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FOR ME, IT WILL ALWAYS BE YOU - Sylus x Non MC! ( Part 6 )

Summery: you find yourself in lads universe after a particularly close interaction with truck kun. How does life go from here after arriving in the N109 zone leaders backyard when MC hasn’t arrived yet?

Disclaimer, Sylus might be OOC, since I'm not very good at writing so bear with me. This will be multiple parts!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Something gnawed at him.

A feeling of unease he wasn’t able to shake. It was very uncharacteristic of him and it made his mind wander even when walking next to MC. They still hadn’t made any progress even after weeks.

The love he once held for her had dulled to a soft murmur, only held alive by the curse her past self inflicted on him. This constant cycle of love, pain and death had long since become something he started dreading. He no longer had the energy to entertain this façade, so instead, he tried to get her to remember, so she could finally break this binding curse and set him free.

A notification from his phone made him snap out of his train of thought.

He would’ve been happy seeing you used his card, but he heard you leave, and he’s seen you deteriorate these past weeks. He knew he should’ve spoken up. Knew he was breaking something that had yet to start.

Yet he didn’t know how to explain. “Hey, this is my soulmate, and I'm literally, sharing half a soul so I cannot escape my fate with her!” And expect you to understand? No. He was going to fix this before things could get out of hand.

Or so he thought. He thought seeing where you were would put him at ease, but the notification only rooted the feeling of dread deeper, seeping into his very being.

Something was wrong, and he was going to figure out what it was. He excuses himself and left MC dumbfounded as he sent Mephisto flying to the bar and called Luke and Kieran instructing them to figure out your whereabouts.

He willed himself to calm down. Nothing was wrong, you just decided to get a drink. He didn’t even blame you, he was acting like a total dick and he knew it, but this was new to him too. He didn’t expect to fall for you, a mere mortal, so utterly and pathetically normal. Yet fall for you he did. You turned his life upside down in a way he hadn’t realised he craved. No longer bound by fate, revelling in the normalcy.

He should’ve known better. He had almost hoped MC wouldn’t show up, but to his utter dismay she did, and with her arrival, she threw everything upside down for the worse. His heart ached seeing you loose yourself more and more every single day, yet unable to explain himself, he spent more and more time with MC to try and get her to break the curse. But she wasn’t cooperating. Somehow, in this damned timeline, she had chosen another man, leaving him alone with this curse, destined to die by her hand yet again.

But he wouldn’t let that happen. Not again. So he worked harder, growing more impatient by the day. It had irked him, he was turning into someone he no longer recognised, or, to put it frankly, was scared to recognise. His fragile love story with MC started with the same damned feelings. But with you, he felt okay letting it happen. Being vulnerable was not something he excelled in, but he had learned with MC.

His phone lit up with a text.

Twins: we can’t find her. We’re pretty sure someone got her.

He felt his blood run cold. It was his fault after all. If he hadn’t run away and just told you straight up, you never would have gone there in the first place.

He orders the twins to find you. And even if it killed him, find you he would.

~~~

Everything hurt.

Your brain was pounding in your skull, a protest to the excessive drinking you had done last night. But it wasn’t just your head, no, every fiber of your being hurt.

Breathing laboured you try to move, but a sharp pang in your wrists made you stop in your tracks. Then you remember. The drinking, walking outside when suddenly your pulled into a car. The rest is a hazy blur and now you were here.

You try to open your eyes slowly. Your in a dark room, without windows, the only light coming from a singular lightbulb hanging from the ceiling that’s barely working. The room looks rundown, like a cement basement. It smells like dust and mold, and there are small puddles on the floor. The room is barren except for some racks with canned food. You guess it truly is a basement.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, blood rushing through your ears as you try to asses you situation. Your sat in a chair, with your wrists tied behind your back, making it borderline impossible to move. Why the hell did someone take you? Why would anyone even want you anyways? You don’t get long to think when you hear a door open and piercing light filters through. Before your eyes could adjust, the door is promptly closed again and an unfamiliar silhouette walks in your direction.

He's masked, so you can't make out his features, but even if he wasn't, your sure the pounding in your head would've made it impossible to see anyways.

He doesn't say anything, just assesses you like a product for sale. That makes your heart skip a beat. What if you are? You stare at him, questions clouding your mind, but fear grips at you so hard that you can't utter a single word, so all you manage to do is examine him as well.

He grabs a notepad and a pen off of a rack and writes some things down. You force yourself through gritted teeth to speak up. "Who are you, and why am i here?" He looks up at you, and despite the mask you could have sworn he was grinning but he doesn't respond, he just continues writing on the notepad.

And just like that, he leaves, isolating you with your thoughts. How long has it been? Where even are you? Did Sylus notice your absence? If he did, would he come? The air felt too thick, the humidity and mold mixing to make every breath taste like toxic waste.

You try to wiggle your arms, but the material around your wrist was tight, and when you wiggled too hard, it cut through skin. You hiss in pain, tears welling up in your waterline. You blink profusely as you try again, but to your dismay, the material doesn't budge but only cuts deeper. You wince as a tear rolls down your cheek.

You look around the room, searching for anything, but with no windows, and both your hands and feet bound, you had no way of escape. You were bound by the whims of fate, unsure if freedom was ever written in the stars for you.

~~~

He finally found a lead.

It had been hours since he last heard from you. Well, if a payment notification really counts as hearing from you. The twins were hunting down the streets for every lead they could find. At first he thought it was EVER, but to his surprise they had nothing to do with it, making it that much harder to track you down.

Checking the footage of Mephisto flying around Linkon, Sylus looked around the area of the bar. It had been cleaned meticulously, so they weren't amateurs, but then, something caught his eye.

Your bracelet.

Correction, the bracelet he had gifted to you for one of the auctions you had attended with him. It was concealed between some rocks and dirt, hidden from sight so that even he almost missed it. But thank the heavens he didn’t, because in between some of the beads of the bracelet some hairs were tucked. Possibly a sign of struggle. Immediately he called one of the twins over to have it checked.

He cursed himself for taking so long to find the bracelet. The next minutes felt like days, waiting while looking, not finding anything new.

He cannot remember the last time he lost control over his emotions like this. He, the leader of Onychinus, ruler of the N109 zone. But regardless of the titles he holds, it feels useless without you by his side. He should have told you. He shouldn’t have run away, trying to fix it on his own.

“Boss! We found a match, it’s one of the rising gangs. They traffic women without significant background so no one looks for them. We don’t know how they found her yet but we’re on their tail, almost know where they went too.” Kieran informs. Luke stands behind his brother, observing. He had never seen his boss like this.

“Good, we’re moving out as soon as we find her, you hear me?” They nod in unison at their boss’s words. Sylus’s phone rings, and when he checks it he sees MC’s name illuminating his screen.

He huffs out a soft curse as he picks up, MC’s soft voice echoing through the phone’s speakers. “Where did you go? I thought i was supposed to break this ‘curse’, how am i supposed to do anything when i don’t even remember anything?”

Her voice was soft, laced with concern. Had he shown how worried he was? He couldn’t remember, all he knew right now was that he needed to get you back asap.

“I know, listen, something happened and i’ll be back as soon as possible, in the meantime please just try to find any leads on breaking the curse.”

His head hurt, it was taking way too long to find you, especially with how many resources he has. What if something happened to you?

A soft sigh resonates from the phone.

“Listen, i don’t know what’s going on, but if i can help in any way, just let me know okay? You looked like you were about to set the world on fire when you left.”

He hums softly. “Thank you miss hunter, but i think it’s best if you don’t get involved in this specific case.”

He rubs his temple, MC agrees and hangs up the phone, leaving him alone with his thoughts once again. Then just like that, one of the twins sends coordinates. He doesn’t need a name to know that they found you, so before his mind can even process, his feet are already moving.

~~~

The door opened again, and this time 3 men entered.

They looked rushed, and one of them moved over to you to untie you. Were they discovered? Were they moving you? Not without a fight they’re not.

As the man stepped behind you to tie you up again you quickly elbowed him, resulting in him falling to his knees gasping for air. You could have sworn you heard bones breaking but you didn’t focus on that as you now had the attention of the other 2 men on you. You could maybe dodge them? You sure as hell were going to try.

As one of them lunged at you, you moved out of the way as fast as you could. He managed to grab a hold of your blouse and tore off your sleeve as the momentum sent him toppling over his friend. Colleague? Didn’t matter. You turn to the other man and you freeze.

Your eyes grow wide as your met with the last man holding a pocket knife in his hands. You were so not prepared for this. You never bad to fight, not even in the N109 zone. Sylus had always kept you close to him so not once had you been forced to retort to violence yourself, but being eye to eye with someone who clearly has the intent to kill made something in your brain switch, clearing up your mind more then any hangover drink ever could.

Your hands tremble as you stare at him, and it’s like a countdown to your death. He swings, and you barely evade, but while stepping away he slices at your arm. A groan escapes your lips as you grab tight to the wound. It’s a shallow cut, but still bleeding much heavier then you would like.

Before the man could swing again the door bursts open with way more force than necessary causing it to fall out of its hinges entirely. And when your met with his crimson eyes you can feel relief wash over your entire being. He looks feral, eyes locked on the man with the knife, and before you can blink the man disintegrates into thin air. The other 2 men follow suit and just like that, your alone with him, heaving heavy breaths of relief.

Tears spill over your cheeks, and before you can fall to the ground he picks you up effortlessly, caging you in his arms.

You wrap your arms around his neck as you allow yourself to let go, and you sob. You knew you looked ugly but you couldn’t care less right now. You were safe. He was here. He cared. Enough to save you at least. Enough to not let you fend for yourself.

And he keeps whispering sweet nothings into your ears as you finally collapse under the heave weight of fatigue, letting him swoop you up.

“We’re going home.”

And then you’re out.

~~~

A/N: Hello! I know every update is taking longer and longer and I'm sorry for that, but I have never written an action scene before and none of worked right in my head :( Thank you for being so patient with my I really appreciate it y'all! That being said, I hope this chapter was worth waiting for and I'll work hard to cook up more delicious food for everyone <3 Have a great day everyone!💕

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[strawberrystepmom]

You’re sitting on the worn couch in the office, feet tucked up beneath you, a mug of tea warming your hands. You’re humming absentmindedly, something low and gentle as you work on stitching a tear in Dante’s coat. He’d brushed it off, of course, said “It’s just a scratch.” But you saw the way he winced when he moved in it, and you weren’t going to let it sit.

He’s at the desk across the room, trying to focus on cleaning one of his pistols, but his attention keeps drifting.

To the sound of your voice.

To the hum. 

To your hands, steady and sure, threading needle through fabric with that same care you always give to him even when he doesn’t ask for it.

And then, like a sudden crack in a wall he didn’t know he’d built, he sees it:

—-----

A little boy with a snow capped head, no older than eight, sits on the kitchen floor, legs crossed, watching his mother Eva at the table. She’s humming something soft, maybe a lullaby, maybe just a tune she made up, while stitching a hole in his shirt. It’s a tiny thing, but she handles it like it matters. Like he matters.

“Mama, why do you bother? I’ll just mess it up again,” Dante mumbles, ashamed of his violence even as a child.

She smiles at him, not looking up.

“That’s alright, baby. I’ll keep fixing it.”

“Every time?”

“Every time.”

Her hands move like poetry — soft, practiced, full of love. The sound of her humming wraps around him like a blanket. It stays with him long after she’s gone.

—---------

He doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until you glance up and give him a small smile.

“You’re staring again.”

He blinks, startled, voice caught somewhere between man and boy.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Guess I am.”

You pause your stitching, giving him a curious look.

“What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head. Doesn’t answer right away. Just crosses the room and sits beside you on the couch. His hand finds your thigh, thumb rubbing slow circles like he’s grounding himself in the now. In you.

“You hum when you do things,” he finally says.

You laugh softly, a shy smile spreading across your face. How humiliating. “I guess I do. Is it bothering you?”

He smiles, slow and fond, but there’s a glassiness in his eyes, a reverence in his voice.

“No, no.” Shaking his head, he does his best to let you know he really means it. “You just remind me of someone.”

You lean in, resting your head on his shoulder, your hand slipping into his.

“Someone good, I hope.”

He closes his eyes.

“The best.”

And in that moment with you humming, his coat in your lap, and the smell of tea hanging in the air Dante feels like he’s come full circle. Love found him again, in a way he never expected. Not in spite of his past but because of it. Because you, unknowingly, carry a piece of it inside you.

And that, somehow, makes the weight of memory feel a little less heavy.

[partylikemajima]

"She's going to kill you on sight" Stack laughed so loud it almost burst Smoke's ear drums.

"I don't care, I'll let her" Smoke mumbled, one hand resting along the car door, tapping it and the other on the wheel.

"And then I'd have to bury you like you did with old man? Hell naw" Stack patted Smoke's upper body, checking he had his guns. "Take protection, all those years, she might be carrying a rifle now" He hit the dashboard, laughing at his own comments. "S'what you get for teaching her how to shoot"

"Then she'll be the last thing I see before I die and go to hell" Smoke gripped the wheel with both hands and pushed down harder on the accelerator.

Stack continued to laugh, clapping his hands together. "Shit, don't forget we have to get Sammie before you race on home to her" He pointed his hand to the left towards the area where Sammie lived, as if Smoke had forgotten. He didn't. Stack was just reminding him as a joke.

"What if she tells you to leave? No chance to speak?" Stack took off his hat, fixing the fabric inside it. "You'll do as she says?"

Smoke looked to him with a raised brow. "Damn right"

No doubt about it. He'll deal with whatever happens. He just needs to see her.

Stack chuckled, placing his hat back on and patted Smoke's shoulder. "I hope she lets me know if she killed you, she always talked circles around me somehow" He shook his head.

<<<<>>>>>

When he heard her footsteps behind him, his earlier conversation with Stack rang in his mind like bells and Smoke turned his head slightly, asking how she was but he was really checking if she did indeed have a rifle pointed at him.

When she wasn't holding anything, he relaxed and rose to his feet, but felt like he was shot in the heart when he met her gaze, her eyes the only weapons she needed.

Wonder if she still carries that blade though.

It made him so excited.

~~~~~

I can't stop laughing its so short but @margepimpson put this idea in my head 😂

[fic-girlie]

hi! I was wondering if I could request a jackson joel x reader and he’s finding out about her sh. idk i’m sorry if it’s weird, but i just want to see nonchalant joel actually care, and be scared of what she’s doing to herself

Held

Pairing: jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader Summary: In Jackson, you’ve kept your scars hidden—until Joel finds them. Instead of walking away, he stays, offering the quiet, steady love you never thought you deserved. Warnings: angst, self harm, insecurity, memories, trauma

You've been there longer than you can remember. Jackson has been your safe place for years now. The little place tucked away in the mountains with enormous walls that hides all the people from the world that went to hell under a night two decades ago. A night where you lost everything and everyone. The night you lost all the things you loved. The night where you saw the light go out in your father's eyes and be replaced by a monster’s. The night when you had to see how he threw himself at your mother and killed her. The night you had to make the tough decision to kill those people who once raised you.

You still remember the sound the blade made when it sank into his neck, how hot his blood felt on your shaking hands, how you didn't even cry—not then. Not until after. Not until hours later, curled in the corner of that cold kitchen, your mother's body cooling not five feet from you, and the sun rising like it didn't care that your whole world had just gone up in smoke. You don’t talk about it. You’ve never talked about it. The world moved on—maybe not healed, maybe not forgiven—but it moved. And somehow, so did you. Eventually, Jackson found you. Or maybe you found it. You can’t really remember anymore. Just the quiet crunch of snow under your boots, your breath stinging in your lungs, and the overwhelming relief when you saw people—not infected, not hostile—just people. Real, living people. A gate. A wall. A promise. Safety. Peace.

And for a while, you believed it. You built a life here, or something that resembled it. Routine was safety. You worked in the greenhouses. You helped with school kids sometimes. You learned to cook again, even though it felt foreign at first, like a language you used to speak but hadn’t practiced in years. You smiled when people talked to you. You said good morning. You danced at the winter festival last year when Maria practically dragged you out of the corner and wouldn’t take no for an answer. And when Joel Miller came to town, bristling and haunted and carved out like the mountains he’d ridden in from, you started to feel something else, something more dangerous than survival. You started to feel… hope.

Joel is a quiet man, but you speak the same silence. The kind that says I know what you’ve lost, without needing to say it out loud. He doesn’t flinch at your moods. He doesn’t press when you’re not ready to talk. He doesn’t try to fix you. He just… sees you. And in his own careful, deliberate way, he started to stay. Sitting next to you at community dinners. Fixing things outside your cabin without being asked. Bringing you coffee—black, scalding, too strong—before your morning shift and pretending it wasn’t for you. You never asked why. You never had to. He doesn’t look at you like you’re broken. But sometimes, late at night when his hand is resting warm on your back, you wonder how long that illusion will last.

Because what Joel doesn’t know—what no one knows—is that the cracks in you never really healed. They just shifted. Covered over with layers of routine, with work and friendship and carefully measured smiles. And when it gets too loud—when the memories start to push up against the walls of your chest, when your mother’s scream echoes like a ghost in your ears—you reach for the only thing that still feels like control. The knife in your kitchen. The edge of the scissors in your drawer. You don’t cut to bleed, not really. Not anymore. You do it to breathe. To pull yourself back into the now. To stop the spinning. To feel real. And then you hide it, clean it, tuck it away like a shameful little secret between folded laundry and polite conversation. You tell yourself it’s not hurting anyone.

Until Joel finds out.

It happens on a Sunday. You’ve spent the morning in the greenhouse, and the sun’s been especially brutal today. The air stings with pollen, your arms scratched from repotting all afternoon. You’re washing up in your cabin, peeling off your long-sleeved shirt when the bathroom door creaks open. You didn’t hear him come in—you always leave it unlocked now, for him. There’s a soft hey from the other room, and before you can answer, he’s already stepping into the doorway, pausing like he always does to make sure he’s welcome. His eyes are kind, thoughtful, and then—he sees it.

The look on his face changes so slowly it feels like drowning. His mouth opens, just slightly. His eyes drop to your forearm—your right one, where the fresh ones are still red and angry, framed by older, paler lines. He doesn’t speak. He just stares. And that silence—his silence, that you’ve always trusted—feels like a knife in your ribs. You yank the shirt back down, too fast, heart kicking into overdrive, shame washing over you in a hot, suffocating wave.

“Don’t,” you whisper, voice brittle, already backing away. “It’s nothing, it’s not—it’s fine.”

Joel doesn’t move. Not at first. His brow furrows like he’s trying to understand something he doesn’t want to believe. Then he steps forward, slow and careful like he’s approaching a wounded animal. Which, you suppose, he is.

“Don’t do that,” he says softly, voice thick. “Don’t say it’s fine.”

You’re shaking. You don’t know if it’s anger or fear or embarrassment. Maybe all three. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

His jaw tenses. He’s still looking at your arm, even though you’ve hidden it. “But I did.”

You wish he’d yell. You wish he’d get mad or walk away or say something cruel. It would be easier to take than the way he looks at you now—like his heart is breaking. Like he’s seeing all the pieces you’ve tried to hold together alone for too long.

He takes another step. “How long?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. You look at the floor, at the old tile near the sink, at anything but him.

“Hey,” he says again, gentler now. He crouches a little, trying to catch your eyes. “How long, sweetheart?”

Your throat burns. Your lips tremble before you can stop them. “Since I got here. Before. Years.”

Joel breathes in like he’s steadying himself, and then he does something that shatters you—he reaches out and takes your hand. Carefully. Reverently. Like he’s touching something sacred and fragile all at once.

“I didn’t know,” he murmurs, thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. “I should’ve known.”

“You couldn’t have,” you say quickly, ashamed. “I didn’t want you to. I didn’t want anyone to.”

There’s a long pause. His hand is still holding yours, firm and grounding. “You don’t have to do it alone anymore. You hear me?”

Your eyes sting. “I don’t know how not to.”

Joel pulls you in slowly, carefully, until you’re wrapped in his arms, your forehead pressed against his chest. His heart beats slow and steady beneath your cheek. He smells like sun and leather and the cedar soap you gave him last winter. His hands are warm on your back, not gripping, not controlling—just holding. Just there. He kisses the top of your head, voice rough.

“Then we’ll figure it out. Together.”

[hey-itsdollie]

Hey dollie howd u been r u excited for summer :33

I have a reeeeq im gonna make this quick( ͡❛ ₃ ͡❛) i have in mind u and ur bf going on vacantion and he has his hands full of baggage (suitcases, backpacks etc) and reader just asks "why arent u holding my hand" and trying ur best to hold in ur laughter or smth like that :P

Id ask this for Isagi, Barou, Gagamaru, Raichi, Chigiri and Ness ^^

Why aren't you holding my hand?

Haiii I'm good, very excited for summer thank you for asking! Hru I hope you're excited for summer as well<3

‧₊˚ ┊ In which you decide to joke with your boyfriend who is doing the heavy lifting!

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » isagi. barou. gagamaru. raichi. chigiri. ness.

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ fluff, crackfic, female reader, established relationship, use of pet names, aged up!

── .✦ Yoichi Isagi

You and Isagi got to the hotel, claiming he has been working out more lately due to football. He offered to take the luggage.

All of the luggage.

You turned to him, noticing his somewhat struggling to carry everything as you walked beside him. One small backpack hanging from your shoulders, as one hand held your phone.

You decided to play around and looked at him stopping in your tracks. Forcing Isagi to also stop his movements–despite his inner rejection of the ideal. “What is it? Did you forget something in the car?” he questioned tilting his head to the side, looking worried.

“No, but it seems you forgot to hold my hand.” You frowned huffing softly making the male freeze. Did you actually want him to hold your hand that badly?

He wasn’t sure if he could hold your hand, after all his hands were full holding the luggage. And he refused to make you hold anything heavy.

What kind of boyfriend would he be?

He stared at you with a blank look. Trying to figure out how to exactly tell you no���

“Baby… listen…”

Isagi frowned trying to get the courage. But his face faltered as you laughed leaning forward slightly. “I’m kidding Yoichi, man you should’ve seen your face.” Isagi stared frozen but sighed in relief. “Damn, you got me… You know I would hold your hand any chance I can get.”

You swooned at his sweet words as you nodded. “Yeah, I know. Let’s go check in, all that weight must be starting to hurt.”

── .✦ Shoei Barou

“Alright do we have everything?” 

Your boyfriend’s gruff question made you look through the car once more. Grinning from ear to ear at the fact the two of you rented a beach house for the next two weeks.

“Yup! Everything is out of the car! Do you need help with carrying anything?” You hummed lastly going to his side as he was holding three bags on his back (somehow) and multiple bags in his hands that were full of food from the store, and of course the suitcases.

“I’ve got it. Just try not to trip while walking.” Barou scoffed as he began walking up the driveway to the house.

You followed along, looking around at your surroundings. The area was quiet, even for a known vacationing area. You noticed your boyfriend walking easily while carrying the heavy luggage.

“Sho, why aren’t you holding my hand?” You ask softly, deciding to play around a bit. Barou turned his head slightly to glance at you, “Huh?”

“I mean you normally hold my hand you know…” You mumbled looking to the side acting as if you were saddened. Barou tensed at the sight. “How am I supposed to hold your hand with my own hands filled like this?”

You shrugged walking past him. “I don’t know… I just figured you’d ya know still want to–but if not that is completely fine.

With a groan Barou fixed the things in his hands, making one hand free. “Come here.” He ordered as you looked at him shocked. “Wait Shoei…”

“Come. Here.”

You did as told and went to his side, taking his hand in your own as you blushed. Barou stared at you with his eyebrows furrowed. “You whine so much yet not you’re silent? Damn… is hand holding that important to you?”

He muttered looking straight ahead as you two shortly made it to the front door.

── .✦ Gin Gagamaru

“Are you sure you don’t need any help Gin?”

You looked up at him concerned, watching him carry all your camping supplies in his hands. This happened every single time you two went camping. He never asked for your help ever.

He stared ahead at the trail blankly, not uttering a single response.

You frowned, deciding to try and get him to say something or let you help him. “Heyyy Gin, did you forget to hold my hand?” You frown tugging his arm slightly.

Gagamaru froze stiffly, looking down at you with his wide eyes. “Forget?” He murmured confusedly, “No my hands are full.” He replied simply, his expression not changing. “Come on, I want to hold your hand!” You whined. “No.”

You frowned at him at his rejection.

“I’ll hold your hand once we get to the site, just hold on till then.” You sighed as your joke wasn’t working. “Okay fine…”

Silence took over you two, you stared at the ground kicking rocks as you walked. Gagamaru glanced down at you letting out a soft breath before setting the things down and kneeling before you.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he stared at you. “I can’t hold your hand but I can carry you.”

You sighed gently, “Gin I was just playing around. You don’t need more weight on you.” “You weigh nothing to me, I’ll carry you come on.”

You blushed before going and climbing on his back holding on as he picked the supplies back up and began walking again with ease. You laid your head against his as he walked, smiling gently.

── .✦ Jingo Raichi

You huffed watching Raichi carry the luggage to the cabin. His hands were full of the bags and suitcases the two of you had brought.

You gazed at him as he bared his teeth as he carried all the weight. “You sure you don’t need any help?” You questioned raising your eyebrow. “Huh? No way! I’m strong enough to carry twice as much!”

You dead panned “I didn’t say you weren’t strong enough…” you thought. You looked around when an idea came to mind making you grin.

“Hey Jingo, can I hold your hand?” Raichi turned to you, watching you tilt your head with an innocent smile. He glared at you. “Do you really expect me to hold your hand with all this luggage as well? Seriously?”

You nodded with a grin making him groan. Already trying to figure out how he can hold the luggage and your limb.

“Okay hold on- wait–are you trying to hold the luggage! No way in hell!”

Your smile dropped at his idiotic statement. “No I wasn’t-” “Too fucking bad! Let’s go, I’ll hold your hand later. So quit your whining.”

You groaned at his stubbornness shaking your head. “Whatever, let's go…”

You walked ahead of him, making the blonde look up quickly, taking your quick pace as a challenge.

“Hey! Get back here!”

You laughed and began to run taunting him as he tried to speed walk without dropping anything. “Quit your laughing!” He growled out, making you laugh more in response. Which only angered him more.

── .✦ Hyoma Chigiri

After a game of rock, paper, scissors–in the end you won–your boyfriend had to carry the luggage out of the car.

The red head stayed quiet as he held the suitcases in each hand. Glad that the two of you were reasonable with your packing.

You walked next to him, now feeling bad about him having to carry your bag. “Hey come on Hyo let me carry my bag.” Chigiri shook his head, “No, I lost the game so I have to carry the bags.”

You sighed at his sportsmanship; “Come on Hyoma. It was a children’s game, so let me carry my bag. I want to hold your hand.” You frown adding in the last part to really sweeten the deal. Chigiri glanced at you and groaned. “Do you really want to hold my hand?” he questioned, willing to rearrange things to do that for you.

“Yes!” You smiled brightly. With a groan the male stopped walking and right as you thought he was going to give your bag to you, he just moved it all to one hand simply and took yours.

“What Chigiri!” You groaned at the sight. “That can’t be comfortable!”

He ignored you smoothly changing the topic as if it was nothing. You glared at him, ignoring you. But it quickly softened as you felt him squeeze your hand.

“So what’s the plan for once we get to the hotel room? Staying at the pool or walking around the town?” He questioned.

You smiled brightly, swinging your arms slightly. “Let’s go to the pool!”

── .✦ Alexis Ness

You walked next to your boyfriend who held a smile of pure ecstasy on his features. You sighed at the sight, his happiness only due to the fact he was holding all your luggage. Letting you not lift a finger.

He just gave the reason that it was their vacation, you deserved to rest and not lift anything.

“Hey hey can we hold hands? Or did you not feel like it?” You asked him innocently knowing his hands were full.

Ness turned to you, his happy face gone and was replaced by a blank look. Not expecting you to want to hold hands right now of all times. “Uhh… I don’t think we can hold hands right now…” He muttered internally, cursing at the situation.

You frowned, “Oh okay…”

Ness’s heart dropped at the sight of your frown as he quickly moved the bags differently in his arms, freeing his hand. He quickly took yours in his now free hand, surprising you.

“Alexis!” You gasp in shock.

“Come on, you're going to hurt your arm if you hold too many things at once.” You sighed worried for your boyfriend.

“Nonsense, it’s not too heavy. Let’s get up to the room now. I want to hold you so badly, sweetness.”

Sighing, you shook your head at his words. He often never lets you see him upset. Unless it was jealousy–which was often.

“Yeah, let’s go then.”

©hey-itsdollie please don't copy, change, or steal my work. Thank you!

[cumulusangel]

i’m actually rocking back and forth and losing my mind. if i see one more person dumb c!dream down into this shallow character with no depth i might go insane. you don’t GET IT.

dream is the admin of the server. the place is his responsibility, it’s his job to take care of it. but then, some meddling little kid shows up and starts causing drama, stirring up trouble. annoying, but fixable. just scare the little punk into place.

but then he makes friends. and more people join, and soon people are breaking his rules. people are making factions, alliances, nations. he knows where this will lead. he knows how it always goes with things like this—people get greedy, they will rip the smp apart. so he fights back, and tries to put a stop to it.

unfortunately, his resistance only perpetrated the problem, and soon he has to give in. he lets a nation form. and as he knew would happen, people start fighting for power. he sits back and watches, quietly calculating. he has to fix this��put things back together, if you will. and you know how you can do that? control. if you control people, you can make them stop this fucking mess. and how better to control people than to control their loved ones. how better to control people than to control the little shits that started it all, tommy and tubbo. so, dream keeps an eye on them.

and then things keep getting fucking worse, and worse, and worse. wars, infighting, it’s chaos. it’s hell. and dream—they all hate him. that’s the one thing they can all agree on. so, fuck it. if that’s the one thing that brings them all together, then let it be. he’ll be the bad guy, the opposing force that they need. so he goes to prison, and he hopes that maybe that’ll change something. but still nothing. no change, because as soon as he’s out he sees the disarray his server is in.

and so he snaps, and he decides to fix the server in the only way he knows how at this point. he has to get the fuck rid of tommy and tubbo, for good. and i don’t have the energy to keep going but my god PLEASE CHARACTERIZE HIM MORE. I PUT ZERO EFFORT OR THOUGHT INTO THIS AND IT’S SOMEHOW MORE THOUGHT OUT THAN HALF OF THE “evil bad man who’s just bad because he can be” CHARACTERIZATION I SEE OF HIM. PLEASEEE PLEASSSE PLEASEEE I BEG OF YOUUU

[hannigramislife]

Pretty sure in the next chapter Dazai will ''die'' too

Because this plot kinda reminds me of 55 minutes, and I think Atsushi will fix things by going back in time or using some mojo shit

And if Dazai also ''dies'' i will kinda laugh. I hope it parallels Akutagawa's death.

If Dazai dies next chapter somehow, I will be celebrating. Y'all will hear my voice throughout both hemispheres. One, the fact that he might die brings me such joy. Two, he dies now after Akutagawa?? Insane timing. Bonus points if they do more Dazaku parallels or moments because why not?

I also thought the plot was similar to 55 minutes! Let's hope it is even better.

[returntosunder]

You know what? I'm just gonna share what I can/want on all of my AUs, one at a time. I spoke about UnderRough last time, so this time I'll share some little bits of...

(Just some of it, not ALL of it. Even then, prepare for a long rant.)

Inspiration: when I was first getting into the Undertale community, I was noticing a severe lack of AUs where Sans swaps with Asriel. Slowly, I came up with swaps for mostly the main characters (Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Napstablook, etc). After aging and getting back into the fandom, I realized quite a few flaws (seeing how young I was when first making it) and decided to redo a few things. Now let's get into the actual AU.

Basics: as previously stated, UnderTear is a swap AU with unique differences. However, before we get into those differences, let's go over the basics.

The swaps are fully roleswap, yet only 25% personality swap.

Sans swaps with Asriel, Papyrus swaps with Undyne, Napstablook swaps with Alphys who swaps with Grillby, Muffet swaps with Mettaton, and Monster Kid swaps with the Scarf Mouse. (That's not every swap, just the main characters.)

Toriel and Asgore actually keep their roles stay the same, but swap personalities. Frisk and Chara aren't swapped at all. (Neither are plenty of the "NPCs")

Okay, now for some of the unique stuff~ (again, prepare for a huge bit of ranting.)

The Skelebros: Sans and Papyrus actually had parents before the war broke out. One of which, the father, was the brother of Aster. A few weeks after the war, neither of their parents made it underground. Aster, being the royal scientist, asked the Dreemurr's if they could care for Sans and Papyrus for him. (One, because Papyrus was still an infant, and two, because a dangerous is no place to raise children.) They humbly accepted seeing how Asriel would soon be born as well.

The Spiders and the Machine: seeing how Muffet replaces Mettaton, she would become the young star of the Underground. However, hidden behind the entertainer's life was her older cousin, Lizzie. She would be the one who helped raise Muffet and provide aid in her rise to stardom. Meanwhile, Mettaton would be a robot built and discarded by Aster years ago. Napstablook's cousin would eventually find the robot body, fix it up a bit, and use as the driving force behind a heavy metal rebellion against Muffet. (Said rebellion started because of Muffet and Napstablook continuously fighting for Papyrus. I have a post on my blog that explains where that started.)

The first Amalgamate: you may remember months ago I requested art of a character named Trajan. Well, here's some more info on him. In UnderTear, Mystery Man and Gaster are two entirely different characters. Trajan is the Mystery Man and WD G Aster is the Gaster. Trajan first applied for the soul experiment when he managed to defeat a human who attacked one of his other monster friends. Once he was injected with DT however, he quickly found out how horrible of an idea it was. Somehow, he would wake up in a void like area known only as the Darkness. (That's all I got on him right now, but I do have an ask blog around him. @asktrajan)

I'm just now realizing I'm reiterating things I've already talked about on my blog. And I don't wanna have to delete all that. So here's a quick detail that I haven't discussed before now: in UnderTear, the WD in Aster's name doesn't stand for Wingdings. At least not originally. At first, the WD stood for Wadeline. After Gaster fell into his creation though, he became distorted. Thus his font would switch to Wingdings. (Not sure what the G stood for though.)

PHEW. Ok. I think that's all I can handle typing. There's still plenty of stuff I haven't shared, but I'm saving that for my blog. Hope you're intrigued! X3

Ooo role swap au! I had to make a bunch of notes to visually see who is placed in what role cause my brain needs a visualizer lol. (Side not, im absolutely LOVING Muffet taking Mettatons place in this. They are both my faves and this is a fun mix ^^)

Sans and Papyrus being raised by the Dreemers is so flippin cute omg I love that ^^ and ya I remember trajan (ive looked into your blog too, but im gonna have to look through it again so I can have a refresher on his info ^^') ooo WD becoming Wingdings is after the incident is actually interesting, him having a different name before is really neat change to his story i love that!

Thanks for sharing what you have! I understand that saving info for your blog so im glad you can still share stuff here ^^

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - A Dark Offer

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Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

After a long cry out, Ralsei tries to get Kris to open up a bit. What Kris wants does have a cost, though!

Second part is here, and third part will be up tomorrow!

[theswedishpajas]

[Mii Maker Music]

!!Find the palette in this thread!!

[alistair-blackwood]

man the griffin soup chapter and the changeling chapter really just happened to fall into the same episode bracket huh ...

[freaky-flawless]

Could we celebrate any other character's birthday....

[leatherbookmark]

"I know why you want to return to our world, Meggie! You just miss your boyfriend! But we haven't seen everything of this beautiful world yet!" Mr Mortimer sir your wife was enslaved for working as a scribe disguised as a man. In this world women are punished for learning their fathers' craft and your thirteen years old daughter would be already married if she was born in this world. I know the books are very pretty but Mo your wife is pregnant. I don't think they have c-sections here :(

[delightful-69]

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[commander-finch]

Finished the outer wilds and had an emotion so strong now my head hurts.

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 7, day 3

So my computer might be perma-ded, don't know yet, but here's more designing on that shirt design! Transparent this time so I can see the transparent effects better but they might not transparent correctly on the TeePublic upload. Idk, we'll see! But first I'm gonna finish cleaning this up and playing with effects until I like it so much I don't want to change anything :)