any film he’s ever been in just so i can create more with more characters of his)

#captain america #the falcon and the winter soldier #the falcon x reader #the falcon x you #joaquin torres #mickey fanboy garcia #mickey garcia #joaquin x reader #joaquin torres x reader #marvel #the avengers #marvel mcu

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ed1tssturnn · 3 days ago

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Behind the Mask - inspired by Disney “cloud 9” m.s

Chapter 1

Summary - y/n starts her first day at “hot doggers” doggy daycare to earn money for breaking Matt sturniolos sled, Matt’s attitude not helping and her day doesn’t go well, she gets kicked of her snowboarding team “the swifts” and she finds out every competition she has won has been rigged.

Warning - angst i think? and uh that’s it

The bell above the door jingled as you stepped into Hot Doggers Doggy Daycare. The sharp scent of dog shampoo hit your nose, along with a wave of barking that made you pause and brush the snow from your jacket.

Behind the front counter stood Matt Sturniolo, arms crossed, flannel sleeves rolled up, a rag tucked into his back pocket. He didn’t say anything right away just gave you that classic Matt expression: half-bored, half annoyed.

“First day and you’re late,” he said, a fake smile tugging at his lips. “Not as late as that flannel,” you replied. “What is this, Seattle?”. “Try washing a 50-pound bloodhound and see if you care about fashion after that.”

Matt tossed you a leash, then started unlocking kennels. “Alright, boys, this wasn’t my call, but let’s give her a warm welcome.” Before you could react, a herd of dogs rushed you. You stumbled back. “Uh—what are you doing?“Letting them meet you. You don’t want them to attack, right?” he said, clearly enjoying himself.You plopped onto the floor as the dogs surrounded you, licking and sniffing with wild enthusiasm. Matt handed you a bag of food like it was a peace offering. “First order of business fill the bowls.”“I’m allergic to dogs!” you protested. He just walked off, leash in hand. “You’ll live.” You sighed and opened the food bag, still adjusting to the chaos, when your phone buzzed. A voicemail. You pressed play, expecting a quick reminder from your coach. Instead, his voice came through flat and final:

“You’re off the Swift team. Y/n I’m sorry and you and the situation with the sled you broke the first rule off the contract I’m so sorry we had to let you go”The barking suddenly felt a lot louder.

You leave and start walking to “the hang out spot” where all snowboarders and kids your age all hang out to see your boyfriend the coaches son “im off the team, you dad kicked me off the team bc the accident luke you have to talk to him!”

He looks at you pissed “y/n it was either you or us?” you look at him shocked “you knew?” He walks away telling you that when the competition happens they won’t need you and saying that they where payed for you to win any competition.

Later at home..

“Y/n your all worked up j-just calm down” your father says “calm down? I thought I was good and now I might actually be bad!” You say walking away from him “you’re not bad! Your just not great ” The words hit like a punch to the gut. “you knew that coach rigged every competition for me to win” you say turning around with tears at the brim of your eyes “well I uh no uhm I suspected it!” He says “no wonder why everybody thinks I’m just daddy’s little rich girl” “y/n people are always gonna be jealous of you because of my success but you feel no shame” “no dad I feel ashamed because I’m pretending to be sombody I’m not and if I new I wasn’t good I would have tried harder to make myself great, I’m a fake! And everybody knows including you.” You say as you walk away ashamed, disappointed and hurt.

You were gonna get better, even if you had dogs to take care of now.

Taglist: @bernardsbendystraws @kenah-sturniolo

A/N: first time writing for this new au this is pretty I rlly hope this even makes sense. If you have watched the movie I’m sure it does. Their might be miss spellings I wrote this rlly late last night let me know you wanted to be added to the tag list! || divider credits @bernardsbendystraws

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher owen sturniolo #sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt stuniolo fanfic

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gaylordscooter · 2 days ago

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[A pile of carefully torn-out pages sit stacked neatly inside a drawer]

entry number 1

I've lost everything. my brother, my friends, my house, my universe. all of it is just gone now

to top things off, the last thing i was doing was running away from temmie. i thought they were my friend, but after they got the six human souls somehow, they went on a rampage and started killing the remaining monsters left and right.

the only reason i escaped was because this otherworldly being dragged me through a body of water and brought me somewhere else.

this being's name is ink, they're a skeleton like me—they even look like me.

It was explained to me that my universe shattered from "too many plot holes" and i didn't know what that meant! what do you mean my world has too many "plot holes" it's not like it's a STORY.

WELL APPARENTLY IT IS A STORY. AND I DONT LIKE THINKING ABOUT THAT FOR TOO LONG.

So anyway, alternate realities are in fact real and there's a whole multiverse. Cool. Awesome. I just want to go home and for everything to go back to normal

But apparently my universe is completely gone, it doesn't exist i'm the only thing that remains from it. while there are some universes that have parallel realities mine was the only one if it's kind.

COOL. AWESOME. I'M BEING NORMAL ABOUT THIS.

IM THE ONLY THING THAT REMAINS OF MY UNIVERSE. MY UNIVERSE DOESNT EVEN EXIST ANYMORE. WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO GO. WHAT DO I EVEN DO? THIS "INK" PERSON IS WEIRD

When I was freaking out about my universe being GONE, he gave me this notebook and pencil to "calm down"

HOW IS THIS SUPPOSED TO CALM ME DOWN?! NOW I'M VENTING TO A NOTEBOOK WHILE HE STANDS THERE WATCHING ME FURIOUSLY WRITE!

entry number 2

It's been a day since my world was destroyed, I already miss my home. I've been missing my friends and brother.

At least Ink let me stick around. I've been staying at his place along with someone else named Dream, but I have yet to meet him since he's never here. It's comfy here, at least. I even have my own room (which looks suspiciously close to my old room actually. i think ink did that on purpose, maybe to cheer me up? i don't understand him).

Right now's around the time I'd study with Undyne, actually...well. at least i don't have to worry about getting into the royal science division.

Papyrus isn't around to read this. I feel bad that I've never told him this, but

I never really wanted to join the Royal Science Division. Even though I acted like it was my dream, it wasn't. I wanted to learn more about space.

but of course that's not possible when you live in the underground. (i guess that's not really a problem anymore? this doesn't make me happy)

and we've always been low on funds. the pay for it was too good to pass up. I've stolen so much just to keep us afloat. I was good at hiding that, though.

Too good. Maybe I should've told Papyrus once he was old enough. He never knew why I was kicked out...

How would I even tell him? There's so much I haven't, because I don't know how to word it.

"By the way, brother! Mom and dad didn't exactly like me 'trying to be someone who i'm not' and disowned me like i disowned my name! That's why we grew up in a scrapyard."

[there are various scribbles and dots here]

"You didn't have to follow me, y'know. you could've lived with them instead of stubbornly staying by my side it would've been easier"

no i wouldve missed him. even if it's selfish i'm glad he tagged along. he was always there for me

i wish i could say the same. I SHOULD be able to say the same but i CANT what poor excuse of a brother am i?

maybe. no. they'll never be right.

entry number 3

I met Dream for the first time. He's really. unique. I know he's dressed like someone straight out of an anime but I didn't expect him to ACT like someone straight out of an anime!

The way he talks, the way he moves. There's something uncanny about it, honestly. He also looks on the brightside like that's the only direction he can look. When he heard my universe was destroyed? Told me at least he's glad it's led to me meeting him and Ink??

Like No Offense To You Two But I Don't Think Losing My Entire Universe Was Worth Meeting You Two.

That's not to say I'm not glad to meet them! I am glad! Just not at the expense of my home and everyone I love!

wait when have i ever watched anime? where did i even learn what that means? it was one of my friends—or acquaintances that introduced me to it, surely. Why can't I remember?

I need to ask Ink something, maybe. hopefully he'll know.

entry number 4

so a consequence of my world shattering is that it's really easy to forget about it. because it doesn't exist.

after ink told me that, i can hardly remember anything about it.

it's like there's a big gap in my memory and all i remember is that i'm forgetting something.

like my scarf. i know there's a sentimental reason i wear it. there was something about it. something about the material it's made out of i think?

Entry number five

i had a brother his name is papyrus

his name is papyrus. he's my younger brother

don't forget him. don't mistake him for the other papyruses in the multiverse.

he woreWhat did he wear? what was he Like? oh my god what was he like

papyrus. don't forget him. he isn't like the other papyruses in the multiverse don't use them as a point of reference don't let them replace whatever memories you have left of him.

"he isn't like the other papyrus's" HOW CAN I KNOW THAT FOR SURE? I DON'T REMEMBER WHAT HE WAS LIKE

entry number 6

The more I learn about the multiverse the more my memories of my universe are skewed. Also I learned (or, heh, remembered) I have memory issues in general on Top of the whole "universe not existing means it's hard to remember" thing.

So that's great

I was being a bit of a downer because of the revelation and Ink caught on so he asked me what was up. I decided to tell him, even though I thought he wouldn't really get it since he doesn't seem to be bothered by anything ever.

Oh man was I wrong. He completely understands

He also has memory issues. He told me he was soulless—which wow, I'm surprised he felt comfortable telling me—which really messes with your capacity for remembering things.

Even though he uses paint as a substitute for a soul, it doesn't fix his memory issues. So instead he writes stuff down on his scarf. He suggested I should do something similar, write down important things.

He told me that even if I can't necessarily hold information in my head for a long time, if I can hold it in my head long enough to write it down, that's enough.

It was reassuring.

entry number 7

Dear Papyrus,

I've seen a lot of different places in the past few days, places I wouldn't ever imagine seeing. Some of them are pretty, some of them are a mess. It's a bit hard to wrap my head around it, how small we are in comparison.

I already thought space was big, learning there were multiple universes made me feel even smaller. But even so, out of everything I've seen. I have yet to find a world like ours.

But if the universe is infinite, the amount of multiverses should be too, right? Another version of our universe, one that hasn't disappeared, has to be somewhere.

I'll look for it.

I'll find it.

I don't want to pretend to be talking to you through letters. I want to see you again. There's so much I have to tell you.

All the lies I've told you. I thought I was protecting you. I was really just saving myself the trouble of explaining everything.

i miss you, bro. i'm sorry i'm the one that made it and not you

entry number 8

i lived in a house with papyrus in snowland sity. i remember it was spelled like that specifically for the sake of alliteration, even though it'd still count as alliteration if it was spelled properly anyway.

i was an intern for the royal science division, papyrus was too but he wasn't all that serious about it. i was friends with the head of it, undyne.

she was real big into gundam anime and tried making those mechs a reality. i helped her with that so i have some experience in robotics and mechanical engineering.

she was able to build at least one functional robot, their name was blookbot. they were the underground's biggest music artist. i was a pretty big fan of their music

i went to college and got a degree in psychology. i was supposed to go to medical school, but, i either failed my classes or didn't make it in i think. or maybe i couldn't afford it.

there were a few humans that lived underground, under queen toriel's care. she had a polices about not killing humans which some monsters didn't agree with, including her own (now ex) husband who thought she was prioritizing humans above her own people. technically she was prioritizing humans, in a way, since we kinda need their souls to break the barrier—but hey all those humans fell down as kids im not gonna blame her for deciding against killing. and those humans specifically weren't to blame for us being trapped underground, it was unfair to fault them for it.

there was a group of monsters that did take action against these policies. the rebels, they called themselves. it was a straightforward name. they managed to kill some of the humans that's fallen down, specifically the ones that decided to leave the safety of queen toriel in favor of finding a way out.

while the amount of monsters that were apart of the rebels was pretty low, there's always been a threat of a civil war over the queen's policies. the main thing preventing it was that everyone was very much aware that a civil war could spell the end of monsterkind. so the monsters that disagreed with her policies kinda just, went deeper into the underground and were left to their own devices.

temmie was my friend. i thought. they were...a peculiar being. not quite human or monster, they were a sentient plush toy. they were very vocal about thinking queen toriel was dumb for not just killing every human that fell underground and that if she did, we'd have enough souls to break the barrier by now. but to my knowledge the rebels only have two souls in their possession and there's five that live with queen toriel. we'd be missing one

hah! i remembered all that! fuck you, multiverse!

hopefully this information is accurate. god

entry number 9

MY NAME IS NOT BLUE. ITS SANS HOW THE HELL DID I FORGET THAT???

Ever since my universe was destroyed Ink's been calling me "blue" like that's been my name my whole life and i ended up forgetting that it's NOT!

GASLIGHTING! ME!

Only reason i remembered was because someone called me sans while we went out to a different universe to eat.OH YEAH SPEAKING OF THIS UNIVERSE

It's SIMILAR to mine, not quite the same but it feels much more familiar than the other ones have so far

they're called "Underswap" universes, because some people "swap" roles and personalities with someone else.

Ink calls my universe "Botchedswap". not that flattering of a name but i suppose it makes sense now that ive seen underswap

so like. is my universe just a "botched" version of that universe?? or variant, that's what ink calls them

variants are universes that derive similar traits to the "main" universe they're based off of. so like, botchedswap is an underswap variant since it's based on it. BUT WHO IS BASING IT ON UNDERSWAP? WHAT EXACTLY DOES THAT MEAN? IS SOMEONE WRITING THIS? IT'S A STORY. THATS WHAT INK TOLD ME

i haven't really thought about how this is all a story after ink told me. i've kinda been avoiding it. it's like my mind automatically yanking my hand away from the stove, it's hard to think about it

i guess im sorta not supposed to know about that?? i mean. this is like some horrors beyond my comprehension probably. definitely, what the fuck do i mean probably?

so if this IS a story. i'm a character in it then? I'm probably a background character aren't i? i probably hardly even show up. who's the main character? would it be ink? oh then i probably wouldn't be a background character at that point.

That's so weeeird. If i was a main character that'd mean a lot of people saw my every move! Horrible! Or i guess not, why should i care what the hypothetical audience thinks about me?

Geez, there is an audience, isn't there? Unless this story's private or something.

I'm writing something down right now and im in a story. That's pretty weird. What if I wrote a story then? That's a story in a story, would that make that story more fictional than me?

wow im a fictional character.

The dread's not really hitting. Is that because i'm unable to or because i actually don't care that much? Is the writer of the story controlling my every move. What does this say about my capacity for free will. What does this say about everyone who isn't "on-screen"?

WELL. GOING OFF THE IDEA THAT I AM NOT A MAIN CHARACTER. THAT MEANS IM NOT BEING WRITTEN ABOUT THEN. WHICH MEANS THE WORLD DOES CONTINUE ON EVEN WHEN THEY AREN'T IN THE STORY.

OK MAYBE THE DREAD IS HITTING. IS THE AUDIENCE LOOKING AT ME RIGHT NOW? CUT THAT OUT!

WOWZERS, I AM A FICTIONAL CHARACTER. ok what do i do with this information. this is weird. im not supposed to know this right? well, ink told me so i guess it's allowed???

quick write something to show i have free will. uhhh what was that saying. from uhhh that one human. rene descartes?? is that how you spell his name. there's an accent on there somewhere

cogito, ergo sum

yeaaahhh yeah. i leaned that phrase from my philosophy class. i dont fucking remember what that means, go me

entry number 10

Wowzers, it's been a second since i opened this thing up! Welp, I'm in a much better spot now. Kinda embarrassing reading back on these entries now.

These are pretty personal too. I don't really wanna continue writing entries like this, I was never big on diaries cus I hate reading back on them.

So I ripped these pages out! I can't just waste the rest of this journal, the paper's pretty good quality. plus it's a gift from ink technically

But I can't just toss these pages out so I'm putting them in my bedside drawer. I'll probably forget I did that so this is sorta like a time capsule, I suppose.

So if i have rediscovered these pages, Hi! Hello! Future, hopefully-even-more-well-adjusted-me! Probably shouldn't destroy these pages because they have important memories written down in them! Push past the cringe of seeing me in agony! Or rewrite some of the key stuff, i dunno.

If you are not Blue, Sans-from-Botchedswap The Skeleton,

FUCK OFFF!!!! BARK BARK BARK BARK!! STOP READING THISSSS IT'S EMBARRASSING COME OOON. or hi ink, i told you NOT TO SNOOP IN MY ROOM!!!

On the off-chance you are not from my plane of existence, uhhh I guess i can't stop you? And i guess i shouldn't care since i won't see your reaction nor can you tell anyone about this so. whatever. go at it, voyeur.

not the right word to use sorry. yeah no. wrong word. not what it means.

See this is why it sucks knowing there's an audience what if i say weird shit!?!? Ughhhh. probably shouldn't care about it, but alas, my feeble soul, i am sensitive that even the possibility of the hypothetical audience thinking im weird hurts me so

#blue's (totally not diary) log

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