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lovetei · 1 year ago

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Heyyy,

I saw your toxic things the demon bros will do to keep you with them and i absolutely fell in love with. More of, my mental health issues felll in love with- ANYGAYSzz

I was wondering if you could maybe do the same for the side characters¿¿¿¿

Also did you drink water today? Cuz if thats a no here you go 💧💧💧💧

And some cookies just incase 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

Love anonymous 👑

I'm not actually supposed to post anything for tonight, because I don't know? I didn't get to start anything this morning so I crammed this post T_T

But love lots! Hope you enjoy this piece ^^

But seriously, I was like "Oh shit, the algorithm I don't have!" And proceed to finish this.

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What are the most toxic thing they will do in a relationship just to make you stay with them?

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Warnings: Manipulation, yandere themes, execution, mention of torture, psychological torture, love potions, Mentions of murder, framing, alcohol

Links: Masterlist

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DIAVOLO will use his authority

He's already so happy to have you by his side

And by staying there you already secured the position of the next ruler that will stand beside him

So, why do you have to leave..?

And the reasons

"I'm not fit enough..."

"I don't deserve this much..!"

"There are more people out there that are more worthy than me..."

Won't cut it.

He knows your worth and he's sure you do too.

So why?

Perhaps you're just nervous that you won't be able to match his grace?

You don't need to.

His grace is unmatched among the demons and yours is too among the mortals.

You both are on the same chapter, just on different pages.

So why make things hard for yourself?!

All you need to do is say yes and everything will be taken care of.

Clothes, food, money, status, security and literally anything.

He loves you and you does too so it's not going to be a marriage with no love...

SO WHY?

You're starting to drive him insane, MC.

And he might just do the same to you

So he'll invite you over for a fancy dinner and a few drinks

You accepted, despite knowing that Diavolo might try something after he got you drunk

Thinking that Diavolo forgot that you can't get drunk by just a basic demonus

Fool

That's what you are for thinking Diavolo actually misses something, anything about you

So he changed the bottle of demonus to an actual human liquor but neutralized it's taste by the help of his one, loyal servant

Barbatos

Not even two hour passed by and you're already putty in his hands

Dancing just like how he wants it on his palms

Then he'll slide a paper into the table to you, together with a beautiful pen

He then point at an empty line with his finger and said "Look at that MC, this line right here wants your signature."

"Hmm, why?~"

"Because it's such a huge fan of you and it needs you to become something, someone better, so why don't you give it a sign?" Is what he said while smirking.

And there you are, signing the papers while your mind is clouded with alcohol

Oh what is it?

Just a marriage contract

You don't want it?

Look into rules and regulations, Claus 5

It's against your human rights?

How foolish, you're not in the human world.

You will tell the whole Devildom about it?

Lèse majesté

And what's the punishment for committing that? Simple.

Death.

BARBATOS and his timeline power

He loves you

So much actually

At first, it was fun to be in a relationship with him

It's fun, slowly opening him up like a present and seeing the gift, a part of him that only you know.

He builds up trust for you and so do you for him

Then it started to get suffocating

He won't admit it openly but you know,

You know that the one who kills anyone who dared act close with you is him

And it terrifies you

You may allow it if it actually harms you, severely

But it's not for your protection anymore

He's doing it out of pure annoyance now

He doesn't like you around the brothers

The angels

Solomon

Thirteen

Or even Lord Diavolo

In fact, he doesn't want you around anyone.

And it's making you feel more unsafe

He's starting to isolate you from everyone and everything

He's trying to isolate you from the world

So you decided to end things with him

And he doesn't seem to take it lightly like how you expected...

How did you know?

Simple.

You woke up weeks before that break up happened

You know how it happened and you know who made it happen

It's none other than your boyfriend of course

You thought that maybe if you talk nicely with him he'll actually understand the problem

But he didn't

He started to get more and more aggressive with you

Then when the week end

It repeats

And repeats

And repeats again

And again

But it will keep going on like that until you learn

Until you learn that there's no other option than him

No other ending than him

He doesn't mind driving you crazy if it means you'll continue to love him

So good luck, MC.

SIMEON might just ask Father for help

Ho doesn't understand!

Why would you want to break up with him?!

He did everything, MC!

It's not clear!

Nothing is clear!

You just belive that you two are not fit together..?

You don't want him to end up like Lilith..?

He doesn't care!

He'll burn these precious, white wings for you!

He'll kill for you!

He'd actually prefer to end up like Lilith rather than this!

Because, at least, Lilith managed to be with her love until her life ended...

He'd rather be a demon or a human rather then live like the adored angel he is without you...

...

You'll still leave huh?

Alright then.

I guess he has no choice but to ask Father for help

What do you mean it will cause him to fall? Oh dear, it won't.

It might actually even promote him into a higher rank.

Father wants you in his side.

In fact, the whole celestial realm want you on this side

So when he asked "Father, it seems that we need to take even larger measure to have MC side with us. What do you think we can do?"

...oh?

Luke?

What a brilliant plan.

Now,

Let's see if you can still leave knowing an innocent life, Luke, will be put under danger because of this tantrum,

Because of you.

SOLOMON and his hidden antics

Oh dear, angel

His little devil

His most prized possession

His favorite concubine,

You won't be leaving him anytime soon, dear.

When you told him that "I want to break up with you."

He kept himself quite for a while before answering "Let me give it some thought, MC. For now, stay with me."

And just as he expected you listened obediently.

But then, his grip around your waits became more rough

And the hand he used to playfully wrap around your neck became more tight

It's hard...

It's hard to feed you his love laced cooking

But he found out that you just loves, adored even, Luke's baked cookies...

And since you're a human, he knows that Luke creates special cookies just for you

One that don't contain exotic ingredients that will upset your stomach

And it just made the work of latching love potions easier for him

He'll just add a few drops and it will do the magic for him

So, all he has to do sit tight

And wait for you to crawl back to his lap yourself.

RAPHAEL will use spears for example

Haha...

But he loves you, MC..?

He might just start crying if you say more

"Sure... But I'll make sure you'll come back to me..!"

At first, it sounded like a joke and it's funny enough to make you giggle

The beautiful memories of peaceful separation didn't last long after you saw a dead body pinned by spears though

His spears, to be specific

It doesn't even make sense

You don't even know this guy...

He hasn't talk to you and you don't even know him

Hell, you don't even recognize his face...

So what's the catch?

Why is he killing completely random people...

That's what have been running around your mind

You haven't seen him around RAD anymore

And if you do he refuse to answer your questions

Except his face will lightly flush and he'll even smile a little before sa say "Ah~ It's nice hearing your voice..."

His tone, the way he says it, none of theme are innocent

And he made it known that he knows what he's doing

The curiosity didn't last long

Until you found out that the corpses aren't for you from him as a threat

It was for the families of the victims

You found out that each of them have high power among the nobilities of Devildom

And he killed them to make the families think that you're telling him to do so

It's not to make you feel guilty, it for them to start attacking you

Until you're pushed back to a corner where no one else can save you

Except for him.

MEPHISTOPHELES's way only

Ha...

Man he loves you so much...

But all he do is stare at you blankly after you told him you ant to break up

Staring at you like you're just some kid throwing a tantrum

It's Mephistopheles in front of you, I mean, he's rich, handsome, tall, smart and has good family background

If he's a human everybody would have gone crazy over him already

Plus he wears heels and he has a sexy cane

What more could you ask for?

But yeah...

You don't want to be with him forever?

Sure, he'll talk to Diavolo.

"I'll buy MC's contract and I'll put them under my wing." Is all the reason he needs to say and a few more to have Diavolo selling you

What about your family?

This amount will do right?

I mean...

He paid for what your worth so don't expect it to be much.

Anyways, you're his now

By the eyes of the law, money and his

He'll never let you get away?

And if you did try to?

He'll simply frame you for treason and let's see if you won't come crawling back to him

After finding out that he can choose what type of punishment, torture method, to give you.

But don't worry.

He likes the game cat and mouse

He don't like playing it for a long time though

So be careful

His patience isn't as long as the line of money and connection ahead of him

THIRTEEN basically holds your life

Break up?

"You're not." Is all she said as she holds your candle

She's grinning widely as she let your candle melt, its 's wax falling directly in her hands

"Why would you even want to?" She asked even though she knows, no reason can separate the two of you

And if you did say "I don't care." as she holds you candle

She might just accidentally extinguish one of your loved ones candles

So be careful, MC.

Among everyone

She's the only one who won't joke around.

And just so you know

Her patience is shorter than the amount of time it requires to kill someone's fire off of their candle.

#obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me angst #obey me Diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #obey me Raphael #obey me Mephistopheles #obey me thirteen #obey me yandere

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arquaticdreamer · 5 months ago

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Cloud hates every time bio toxic family keep asking Cloud to change AAC voice to cookie monster, or some silly fun voice. Like what the hell!?!? It's not a toy AAC is my voice. Stop trying to grab and play with my AAC.

#nonspeaking #high support needs #level 3 autism #actually disabled #arquaticautistic #actually nonspeaking #actually nonverbal #nonverbal #full time aac user #severe autism #autism regression #continued regression #arquaticcries #rant post #tw ableism

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 year ago

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Reunited

Part 20

Illumi x Reader x ??????

part 19

part 21

taglist: @tsukilover11 @mercyboluthecrazychicken @sxyriii @merinfawleygoestohogwarts

if you wanna be added to the taglist, make sure your account can be mentioned and comment a red heart❤️

warnings: Kurapika is kinda falling in love with reader? may do an short ending with him after York New? This chapter is very main 4 focused. Also illumi is toxic AGAIN!! BOO

The morning sun was just starting to peak over the clouds, illuminating the path before (Name)

The girl had packed her three friends treats into a basket and was on her way to the servants quarters to deliver them.

The three had informed her they’d most likely be coming to the manor the 14th to rescue Killua, which she was excited for.

The entire time she’d been there, (Name) hadn’t been able to sneak away to meet with him. Every time she was caught by either Kikyo or a butler. Kikyo would innocently inform her that Killua was being punished, and to run along before (Name) had to join him.

(Name) knocked on the door, Zebro opening it shortly after.

“Miss (Name) I wasn’t expecting to see you here today! What is it you need?”

The old man kindly held the heavy door open for her as she walked in. Her friends were sat at the table, eating breakfast when they spotted her.

Gon shot out of his seat, jumping up to hug her. “(Name)!”

The girl laughed, patting his back as he sniffed the air. Kurapika stood as well, setting his fork down and prying the boy off of her.

“(Name), what brings you here?” He asked, his eyes on her large basket. Leorio approached as well, Gon watching with hungry eyes.

“Oh, if you didn’t know, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day! I came here…”

She shoved her hand into the basket, the sound of crinkling plastic being heard.

She pulled her hand out, in it a small bear. “To give you this.” She handed the bear to Kurapika, grabbing a bag of homemade chocolates and cookies for him as well.

“Happy(early) Valentine’s Day!”

The man looked at the gift, his face turning tomato red. He looked between the gift and (Name), his heart thumping against his chest. “For… for me?”

“Yes!” She smiled, the sight causing Kurapika to shrink into himself, holding the bear to his chest.

“Thank you (Name), I-“

“Oh, here’s yours too, Gon and Leorio!”

She handed their gifts out, each receiving a bear and two bags of treats. Gon hurriedly opened the bag, stuffing several cookies into his mouth before he could be stopped by Leorio.

“Oi, don’t eat too much, we have training today!”

Kurapika watched the scene with a sigh, looking down at the bear. His was a light shade of red, with a blue heart. It was soft, looking up at him with cute button eyes.

A part of him felt… sad that he wasn’t the only one receiving her affections, but he pushed those feelings away. He didn’t have time to think about what his heart wanted, besides revenge.

“Did you hand make these, (Name)?” Leorio asked, staring down at his orange bear with a green heart. She nodded, slightly nervous.

“Yes! The hearts are scented!”

The three boys sniffed the hearts, each giving her a surprised look.

“(Name), thsi may be the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever received.” Kurapika said softly, looking at the bear lovingly. Leorio held it up, tears flowing from his eyes.

“A GIRL GAVE ME A VALENTINES DAY GIFT!! FUCK YEAH!”

“Language!”

“Oops, sorry (Name)!”

The four chatted, (Name) eating breakfast with them. Her training was called off until either Kalluto or Illumi returned, so she decided to work with them for the next day.

“I’m gonna be staying here tonight. Is that alright, Zebro?”

The old man nodded, pointing up the stairs. “I’ll have a butler prepare a room for you upstairs. Take it easy, Canary told me you received an injury yesterday.”

The three’s eyes were immediately on her, watching her tug her sleeve further down her arm. Kurapika frowned, grabbing her arm and pulling up her sleeve.

There was a deep purple bruise in the shape of a hand on her skin, with what looked like the imprints of long fingers on the edges.

Behind his contacts, Kurapika’s eyes turned a deep scarlet, the man barely able to control his breathing.

“Who did this to you?”

(Name) flinched at his voice, shrinking back into her seat. “It’s not like that. I was sparring with someone.” She replied.

That wasn’t the full truth, Illumi had angrily squeezed her arm, exasperating the bruise, but she didn’t want to give her friends anymore reason to dislike him. They didn’t understand him!

“… I see. They should be more careful with you.” He let her go, still internally seething. He knew she wasn’t telling the entire truth, but wouldn’t call her out on it now. Kurapika cared for her feelings, and knew pushing her would only make her clam up.

“Well, (Name) wants to train, she can’t progress without a few bumps and scratches.” Gon said, crossing his arms. “I don’t like her getting hurt either, but if they treat her too gently she won’t get any better.”

(Name) beamed at the boy. Finally, someone who understood and didn’t treat her like a child! “Gon’s right. (Name) is a hunter now, she needs to be strong. Although I myself could never harm a lady!”

(Name) giggled at Leorio’s words. Kurapika leaned against his chair and sighed. He knew they were right, but for some reason he couldn’t stand to see her in pain. The way she flinched at his touch worried him greatly.

“Alright boys, let’s finish up breakfast and get to work!”

—————

(Name) looked at the testing gate, groaning. “Yikes, I forgot how big this thing was.”

The group were standing in front of the testing gate, Leorio, Kurapika, and (Name) stretching to ready themselves. Gon’s arm was still injured from his fight with Hanzo, so he stood near them, obviously jealous that they got to try and he didn’t.

“Should I put on the vest too?” (Name) asked, pointing to the black vest they all wore.

“Maybe not, it’s-“

Kurapika was quickly interrupted by Zebro. “I think that’s a good idea!”

Zebro handed (Name) the vest, which caused her to instantly topple over.

“(Name)!”

Kurapika and Leorio rushed over, the girl grunting as she struggled to hold the vest up. “Its- it’s so heavy! How the hell are you all wearing this thing?”

“It might be hard for you to hold, but it should be easier to wear. Here, I’ll help you put it on.”

Leorio gestured for her to lift up her arms, the man slipping it over her head, sliding it down past her shoulders. He stopped right before her chest, staring.

“I think I’ll take over here.”

Kurapika smacked Leorio’s hands away and pulled the vest over her chest. Ever the gentleman, he had her spin to make sure the nothing was bunched up.

“Oh wow, this sucks, but I’m here for the long haul.”

She waddled around, trying to get used to the added weight. Kurapika and Leorio had to stifle their chuckling at her antics.

The three continued their work, now carrying around heavy plates of disks and doing push-ups. (Name) had gotten used to doing push-ups, but not with the extra weight. Even so, she did better than Kurapika and Leorio, able to do 30 at once before collapsing.

“Wow (Name), where did all that strength come from?” Leorio asked, watching the girl do her 30th push-up.

“Let’s just say my trainer in the Zoldyck mansion thinks running a few miles and doing a hundred pushups is LIGHT exercise.”

“Yikes.”

——————

The sun began to set, the three exhausted. As they walked back to their shared home for the night, they caught Gon training. He was scolded by Leorio and Kurapika, who had to remind him he was supposed to be resting.

“Ahh I’m beat!”

(Name) sat down on the couch, her vest folded up in the closet. Zebro had taken it once they walked inside, stating she needed to sleep without it to not exacerbate her injury.

“So, who’s taking a shower first? I know I’m not sleeping with a bunch of sweaty boys in the house.”

Kurapika had sat down next to her, raising an eyebrow. “Of course you can shower first. It’s only fair.”

“Fair? Why don’t we make it even more fair by playing rock paper scissors?” (Name) asked, grinning.

“That’s really isn’t necessary-“

“Deal!” Gon leaped from his seat, using his good hand to make a fist, indicating he wanted to play.

“Okay, we’ll do me versus Gon, then the winner will go up against Kurapika. Then the next winner will go up against Leorio! That’s how we’ll decide who goes first. Then the rest of the losers can play again to decide who goes second!”

(Name) smiled, the others agreeing to her rules. Gon sat in front of (Name) holding out his hand.

“Rock!”

“Paper!”

“Scissors!”

“Shoot!”

——————

(Name) sat with her knees pulled to her chest, an obvious pout on her face. The two other boys poked her legs, laughing softly.

“How did I lose to every single person?” (Name) whined, kicking at Leorio as he poked her.

“I’m not sure, you must have awful luck!” Gon said with a laugh, leaning his head against her shoulder.

“I didn’t know Kurapika was so good at Rock Paper Scissors! He had no mercy!” Leorio cried.

The order of who got to take a shower was as follows: Kurapika, Gon, Leorio, then (Name). She had lost every single round, the hope leaving her eyes after each defeat.

“If you hadn’t been stubborn, you could have had your shower first.”

Kurapika leaned against the doorway to the bathroom, his wet hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks. Gon leaped from his chair, passing Kurapika and slamming the door. They could hear him singing some song as he readied his shower, causing the three to laugh.

“Hey, Kurapika, you really should dry your hair. You might catch a cold.”

He pushed back a strand of wet hair, sighing softly. “It takes too much time, and my arms are tired.”

“Oh, then let me do it!”

Kurapika didn’t have time to process her question, as (Name) was already standing up and grabbing a towel and pulling him over to the couch to sit on the floor. She sat on the couch, pointing the spot in front of her.

“Come on, it’s no trouble.”

He watched her for a moment, deciding to humor her. He sat down in front of her, close enough so she could reach his head. The first thing she did was gently run her fingers through his blond locks, causing the young man to stiffen.

“I’m gonna start now, okay?”

She placed the towel on his head, gently wrapping it around his hair and fluffing it. She started to hum softly, Kurapika relaxing under her touch.

He hadn’t been cared for like this in a long time, it reminded him of being a child. Her touch was soft, caring, like that of a mother. Kurapika had to try his best to hold back tears.

It was painful to remember, especially when those memories were of the Kurta clan. No matter how much time passed, little things like this were enough to plague his mind.

(Name) pulled the towel back, her fingers running through his hair again. “Mmm, still a bit damp. Do you want me to leave it, or-“

“Please continue.”

His tone surprised (Name). It wasn’t that of her usual calm friend, no this was from a desperate man in need of her touch. She wasn’t stupid, she knew Kurapika was hurt. Just one look into his eyes told her something had broken him, changing him into a man that he had never wanted to become.

So she did continue, drying his hair and humming, stopping ever so often to run her fingers through his locks and compliment the pretty color.

It wasn’t much, but Kurapika appreciated this attention greatly. He wasn’t used to being cared for so tenderly. The last time he allowed himself to relax in this way was around his old friend…

“Your hair is all dry now, Kurapika!”

She smiled down at him, ruffling his hair. He nodded, standing.

“I’ll return the favor once you’re done, (Name).”

She paused, scratching the back of her head. “Well, I’ll probably just blow d-“

“There is no blow dryer.” Zebro called from the kitchen. (Name) groaned, accepting Kurapika’s offer with a shy smile.

‘She was so willing to help others, but why does she seem to hate accepting things in return for her kindness?’ Kurapika thought, glancing at her. This had happened a few times before, along with her viewing herself as useless.

Although he wanted to address these issues now, he knew it wasn’t the time. She had enough on her plate, being basically kidnapped and (in Kurapika’s mind) sexually harassed by a literal assassin. He stored this information away for later.

The door flew open, Gon exiting the bathroom with his hair sopping wet. (Name) glanced in Kurapika’s direction before giggling.

“It seems I’m gonna be drying a bunch of peoples hair tonight.”

——————

She ended up drying both Gon and Leorio’s hair, adding in some of her leave in conditioner to Gon’s hair as he whined.

“I’m sorry, but it’ll help with the tangles. I hope you don’t mind smelling like strawberries for a while.”

He didn’t, and the other two ended up getting some mixed into their hair as well. Although Kurapika seemed to take care of his hair the best, it was still in need of some extra love.

The group of three left this experience with silky locks, all smelling of strawberry soap. It didn’t seem to bother them much, Gon sniffing himself every once and a while with a grin.

(Name) left them to walk up to her room and grab a change of clothes. The butlers had been there alright, filling the drawers with all the clothing she could ever need.

After picking her pajamas for the night, (Name) strolled to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She didn’t think they would come and peek on purpose, but she did know that one of them may forget she was showering and walk in to use the restroom.

Something similar had already happened on the airship, Gon having walked into the ladies room accidentally. Thankfully just (Name) had been in there washing her hands, because she doubted Ponzu would have been as nice as her.

The girl stripped, dropping her clothes into a laundry basket and stepping into the shower. The water felt nice on her tired muscles, but stung at her injured arm.

Usually she could take long showers, over 30 minutes, but today she settled for 15, quickly washing her hair and body before exiting.

She slapped on some lotion and moisturizer before slipping into her pajamas, yawning lightly. The finishing touch was wrapping a towel around her hair.

(Name) walked out of the bathroom, sighing in content as she looked at the dinner table. It had been set up, with the main dish being a roast. There were mashed potatoes, broccoli, and rolls as side dishes, the scent of it all causing her to drool.

“Mmm, nothing beats a nice dinner after a long day!”

(Name) took a seat next to Gon, having a plate handed to her by Seaquant. During her first visit to the servants quarters, Seaquant had been a bit rude, but now he was more polite when he wasn’t ignoring her.

“Thank you!”

(Name) dug in, the others staring as she devoured her meal, kicking her feet happily before she stopped, placing her fork down. “This… wasn’t poisoned was it?”

Kurapika blinked, giving her a confused stare. “Poisoned? Why would it be poisoned?”

(Name) thought back to her first night at the manor, and how Illumi had questioned if her food had been poisoned before she ate. “Mmm… I guess it wouldn’t be, since this isn’t the main house.”

She continued her meal, her three friends now a bit concerned. Was she being poisoned on such a regular basis that she had to ask?

When (Name) finished her meal, she began to walk upstairs, yawning. “I’m gonna go to bed. I-“

Kurapika followed behind her, (Name) pausing to stare at him.

“Kurapika, what are yo-“

“Did you forget I said I’d help dry your hair?”

She blinked, then shook her head. “No, of course not.”

“I can tell you’re lying. Hurry up, it’s getting late.”

—————

Kurapika sat on her bed, watching as (Name) pulled the towel from her hair and handed it to him. The wet hair hung around her face, water dripping onto the floor. “I have a bit of a tender head.” She whispered, looking away in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

She sat cross legged in front of him, her back to him. Kurapika realized in that moment he had never dried someone else’s hair for them, dropping the towel on her head.

He tried his best to remember the feeling of her hands in his hair, the amount of pressure she applied. Eventually he began to towel dry her hair, humming an old Kurta lullaby.

“Mm, you have a nice voice Kurapika. What’s that song you’re humming?”

He ran his fingers through her hair to test how damp it still was, placing the towel back on her head to continue. “It’s a lullaby, one my people used to sing to the children at night. I’m a bit surprised I still remember it.”

Usually talking about the Kurta filled him with pain and anger, but right then in that moment, the phantom troupe didn’t exist to him. The only thing that really mattered was that she was here, gently leaning against his knees and smiling.

“That’s sweet. Your people must of been very talented to produce such a sweet melody.”

He softened at her words, glad that she couldn’t see the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes.

“Yes, they were.”

After he finished drying her hair, Kurapika lingered. For some reason he didn’t want this moment to end, didn’t want to leave her comforting presence.

“Kurapika, would you like to see some pictures of my cats?”

The blond nodded, greedy to spend more time with (Name). She stood, plopping onto the bed next to him. When she was this close, he could smell her lotion, sighing contentedly at the soft lavender scent.

She pulled out her phone, scrolling through a few pictures of her cats, squealing in delight at some.

“Oh, and this is Tammy! She’s actually pregnant right now, and I’m soooo mad I won’t be home when she has her babies!” She huffed, showing him a picture of a brown tabby cat with a small round belly. He chuckled, seeing a reflection of (Name) taking the picture in the mirror behind the cat.

“She’s cute. When will she be giving birth?”

“Mmm, I think within the next week or so. We’d only discovered she was pregnant a few weeks before the exam.”

She peered at him, smiling sweetly. “You can have one of the kittens if you’d like. I trust you enough.”

Kurapika blinked, a light pink on his cheeks. “I would gladly adopt one if I actually… had a home for her.”

(Name) tilted her head at this. “Do you not have a home to return to?”

This seemed to be a sore subject, causing the blond to sigh and look away. “No. After my clan was massacred, I never was able to find a place that felt like home. I go from place to place, but never stay for long.”

(Name) nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I understand. In that case, you’re welcome to come stay with me if you need to. You’ll always have a place in my house, okay?”

This time Kurapika let his tears fall freely, nodding. “Thank you (Name), you don’t understand how much that means to me.”

She wrapped him in a hug, patting his back gently. They stayed like that for a while, (Name) rocking him as he pulled himself together.

“I think I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

The man stood, brushing the tears from his eyes and giving her a brave smile. “I’ll head to bed now. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. Don’t be a stranger, I’m here if you need me!”

(Name) watched him go with a hand over her heart. She could physically feel his pain and suffering, barely holding back tears of his own.

She was determined to be the best friend she could be to him, a good influence on this heartbroken boy. Unbeknownst to her, Kurapika looked down at his hand, imagining the feeling of her hair and the smell of her skin.

A part of him wanted to stay longer, but he knew it was late. It was going to be a long day tomorrow, and (Name) needed her sleep.

He lied down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling above him with soft eyes.

“I hope she has good dreams.”

——————

(Name) awoke to the sound of grunting and groaning. She rubbed her eyes, glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to her. It was only 3 am, she’d had 4 hours of sleep.

She stepped out of her room, peering down the hallway to see Gon and Leorio doing the same. She glanced between the two, an unspoken question between them.

‘Who’s making that noise?’

A cry rang out into the night, the three rushing towards the sound. They ended up dashing into Kurapika’s room, the blond writhing in his bed, asleep.

Leorio crouched down to shake his shoulder, but was slapped away. He gasped, pulling back.

“That hurt. Maybe we should just leave him be. It seems like he’s just having a bad dream-“

(Name) gave him a look, the man silencing himself instantly. She stepped forward, just out of Kurapika’s reach. “Hey, wake up. You’re having a bad dream.” she cooed softly, bending down. He whined, relaxing ever so slightly at her voice.

She thought back to earlier when he’d told her about the lullaby he’d been humming and decided to hum it for him now.

His contorted face instantly softened, his limbs falling to his sides. She took this as a chance to push his hair back off of his sweating forehead.

Gon yawned, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “I’m gonna go back to bed. You got this?” He was worried for Kurapika, but knew that his presence wasn’t helping anything. (Name) nodded, not pausing her humming.

“Alright, I’ll be heading out too. Try to get some sleep, (Name).”

With the two gone, (Name) was left alone with the blond, sitting on the floor next to his bed so she could be comfortable.

“(Name)?”

She glanced to her side to see Kurapika’s eyes boring into her, his breathing slowing.

“Yes, I’m here.”

He reached for her hand, squeezing it tighter than he would of if he was more in control of his emotional state. She didn’t complain, only watching him with a careful eye.

“You were having a bad dream. Would you feel better talking about it?”

He thought for a moment before shaking his head. “That’s alright.”

Kurapika watched her, his eyes going from an intense red to a soft grey. “Was that… the lullaby I told you about earlier?”

“Yes, I thought it might help you calm down.”

“… it sounds much better coming from you.”

She giggled, patting his head. “Quite the charmer huh? Let’s get you tucked back in.”

Kurapika lied back down, (Name) pulling the cover up to his chin. “Thank you, I’m already feeling much better.”

“That’s great.”

She stood, sitting on the edge of his bed. “It’s getting late, I’m gonna go ba-“

“(Name).”

He grasped her sleeve, his eyes wild. She’d never seen him look at her like that, like a desperate animal.

“Yes?”

Kurapika pulled on her sleeve, his chest rising and falling slowly. “Can you stay until I fall asleep?”

She sighed, a tired smile on her lips. “Of course.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be.”

He leaned back against his pillow, able to relax with her near him. Kurapika didn’t understand why, but having her around made him soft.

He was usually a very cold and calculated man, but that flew out the window when she was near. It was like he could be vulnerable, childlike, soft, and she wouldn’t judge him for it or call him weak.

What was it about her that made him feel this way?

“… I had a dream about the massacre.”

(Name) stiffened at his statement, looking down at him with worried eyes. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. That’s awful.”

She pushed back his hair again, letting her hand wander to his cheek, caressing it. Her lifted his hand to hold hers, his thumb brushing over her knuckles.

“I have these dreams frequently, so don’t blame yourself. Nothing we discussed earlier caused this.”

He sighed, letting go of her hand. (Name) yawned, pinching herself to stay awake.

“I’m going to try and sleep now. I’m so sorry, but your presence helps me… relax.”

He closed his eyes, finally able to sleep in peace. (Name) stayed with him until he started to snore, knowing that he was knocked out.

She snuck out of his room, climbing into bed. It was 5 am now, (Name) sighing before passing out.

——————

The three awoke earlier than (Name), allowing her to sleep in a bit. Kurapika felt guilty for keeping her up so long, nervously tapping his fingers against the table.

“Mmm, I think it’s time to wake her up. If we train without her, she’ll be pissed.” Leorio stated, standing from his chair. Kurapika stood as well, walking past him and up the stairs.

“I’ll do it.”

Leorio and Gon shared a glance, confused by his strange behavior.

Kurapika knocked on her door as he opened it, the sound doing nothing to stir the sleeping girl. He paused at her side of the bed, giggling at her disheveled hair and clothes.

“(Name)? (Name), wake up. It’s time for breakfast.”

She whined, turning away and smacking his hand away from her shoulder.

“Mmnn… I told you to stop Illumi.” She groaned, pouty.

Kurapika raised an eyebrow at that, shaking her again. This time she stirred, looking up at him with sleepy eyes. “Kurapika? Mm did you sleep well?”

He felt soft again, sitting next to her on her bed. “Yes, thank you. I was able to sleep peacefully because of you.”

She nodded, swinging her legs over the side of the bed to sit next to him. “That’s good. I was really worried about you.”

He felt his heart thump against his chest, out of embarrassment or happiness he wasn’t quite sure.

“Don’t worry, it was just a bad dream. I don’t-“

She looked him in the eye, completely serious. “Kurapika, I don’t care if it was just a bad dream. When I see my friends suffering, I can’t NOT worry. Even if it’s annoying or if I’m deemed a worry wart, I’ll never stop worrying about the well being of my loved ones.”

Kurapika’s breath hitched in his throat. What was with this girl and her innate ability to bring tears to his eyes and a clench to his heart?

“It’s not annoying at all, (Name). It feels… nice to be cared for. Just…”

He looked away, struggling to find the words. “Maybe it’s hard to accept care when it’s hard to care about yourself.”

Her words caused him to turn back to look at her. The air was different, (Name)’s eyes boring into the wall.

“Yes. It is.”

Kurapika had no room to be angry that she didn’t seem to care about herself, because he was in the same boat, but something made him grab her hand in a tight grip.

“Kurapika, w-“

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes locked on her (e/c) ones. She gasped, the color a beautiful scarlet, one she’d only seen a few times before.

“I won’t pry into your business, because I would rather you not do the same with me, but just know one thing.”

He smiled, pulling away slightly to cup her cheek. “I care about you, and I’m sure Gon and Leorio do as well. Even if you can’t seem to care about yourself, we will do it for you. You will always have someone that loves you and wishes for the best.”

He wasn’t shocked to see tears threaten to fall from her eyes before she pulled herself together, leaning into his touch.

“Have I ever told you you’re a sweet boy?”

“A few times.”

They laughed, (Name) standing up and stretching. “Alright, I’m gonna get changed. I’ll meet you down in the kitchen in a minute.”

Leorio watched Kurapika leave the room with a raised eyebrow. His blond friend had a sweet smile on his face, holding his cheek.

“That took a while. What, were you busy making out or something?”

Kurapika stiffened, causing Gon to gasp.

“Wait!! Were you really!?”

“No.”

Kurapika gave them a look, quieting the two instantly. “We just had a chat. Besides…” he folded his arms, a sly smile on his face.

“I wouldn’t kiss and tell.”

—————

(Name) jogged down the stairs wearing a skirt and sweater. Leorio blinked as she sat down next to him, looking at her skirt.

“You sure you wanna work out in that? Its not exactly the easiest to get around in a skirt without… you know.”

He acted out the scene, twirling around the screeching when his skirt(a pillow) flew up, “exposing everything”.

“Leorio, you’re deplorable.” Kurapika said with a groan, covering his red face.

“But I’m not wrong!”

She laughed, standing up and twirling.

“Unlucky for you Leorio, I’m wearing a skirt with built in shorts!”

The group ate breakfast, finishing their meal before walking outside. This time Kurapika helped (Name) get her vest on, gently sliding it over her shoulders.

“They’re getting kinda close, huh.” Leorio whispered to Gon, who shrugged.

“I guess! I’m just glad Kurapika seems happier.”

Leorio nodded absentmindedly, watching the two giggle at each other with worried eyes.

‘I just hope he doesn’t get too attached too quick. It’s never good to put all of your chips into one person, especially within such a short amount of time.’

(Name) helped clear the table after breakfast, singing along to a song Kurapika didn’t know. When finished, she looked at the group and gave them her biggest smile.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

They all smiled back, the older two a bit bashful.

Kurapika, Leorio, and (Name) stretched in front of the testing gate, Zebro watching over them.

“Hey, why don’t you try removing those vests today?” Zebro called, Leorio grinning.

“Oh? Music to my ears!”

The two threw their vests off, Kurapika turning to help (Name) with hers.

“Ah, she can keep her vest on. After all, it is you two who must open the gate.”

(Name) frowned, her hands on her hips. “I don’t mind keeping it on, but I want to help my friends.”

Zebro sighed, shaking his head. “I wish I could let you, but this has to be done by your friends. If you help, it wouldn’t be fair to their efforts.”

(Name) rolled her eyes but complied, watching the two as they worked.

“It’s okay, (Name). Just you being here helps us enough!” Leorio stated, him and Kurapika pushing the gate in sync. It began to open, the guards watching on in shock.

“Damn it… it won’t move any further!” Leorio grunted.

(Name) turned her head at the sound of the ground shaking, seeing Gon had taken off his vest and sling. She moved to stop him, but paused when she saw determined look in his eye.

He strolled forward, placing his hands on the testing gate.

“Gon!”

“Why are you using your left arm?”

“It’s okay. My arm’s healed now.” The guards watched on in a mix of shock and excitement, (Name) cheering for them.

“Healed?” Kurapika questioned.

“Are you sure Gon?”

“Yep! Anyway, we have to push together, right?”

The two nodded. “Right, let’s push!”

“Let’s go!”

“One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

The three pushed, the sounds of their effort causing (Name) to anxiously rock on the heels of her shoes.

“You got this!”

“It’s opening…” Seaquant mumbled, Zebro chucking in response.

The door finally opened, Gon falling through onto the ground.

Kurapika and Leorio held the doors open, trying their best to control their breathing. “It opened.”

Kurapika and Leorio grinned. “YES!”

“We did it Gon!”

“Uh-huh!”

(Name) rushed in, helping Gon up as the doors closed, the two men leaning against the now closed gate to catch their breath.

“That was amazing! I can tell how hard you boys have been working!”

She pinched Gon’s cheek affectionately and helped the two to their feet

“Follow the path, and head for the mountain. The mansion should be somewhere up there. I’m ashamed to admit that even though I’ve worked here for twenty years, I’ve never been up the mountain. Sorry that I couldn’t be of any help.” Zebro said, watching over the group with kind eyes.

“No, that isn’t true. You’ve been a huge help. Thank you for everything!”

Gon gave a quick bow before sprinting off towards his group.

“Mmm, this is a different path than the one I took up the mountain, it’s much… nicer.”

(Name) skipped along the path, stopping every few minutes to admire the scenery. She wasn’t able to get out much, and Kukuroo Mountain was beautiful.

“There’s another path? Well if this one is easier we’ll take it.”

Leorio didn’t know that although the path was clearer and easier to traverse, it would be harder to get past. There was someone waiting for them, someone that would not let them by easily.

“Leave. You’re trespassing on private property. I cannot allow you to pass without permission.”

(Name) looked at the girl, immediately recognizing her as Canary. Canary blinked, smiling at (Name) politely.

“Miss (Name) is an exception of course.”

“We called ahead, and we came through the Testing Gate.” Gon began walking forward.

“The butlers did not give you permission to enter.”

“What do we need to do to get permission? I said I was Killua’s friend, but they wouldn’t put him on.”

“I wouldn’t know, because no one has ever received permission, besides Miss (Name).”

“Then we’ll have to trespass!”

“I suppose so. In any case, this is where I draw the line. If you take one step beyond this line, I’ll remove you by force.”

Canary pointed to (Name) then behind her. “Miss (Name), you are free to continue down this path if you’d like. You’ll reach the butlers quarters in no time.”

(Name) stiffened, shaking her head. “No, I won’t go without-“

“(Name).”

She stopped, turning to Gon. He gave her a smile and a thumbs up.

“It’s better if you go ahead. It might make it easier if we have an inside man.”

Kurapika nodded. “It’s better for you to be safe instead of staying with us. I don’t want our actions to get you in trouble.”

“But-“

“No buts!” They yelled in unison, causing the (h/c) haired girl to pout.

“Fine! Canary, don’t go to hard on them.”

She didn’t answer (Name), only a hint of a smile for her response.

—————

When (Name) reached the butlers quarters, Gotoh was waiting outside for her. “Miss (Name).” He greeted, waving her inside.

She spent the next few hours being scolded for helping the “intruders” and training her Ren. As the day passed by, she checked the windows constantly to see if her friends had made it yet.

“Master Killua is on his way.”

(Name)’s Ren faded immediately, the girl jumping up excitedly. “Really? Oh my gosh!”

Gotoh led her upstairs, where she was told to wait until Killua arrived.

She sat on a couch, staring at pile of… chocolate robots? Weird, she’d never seen something like that before.

“Miss (Name), Master Killua has arrived.”

“(Name)!”

Killua rushed into the room past Gotoh, tackling her into a hug. “Killua, you’re okay!”

She gave the boy a tight squeeze, patting his head gently. “I… I didn’t know if you were gonna be okay.” Killua said, his voice barely above a whisper.

(Name) looked over his face, frowning at the wounds that littered it. “I thought the same with you. What happened? Illumi told me you were being punished, but I was hoping it wouldn’t be so…”

“Brutal?”

“Yeah…”

Killua sat up, crossing his legs. “Well, I did stab my brother and mother, so I let them punish me a bit. But now that’s over, and I’m gonna see Gon again!”

(Name) smiled widely. “Yeah, I actually saw them earlier today. They’ve been working really hard to rescue you, ya know. You have some really good friends.”

He paused, sniffing the air. “(Name), what’s in that bag you’re holding?”

He pointed to the small cloth bag, tilting his head in confusion. “Oh, this? It’s for you!”

She handed him the bag, allowing him to tear it open. It was like watching a kid open a present on Christmas Day, his eyes lighting up when he laid eyes upon the chocolates and treats.

“I made you your own teddy bear and some baked goods! Happy Valentine’s Day!”

He immediately began munching on the chocolate, happily telling her how good it was. “Almost as good as my chocolate robots!”

He downed the treats quickly, turning to the aforementioned robots. (Name) remembered Illumi ordering several entrees during dinner, giggling. Him and Illumi were alike, in some ways.

“Gotoh is gonna tell us when Gon gets here, so we can just relax. What have you been doing?”

—————

After a lengthy explanation of what had happened during her stay, Killua nodded his head. “I don’t like it, but I agree with Illumi. Kalluto knows better than to use his full strength against a non-target.”

“Ugh, everyone keeps saying that.”

“Because it’s trueeee!”

They stuck their tongues out at each other. “Anyone ever tell you how annoying you are?”

Killua paused.

A memory surfaced to his mind, one of him and (Name).

flashback

“Killua, are you here?”

The young girl peered behind a tree, her voice tinged with worry. Usually the young assassin would be there by now, but he was uncharacteristically late.

She already worried enough about Illumi getting hurt during a mission, and now her heart was thumping painfully in her chest thinking about her young friend being hurt, if not killed.

Before she could think anymore, a dark shaped jumped out of the trees, screaming. (Name) yelped and fell, tumbling down the small hill and landing against a log.

“Oh no, (Name)!”

Killua had planned on spooking her, not killing her! He ran down the hill, watching as the girl sat up, groaning. He knelt beside her, apologizing as sincerely as he could.

“Ugh… has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?” She asked, ruffling his hair. The comment had no malice behind it, something Killua wasn’t used to. She wasn’t angry that he had caused her to get hurt, just a bit annoyed.

flashback end

“… yeah, someone told me once before.”

He stared at (Name), his catlike eyes taking in her face. She treated him like she always had, with a motherly touch and kind words. Had her memories returned, or was she this kind to every person she met?

(Name) leaned against her chair, huffing. “I swear, i only met Illumi a week ago but he acts like he gets to make all my decisions for me.”

Nope, she definitely didn’t remember. He was starting to feel bad for his older brother, if only a little bit.

The two chatted for a bit, Killua become more impatient by the minute.

“Geez, how long do we have to wait? Hey, Gotoh!” He opened up the door to a dark hallway throwing his voice into the dark.

“Anyone around?”

(Name) joined him, confused. “What’s going on?”

The two rushed down the stairs, opening the door to the living room to see their friends sat on a couch, being applauded by several butlers.

“Gotoh, is Gon here yet?”

“Killua, (Name)!”

“Oh, you’re here, Gon! Along with… Kurapika!”

“I’m just an afterthought?”

“Liorio!”

“It’s Leorio!”

The group laughed, (name) leaning against the back of the couch. “I can’t believe you came, what happend, your face is a wreck!” Killua teased.

“Yours isn’t any better!” Gon replied.

“Hey Gotoh, I told you to let me know as soon as they arrived. What were you doing?”

The butler bowed in Killua and (Name)’s direction. “Forgive me. I had them participate in a little game.”

“A game?” Killua asked, already suspicious.

“It was nothing more than a poor joke. I apologize for any aggravation. Did you enjoy yourselves?”

Leorio rubbed the back of his head, relieved. “That was some really good acting.”

“What, did they try something?” Killua questioned, his eye on Gon.

“No, they were entertaining us.”

“Really? Well anyway, let’s go somewhere else. Anywhere else, right now. If we stay here, my mom will give us all an earful!” Killua groaned out.

(Name) watched them from behind the couch, smiling. They noticed she wasn’t joining in on the conversation, Kurapika deciding to ask her about it.

“(Name), are you coming with us?”

She shook her head. “No, I have training to do. Illumi has been kind enough to allow me to stay until it’s completed.”

The four visibly deflated, Killua whining like a child.

“But!”

They perked up, looking to her with excited faces. “I’ll accompany you all to town. Let’s spend one last day together, until we have to go out separate ways!”

That seemed to be enough for them.

—————

(Name) returned home the next day, having made plans to meet the group September 1st in York New, the same time she was meeting her old friend.

She yawned, being escorted back to the manor by Canary. “Gon said you gave him a beating. He’s stubborn, isn’t he?”

Canary had a hint of a smile on her lips. “Yes, he is.”

The two walked in silence, Canary holding open the door for her as they entered the manor. It was nearing dinner time by the time she’d gotten back.

The group of five had done some shopping in town and eaten lunch together, wanting to spend as much time with each other until they were forced to part ways. Kurapika and Leorio would be going their own way, while Killua and Gon had decided to stick together.

Because Gon didn’t have a phone, Killua and (Name) exchanged numbers so they could stay in contact.

As (Name) changed out of her clothes and into a new dress for dinner, she heard several notifications on her phone.

Unknown: hey (Name), it’s killua. be careful, my family is crazy, and I think mom is a bit too interested in you

(Name) sighed. She already knew this, but appreciated his warning nonetheless. She set his contact as “Lil Guy”, giggling.

The next message was from her old friend.

Grumpy Pants: received gift, thank you

Her heart beat faster, a hand resting against her mouth. Her friend almost never thanked her, he must of really liked it!

The third message was from Illumi.

Illumi: I’ll be home later tonight. Don’t wait up.

She closed her phone. (Name) didn’t want to admit it, but she was a bit excited to see Illumi. She had just said goodby to her friends for at least 7 months, and could use his company.

She sent him back a quick message before running to dinner.

Strawberries: okay, be safe!! <3

——————

Illumi looked over (Name)’s message with a pang in his heart. Her kindness truly knew no bounds.

“It’s almost time, Illumi.”

Hisoka looked completely different, his extravagant appearance and voice altered by Illumi’s needles to make him look and sound average.

After all, it wouldn’t make sense for Hisoka to attack (Name). Illumi wanted to keep his business arrangement with Hisoka, and if he did after Hisoka attacked (Name) she would probably be upset.

“… alright. I’ll give you the signal when she returns to her room.”

He looked over her message, biting his lip. Was this really the right decision? He didn’t know, but Illumi was desperate for her to learn her weakness. The thought of her going out into the real world unaware of the dangers in it made him insane.

“… I’m sorry (Name), but I’m going to be breaking my promise tonight.”

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boomboxboi · 1 year ago

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Random Headcanons for the Gang. 🌟

Bruno Bucciarati

He drives like he’s in a race every time.

He is a literal speed demon.

And cannot cook.

He thinks he’s smooth and romantic af.

But he’s actually really embarrassing.

I don’t make the rules, sorry.

You thought he’d show up with a bouquet of roses?

No.

He brought cookies he made from scratch.

They’re oddly a little green.

Can smooth talk himself out of a ticket every time he’s pulled over.

Leone Abbacchio

Will 100% judge everyone as much as he judges himself.

Has played Pokémon once.

His starter was Bulbasaur.

Funky little frog plant?

Very cool.

Until someone told him it was Giorno’s favorite starter.

Now he hates Bulbasaur.

Man likes to wear funky pattern socks.

Knows every song in the Barbie Princess and the Pauper movie.

He can and will recite Preminger’s villain song.

How could he refuse?

Pannacotta Fugo

Has eternally bad luck.

It was bright outside and no cloud in sight?

Not when he goes outside.

It immediately starts to rain.

He likes the library.

Will always be the first to say, “The book is better”.

Toxic.

Oh you were enjoying something?

He’ll tell you why you shouldn’t enjoy that thing anymore.

Gets into fistfights in the Applebees parking lot.

Narancia Ghirga

Thinks clips of cats with human voice overs is peek humor.

Thief of Abbacchio’s funky socks.

Thief of one of Fugo’s books about why rocks are cool.

Thief of your heart.

Resident house thief.

You would think he could stomach Bruno’s cooking.

He cannot.

Mista spoils him.

Guido Mista

Actually very responsible.

10/10 will give the best hugs.

His room smells like cheese.

It may be because the Pistols hid cheese in there once.

He spoils Narancia.

Why?

Because he can.

Also he is a safe driver.

Cannot talk his way out of tickets.

But he can talk his way into seeing movies for free.

Lowkey will watch Barbie movies with Abbacchio.

Thinks the henchmen are peak comedy.

Giorno Giovanna

Bulbasaur is the best starter.

Doesn’t understand why Abbacchio hates him.

But he feeds into it.

Is chaotic.

People think he’s great.

But he is a literal thief.

He tried to steal from Narancia once, though.

Has a fish tank.

It is piranhas.

And a single snail.

Trish Una

Constantly wonders how her life ended up this way.

She likes to dance in the rain.

So quirky.

But don’t say that or she’ll stab you.

Can manhandle everyone in the Bucci Gang.

Don’t believe it?

Then just watch.

Also watches the Barbie movies.

They are relatable.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo part 5 #narancia ghirga #guido mista #leone abbacchio #bruno buccellati #pannacotta fugo #bruno bucciarati #giorno giovanna #jojo headcanons #princess and the pauper #I said so.

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neuvithesleyyaoi · 2 months ago

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erm intro post i guess

hi im cloud!! aka zakkunsra aka neuvithesleyyaoi,, ill tag all my posts with #neuvithesleyyaoi

um im agender masucline,, idk what im attracted to but i think im bi ?!?! labels are confusing. i use he/it/e (e,er,eirs) i am in a queer platonic relationship!!!!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!

art stuffs

commissions: closed

reposts: with credit and permission!

pfp/banners: fine without credit (would be nice though) just dont claim you made it!

art drawn for me (example: artfight): can repost anywhere,, its ur art im fine with it!! my ocs aren't private lol

edit (drawing over): please don't! unless i specifically ask for advice!!

edit (video edit): as long as there's credits! (and maybe tagging me 👀👀)

don't use my art for ai at all thanks

interests

splatoon, madness combat, pokémon, genshin impact, final fantasy 7, 15, 10, and maybe 14, cookie run (kingdom and ovenbreak), legend of zelda (mostly botw/totk, tp!), arcane

DNI

basic criteria, zionists, lolicons, shotacons, super toxic swifties (or any toxic stan), john doe - masochist fox fans, coffin of andy and lele, proshippers, darkshippers, cleriths, neuvifuri, zangeal, sefikura, people who make those shitty sexual pokemon jokes.. looking at you vaporeon "likers", THOSE straight genshin fans, ancient x beast shippers, faerie x beast,

ship list under cut! thanks for reading

FF7

zakkunsra, zakkura, cloti, cloche, valenwind, valenstrife

FF15

chocobros

Cookie Run

chocoroll, vampicorn, knightfae, ancientshipping, caramelbar, eternalburning/sugar&spice, peachcacao, mysticalsilence, wizardbrave, strawbright, starcapsacin, windflame, vampwere, muscleninja, ryechili, windclover, espressoliene or however u spell it, hollypitaya, knightprincess, cherrypancake, adventurerberry, parfait/lemonade/sparkling, lemonadewolf, wildchip, wildvelvet, almond/latte, almond/langue de chat, almond/cappuccino, almond/langue de chat/cappuccino, almond/roguefort, langue de chat/cappuccino, burntmozzerala, cherrykouign, sherbertcotton, werekumiho, peppermintsugar, seamoon, stormpearl, capsaicin/muscle, longan/royal margarine, rye/raisin, creme brulee/frilled jellyfish, lemon/dinosour, xylitol nova/stardust, dj/yoga, energy drink/string gummy, pizza/sandwich, marble bread/onyx cream, snow crystal/stardust, fire spirit/red bean, agent olive/almond, werewolf/redvelvet, gim/flat tofu/vagabond, cauliflower/coffee candy, prune juice/captain caviar, red bean/smore, ambergummy, astrosmore, millennial tree/elder faerie, potato/stardust, goldencamellia, camellia/cobalt, golden osmanthus/camellia/cobalt

Genshin Impact

neuvithesley, xiaother, venther, diluven, dainluc, kavetham, eimiko, sethoscara, diluscara, thorou, kokorou, baizli, zhonglette, wriozhonglette, ei/arlecchino, scara/kinich, xiaonich, emilie/arle, xiaothernich, scara/ayato, dehya/xilonen, diluc/neuvillette, neuvillette/dainsleif, sigewinne/qiqi, magicpixel, chirou

Pokémon

etherealartshipping, truerivalshipping

Splatoon

pearlina, polycut, shivrye, agent 24, gnarly eddy/cypher,

Vocaloid

gakukai

Ace Attorney

narumitsu

Honkai Star Rail

sunhill

Crossships!

baizhill (hsr/gi), aponia/sunday (hi3/hsr)

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forcebookish · 1 year ago

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it's just funny to me that people act like topmew is the absolute worst and liking them is some kind of sin when ALL (yes all) the couples are a toxic trainwreck waiting to happen 😭 like babes we are all in the same boat here. and despite all that topmew are still the most normal to me...they have a genuine relationship that developed from genuine feelings. they do couple things. they're the only ones that actually seem like they're in a real relationship. did top handle many situations horribly? yes absolutely but the fact that people still view the car scene as a classic case of cheating (despite everything we've seen) is just crazy to me.

ANON THAT'S WHAT'S SO WILD!!!!!! they're literally so vanilla???? they're ACTUALLY VANILLA. i know i've said it a million times but you're right! they ARE so normal!!!! they're literally just dating!!! they flirt, they go on dates, they talk about their feelings, and they don't ever pretend like they're something they're not. most of the time they speak directly and they're the only ones on the same page about the kind of relationship they want. (not that the haters see it that way, but, uh, they're wrong lol)

besides each of them lying about, what, two things respectively? the most "toxic" thing they have done is mew "trading" sex for top to quit drugs, and i've also said this before but in context that was literally just, if you're doing drugs, i don't want to be with you. if you stop doing drugs, i do. AFTER they'd already established a "rewards system" lol see: cookie scene (of note, i personally don't think that top meant sex when he asked for a reward; mew took it there because he also wanted to have sex jkdlfjsklg which mirrors the cookie scene even more since he literally just asked for mew to feed him, mew was the one who made it sexy.) (like he always does sigh who else fucking loved it when top called mew sexy? speaking truth.)

i mean, if people hated them for being vanilla i'd actually get it (ok i guess SOME people find them "boring," idk they're still HOT), but... it just seems to come back to BOSTON COERCING TOP INTO HAVING SEX BY DECEPTION. the only thing top did wrong in that situation was lie about the texts being from his dad and get in that car. everything else was boston's fault. he cornered top like he always has. and yet boston gets a free pass...? why is top held at such a higher standard than literally everyone else? ok i'm not going to get side-tracked by that, this answer is long enough already (I SAY BEFORE WRITING A WHOLE 'NOTHER PARAGRAPH).

one of the points of only friends is to show a spectrum of relationships - boyfriends, friends with benefits, bed friends - and each of them serve their own purpose and are pivotal to the plot and main theme of the series, how all kinds of friendships can be clouded by love and desire; that love isn't always good and healing, that it can be hurtful and complicated. the fact that the least complicated couple out of all of them is too much for some people to understand is troubling. idk how these people are walking around without brains in their heads.

anyway...

thank you for popping in to validating my feelings lol

#do you anons jump into my askbox knowing that i will write a million words because you must #anonymous #asked and answered #ofs liveblog

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iceemoondemon · 2 years ago

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"I made this for you Dr. Evilglaze!"

"T-That confection..? For me?" "Why of course! I wanted to make it up to you, so i made this sweet treat that i call Cupcake Bread, or... Cupcake Bun, hehe..." "Well... thank you, Rainbow Cloud Cookie..."

Before you ask.. NO THIS IS NOT SHIP ART! THEY'RE LITERALLY A PLATONIC FATHER/DAUGHTER RELATIONSHIP!

Anyways, i wanna spew out some lore before this happened.

BUCKLE UP! CAUSE HERE WE GO!

Rainbow Cloud Cookie and Dr. Evilglaze had their first fight in space, E-Glaze was defeated, and after that fight, Rainbow Cloud Cookie heard screaming from someone, she went to investigate where its coming from, it came from a ran down warehouse

TW: TOXIC FRIENDSHIP, TORTURE, AND SLIGHT GORE

Shredded Coconut was hurting Evilglaze, cutting him, stabbing him, and worse, electrocuting him , Shredded Coconut and Dr. Evilglaze's friendship was a broken branch of toxicity , Dr. Evilglaze suffered through the severe tortures Shredded Coconut Cookie inflicted on him , Dr. Evilglaze tried to escape, but he passed out on the sand, Rainbow Cloud Cookie felt sorry for him, and knew he had redeeming qualities, she helped him back to his home, and started tending to his wounds, Dr. Evilglaze woke up, and noticed Rainbow Cloud Cookie, his first words said to her..

"You… you saved me…?"

BONUS: Heres the VHS version

Hope y'all like it ^^

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adultswim2021 · 2 years ago

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Xavier: Renegade Angel #7: “Bloodcorn” | December 17, 2007 - 12:00AM | S01E07

Xavier sees an ad for a popular mass-produced cookie which is advertising cookie-tampon combos. Xavier takes the ad’s claim that there was a “mix-up” at the factory, at face value, and becomes overly concerned. He travels there and when he realizes how much pollution comes out of the plant he plugs up a drainage pipe. Toxic sludge backs up into the factory and causes the plant to close.

Xavier decides to help one of the now jobless workers by going to his farm to perform various dances (a rain dance, which he forgets, a memory dance, which he also forgets, and an irony-neutralizing dance that only works if it’s raining). Fed up, the farmer shoots into the air at god. Blood pours from the sky, which invigorates his crops but turns them into monsters. Xavier saves the day by launching copious cookie tampons into the sky, plugging up the blood rain.

This one is only hampered by the fact that two episodes ago we had blood Indians and blood cowboys fighting in a similar blood-meets-soil vein. It’s no big deal, really. Both episodes are very strong. It really only makes things confusing in conversation if you were trying to recall which episodes were which. It’s a shallow complaint. For my roommate and myself this was appointment television for us, and I still remember the parts where we laughed hardest. Xavier’s panic when the ad’s “mix-up” claim happens had us in hysterics. I’m not sure if the “mix-up at the factory” trope has aged any since this episode aired. Just in case it has: please know it was a thing. Um... look it up!!!!

There’s another moment that’s notable for perhaps requiring additional context: a sequence where Adult Swim style text supposedly replaces a dream sequence that is too mind-blowing to render. It looks a little bit like the Adult Swim bumpers of the era. The text looks rather large here, and I’m guessing that’s because I’m watching this on HBOMax. The show originally aired letterboxed in a 4:3 image, so I’m guessing the font size was effected by that in the conversion. NOTE: Nobody is allowed to make fun of me for typing the previous paragraph.

There is an early part where Xavier is watching “Darfur Doodles”, a presumably tasteless/wacky program starring malnourished war orphans. An announcer says “Darfur Doodle will be right black”, a joke that I love so much. It’s the kind of thing only a nihilistic POC could write and get away with. This is why we need more nihilistic POC writing comedy.

Another incredible joke that I think often: I didn’t even really remember that it was in this episode or scene: During one of the cookie ads, they are showing a montage of people giving various testimonials about the new product, and among them is just some dude in a red convertible saying “what do I care?” and driving off while flipping the bird (some of you know what I mean!!!!). So fucking funny. This another joke I can remember bustin’ up laughin’ at. Lookin’ glorious.

More jokes I liked, only because I’m in a mood to remember about jokes: “she’s 14” “nice and legal”. Also the part where the evil blood cloud uses a smokestack to blow cigarette-style smoke onto a bunch of people, causing them to become soot-covered, immediately causing them to be beaten by police officers. Also one last last thing: there is a brief bit where they use a small bit of footage of a dog-faced humanoid looking anguished. This is from the 1981 Clash of the Titans, and this clip was repeatedly over the course of Wonder Showzen, so much so that I almost consider this to be a cross-over.

MAIL BAG

Your Katrina/Soda Pop joke would have cost you your job if you were the Aflac Duck.

If I were the aflac duck I would’ve contracted terminal angel wing from eating all the popcorn and euthanized by the haven humane society (the same people who forced us to kill our dog for being too noisy)

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #xavier: renegade angel

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govindhtech · 3 months ago

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Cloud Security Command Center Efforts With Virtual Red Team

Google Cloud Security Command Center

The ways in which virtual red team technologies might identify critical security flaws before intruders do. Cloud-native application protection platforms (CNAPPs) are a useful tool used by cloud security teams to identify vulnerabilities and misconfigurations in multi-cloud settings. Where am I most at risk? is one of the two basic cloud security concerns that many of these solutions miss, despite the fact that they may find thousands of possible security vulnerabilities in huge cloud settings. and “Which matters should I give priority to?”

With its virtual red team capacity, Cloud Security Command Center can assist in providing answers to both queries. A crafty and determined attacker is simulated by the virtual red team. It finds vulnerabilities in cloud defenses that an external attacker may exploit by running millions of attack permutations against a digital twin model of an organization’s cloud environment.

Crucially, the virtual red team can identify attack pathways with toxic combinations specific to the cloud environment of each client. Groups of security flaws known as “toxic combinations” have the potential to open up a route for an attacker to get valuable cloud resources. These resources might be virtual machines (VMs) running mission-critical applications or databases containing sensitive client data.

Unlike the static, rules-based approach used by most CNAPPs, this simulation-based method of revealing cloud concerns is unique. Customers of Cloud Security Command Center may use it to identify previously unseen attack vectors with toxic combinations, enabling them to respond to cloud threats more successfully.

Toxic Combinations

The significance of toxic combinations

Thousands of resources may be found in cloud environments, and some of them can have security or compliance problems due to misconfigurations, software vulnerabilities that might be exploited, or just plain violations of company policies. But not every one of these problems carries the same amount of danger.

A virtual machines (VMs) in a development environment that is separated from the production environment is not the same as a VM configured with a public IP address that may access a storage bucket that has customer data and has a known vulnerability. The latter has to be addressed right now, while the former can wait.

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jamphibians · 1 year ago

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Light at the end of the tunnel.

(tw: suicide, death, heavy religious talk and imagery, toxic marriage)

The water crashed against the rocks of the river bank, the calm wind flowing through the air. It was warmer this time of the year, and the sun shone beautifully against the water.

Ah.

What a gorgeous day to die.

Zlomislic has been planning this for years now. It's overdue at this point. While it is a pity, such a young life lost, Zlom believes there's nothing left on this wretched earth for him. So, at only 18, he held his grandfather's gun in his scarred-up hands, the soft wind blowing through his grayish hair, one of the many things he hated about himself. Zlom never understood it, but his hair went gray when he was just a kid, and- along with his "eccentric-ness" he was bullied ruthlessly for it when he was young. He never even wanted to leave the house.

But, he supposes that's only one of the many reasons he's here today, one of the many curses god bestowed him with, but there is one thing: his gift. The gift of rebirth. It started when he was a youth, only 12.

"Momma, when can we go?" a young zlom asked his mother, gently tugging on her plaid dress suit blazer, "just a few more minutes, my little dragan," she cooed, booping zlom on the nose, earning a soft giggle from him. He ran off, glancing around the large church they stood in, his parents talking to their "church friends'' whom they keep saying they'll invite over for dinner, but he doesn't think that's happening anytime soon.

He walked around towards the altar, sneaking one of those yummy cookies. They said it was "the body of Christ," which is…a little gross to think about, but they were too good to wait til next Sunday to eat another. He looked up at the Jesus statue, hung up on the cross, soft tears coming from his eyes as blood dripped down his hands. Zlom knew Jesus was a miracle worker; sometimes, he wished he could fix his parents' marriage, but no matter how much he prayed, no one seemed to answer.

He heard the pastor discussing God's greatness and how we should all submit to him. He wants that, and he wants that praise, that validation. He used to get it all the time. He had a knack for invention. Though young, he started making little machines, projects that he now likes to call dumb, but it was advanced for his age. But he.." dried out" as he aged. He stopped being brilliant and needed the same praise his parents would give him with every invention.

He wanted to be as great as god.

"Zlom? Let's get going, bud," his father called from the door, to which zlom turned around and instantly ran after him. He was ready for church to be over as soon as it started. His mother rested her hand on the top of zloms back, guiding him down to the car, "... Margaret you really don't need to be a bitch to the pavic's" his father gritted, looking over to his wife, whose simply trying to get her son back home.

She gulped, glancing over at him. "..sun, I told you I don't want to argue in public," she mumbled, letting out a frustrated sigh. They fought a lot. It never got physical, but it was usually after church when they fought, which never seemed "holy" to zlom. They got to the car as rain started forming in the clouds, the sky turning dark. Zlom got in the back seat, resting his head against the side of the window, letting out a soft sigh, "aww..are you tired, my dragan?" his mother asked, reaching around and patting his knee, "mhm.." he hummed, closing his eyes.

He dozed off Without realizing it, his eyelids feeling heavy on his eyes as he slowly closed them. The drive wasn't too long, only about 20 minutes, but after 3 hours of watching people erratically praise the lord, zlom usually instantly falls asleep. The soft hum of the engine and rumbling of the tires going over the stone roads is like a lullaby to him. He was woken up, what seemed like almost instantly after he fell asleep, by his dad opening the door to him, "C'mon, buddy, you can nap more in the house.." he let out a soft chuckle, unbuckling the seat belt.

"Yeah, yeah.." zlom responded groggily, getting out of the car. He yawned as he watched his parents enter the house. Rubbing his tired eyes, he heard a soft coo, one of a dove, but it sounded..hurt. He looked around on the pavement of their driveway before his eyes got redirected to the yard, landing on a dove that had fallen out of their large tree. Blood surrounds it in the grass. Zlom gasped, his eyes widening at the sight. His first instinct was to leave it, a circle of life, but…then he got an idea.

He could heal it, just like god.

He swooped the dove up into his arms, the blood getting on his nice church dress shirt. He was not going to hear the last of this from his mom. He went into the house, hearing his parents mindless arguing in the kitchen. Zlom snuck past them expertly, going to his "lab" in the basement. They decided to let him do his projects in the basement since it was so noisy when he did them in his bedroom. He would keep his parents up by the sounds of drills and hammers. Zlom held the dove to his chest, his heart. His mother used to do that, cuddle him, and keep him against her chest. It was comforting to him. And he didn't know if he could help this dove so he could try to soothe it at least a little.

He used his forearm to swipe all unused nails and bolts away on his desk before laying the dove down, his hands and arms already stained red from the bird's blood. He looked down at the mangled animal, his hands shaking as he picked up a small knife that sat on his desk, one his grandfather had given him for protection when they visited Jeju.

He held the dove's wings open, pinning it to the table. Before he made an incision down the middle of the chest, the bird let out a pained coo before it finally gave in, letting out its final breath. Zlom did the opposite of what he wanted. He killed the bird instead of saving it. In a state of panic, he sliced the knife down right where the neck and head met, effectively decapitating the already-maimed bird. He dropped his knife, letting out a gasp, his eyes widening. He only wanted to help, but he made it worse.

He felt tears brimming in the corner of his eyes, his hands shaking. Before he gave himself time to think, he ran to a desk. He opened the drawer, pulling out a needle and thread, one he usually used to make toys for the church kids, something his parents forced him to do after they ruined their reputation in the holy building. He quickly threaded it, not knowing what to do or if he was just making everything worse. He picked up the limp body of the dove, the white feathers dyed crimson with blood. He shakily sewed up the slice down the chest cavity before sewing the head back on, albeit messily.

And, of course, nothing happened. Why would it? Zlom was just a freak who liked to torture birds. Oh, he was going to hell. He put his hands on his cheeks, covering his eyes with his fingertips. Maybe if he can't see it, it never happened. He walked until his back hit the wall, his face wet with tears and blood. He slowly sank to the floor. What was he supposed to do? He had a mangled bird corpse on his desk, his shirt and hands covered in blood. Thoughts raced through his mind before he heard it.

A soft coo came from his desk before the sound of something flapping its wings.

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underoossss · 2 years ago

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you’re sunshine - s.h

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of family issues (mom issues), hurt/comfort. No spoilers.

word count: 2k

an: this touches on something i deal with but i also know others do too. so, to everyone who’s dealing with a toxic parent(s) or toxic family life, this is for you. don’t let anyone turn off your sunshine, we are all sunshine, even when a cloud hides it for a while, we’ll remain there after it passes. you’re not alone.

Masterlist

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The cold evening is quiet outside Steve Harrington’s kitchen’s window. Inside it’s warm and filled with soft music and spice-scented air. He invited you over for dinner –which you cooked together– and your favourite ice cream, all of it mumbled in between kisses that morning. The food had taken a while to make but neither of you minded, too absorbed in the domesticity of it all to care. It was all conversation, stolen kisses, since your boyfriend was Steve Harrington, lots of flirting too. The empty plates sit on the table, as well as two ceramic bowls where the cookie dough ice cream had been served. A soothing tranquility blankets the kitchen as you tell Steve about a coworker’s anecdote; until you see the time displayed on the microwave and suggest doing the dishes.

“I’ll wash 'em, you dry them.” Steve stands up from the kitchen table, bringing some plates over to the sink with him. His eyes catch on the red and white cookbook you brought with you that afternoon. He moves closer to where it rests on the counter, the recipe you cooked earlier still on display. “This cookbook’s new right?”

“Yeah, I got it with Robin at the thrift store the other day.” You tell him, grabbing the plate from the kitchen table. “At first I was only going to buy it because of the pretty cover but it turns out––”

Your foot catches on the edge of the rug under the table and you trip. The plate slips from your hand and lands loudly on the floor, porcelain breaking in several pieces. You catch yourself on a chair to avoid falling, but your eyes remain trained on the broken plate. Oh no. “Steve I’m so––”

“Hey,” Steve starts to say, his voice sounds concerned as he approaches you but your heart is beating loudly in your chest. It’s erratic beat drowning out all other sounds. You’re never careful, your brain supplies. You should have seen where you were going! Why are you always making such a mess?

You flinch when Steve tries to get close to you and it makes him pause. His hand hovers where it was going to reach for yours. “I’m so sorry.” You look up at him, your eyes glazed over by a few tears. “I should have watched my step, it’s my fault. Your mom is going to be so mad, because of me. Shit. I’m sorry, Stevie, let me clean it up.”

Steve says your name softly, his eyebrows are furrowed in confusion. “It’s only a plate, I’ll clean it up. You don’t have to be sorry.” The second time he reaches for you, you don’t flinch. It eases his mind but only marginally. You accept his outstretched hand and the kiss he places on your knuckles.

How was he so calm about this? Now the kitchen plates will be incomplete, and you doubt he will find the same one to replace it. You glance at the rug. You should have seen it. You should have been more careful.

“Babe, come on talk to me.” It is when Steve dips his head to look into your eyes that you realize, he had been saying something to you. “What’s going on?”

A knot forms in your throat at the soft gaze that meet yours –it’s understanding, kind, patient. It overwhelms you. A tear escapes your eye when you squeeze your eyes shut. He wipes it away before you speak up. “It’s nothing, let’s clean up this mess.”

“It not nothing, you’re shaking.” Steve shakes his head, his brown eyes are pools of worry. He’s never seen you like this, so scared.

You look at your other hand, the one he isn’t holding, and see the tremble of your fingers. Traitors. You shake your head, you never wanted to talk about this. It felt like complaining and you had to be strong right? Get over it, move on, and all that. But then again… this is Steve. The one that owned your heart so completely even with only a few months of dating. He won’t think you’re complaining, will he?

“I forgot I wasn’t in my house for a moment.” Your voice comes out rough, so you clear your throat and look anywhere but him. “If this had happened there… my mom would have yelled my ears off. She would have made remarks on all my flaws because of what happened.”

“What?” Steve’s heart stalls for a second, and he blinks, processing what you told him. Now that he thinks of it he hasn’t heard you talk much of your family life. And he’d only met your parents fleetingly one day. “But it’s just a plate?” He hates that he phrased it like a question but he’s trying to come to terms that your mother yells at you; so much that you visibly flinched away from him minutes ago.

“To mom it’s failure. Failure to notice things, to be careful, to be great.” You shake your head, and another treacherous tear escapes. Your shoulders hunch as you lean against the counter, like talking about it exhausts you as much as living in your house does. “She yells, so much. For a moment I thought you would too.”

“I wasn’t going to.” Steve shakes his head, pulling on the hand he was holding and stepping closer to you. His arms envelop you whole, cocooning you from the rest of the world. “I would never.”

“I know Stevie.” You hide your face on his neck, and you let the scent of his sweatshirt and cologne soothe you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about any of this. It’s okay though, I’m okay. It’s just yelling.” Right?

“Don’t apologize. I’m just glad I know now. ” The muscles in his neck move as he shakes his head. “It doesn’t look like it’s just yelling, not when you’re like this.” Steve doesn’t consider himself that smart, but he knows what you’re experiencing is basically verbal abuse.

“I’m so tired.” You mumble against his skin, relaxing against the warmth of his body heat. “Of all the shit going on in that house and pretending that it doesn’t affect me.”

“You don’t have to pretend with me.” Steve pulls back to look at your face. “You can call me, and I’ll get you out of there. We’ll drive around and I don’t know– talk about it or not until you feel better. Any day, any hour babe.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling your tears gathering behind your eyes. After hiding what you were going through for so long, hearing Steve offer you whatever help he can provide makes your emotions boil over. Crying messes up with your face, you’d read in a magazine, if it’s true then you’ll be a grandma by the time you move out of your house. Unless Steve means what he’s offering. No, you can’t burden him like that.

“I didn’t want to trouble you, that’s why I never told you.” You say through tears, turning away from him. Your hands cover your face. “I’m such a mess, Stevie, what did you get yourself into.”

“Baby.” Steve starts, his voice is gentle but hurt by your words. He is careful not to startle you with his hands as he presses his chest to your back. His chin falls on your shoulder, his forearms are a steady press against your tummy, you can feel his breath on your skin. “Don’t talk like that, you could never trouble me, ok? Don’t you see, I would do anything for you because I love you. You’re not a mess, you’re the most perfect part of my life and I’m damn lucky to have you.”

His hands move to your hips, nudging you lightly so you can face him. “Turn around, please? I want to look at your pretty face.”

You shake your head, but you turn around anyways. “Not so pretty now.”

“It’s always pretty. You’re sunshine, baby, even when you’re crying.” He smiles, wiping at your wet cheeks with his thumbs. His forehead falls to yours. “I meant what I said, let me help in whatever way I can.”

Your face warms up at his words, and you meet his eyes, letting him see you at your most vulnerable and knowing that he won’t back away. It makes you smile, the way his eyes caress your face with the adoring way they look at every detail. Steve smiles in triumph. “Okay.” You say after a bit, voice merely a whisper. “Okay, baby.”

“Look at that smile.” He whispers back, brushing his nose against yours. “’fucking beautiful.”

You chuckle placing your hands on his shoulders. “Thank you, Steve.”

He swallows and nods, “You’ll call me, yeah? I’ll be there, I’ll fly if I have to.”

When you nod your head –heart soaring and in disbelief at his concern and love for you– Steve leans closer, and you don’t hesitate to press your lips to his. His arms circle you completely, like a shield from everything else, and you melt into him. You feel safe, loved, treasured even, and both relief and happiness flood your body at once. This is not what you expected when you told him and you’re more than happy to having been wrong.

“I’ll clean this up and then we can watch a movie or something. Or I can just kiss you some more.” Steve says when you part. His arms squeeze you one last time before he goes to find the broom and dustpan to sweep the broken porcelain pieces. “Sit tight baby, I’ve got you.”

Something lifts from your shoulders in that moment –as if with those three words Steve took half of what you’ve carried alone and put it on his shoulders. You relax as you lean against the counter, your eyes heavy from all the crying but your chest bubbling with something resembling hope. Hope that they won’t cry as often anymore. That things will be okay. That there will be sunshine.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington hurt/comfort

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bluerskiees · 2 years ago

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SILENT DEMON 🖤

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｡ ˳ْ 𓋼𓍊 Synopsis: Sanzu aka your new neighbour just seem too good to be true. Finding comfort in him, you run to him whenever you face any problems in life and it magically dissappears. Got someone bullying you? Dont worry, you just got the news of him moving somewhere else for some personal matter. Ofc sanzu didn't kill him and his family and had it covered by ran and rindo. But— what how do you think he reacts when you introduce him to your new boyfriend, the one whom you've been crushing on for a few years ?

Tw: Yandere behaviour, Toxic Sanzu, Kidnapping, Murder, Typical bonten shenanigans, Mentions of drugs and alcohol.

@sleeplessreader @missanonymous1999 @who-dezz @trashmemebitch @reiayanamislover @icecold-dreamland

She was adorable, so naive and so fucking innocent. She was everything he wasn't. He hated it, he hated he innocence, he wanted to ruin her innocence shreds by shreds until she is no longer innocent.

It all started that day, the start of spring. He remembers it just as if it was yesterday. Ofc he does, who could forget it? Seeing an angel moving just a block away.

Maybe it was the way she smiles, Maybe it was the way she talks, so sweet and polite, Maybe it was the her naive and innocent self, Maybe it was the way she didn't judge him, and called herself his new bestfriend. Sanzu doesn't know. But something about her sparked an interest in his heart, Slowly taking control over him piece by piece until his mind is filled with y/n and only her.

Sanzu was busy with work afterall being bonten's #2 wasn't easy, when suddenly he heard the doorbell ring, he was confused, he wasn't expecting visitors now. I mean who would willingly walk inside a death trap? The Haitani's went out to a mission thought, maybe they got hurt? He went outside to check who it was. He looked through the peephole just for his jaw to drop, there you were, innocent clutching the small bag in your hands, biting your lips, eyes shifting everywhere second to second indicating your nervousness. He finally opened the door after staring at you for almost a minute. He regretted it, he wasn't prepared to face an angel this close, it was Intoxicating, your smell, it was Intoxicating, YOU were Intoxicating. Wayyyy more than any of his drugs. You made him feel as if he was in cloud 9. He wanted to keep you all to himself. The world doesn't deserve your beauty. He thought to himself

"U-umm I'm Hayami y/n, your new neighbour, pleased to meet you and oh- have these cookies, I baked them myself ^^"

[ HAYAMI - A Rare Beauty ]

Hayami. Hayami. Hayami, that's what rang inside his head for the next few hours. "Such a precious baby, makes me wanna fucking protect her" he said to himself as he slept soundly dreaming of ways to make you his.

The next day, Sanzu couldn't help but offer you some of his strawberry cheesecakes as a thank you for yesterday's cookies, and his heart thumped wayy too hard when your fingers accidentally brushed the tip of his while getting the bag from him.

Things started off pretty normal, he was the funny, comfortable neighbour. He would make time for you no matter how busy he was. The love he had for you grown wayyy more than he expected it to. In no time, it turned into an obsession, he couldn't stand her eyes on someone that isn't him. He would purposefully hire goons to bully you in the streets just so you could run into his arms crying about how scared you were. But sanzu being the psychopath he is, enjoyed it. The way your tears ran across your face, your mascara flowing down your face. He couldn't help but let his sick brain get the best of him. But he doesn't show tou this part of him. Afterall, wouldn't wanna scare his pretty angel away, would we?

As much as he loves seeing you cry, he only enjoyed it if HE makes you cry. If anyone else makes u cry, consider them dead <3. Unfortunately a guy from your class learnt it the hard way. One day you came crying to him and he was absolutely confused because he didn't hire anyone to make you cry. He made you sit om his lap and explain everything to him. It was awkward at first bit you went on rambling about how they guy stole your money. Sanzu saw how hard you worked the past month and this made his blood boil. He made you some foods and after making sure you're sound asleep, he went into another room to call Ran and Rindo, 2 men just as sadistic as him. Even though they teased him about how much he's simping over a girl, they got the work done in less than an hour :)

He was mentally laughing when u told him about how the guy got transferred somewhere else. Even though you found it a bit suspicious, you brushed it off.

He loved the fact that you He was the one who you loved them most. He was planning on asking you out until you said something that made him mad.

"Haruuuuuu, meet Akito Hayashida, my boyfriend ^^"

"What? Boyfriend?"

"Mhmmm, I've been crushing on him for the last 4 years and turns out he likes me too, isn't that great?"

Sanzu couldn't help but glare at the poor young man. If looks could kill, your boyfriend would be 6 feet under by now

"Uhhh- heyy nice to finally meet you, Y/n talks about you a lot y'know?"

As much as sanzu hated this new guy, what he said just now made his heart flutter. He was sure now. That you were just trying to make him jealous. No way you would like someone else right? Someone so pathetic as him. Haha yeah no way . You're just making him jealous.

A week into your relationship, you got a text from your bf. You opened to read it happily but what u saw broke your heart

It was a picture of hm kissing another girl, how dare he?

*insert picture*

"Hey just so you know, you were a bet for me"

"I do not like you"

"Let this be our official breakup y/n-chan"

"The girl you saw in the picture is my new girlfriend"

"She's a lot better than you right?"

And just like the naive puppy you are, you ran into Sanzu's arms crying for the nth time. You told him that you would never date anyone again :( . It was already late by now and you decided to go home when someone hit your head with something, making you faint.

When you woke up, Your body ached. Looking around you saw your hands and legs tied, a cloth over your mouth preventing from shouting for help. You cried, not knowing what to do, where you were and literally anything about the present situation .

"Shushhh darling, do u do anything other than crying hmm?" The voice— It was familiar. NO. It couldn't be him right? Sanzu would never do this would he ?

The hope you had fainted away when you saw sanzu flashing his psychotic smile towards you saying how much he missed you. You wanted to run. You told him to remove the ropes and all u got in return was his maniacal laugh along with him saying that you're such a naive little girl, perfect for him.

He tells you that he kidnapped you and you are now in one of his secret villas, the one which so many police officers couldn't find. He made sure to add more security cameras just in case u tried to run away from him.

He tried to feed you but all you did was turn your head away, fighting the urge to cry for the nth time. You hated yourself. You hated the way you still think he will let you free, that this is all a huge joke. But it was obvious now, he wasn't planning to let you go anywhere away from him.

"Ugh, can you just shut up and the damn food? I ain't free all day y'know?"

"Well, who asked you to feed me ? No one did. I hope that answers your question. "

You thought you were finally standing up for yourself and felt pretty proud of it until sanzu grabbed a fistful of your hair.

"Listen here sweetheart, you are mine. Whether you like it or now. You gotta accept it" He practically growled into your ears.

He fed you forcefully and exited the room.

TIMESKIP <3

Sanzu was out. You know what it means, there's no one home except you. You wanted to use this as a chance to run out of the place that held you hostage for the last 3 months. After exiting the house, you realized it was in the middle of the forest. The extents he went to keep you to himself, away from the whole world scared you so much. After running through the forest for about 10 minutes, You saw the devil himself, aka sanzu talking to someone in the distance all you could hear was 'Yes boss' and 'Will do boss'. You didn't want to get caught so you walked backwards as silent as you can but unfortunately for you, you stepped on a twig causing it to let out a sound when it broke. You were horrified. You could see sanzu taking out his gun and turning around to shoot the 'spy' . But he saw you. Wait— he saw YOU? His eyes widened a bit before clenching his jaws running towards you. You didn't want to stand still no more and ran faster, faster than you did your whole life. Along the way, you saw a gentleman. Probably in his early 30's. You stopped him and told him the situation and he quickly shielded you behind his broad back. "You're safe now pretty girl, and that fucker couldn't hurt you now" . You saw him takin You were safe. You were finally safe. That monster couldn't hurt you no more— or so you thought. You saw him coming towards you and finally stopping with a confused face. The man protecting you earlier dropped his arm too. What was going on?

Turns out your 'SAVIOUR' was Ran Haitani, an executive in the same company sanzu works for. The man who once protected you threw one of hus arm over your shoulders the other one clutching his stomach laughing a bit too hard :/

Samz just rolled his eyes and took you away from his grip muttering, "Back off Haitani, she's mine". Thats when it hit you — you can't run away from him. He would get you either way. By hook or by crook. You knew sanzu would win either ways. So you finally bowed to him. Giving yourself to him, Apologizing for running away from your home without his knowledge.

Ran was pretty shocked/sad to see this while sanzu was enjoying it. He wanted to break you piece by piece and that's what was happening. You realized that you belong to him, your body, mind and soul, EVERYTHING. Even though sanzu was mad at you, he let it slide. Just this once, you knew he would punish you hard if u did the same thing again. Even though you didn't know what his punishment was, you still agreed. Not because you trusted him, but because you had no other chance. He would find you even if you hid in a small corner of the world <3

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bucky-munson · 2 years ago

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What's Hidden in the Shadows | 2

Summary: Bullies are everywhere. They manifest as a group of jocks at school who think you're fat and want to make sure you know. Sometimes they even manifest as your own father. But can they manifest as the love of your life? No probably not.

Words: 1.6k

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Plus Sized!GN!Reader ; Surprise X Plus Sized!GN!Reader later on ;)

Warnings: Bullying, fat-shaming, abuse, blood, swearing and toxic mean ass Billy of course

a.n: Thank you all for the love on part 1 oh my gosh. We're getting the crew all together in this one but still no spoilers on who the other love interest is yet ;)

It had been days since the altercation at the locker with Billy, still you refused to let your guard down. Even when he was nowhere to be seen when the group circled you in the parking lot before school started.

“We heard about what happened, you think you can put your hands on him and there’d be no consequences?” One of the cookie cutter boys muttered, hands shoving you into another of the crowd.

“Yeah what kind of creepy shit did you say to him? Doesn’t even want to be near you now, he used to love beating the shit outta you,”

They took the silence from you as a quiet admission of guilt, tossing you between them for a quick moment before seeing a couple of approaching bodies.

“Hey! That’s enough!” A voice calls out, causing the boys to all step back away from you and focus on them. Soft hands grab around your arms and pull you to them, causing you to quickly recognize the gentle touch of Barb. She’s flanked by Nancy, Jonathan and Steve, the latter of who is almost nose to nose with the tallest of the group of jocks. You vaguely hear their conversation, one about the falling out of King Steve and the “new King” Billy, but there’s a fog clouding your thoughts as their words continue to repeat in your mind.

Doesn’t even wanna be near you now. What did that mean? Did your plea work? Does he feel bad?

“Christ, did they do that to you?”

The question breaks through to you and you look up to see the crowd dispersed and Nancy and Jonathan trying to check you out. You’d never even spoken to them but they must have heard of your troubles through Barb. Reaching up to where Nancy is gently touching your cheek, you feel the sting from the pressure on a relatively fresh bruise. A stunned silence washes over the group but you shuffle back quickly.

“Oh uh.. No, they didn’t.. I…” The words are a struggle to push out, trying to form a coherent lie to where they wouldn’t ask any more questions. “I couldn’t reach a book at the library yesterday and it fell,” you let out a soft chuckle but look between the four of them. Before they can continue their interrogation however, the bell rings, a blaring savior from the truth being exposed. Barb can only shrug as you quickly excuse yourself, mumbling about needing to get to your locker before class.

Classes provide a welcome distraction from the drama of the morning and you’re able to quietly make it through a few before you step into your English class, a pair of eyes finding yours intently. His presence hadn’t been missed, but there’s an almost unbearable firmness in Billy’s stare as you find your seat in the back of the classroom. He’d no doubtedly heard about this morning’s incident and was pissed that you had protectors from his planned beat down, right? You tried to focus on the essay being assigned, tapping a pencil against your thigh softly as Ms. O’Donell explained that the rest of the class could be used as time to start selecting topics and outlining. You flip to a clean page in your notebook to scribble the requirements written on the dusty board in the front of the room but a sudden call of your name breaks through the murmur that had fallen over the class.

“I know you can easily handle this essay so I was wondering if you’d be interested in assisting another student with theirs?” Ms. O’Donell says once you reach her desk. “I wouldn’t normally ask this of you but he really needs help and has shown an interest in passing.” The dread starts to creep back over your shoulders. Was it Billy? He wasn’t struggling was he–

“y/n, right? So what’s the verdict? Gonna help me crawl towards my diploma?”

The big brown eyes of one, Eddie Munson smile at you as he sticks his hand out. An awkward silence falls over the two of you as he awaits your answer but with a quick glance at Billy, who’s been intently watching you since you stood up, you take his hand and offer a soft smile in return.

“We’ll see what I can do.”

Eddie, you’ve come to find out, has already chosen his topic. No matter how you try to convince him to pick something a bit easier to write about.

“Fantasy literature IS easy to write about! There’s a bunch to choose from!” He emplores, going so far as to ensure he doesn’t have to go to the school library to pick an author. A part of you wants to question him, seeing as he’s the school dealer and even scares the basketball team, but there’s an earnest nature in his eyes that leads you to believe him.

“Fine, fine, then you’ll have no problem starting the outline at least?” You ask, hoping you wouldn’t have to hold his hand through the entire assignment, but with a quick glance over his notes, you can only shake your head. “Eddie, these are all over the place. You have to make a linear thought, and maybe not take up the whole page with doodles?”

“They’re relevant doodles!” He sighs, leaning back in his chair.

“Look at the freaks getting along, at least you found something you have in common,” Tommy scoffs from his seat a few feet away from you. You roll your eyes, getting ready to ignore him when Eddie simply looks over.

“At least we have something in common without mimicking every popular asshole who tolerates you.” Your eyes only widen in response, Tommy huffing as he puts his face back into his notebook. Before you can thank him for saying something, the bell rings again, excusing the class for lunch. It takes a moment to gather your stuff, everyone else shuffling out of the room in a hurry, but you eventually join the crowd in the hall and walk beside Eddie towards the cafeteria.

A soft hand grabs your arm and you look over to see Barb and Nancy worriedly trying to pull you to them and away from Eddie, but he only gives a knowing glance and waves his hand in defeat, scurrying further into the crowd.

“Why were you with him? Haven’t you heard who that is?” Nancy mutters softly, locking fingers with an approaching Jonathan.

“Who?”

“Eddie Munson,”

“Eh, he’s not so bad,” Jonathan retorts, earning an eyebrow raise from Nancy who shrugs off his response with a quick snort.

“Just cause you buy weed from him doesn’t make him a good guy.”

There’s a comfortable silence as you all shuffle through the line, grabbing plastic trays of whatever the school was passing off as food. Making your way to the table they always sat at, a few more seats were occupied than normal.

“I hope you don’t mind us sitting with you guys, I know Barb uses this as reading time but Steve really wanted to check up on you,” Nancy reassured, almost feeling your weariness at the new bodies. You knew there was no arguing with them so you simply nodded and took your seat at the end of the table beside Barb.

“There they are! No more people bothering you I hope,” Steve says with a sickeningly sweet smile, obviously turning up the charm to a new level.

“No, but then again they’d be stupid to try in class.. Getting home is the rough part,” You mumble, sticking a straw into the milk box sitting on your tray.

“Want me to accompany you then? I’ll walk with you, we have last period math together anyways,” he shrugs casually but Tommy’s words from before hit you.

“Look at the freaks getting along”

You couldn’t let anyone else get involved or hurt just because of you, so you simply shake your head. Steve glancing at you with raised eyebrows.

“Nah I’ll be fine, I’m sure you scared them off this morning anyways, it’s not everyday King Steve sticks up for a commoner,” the words leave your lips before you can stop them and suddenly there’s a notable tension over the table. “I’m sorry, I didn–”

“No, it’s okay. I know I was a bit of an asshole before and it was pretty uncalled for. But I’m getting better,” he says with a soft nod, looking down at his food as well. You let the silence hang in the air, unsure of anything to mend the situation as Nancy coughs softly and starts asking if anyone had decided on summer jobs this year or not. Letting the conversation continue without you, your mind wanders back to Billy. Silent thoughts of whether your words had gotten through to him or maybe he was just scared of your father like you were. A look up at the clock lets you get a headstart on making it out of the cafeteria and missing the crowd, so with a quick goodbye to everyone at the table you leave.

A small paper flits out of your locker when you open it and at first you’re content to leave it on the floor, sure it was just another attempt at bullying. But curiosity gets the best of you and you pick it up, unfolding the small scrap.

Use the back door, they’ll be waiting up front

A small shiver runs up your spine. It was almost like they had read your thoughts, but there was no way anyone could have known right? And even if they did, who knew which locker was yours? There was no time to try and muddle over the details as the crowd started dispersing into each of their classrooms, so you shove the paper into the front pocket of your jeans and grab the book you had been searching for, quickly darting into class as well.

It could be a trap, you remind yourself. The thought presents itself as you scribble down the answer to the third problem on your worksheet and you’re almost shocked that you didn’t think of it before. Would they do that? Take the time out to make you go a different direction just to circle you again? It seemed a little far fetched for the simple-minded jocks that you had been dealing with.

“Y/N? Answer to number 3 please?” The teacher calls out as your head pops up to look forward.

“Six point three,” you say nonchalant, earning a few soft whats from the other students as the teacher agrees and writes it on the board, beginning to explain the problem. Your mind continues to race with scenarios of who even knew which locker was the right one, but you simply shake your head and try to focus on the problems in front of you.

Here goes nothing…

You grip the strap of your bag, waiting patiently for the bell to ring as you seemingly seal your fate, choosing to heed the warning of the note and take the back exit. The thump of your heart is overwhelming to your ears, even overpowering the roar of the others ready to leave the school as well. You almost don’t hear the ring, too preoccupied with trying to calm your own trembling, but when everyone stands to leave you do too, taking a sharp right towards the heavy wooden doors of the back of the school.

It’s then you see it, the blue camaro sitting in the parking lot right in front of the path that leads from the back door.

A trap indeed.

#billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #barb holland #plus sized reader

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dreamerstreamer · 4 years ago

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Toxic Taste

Pairing: Dream / Clay x gn!reader

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] It's a perfect day for a picnic with your friends. Well, it seems like one until you suddenly fall very ill.

Warnings: very minor cursing

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: this was requested by @amintyworld! everyone just loves protective dream, don’t they? i had fun exploring this concept, and i hope you enjoy!

You hummed, fixing your hair in the mirror before giving yourself one last once over, nodding to yourself. Looks good. Just then, you heard the door swing open behind you, creaking with a quiet groan. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“Hey, are you ready to go?”

Whirling around, your hand quickly grabbed the woven basket on the table beside you as you flashed Clay a bright grin, bounding over to his side with a skip in your step. “I am, now.”

Without having to say another word, he lifted his arm toward you, and you looped yours through his, your fingers tightening around the basket handle. The two of you stepped outside together, locking the door behind you before making your way down the oak path. Above you, only a few clouds dotted the cerulean blue sky, drifting along the gentle spring breeze.

It really was a perfect day for a picnic.

Turning, you cast a curious glance over at Clay. “Are you excited to see what everyone brought?”

He bobbed his head, his lips quirking up into a wicked grin. “Yeah—I can’t wait to make fun of whatever George made.”

You frowned, shooting him an unimpressed look. “George is a good chef in his own right,” you chided.

His smile widened, reaching over to gently tap your nose. “Yeah, but you’re the best.” He patted your basket cover, his viridian gaze swirling with mirth. “They’re gonna love your cookies.”

You rolled your eyes at him, snorting, but he didn’t miss the way your lips twitched. “You just say that because you’re my boyfriend.”

He hummed. “Just because I’m biased doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

You raised your brows at him. “Oh? So you admit that you’re biased?”

Leaning over, he brushed his lips against yours in a peck, pulling back with a dazzling grin. “Of course,” he murmured in that soft tone that made your cheeks grow hot, “without a doubt.”

You swallowed, trying to calm your frantically beating heart. “You’re so cheesy,” you said, adopting a passive tone, “no more dilly-dallying, now. We have a picnic to get to.”

He sent you a crooked smile. “Okay, okay.” His eyes flashed. “I’ll race you.”

“Huh, wh—?”

Before you could even process what was happening, he had suddenly bolted, his arm leaving yours. Almost immediately, your body yearned for the warmth of his pressed against yours, and you found yourself stumbling after him.

“Wait, Clay!” you called after him, your basket bouncing beside you as you watched him crest over the grassy hill. “That’s not fair! Get back here!”

He only turned to shoot you a goofy grin, laughter bubbling on his lips as he disappeared from view, his hoodie fading to nothing more than a tiny speck of green among the swaying blades of grass. You couldn’t stop the laughter from spilling from your lips, bursting from your chest like fireworks.

“You are so dead when I catch up to you!”

He called back over the horizon. “If you ever!”

Your grin only grew wider.

Oh, he was so dead.

“Your bread sucks.”

You gasped, lightly smacking Clay’s chest. “Clay!” Whipping around, you sent George an earnest grin. “George, I think your bread is wonderful.”

Beside you, Tommy made a face, setting his slice down on his plate with a disgusted glance. “Nah, I agree with Big D. This bread is pretty shit.”

Now, it was Wilbur’s turn to gasp. “Tommy!”

Tommy’s brows knit together as he scowled. “What? I’m just telling the truth.”

George let out a long groan, his glasses threatening to slide off the crown of his head as he hung his face in his hands. “I am never baking, again.”

In an instant, Niki was on her feet, flailing her arms. “No, no, no! Don’t say that—baking can be a lot of fun!” She paused for a moment, then her eyes lit up. “I can teach you a new sourdough recipe, if you’d like!”

George lifted his head, blinking at her with wide, hopeful eyes. “You would?”

She nodded, a bright smile tugging at her lips. “Of course!”

Sapnap snorted, taking another bite of steak. “I can’t believe you have to learn from someone else how to make good bread.”

George groaned again, glowering at his supposed best friend. “Why is everyone ganging up on me, today?”

Clay was quick to butt in. “Haven’t you heard? It’s National Be Mean to George Day.”

Tubbo blinked, confusion clouding his features. “That’s not a real holi—” He paused, then gasped. “Oh, wait.” He grinned. “Never mind.”

George’s glare only intensified, and he sighed. “Niki, forget it.”

While Niki practically shriveled into a puddle, Wilbur spoke up, offering him a reassuring smile. “Well, I think your bread is delicious, George. Genuinely.”

George flashed him a thankful grin, adjusting the glasses on his head. “Thank you, Wilbur.”

Letting out another laugh, you leaned back against Clay’s side, his arm firmly wrapped around your waist as you snuggled against him. Your friends were always up to weird antics, and while you didn’t necessarily agree with their actions, you were willing to indulge in them, if only to see what would happen next. In front of you, you gingerly picked up the half-eaten fish skewer from your plate, lifting it to your lips as you took another bite. It was sweet, and vaguely tasted like saltwater, but you liked it. It was unique, in its own weird way.

You watched as Clay reached across the patterned blanket for the plate of cookies you had brought, gingerly picking one up. Glancing up at him, you opened your mouth. “Do you actually think George’s bread is bad?” you asked softly. “Or are you just trying to rile him up?”

He paused, the cookie halfway to his mouth, then shrugged, biting in. “It’s a bit of both. It isn’t half-bad, I guess.” He shot you a cheeky wink. “Yours is still better, though.”

You groaned, feeling your face grow warm. “Stop that.”

He tilted his head at you, a cocky grin spreading across his face as he chewed. “Stop what?” he said, leaning in close to you. “Being honest?”

You did your best to send him a glare, but you knew it was half-hearted at best. “Yes.”

His grin widened, his eyes glimmering with affectionate arrogance. “Never.”

As his eyes locked onto yours, you felt your glare melt away. With a small hum, he dipped his head to yours, pressing his mouth to yours with a smile. His tongue lapped at your lips, and you grinned back. He tasted like chocolate chips and sunshine. You pulled back with a quiet gasp, your cheeks burned with heat as his emerald eyes bore into yours, crinkling at the corners.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered for you and you alone.

Your heart swelled. “I love you, too.”

He stared at you for a moment longer, then pressed his forehead against yours, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Also,” he added, “you taste like fish.”

You sent him a horrified look before smacking his arm again, your heart flipping as he wheezed at your reaction. “S-Shut up!”

He only wheezed harder in response, and despite your embarrassment, you felt a smile tugging on your lips. That was the thing about Clay that got you every time—as much as he would tease you and make your heart go wild in your chest, you knew he meant every single thing he told you. He was just so sincere like that, and it made you want to sink straight into him.

God, you were so, so in love.

Just then, a howl pulled you away from your attack on Clay. You turned to see Quackity, his mouth agape as he pointed at Niki, a bewildered look plastered to her face. “Niki!” he screamed. “You brought cake?”

She blinked, stunned for only a moment before she smiled, nodding. “Yeah! It’s homemade and has vanilla frosting.”

Quackity immediately sank down to one knee, one hand outstretched toward her as he said dramatically, “Marry me.”

Niki’s smile didn’t falter for even a second. “No thanks.”

Quackity’s arm dropped, and he let out a whine. “Damn, you didn’t have to say it so quickly.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he sat down with a pout. “You could have at least pretended to think about it.”

You all burst into laughter, giggling as Niki simply set her cake down on the blanket next to George’s bread. Wilbur had brought three watermelons—how he carted them over by himself, you had no idea—while Tommy brought pork chops. Tubbo had also caught fish for the occasion while Sapnap packed steak. Meanwhile, Quackity had carried a sack of apples over to the picnic, but you had a feeling he may or may not have stolen them, since he didn’t exactly own an apple orchard of his own.

You opened your mouth to ask for a slice of Niki’s cake when you suddenly froze, a bolt of what felt like lightning tingling up your spine. Your head spun, and you could have sworn your vision darkened at the edges. An uneasy pit grew in your stomach, and you frowned. Why do I feel so... strange?

Pushing yourself forward slightly, you tried to sit up straight, only to feel your arms wobble before you crashed back into Clay’s side once more. In a flash, his arms were around you, holding you steady as his green eyes peered down at yours.

“Hey,” he said, his tone growing serious, “are you okay?” He wrinkled his brow. “You look a little off.”

You blinked, feeling your stomach churn with uneasiness. “I’m, um—I feel kind of sick.”

Without an ounce of hesitation, Clay was on his feet, stretching his arm out to you. “Here, let me help you up.”

You slipped your hand into his, doing your best to hang on tight as he tugged you upward. You expected to simply stand on your own two feet just as you would in any other situation, but the moment you were up, you suddenly felt your knees buckle beneath you, your legs going numb. You gasped as your feet went flying out under you, your fingers digging onto Clay’s palm.

“Clay—!”

With a whirl, his arms held you to his chest, your sides shaking. A rush of anxiety rolled through you, and you looked down, desperately trying to move your foot, only to find that you couldn’t. It remained as still as a rock, and you wanted to cry.

“[Y/N],” Clay breathed, his hand on your face as he supported your weight with his other arm, “what’s wrong?” His eyes desperately searched yours for any clue as to what was happening, but all you could manage was a broken, choked whisper.

“Clay, I—” You swallowed, your hands trembling around his arm while something stung at the back of your eyes. “I can’t move my legs.”

He froze, his voice dropping to a deadly low whisper. “You what?”

You shook your head, hanging onto him for dear life. The spinning had gotten worse now, and you felt sicker and sicker by the second. “I-I don’t know, I don’t feel good and something’s wrong and—Clay,” you breathed, tears welling up in your eyes, “I’m scared.” Your heart pounded in your chest, but for all the wrong reasons. “Am I going to die?”

His gaze hardened, filling with determination as his hold around you tightened. “No,” he said without even an inkling of doubt, “you’re not.”

Before you could react, he suddenly swung one arm beneath your numb legs, easily hoisting you up so that you were carefully pressed against his chest. You gasped as your friends’ eyes landed on you, their faces full of worry as your head lolled against Clay’s shoulder.

“Everyone,” he said, his voice booming across the field, “there’s something wrong with the food.” His eyes narrowed. “Don’t eat it.”

He turned his head, dipping his head toward George as he said, “George, I need you to get me as many regeneration potions and golden apples as you can, ASAP.”

George was on his feet as fast as he could, already turning on his heel. “I’m on it,” he shouted as he took off, already booking it down the hill.

Finally, Tubbo spoke up, asking the one question that had been on everyone’s mind. “Dream, what’s going on?”

Clay’s eyes darkened, and you could just barely feel his hands tighten around you while your vision swam.

“[Y/N]’s been poisoned.”

Wilbur gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth. “Oh my god.”

Sapnap whipped his head around, gazing at the once serene picnic blanket with sheer terror. “What the fu—”

Suddenly, your hand shot up to grip Clay’s collar, his eyes immediately darting to yours. You gasped, your head absolutely throbbing as your heart rammed against your rib cage all too quickly. You opened your mouth, your spit tasting like salt and ash.

“Clay, I—”

The words died in your mouth as the world went dark, enveloping you in cold darkness.

You awoke with a start, bolting upright as you gasped, the cool air flooding your aching lungs. Immediately, you felt your stomach churn in retaliation, and your skull practically screamed at you to lie back down again. Slamming a hand over your eye, you felt the spinning of your head slowly fade away. Disoriented and dizzy, the blurriness of your vision began to lift as you blinked, taking in the sight of the room around you.

You didn’t recognize the windowsill at your side or the mattress you were lying on. The closed door stared back at you as your gaze swept over it, almost as if it knew you were confused. Not even the sheets looked familiar.

Where... am I?

You swallowed, something sharp and uneasy prickling up your spine.

What happened?

Your eyelids fluttered shut, and you tried to recall the events that had led you up to this moment.

You remembered... cookies. And a picnic. Clay’s hand in yours. There was food, and laughter. Then suddenly, you were queasy. Sick. Something wasn’t right. Then... nothing.

You blanched. Did I pass out?

Just then, you heard the door click, the hinges swinging open with a creak. Your eyes flew open and your breath hitched in your throat, and you turned, your fingers curling tighter into the sheets. Your eyes went wide as Clay walked in, one hand on the handle and the other holding an apple. The moment his eyes met yours, he froze.

“Clay?” you whispered, your voice sounding hoarse.

The apple dropped to the ground.

In an instant, he was in front of you with his hands on your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. His emerald eyes bore straight into yours with an intensity that sent your heart reeling. The words flew from his mouth in a flurry, his gaze never leaving yours.

“How are you feeling? Can you hear me? Is everything feeling alrig—”

“Woah, woah,” you said, waving your hand to cue him to stop, “what happened?”

His fingers trembled against your cheeks, and you could have sworn his eyes flashed with something wet. “[Y/N], oh, I’m—” He swallowed, his neck bobbing as he sent you a grateful smile. “I’m just so glad that you’re here.”

His hands pulled away from your face as he stood upright once more, heading for the open door. “Here, I’ll be back in a second.”

You raised your hand toward him, opening your mouth to say something, but he was already gone, having disappeared down the hall in a flash. Blinking, you sat stunned and even more confused than before, left only to wait and hope for an explanation once he returned.

Hardly even two minutes passed before you heard the rumbling of footsteps racing toward the open door. You squeaked when a series of faces filled the room, their cheeks red and chests heaving as they caught their breath. Clay immediately shuffled back to your side, slipping into the space on the bed next to you before grabbing your hand, squeezing.

“[Y/N]!” Niki cried, her eyes filled with panic. “Are you okay?”

Beside her, Tubbo’s hands shook at his side. “We only just heard from Dream that you were awake.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it, your mind still hazy with everything that had just happened. Struggling to come up with an answer, you found yourself blurting the first words that came to mind. “How long has it been?”

You saw George shoot Sapnap a look, shrugging his shoulders before glancing back at you. “Uh, like, half a day.”

You shot forward, gaping. “Half a day?!”

Tommy flashed you a bright grin, leaning against Tubbo’s shoulder with a teasing look. “Yeah, you should have seen Dream run around! He spoon fed you regeneration potions and probably even read three whole fuckin’ libraries’ worth of books on poison antidotes while you wer—”

A hand suddenly smacked into Tommy’s skull, and he yelped. Behind him, Wilbur scowled. “Tommy!” he scolded. There was a soft giggle, then Wilbur whirled, his eyes narrowing. “And Quackity.” The giggles stopped. “Don’t think I didn’t see you laughing. This is serious.”

There was a slight pause. “Okay, but it is funn—”

“[Y/N],” Clay suddenly said, cutting Tommy off as his hand squeezed yours.

You blinked, trying to ignore how low his voice sounded right about now. “Y-Yeah?”

He cocked his head at you, gesturing to the sheets covering your lower half. “Can you move your legs?”

“Um...” Lifting an arm, you flung the sheets off of you, carefully shifting your leg back and forth. “Y-Yeah. I’m still feeling kind of funny, though.” You wrinkled your nose. “I’m not sure if I can stand, yet.”

He frowned, his eyebrows furrowing as he ran a hand through his hair. “Damn. I had a feeling this would happen, but I still wished it wouldn’t.”

Quackity took a step forward, his hand outstretched toward you. “Here, [Y/N], try—”

A snarl ripped itself out of Clay’s throat, and his shout echoed off the walls. “Don’t touch them!”

A tense silence immediately fell over the room, and Quackity back-pedalled, pulling his hand back as if he had burned it on hot coal. You watched as a pang of guilt shot across Clay’s face before he sighed. “Sorry, I mean—” He shook his head, lowering his head. “Fuck.”

Sapnap sent him a small smile, sincere and reassuring. “Hey, man,” he said softly, “it’s alright. We get it. You’re stressed. I’d react the same way if I was in your position.”

Clay raised his chin a little, his lips quirking. “Thanks, Sap.”

Wilbur suddenly spoke up, his eyes trained on you. “Dream, I think we still have some questions we should ask.”

Clay blinked, then nodded. “Right, thanks, Wilbur.” Clearing his throat, he turned to face you head on.” Do you still remember the picnic?” When you nodded, he continued. “Did anything out of the ordinary happen?”

You paused, then shook your head. “Not that I can remember. I woke up, packed up a basket, walked over to the field with you, ate with everyone, then...” You gestured vaguely. “Well, y’know.”

His gaze hardened. “What did you eat?”

You thought for a moment. “Um, I ate an apple, and I had two slices of George’s bread.” You paused again, furrowing your brows. Then, your eyes lit up. “Oh, and I also ate some of the fish.”

Clay stared at you. “Fish?” he parroted.

You bobbed your head, humming. “Yeah. That’s about as much as I remember.”

There was a brief moment of silence, and you could practically see the gears turning in Clay’s head. “Did anyone else here eat the fish?” he finally said after a while.

Your friends cast curious looks at one another before George raised his hand, shaking his head. “No.” He jutted his head toward you. “[Y/N] was the first and only person to, I believe.”

Clay pursed his lips. “Tubbo.”

Tubbo jumped, looking panicked and shaky as he stammered out, “Y-Yes, Dream?”

Clay narrowed his eyes. “Who exactly brought the fish?”

Tubbo gulped. “Uh, it, um, ah—” He inhaled sharply at the look on Clay’s face, then sighed. “I did, Dream.”

For a moment, it was quiet. Then, Clay sighed, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “Oh, it all makes sense now.”

Now, it was Tommy’s turn to speak, his expression clouded with confusion. “How the fuck does that make this make any more sense than it did before?”

Clay suddenly slipped his hand out of yours, your palm meeting nothing as he rose to his full height. You felt the air grow cold.

“Tubbo,” he said slowly, casually—almost too casually. A crooked, charming smile spread across his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “What kind of fish was it?”

Tubbo lowered his gaze to the ground. “Pufferfish,” he said in a tiny whisper.

Tommy stared. “Oh.” Understanding flickered across his face before being replaced by horror. “Oh.”

Clay took a step forward, the grin never leaving his face. “Tubbo—”

Your hand shot forward, grabbing onto his wrist before he could take another step. His arm was tense underneath your touch, but he stopped the moment your skin met his. “Clay,” you said quickly, your words rushed and hurried, “stop, please.”

He turned, looking back at you over his shoulder. You shook your head at him. “I’m sure it was an accident. Tubbo would never poison anyone deliberately, let alone me.”

You heard a soft hiccup, then Tubbo spoke. “I-I wouldn’t, I swear it! I just... I thought cooking pufferfish would make them less toxic for other people.”

Niki raised her hand, her face pleading as her eyes darted back and forth between Dream and Tubbo. “I can vouch for him, and not just because we’re friends. He might have built up his own tolerance for pufferfish poison, but I don’t think he realized just how bad it could turn out to be.”

Tubbo nodded frantically, looking smaller than ever as he finally lifted his head. “Seriously, Dream, I would never do it intentionally, I promise.” He turned to look at you, his sides shaking as your gaze met his.

“I’m sorry, [Y/N],” he whispered, honesty and desperation soaking into every syllable he spoke, “I really am.”

Your face softened immediately, and you could only hope he knew how sincere you were being. “I forgive you, Tubbo.” Your eyes flit to the man in front of you. “Do you, Clay?”

You couldn’t see his expression from where you were sitting, but the look of terror on Tubbo’s face said it all. “Yes,” he said, “but only because you do.”

Your grip around his wrist tightened. “Clay, I’m positive. Please, just let it be.” You tugged a little, and he turned, watching as you kicked your legs at him with a small smile. “I’m all better now, see?”

The coldness in his gaze finally seemed to melt, and he shook his head at you, his lips twitching. “Fine.” Walking back over to you, you tucked your legs back against you as he sat on the bed, levelling a glare at the crowd gathered in front of you. “Now everyone, get out.”

There was a whistle. “Jeez, aggressive mu—”

“Tommy,” Wilbur said again, already tugging at the blond’s collar as he tread toward the hall, “an angry Dream is not someone you want to mess with.”

Tommy glowered as everyone filed out of the room, his voice fading away as they disappeared outside. “Ugh, you are such a killjo—”

Sapnap sent you a friendly smile as his hand wrapped around the door handle. “I hope you feel better soon, [Y/N].”

You returned his grin with a grateful look. “Thanks, Sapnap.”

With one last wave, he pulled the door shut, leaving you alone with Clay. Shifting forward slightly, you swung your legs off the bed, nudging him with your side. “Clay?” you murmured, your eyes searching his face. It was at times like this he was easier to read.

With a sigh, he hung his head in his hands, the vein in his neck bulging out. “God, I know he means well, but I still kind of want to wring Tubbo’s neck, right now.”

You leaned against him, pressing your cheek to his bicep. “Clay, don’t say that.”

He lifted his head, growling. “I know, I know! It’s just—”

He bit his lip, then sighed again, his arm reaching up to pull you onto his lap. Shifting you around so that you were facing him, his leaned his forehead against yours, his hot breath tickling your skin.

“You don’t know how scared I was,” he whispered, sincere and true. “I never want to lose you. Ever.”

Heat crawled up your neck, and your head spun, but not for the same reasons as before. “C-Clay.”

His hand stroked along your back. “It’s the truth, y’know? I’d never lie to you, and I mean every word.” Leaning upward, he pressed his lips to your forehead as he spoke, the words shaking against your skin. “You mean more to me than you may ever know.”

You hummed, your heart blossoming in your chest. “Even if that’s the case,” you said, “you don’t need to be so upset, anymore.” You felt his lips leave your forehead, and you peered up at him through your lashes. “I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

You leaned back in his arms, reaching up to brush your fingertips over his freckles. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you watched him melt a little at the gesture. “Now,” you said, quiet yet firm, “promise me you won’t be mad at Tubbo the next time you see him.”

He blinked. “W-What?”

You pursed your lips. “Clay.”

He chuckled. “Alright, alright. I promise.” A sly grin slipped onto his face. “But only if...”

You raised a brow at him. “Only if...?”

You half-wanted to smack the stupid grin off his stupidly perfect face. “Only if you give me a kiss.”

You giggled, slipping your arms over his shoulder and around his neck. He always knew how to make you laugh, even at serious times like this. Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his in a sweet kiss. He still tasted like freshly squeezed lemonade, gleaming in the light of the sweet summer sun. You felt him smile against you, and you pulled away mirroring his expression.

“There,” you whispered, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Does that seal the deal?”

He hummed, tilting his head at you while mischief danced in his eyes. “Maybe you should do it again just to make sure.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but couldn’t stop the giddy smile from spreading across your face.

Your picnic may have been a disaster, but you wouldn’t mind ending your days wrapped in Clay’s arms more often.

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