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prettybubblesintheair · 10 months ago

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OMG OMG OMFG ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Mind and heart BLOWN AWAY.

First of all THE HARPIES YEEEEEEES TO THEM, I loveeeeee them soooo sooo soooo much after this update, they are girls girls and we know it. I love how they accept the reader, how they listen to her and how they help her, how the “leader” told her about Feyd being so protective of his little witch, SHE BASICALLY TOLD HER HE’S IN LOVE WITH HER 💗💗💗💗💗

Now Feyd being all worried about her whereabouts, being all possessive as he always is, super sexy if I do say so myself, I swear it makes me feel butterflies every time he grabs her, hugs her, touches her, he’s SO POSSESSIVE in the way he grabs her DAAAAAMN yes sir please and thank you ❤️‍🔥🫠🥵

He HUGGED her, like I SWEAR I SCREAMED, I just can’t with him, why is he so f perfect, sexy and HOT.

"Take you away from me. I clearly explained to her that this was not an option and never would be. You're mine. They gave you to me themselves."- SIIIIIIIIR yes I’m YOURS. Him being all sexy saying this while almost NAKED is a MOOD, I want that for me, it’s not fair he’s only fictional.

Feyd being all hurt and desperate about her almost dying and her being like it’s not a big problem hahahaha TO HIM IT IS honey. Seriously the patience he has for her is incredible.

Them sleeping together, cuddling, him being the big spoon, her grabbing his hand, GET MARRIED ALREADY YALL.

To her being all F* JEALOUS hahahaha YASS FINALLY, I loved that, loveeeeeeed seeing how jealous she was of Irulan and Feyd, how she even couldn’t comprehend why and what was she feeling.

I love and adore when characters denied their feelings but at the same time are super jealous about their special other and just lose their minds hahahaha

To the friend, I knew the moment he grabbed her he was already in trouble, oh no honey, no you don’t talk to the na-Barons little witch, poor him being tortured by Feyd but he was asking for it.

Also Fevas being the readers lover OMG obviously the na-Baron was not gonna take that lightly, honey do you know him at all.

He’s insane in the sexiest way ever, I truly adore him, always FERAL FOR FEYD.

To the reader seducing FEYD in the party, uuuughh be still my heart that entire scene in the balcony was so damn HOT and you said you had trouble writing smut, HONEY WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, that was ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

"Do you love him?"

“No. I love you. And it's ruining my life”

MY HEART, I’m gonna say this forever, the amount of butterflies this entire chapter gave me, the utter chaos inside me was UNBELIEVABLE, this has to be my favorite chapter so far, so much happened, so many feelings, so much sexiness, FEYD being his HOT self.

The Baron finally died at the hands of the harpies and the reader 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 what an spectacular death, we KNOW they did make him suffer for all the trauma he gave Feyd, also I loved that they collectively said that they were doing that for Feyd and for everything the Baron put him through. kisses to all my girls 💗💗💗💗💗 so proud of you.

To sexy times at the new BARON’s room, OMFG 🫠🥵❤️‍🔥 he calling her a brat for not being his good girl and not deserving a reward, the way I melted in that part.

I JUST LOVE AND ADORE YOUR FEYD SOOOOO MUCH 😭❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Her using the voice on him and Feyd being all you don’t need the voice I would literally do anything you want, LORD ITS ME AGAIN, I want him please.

The truth serum, I was like WHAT WHEN DID THAT HAPPENED, but bravo bc we and him now have a confirmation of her true feelings, I love how obsessed he is with her, how much he wants her, like you have a way with words that is chef kiss bc I feel his longing, his desperation for her, just WOOOOOOOOOW.

How can she not realized how important she is to him.

To the freaking ending; like I swear I was screaming COME ON, they never let them be all the way intimate, COULD YOU ALL PLEASE AND KINDLE F*off for a lil bit.

Seriously they need a sign at the door that says DO NOT DISTURB, BEING NAUGHTY AT THE MOMENT or something like that hahahahahah.

And the cliffhanger, HOWWWWW HOWWWWW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MY POOR HEART, HOOOOOW.

So Irulan kidnapped the reader, HOW IS FEYD GOING TO TAKE THAT, he is going to think she left, or maybe Irulan would try and tell him that she left or something like that, but I HOPE seeing that Feyd gave her the truth serum would know THAT SHE LOVES HIM AND THAT THERES SOMEONE INTERFERING with her, that she did not leave him bc she wanted.

Oh OH OH when he finds out HES GOING TO GO BALLISTIC on their asses hahahahahha 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

This chapter was filled with emotions, I was literally at the edge of my seat the entire time, absolutely 100 percent OBSESSED AND IN LOVE with these series, ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE world, plot, characters, EVERYTHING 💗💗💗💗💗💗

Thank you thank you for creating this amazing story, for taking the time and making this FANTASTIC WORLD and MAKING THE PERFECTLY IMPERFECT FEYD ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 he owns my heart, there i said it. Can’t wait for next chapter, for his reaction to the Baron’s death, TO HIS LOVER being taken from him.

I just know it’s gonna be a WILD RIDE and I’m all for it 👏🏻❤️‍🔥

I’m not gonna say sorry for the mini bible HAHAHHA but sorry for any grammatical mistakes 💗💗💗💗

All the love and good vibes your way Honey, I hope you have a fantastic week 🩷✨

Right Hand IV

Pairing: Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!exBeneGesserit! reader Summary: This is the first time you plan to do something completely behind Feyd's back. You must tread carefully with him to ensure that your plan is not exposed until it is fully implemented. However, you begin to have doubts about the role you want to play in Na-Baron Harkonnen's life… and you don't like it at all. Warning: 18+; violence; blood; Feyd Rautha; death; fight; brutality; smut; Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist

You return from the harpies as the sun begins to rise over Arrakis. It took you a little longer than you thought to come to terms with them, but to your surprise, they turned out to be very cooperative.

The first stage of your plan has begun. The easiest one. Now you have to deal with the next part of it.

You reach your bedroom and close the door quietly. You lean against it and sigh, allowing yourself to rest for a moment. Thoughts race through your head as you reconsider your plan.

Killing the baron and making it look like a Fremen kidnapping and execution would be child's play. It will be much worse to convince the emperor to protect his bloodline in the face of sudden tragic events. And what's a better solution to that than marrying his daughter to the new, young Baron of Giedi Prime?

Feyd would be, by this marriage, a sure successor to the emperor. He would also probably leave you alone and take care of his new wife. If you were lucky, he would make you governor of Arrakis.

A sharp knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. You almost fall over, being able to take only a few steps forward before the door almost flies off its hinges under the force of whoever opens it.

You take a deep breath, ready to scream at anyone who dared to invade your private space like that, but you freeze when you see Feyd-Rautha at your doorstep. Very pissed off, Feyd-Rautha.

"Where the hell were you?" He asks in a cool, controlled tone of voice. It is surprising considering he has the blood of probably hundreds of people on himself.

"Well, I guess I should be the one asking you about it. It's not every day that you're dripping with so much blood. What happened? Instead of entering the disinfection chamber, you fell into the prison drainage system?" You scoff at him and turn your back to him, taking off your black robe.

You gasp as he reaches your side in a few quick steps and turns you to face him, his hand tightening around your throat as he is looking at your eyes. Surprisingly, his hand doesn't cut off your air; he just keeps it wrapped around your throat, pressing his fingers against your pulse point. You wonder if this is a warning for you or if he's checking to see if you are real.

"Where. Have. You. Been?" He speaks hoarsely, not raising his voice at you but demanding an answer to his question, completely ignoring your mockery of him.

"With your harpies. Someone had to feed them. Ask them if you don't believe me." You answer confidently. If he's surprised or thinks you're lying, he doesn't show it. His eyes move from your face to your torso, more specifically to the place where you were bleeding profusely a few hours ago.

You shiver as he slides his hand down your throat, through the valley between your breasts, and down your stomach. He gently lifts the fabric of your nightgown and reveals the bandage on your side. He stares at it for a while in complete silence.

Suddenly, he takes a step towards you, pressing his body against yours. You feel the blood from his armour slowly seep into the fabric of your nightgown, but that's not what makes you suddenly hold your breath.

Feyd Rautha Harkonnen, Na-Baron, an heir to Giedi Prime and Arrakis, a psychopath, probably a future emperor, a man hungry for pain, suffering, and blood, rests his forehead against yours and holds you tightly to him, cuddling you. You are afraid to take even the smallest breath. You just stare stupidly at the man in front of you. His eyes close as he inhales your scent and basks in your warmth.

"What happened with you? You weren't with me when I woke up.” You whisper, keeping your gaze on him, examining every last inch of his face as you try to read the reason for his strange, soft behaviour.

"Did you want me to be there?" He asks in a whisper, still not opening his eyes. His closeness overwhelms you. His tender treatment makes you feel more vulnerable than when he held a dagger against your neck.

But what terrifies you more than that is that you really wanted to see him waiting by your bed for you to wake up—just like in those hopeless romances hidden in Giedi Prime's library. But you knew too well that your life would never be like one of these love stories. More like textbooks about the history of their family—a very bloody story full of intrigue.

"I didn't care one bit. What worries me is that you clearly had fun without me. Whose blood are you staining my clothes with?" He sighs at your question. He reluctantly pulls away from you and looks at you carefully. He places his hand on your bare shoulder and plays with your hair, twisting it around his finger.

"Fremen's. As soon as the medic assured me that you were in stable condition, I joined the units that started chasing them. We caught three sandworms and people on them." He reports to you dispassionately, with no emotion in his eyes. For a moment, you think he might be exhausted from the events of the day, but ever since you became his right hand, you never remember him showing any signs of tiredness.

"I see." You say, swallowing. Lately, his proximity has been giving you a strange feeling. It's been like this ever since he ordered you to kneel in front of him. You feel a faint blush rising to your cheeks as you remember that day. He hasn't touched you since then. Something you weren't extremely happy about.

"The Reverend Mother asked about you. The one from the Corrino." He says this and moves away from you. He slowly starts to remove his bloody armor. You look away from him as he removes his breastplate, revealing his muscular, pale chest.

His partial nudity almost makes you ignore what he said. And it annoys you that suddenly staring at his fit, well-built body seems more interesting to you than listening to the important message he's telling you. After all, that was what you were afraid of—that the Bene Gesserit would start looking at you more closely.

"What exactly did she want?" You ask, directing your gaze to your black nightrobe. As you suspected, the blood from his clothes soaked yours. You wrinkle your nose, realising you'll have to change.

"Take you away from me. I clearly explained to her that this was not an option and never would be. You're mine. They gave you to me themselves." You hold your breath as he's a few inches away from you again. Only a black loincloth around his hips covered his... intimate parts. He reaches for your cheek, tracing your cheekbones with his thumb. He pulls you towards him, pressing his body against yours again.

"Technically you took me yourself. And I never gave in to you." You remind him, watching him closely as he wraps his other arm around your waist, making sure you don't run away from him. Your heart beats faster as his fingers slip under your nightgown and trace the edges of the bandage wrapped around your waist.

"Irrelevant details." He growls, tangling his hand in your hair. He pulls you closer to him, making you rest your chin on his shoulder as he buries his face in your hair. "What happened? After you used the voice. Why were you bleeding..."

"That's irrelevant. It worked. Atreides got scared, and we bought ourselves more time before his next attempt... to make a move against us." You interrupt him before he asks a question.

The story of this particular wound and your... incredible skills was something you promised not to reveal to anyone. It was the darkest memory of your past, one that haunted you more than your memories of Arrakis. It was selfish of you to forget about the poor people you had to kill to survive, but you had worked with Harkonnens for too long to be even ashamed of it. Everyone had to look after themselves. Only monsters equal to them survived among them. Apparently, you were one of them.

He interrupts your thoughts, moving away from you. His eyes burn with a vivid, burning anger that sends shivers down your spine. You lift your chin, enduring the stern look that he wanted to intimidate you with. He scowls even more when he sees that you don't take much notice of his silent admonishment.

"You almost died."

"You're exaggerating this. I thought you of all people won't be afraid of the sight of a little blood." You respond dismissively, which only makes his mood worse. In a few steps, he walks over to you and pins you against the wall behind you. His chest rubs against yours with each deep breath. But you are calm. Unlike you, he doesn't have daggers attached to his body... unless he has them under his loincloth...

"I simply don't enjoy holding your almost lifeless body in my arms. I much prefer it when your heart beats strongly against your chest... like now." He whispers hoarsely, his nose brushing against your cheekbone. His lips are dangerously close to yours; if he leaned a little closer to you, he could brush the corner of your lips with his. You sigh shakily, closing your eyes as you are trying your best to deny this strange, sick desire for him that suddenly rose in you.

"Maybe you shouldn't hold me at all?"

Your question was met with silence and no response from him. And just when you think he's actually going to pull away from you, he grabs your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your throat to himself. You sigh as his full lips descend on your neck. He sucks on your skin, licking it before his black teeth sink into you. You gasp, reflexively placing your hand on the back of his head. You know you can't pull him away; all you can do is place your hand on the back of his neck and dig your nails into his skin as he leaves his marks on your soft neck.

You gasp when he suddenly grabs your hips and lifts you up. His hardness rubs against your clothed core as he grinds his hips into yours. You bite your lip, holding back a small moan as you feel him so close. He breathes shakily against your neck, staying there for a moment. Never in your life have you seen Feyd-Rautha Harkonne refrain from taking what he wants. That's why you're shocked when he suddenly lets go of you and walks away, turning his back on you.

"It was a very long day and I believe there is an even longer one ahead of us. So shut up, lie nicely on the bed and wait for me. I'll come over in a moment and you better fucking be there because this time I'm gonna tear down this planet looking for you, are we clear?" He asks, turning around to look at you. You nod, swallowing thickly, with your cheeks still a little blushed and your heart beating madly fast. "Good girl." He mutters and walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a loud bang.

You stare at the closed door for a good while. Only when the sound of water reaches your ears do you manage to snap out of this strange state.

You place a hand on your neck, tracing with your fingertips the spot his greedy lips marked. You shudder as you hear his soft grunts from the bathroom, knowing full well what... impressive problem he's dealing with there. You blush and run to change before he comes out of the bathroom.

Your head lay on the pillow just as the bathroom door opened. You try not to stare at him as he towels off. He throws the towel on the chair next to the desk and turns off the lights in the room. You sigh shakily, listening to his quiet footsteps around the room. He locks the door with a loud click. A cold chill runs through you, and your heart beats faster as you hear him approaching the bed.

You stiffen as you feel him sit down on the bed next to you. You hear him hide something under the pillow, probably one of his daggers, before laying down next to you.

His arm slips under the covers and wraps around you, pulling you closer to his chest as he takes on the role of a big spoon. You're pressed against his naked body; only a piece of the duvet and the fabric of your nightgown separate you two. You feel your heart speed up rapidly as you feel his toned chest muscles against your back.

"Is something wrong, little witch?" He asks mockingly, as if he didn't realise how uncomfortable you felt when he fell asleep and cuddled up to you while being fully naked. Only this time you felt a completely different kind of discomfort...

"You'll be cold, Na-Baron." You say, trying to convince him to get dressed. However, Na-Baron has completely different plans. If possible, he moves even closer to you, his length brushing against your ass as he leans close to your ear.

"You can always warm me up." You snort at his suggestion and say nothing more. His lips brush against your earlobe as he presses a feathery kiss there.

His grip on you tightens, and he rests his head just behind yours, nuzzling his nose into your hair as he inhales your scent. You feel like his private stuffed animal, favourite blanket, or other cuddly toy. But you know he didn't have the privilege of having such a thing—a normal childhood with toys and so on. Just like you.

So you delude yourself that this is the reason why you put your hand on his—the one with which he hugs you—and lean more on his chest. You were doing it only in search of the rare feeling of comfort that you are both unaccustomed to and that you both silently long for, however, your rational explanation doesn't include the reason why you feel the warmth rising in your chest when you hear his soft snores before you fall asleep.

It will be better this way. — You try to convince yourself as you watch Princess Irulan and Feyd dancing on the dance floor from the corner of the room. — You never wanted him. Sure, there were... some nice moments between you two, but that's all. It wasn't even a crush. Just a few irrelevant conversations and heated meetings—nothing that you haven't experienced before with someone else.

So why the hell did you want to pierce the heart of the emperor's daughter with your dagger?

A few days have passed since Atreides attacked. Harkonnen troops cleared the area and ensured that further celebrations of Na-Barone's birthday would proceed without further incident. Meanwhile, you watched as Irulan approached Feyd as well as how the Emperor and the Baron communicated about the possible marriage of these two. And although you were happy with this turn of events, it really bothered you to look at the blonde, who was obviously flirting with your Na-Baron.

You shouldn't care. Not at all. You should be happy that the burden imposed by the Bene Gesserit has been lifted from you and passed to someone else—that another woman has been assigned to carry their fucking powerful child. But you couldn't help the burning feeling of jealousy, anger, and regret when his eyes were on the emperor's daughter and not on you.

You shake your head at your stupidity and take the glass from a passing servant. You take a huge gulp and cough, unaccustomed to the burning sensation of the strong alcohol running down your throat. But you take another sip anyway. Fuck the patriarchy and the Bene Gesserit. You're not going to give birth to any Kwisatz Haderach, so you might as well ruin your liver with alcohol.

"I see you still don't absorb alcohol well, my sweet death. It's surprising, considering how many years you've been living among the Harkonnens." You freeze when you hear a familiar voice behind you. You put your glass down and turn around in shock.

"Fevas?" You ask, shocked to see a familiar man with dark hair standing in front of you. A smile forms on your face when you see his signature mischievous smirk and the twinkle of amusement in his night-dark eyes.

"The one and only. What's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost." He says it, laughing, and walks over to you. He takes you into his arms without asking, trapping you in a tight embrace. You wrap your arms around him and let yourself breathe in his familiar scent for a moment.

"Aren't you one? You didn't come to haunt me for all the times I kicked your ass in front of your friends during training?" You ask with a cheeky smirk, moving away from him. He rolls his eyes at you dramatically and gives you a nudge in the side.

"No, but if I die first, know that it's the first thing I'll do as a ghost." You laugh, shaking your head. Looking at his wide smile, you realise that you haven't felt so carefree around someone in a long time. With the Harkonnens, you always had to keep your guard up, but with Fevas... it was natural to lower your barrier a bit.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm responsible for protecting the emperor and his daughter. Since our fateful trip to Arrakis with you, Harkonnens, and the Atreides, things have been quite... boring. It's the only exciting trip I've been on since then. And a few days ago... you were amazing. I even saw the baron staring at you in pure horror. You don't know how long I will remember this picture. My people almost shit themselves with fear when you controlled us all."

"You too?" You ask with a mischievous, teasing smile, completely ignoring your surroundings.

"I admired… but I was worried about you. I went to the hospital wing, but those bald idiots wouldn't let me in. Na-Baron's order or some other shit."

"Yeah… he can be quite a pain in the ass." You nod, shifting your gaze to Feyd. He danced with Irulan. You try to ignore the pang in your heart, and without thinking much, you reach for two glasses, handing one to Fevas. The two of you make a quick toast, and you're relieved to feel the burning sensation of the alcohol masking the unexpected bitterness you feel.

"Well, since he's busy... will you allow me the immense honour of having my toes trampled by you?" You look briefly at the harpies, considering his proposition. It wouldn't hurt anyone if you will have a one dance with your old friend, right?

One of the harpies nods at you while the other two stare daggers at Irulan. And in that very moment, you decide that you will not allow yourself to become another of Na-Baron's harpies. You'd rather die than become the other jealous woman.

"I am better dancer than I used to be. You can get very surprised." You respond flirtatiously, offering him your hand. You giggle, rolling your eyes as he leans down and plants a kiss on it.

"Really? Impossible. The last time you danced with me, I had to go to a medic to heal my poor, trampled toes."

"And yet you still want to dance with me..." You reply teasingly as he leads you to the dance floor. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you a little too close to him for comfort. But neither of you care.

You think it's nice to feel seen and desired. It was certainly better to have a charming man like Fevas than to prop up the walls at a party. Sometimes being in the shadows bothered you. And even though Fevas was... too lively for you, right now you wanted to break out of your comfort zone for a moment. You knew he was perfect for this.

You didn't realise that the blue eyes of a certain Harkonnen were piercing your companion with a hateful look, which especially intensified when Fevas wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and leaned towards you to whisper in your ear.

"Guilty. But I haven't seen you in so long that it doesn't seem like such a crime, does it? We did... much braver things in the darkness of our tents, remember, my sweet death?"

"In a blur... maybe I need a reminder?" You reply in an equally suggestive tone, licking your lips. Fevas's eyes drop to your lips. He chuckles throatily, pulling you even closer to him.

"Oh, you look like you really need one. Maybe even more..."

"Exchange." A familiar, hoarse voice reaches you. Before you know it, arms wrap around your waist and pull you away from Fevas. You gasp as Feyd pushes you onto his chest, holding you tightly against him. But he's not looking at you. His gaze is fixed on the man you were dancing with a few seconds ago.

"Who is it?" He asks coldly, assessing Fevas with his eyes. You see him staring at him dispassionately, but you know from the way he tightens his grip on you that Feyd isn't even close to being calm.

"I... It does not matter…" You stop as soon as his eyes meet yours. You swallow, seeing the pure, unbridled rage.

You hiss as his grip on your waist becomes painfully tight. Feyd frowns and loosens his grip on you a little, remembering how a few days ago you were bleeding out onto the floor in this same room. And in his arms. He ordered his servants to destroy the armour he was wearing at the time. And your dress. It's a pity he couldn't erase the memory from his mind in the same way.

"I think you've forgotten who I am to you, little witch. Say it."

"I… you are the Na-Baron." He hums dissatisfyingly, shaking his head at your response.

"Try again."

"Future Baron of Giedi Prime." Your answer was again unsatisfactory to him. You shiver as you feel him press the dagger against your chest, the tip of the blade playing with the strings holding the corseted bodice of your dress together. If he used a little bit of the dress, it would expose your breasts to his view.

"Don't play stupid, or I will punish you in front of everyone. And I wish that dirty, walking pile of muscles that had his hands on you didn't see me slapping your beautiful, little ass red. In fact, I'd rather be the only one enjoying this view, so be my good girl and tell me whose remains I'll throw to my harpies tonight?"

You hold your breath at his words. Feyd couldn't visit his harpies tonight. Not when they were supposed to be busy... getting rid of the baron's corpse. You think quickly, trying to find the best way out of the situation without condemning Fevas to a certain death. Feyd's intense, urgent gaze makes you blurt out words in an act of pure panic and thoughtlessness that you have probably never said to him before.

"No."

Your words are followed by silence from him. The chatter of the guests around you and the music make his reaction a little less terrifying, but you know him too well to think he'll take your refusal to follow his orders in stride.

"What?" He asks hoarsely, staring at you in shock.

"Nobody. He... he is nobody Leave him alone. He didn't do anything." You try to quickly correct your mistake, but one look into his eyes, and you know how screwed up you are. You gasp as he pulls you to a more secluded spot, shielding the two of you from any potential onlookers.

"Since when are you the one to judge what other people deserve and what they don't? Since when do you decide for me? Since when do you oppose me? Is this your lover? Did he have you? Tell me kindly, or I'll throw you on this floor and fuck you in front of everyone until you tell me." You're trembling, not because you're afraid he'll follow through on his words, but because you WANT him to claim you in front of everyone. In front of Irulan...

"What will your princess think of you?" You ask defiantly, raising your eyebrows. His nostrils flare as he sighs. He closes his eyes and tightens his grip on your waist and his dagger. You wait patiently for his reaction, ready for anything, even for him to stab you, piercing your stupid, rapidly beating heart.

"I don't fucking care. You're mine. Should I mark you? Carve my name on your chest? Maybe it would be better if I put my heir inside you? Then no one would have any doubts about who you belong to."

"Feyd..." His name leaves your mouth faster than you think. His heart beats faster when he hears you using his name instead of his title. The madness in his eyes slowly gives way to something else. A feeling you don't recognise. "Please. Leave him."

"Who is it?"

"Old friend. Nobody important." You assure him, desperately trying to convince him that it really wasn't someone he had to worry about.

"You slept with him?" The question catches you off guard. You blush slightly, knowing full well that you can't lie to him right now. You curse alcohol for reducing your ability to come up with lies and fake stories on command.

"I... It does not matter."

He growls, staring at you intensely, as he don't want to let go of the topic. You know that the moment you give him his name, your friend will die a tragic death. It bothers you, but you're much more worried about Feyd foiling your plan by going to his harpies tonight. You thought Irulan would distract him... enough for you to finish your job. As you can see, you had to take care of Na-Baron completely by yourself tonight.

So the moment Feyd turns to find the man you were dancing with in the crowd, you grab his hand and pull him back to you. Before he says a word, you lean forward to whisper suggestively in his ear:

"He can't compare to you." You brush your nose against his cheekbone. You smile teasingly as you hear him catch his breath at your sudden, unexpected closeness.

"No?" He asks, turning his head towards you. Your noses brush against each other, and his mouth is mere inches away from yours. You lick your lips unconsciously, completely by accident. However, this does not go unnoticed by him. His pupils dilate slightly, and his breathing quickens as he waits for your response.

"No." You whisper without looking into his eyes, too scared of what you might find there. He doesn't like that you're avoiding his gaze, so he wraps his hand around your throat, forcing you to look at him as he leans over you.

"Were you planning to run away with him? Fuck in one of those hallways?" He growls furiously, trying to intimidate you and overwhelm you with his closeness.

You swallow, carefully looking at him. Your hand wanders over his armour, moving to his neck and gently wrapping around it. You pull him closer to you, so you both can feel the others breath on your lips. You stroke the skin of his neck with the pad of your thumb, still holding it in your grip.

"I just... wanted your attention." You whisper, looking into his eyes. You feel the muscles in his throat tighten as he swallows, his pupils dilating to the point that you can see only them as he stares at you, completely surprised by your behaviour towards him.

To say Feyd is shocked is an understatement. He's dazed and confused to the point that all he can do is stand in front of you and let you do whatever you want with him. He should be used to you constantly surprising him, but even in his wildest fantasies, he didn't expect that you would be so eager to press your body against his to tease him in the same way he teased you. Feyd is not stupid. He knows your actions have a purpose—an ulterior motive that he honestly didn't care about as long as you had your hands and mouth on him.

"So what will you do now? Once you have it?" He asks, licking his lips as you look up at him through your eyelashes. His heart skips a beat when he sees your gaze linger on his plump lips for a moment. You both take deeper, shorter breaths, slowly closing the distance left between you.

"Come with me and see for yourself, Na-Baron." You whisper against his lips. Feyd growls at how cruelly you are teasing him. He had never wanted to pin someone against a wall and kiss them hard and deep as much as he wanted to do it with you now.

"You didn't answer the question. Who am I for you?" He asks, moving his hand from your neck to the hair at the nape of your neck. He pulls your head back and starts placing kisses on your jaw.

You tighten your grip around his neck and press him against the wall. Feyd blinks at you in surprise, but before he can say anything, you place a finger on his full lips and shush him. He trembles as you trace the bone of his jaw with your tongue, biting into it.

"My lord. My Na-Baron... my master." You whisper against his pale skin, effectively stripping Feyd of any little inhibitions or patience he had left for you.

You moan as his lips crash against yours. Your nails dig into his neck as he grabs the sides of your chest and pulls you onto the balcony. The metal door closes behind you with a loud bang. You gasp as you feel the cool, rough metal against the bare skin of your exposed back. This feeling quickly disappears under the sensations you feel thanks to the lips and tongue of your Na-Baron, who took advantage of your moment of surprise and sneaked into your mouth, exploring it eagerly.

You wrap your tongue around his, fighting him for dominance, moaning as he presses his body against yours. His hands deftly untie the strings of your dress at the back, loosening your corset. He pulls the fabric aside, moving his lips from yours to your neck, collarbones, and breasts. You groan, leaning your head against the door and digging your nails into the back of his head.

"Your princess is probably waiting for you." You mumble, closing your eyes as his tongue curls around your nipple. He sucks on it, biting it every now and then, making you squeal loudly as he cups his hand around your other breast and massages it, teasing your other nipple at the same time.

You're completely fucked under his touch—well, not so much that you don't remember how much fun the bastard was having with the princess just a few moments ago. You scream as he suddenly slaps your breast in a punishment.

"I only have one princess I want to please. And it's definitely not Lady Corrino." He says this before pressing his lips against yours. You moan as his hands tangle in your hair, and he tilts your head to give him better access to your mouth. You kiss him back with an equally burning passion, feeling the fire of desire ignite inside you with each of his touches.

"Lady? Since when have you been a gentleman?" You ask mockingly as he moves his mouth to your neck, nipping at it and littering it with hickeys.

“Would you prefer it if I called her a whore? Maybe I should really claim you right in front of her... Would that calm down your beautiful, burning jealousy, my little witch?” You growl at him, moving your hand to his hardening length and squeezing him painfully. He groans against your neck and bites into you in retaliation, making you let out a hollow scream.

"I'm not jealous. I can always go to Fevas for pleasure if you're too fascinated by the princess to notice anything else." You huff, not wanting to give him any satisfaction by letting him know that his closeness to Irulan bothers you. But why do you feel envy while watching them two together? That was your plan. He was supposed to finally leave you alone. So why is it that when the opportunity presents itself for him to become interested in someone else, you desperately cling to him and pull him towards you?

"Hm... so this is your mysterious man? Fevas..." You tense up when you hear him repeat your friend's name. You cup his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"Don't kill him." You ask him, knowing full well that he will refuse. But despite everything, you cling to this stupid hope, not knowing why you care so much about keeping Fevas alive.

"Why?"

"Because I ask you. Please." For the first time, you look at him desperately, knowing full well that all you can do is beg him to change his mind. Because if Feyd Rautha Harkonnen decides that someone is going to die, then even the Grim Reaper won't be able to save the poor man from him.

"Do you love him?" You know the answer to his question perfectly. However, it scares you too much to say out loud what you think and to admit to him and to yourself what you have been running away from for so many years. Apparently ineffective, since your first response was supposed to be:

No. I love you. And it's ruining my life.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, you weren't stupid or brave enough to say it to his face.

"I am a Bene Gesserit. I don't love anyone." You answer coldly and without emotion. He stares at you for a moment before pushing you away from him. He no longer looks you in the eyes, though his eyes are still glued to your half-naked form. He stays in silent reverie for a moment, then breaks it with a bitter, hoarse laugh, shaking his head.

"And I am a Harkonnen. We don't obey anyone." He growls impassively and pushes you away to get to the door. He returns to the party, closing the metal door behind him with a loud bang.

You shiver as you are left completely alone on the balcony. You try to swallow your humiliation and hurt pride and tie your dress to gain back some of your dignity. Once you've improved your appearance enough to show yourself to other people, you decide to leave to join Feyd's harpies in the dungeons. Along the way, you try to ignore how Feyd flirts recklessly with Princess Irulan.

It will be better this way.

You repeat it to yourself like a new mantra or slogan. Or at least that's how you try to drown out the cries of your wounded heart, which desperately begs your mind for a little mercy.

But if you learned anything from Feyd Rautha, it was that mercy was an overrated thing.

And if you've learned anything today... it was that you have truly become Feyd Rautha's fourth harpy.

If it wasn't a sign of weakness, you would have covered your nose to avoid inhaling the disgusting smell that lingered in the dungeons. You might have expected that the harpies would show no mercy to the baron. You weren't here to save him yourself. Just the opposite...

"The little witch looks angry…"

"The little witch was right, we are having a lot of fun."

"Does the little witch want to join?"

You give them a sadistic, proud smirk when you see the baron's condition. You shake your head and address them as sweetly as you can.

"Maybe in a moment. I don't want to take away all the fun from you. Can you leave us alone for a short while?" The women nod at you and slowly leave the room, keeping a close eye on the barely surviving baron. You wrinkle your nose as the door closes behind them. You take a few steps towards Harkonnen and stop right in front of the large pool of blood that has formed from all the wounds inflicted on him.

"So it's you… I thought my nephew was responsible for this. Ironic… get rid of me with one of my gifts to him."

"I think we both can agree that Feyd would be more than capable of it. After everything you did to him… I'm surprised he didn't try this ages ago." You reply indifferently, taking great satisfaction in seeing him like this—on the verge of death.

"You don't know our ways, witch. You may have studied and lived with us for years, observing from the shadows, but you know nothing about the Harkonnens." You tense up, offended, and angry at his words, but you do your best not to let it show. You came here to enjoy the death of the most disgusting man you have ever met. You won't let him spoil this solemn moment.

"Possible. But I know enough to convince the court and the great houses, and even the emperor himself, that the Fremen are behind your sudden, unfortunate death. Besides... I doubt anyone would cry over you."

"The same goes for you, witch. My nephew did well to make you his right hand. I'm sure he'll get rid of you as quickly and suddenly as he took you in. Harkonnens don't take wives. We have no equals. Whatever you think, you are living in pathetic delusion. You'll end up just like me. Or the boy will hand you over to these old women when he gets bored of you." A cold shiver runs down your spine at his words.

You had considered such a scenario several times, but the Baron and your interaction with Feyd today made you realise that you had to consider this turn of events to be... the most likely to happen. You guess you have to prepare for suddenly leaving Giedi Prime... and Feyd's side. Your heart clenches painfully just thinking about it.

"That's very possible. But at least I survived you." You answer and take out the dagger that you managed to steal from Fevas. You take aim and, with a small smirk, throw it, hitting the baron's throat. You were too disgusted to lay even a finger on him, in order to hurt him. You turn away and leave the room without giving him a second glance, knowing full well that Feyd's harpies will take the revange for anything he did to his nephew better than you. "Ladies! You can finish now." You announce this to the harpies as you leave the cell.

They scream excitedly and almost rush back towards the baron. You walk forward, but a sudden pull on your hands stops you. You raise a questioning eyebrow at the oldest concubine.

"The little witch shouldn't listen to this old man. The master likes the little witch very much. He threatened to kill us if we did anything to her." You frown at her sudden confession, but you don't question why she's doing it. You decide to brush it off.

"I think we both know that he... likes to break his favourite toys only by himself."

"But not a little witch. When the little witch was bleeding, the master became furious. The master almost killed his uncle when he ordered him to kill the little witch. The master watched over the little witch until the doctors said that the little witch would survive. And he told us to guard her door while he went away to kill the people who hurt her."

"I… I really appreciate you telling me this. Join your sisters. I'm sure you don't want to miss the feast."

"Little witch." She calls after you. You turn to look at her. "We can share the master with the little witch, but not with the princess." A smile creeps onto your face. Hearing that from her is the best compliment she can give.

"I'm afraid neither of us has any say in the matter."

"The little witch is smart. The little witch is too smart to think like that. The little witch has to know that the master is crazy about her from the begining." You blush at her words, your stupid heart speeds up, and your too vivid imagination presents you with various scenarios of what could have happened if Feyd... had claimed you at the very beginning. But you couldn't turn back time. You didn't want to.

"Desire makes us weak."

"Maybe. But it is also very pleasant." You smile and nod. She responds in kind and disappears behind the cell door. After the baron's scream, which is muffled by the door, you come to the conclusion that he is clearly saying goodbye to this world. Just as he should. Alone. At the hands of women whom he mentally destroyed to make them good pets, whose task was to arouse his nephew's cruelty and bloodlust.

While walking through the corridors, you come across one of the servants. He tells you that the Na-Baron requests your presence in his chambers. You frown, convinced that the last thing Feys wants to do today is to have you close to him, but you head towards the familiar rooms.

After a very short walk, you reach his chambers and open the door. You stand frozen in his doorway at the sight that greets you.

Fevas is chained. His hands are chained to the ceiling as he is hanging above the floor. His chest is cut multiple times, and his blood drips onto the white fabric placed beneath him. You tense up as Feyd's hands are on your shoulders, holding you firmly in place as you stare at the unconscious, bloody man who is either dead or within a whisker of death.

"What the hell is this?" You growl angrily, trying to turn to look at him. Feyd, however, holds your waist tightly and grips your jaw, making sure you keep your eyes on Fevas.

"I thought you'd appreciate seeing your secret lover after I brutally separated you. Where have you been? Looking for him? Maybe you were supposed to run away together, but he didn't come?"

"I leave you alone for a few minutes, and you start creating absurd stories and tormenting a poor, innocent man?" You mock him. His grip on your waist tightens as he gets more furious with every passing second.

"A man who had the privilege of enjoying what was not his." He corrects you, growling hoarsely into your ear.

"I'm not yours either. Will you kill Irulan's former lovers too?" You ask sarcastically, struggling against his grip. He growls in your ear, shaking you gently but keeping his grip on you firmly.

"I don't care about that royal bitch."

"You should. After all, she is your future wife. The mother of your heirs..." He doesn't let you finish. He tightens his grip on your throat, preventing you from speaking, and pushes you against the wall, pressing your body against his. You shudder as you see him gasp in rage, glaring daggers at you.

You tremble as you feel his fingers spread Frevas' blood on your neck. He breathes heavily, tightening his grip. He leans forward and presses a bruising, aggressive kiss on your lips. You know this is supposed to be a punishment for you, but you can't help but moan and clutch his arms as he kisses you so intensely, pulling all the oxygen out of your lungs.

You gasp, noticing a strange ache in your neck as his lips continue to caress yours, but you choose to ignore it. For a moment, you forget about anything other than him. Even the metallic smell of blood lingering in the room fades away with the feeling of his lips on you.

His other hand moves under your skirt, his fingertips gently caressing your thigh, avoiding the dagger attached there as his hand slowly climbs up your leg. You moan into his mouth as his fingers tease your pussy through the fabric of your wet underwear.

He breaks the kiss, kissing the line of your jaw. You breathe heavily, whimpering softly as he continues to work on your clit, peppering your face with kisses at the same time. You dig your fingers into his arms, desperately holding onto him as you grind against him, chasing the release he's denied you for days.

His fingers wander under your underwear, making you moan louder. Your forehead leans onto his shoulder as you gasp as he ruthlessly pushes his three thick fingers into you.

"My little witch is so quiet and obedient when full of fingers. I'm sure if I impaled you on my cock, if you had kept it deep inside you day and night, you wouldn't even dare to think about letting someone else take your place, right? Maybe that's what I should do? Maybe I need to breed you and fill your lower lips so that the other ones will shut up and stop talking nonsense?"

"Feyd..." A needy moan of his name escapes from you before you can bite your lip. All you can do is hold on to him for dear life, wrapping your legs around his waist as he keeps you pinned to the wall and on his toes.

"You make such beautiful sounds... it's a pity you've been acting like a brat lately instead of like my good girl. You understand that, in this situation, I cannot reward you." He mocks you, pulling away from you moments before you reach your peak.

You growl at him angrily and reach out to finish what he didn't want, but he grabs your wrists and pins them to the wall, grinding his crotch against yours, teasing your desperate, abused pussy even more. You scream, trying to fight him. He effectively silences you, kissing you hard, chastisingly, and biting your lower lip until it bleeds. You are at his complete mercy. And dear Lord, you would let him do anything if that meant that he would let you cum.

He presses his body against yours and holds your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. He leans down and licks the tears of frustration from your cheeks, sloppily licking your face at his discretion.

"Can you think for a moment or have I finally made you think with just your needy pussy? Is this what you want? For me to take another woman? For me to treat her the way I treat you? For me to leave you on this damn desert? Because I can, Y/N. I can fuck the other women, become emperor the easy way, and give you damn Arrakis, but you have to look me in the eyes and tell me that's what you really want."

You stare at him in shock as he continues to hold you close to him. This is what you wanted—exactly that scenario and turn of events. You could have been finally free—free from all of Bene Gesserit's prophecies and plans.

"I... You would let me stay here? Would you let me be the governor of Arrakis? You would marry Irulan?" You ask, disbelieving that he would ever let you go from his grasp, convinced that he would rather kill you than let you leave his side.

"If that's what you want."

"It... it is..." You say this, feeling a lump growing in your throat. Your heart beats insanely fast as you desperately try to convince everyone—you, him, and your stupid heart, which is begging you to change your mind—that this is exactly what you want.

But you had definitely come too far to slip into his arms at the end and become his wife, concubine, or whatever he wanted you to be, just because you were horny for him. Desire makes us weak. But was it just lust that connected you with him?

"No. Not like that. Look at me and tell me exactly what you want me to do, my little witch." He orders, looking at you defiantly. This is a very small payment for what he offers you. Your dream future is within your reach; all you need to do is say these few words.

"I... I want you to... to marry... I..." The lump in your throat grows. You can't say anything as you look into his icy blue eyes, which pick up on your uncertainty. But she's not the only one thing holding you back.

You physically can't speak. You can't lie to him and say you want him to marry another woman and forget about you, to leave you alone on Arrakis—a place that should have swallowed you up years ago. You just can't. Your eyes widen as you realise what he's done to you.

"You son of a bitch… Which Bene Gesserit witch gave you the truth serum?!" You ask, furious, realising what he injected into your neck during your little hot session.

"This is of little importance. I was going to use it on you and ask you about your secret lover, but he himself told me a bit about your past. With a bit of pressure from my side, of course. Now, before this miracle product stops working, look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me. I dare you. Reject me like you did countless times before, my little witch. And I will gladly leave you alone."

The smirk on his face grows with every second of your silence. Your blood boils, and you feel immense rage, pursing your lips as you glare at him with hate. What's more, the bastard has the nerve to laugh at you.

"That's exactly what I fucking thought." He growls and kisses you. His lips caress yours, tasting you as if you were the only thing that could quench his thirst. He holds you tightly as if you were the most precious thing in his possession that he is afraid to let go of, even for a moment, for fear of someone stealing you from him.

You place your hands on his shoulders and pull him closer to you, letting your lust for him take over all of your senses. There was no turning back. Not after he found out that you are not indifferent to him at all and that the future with him does not seem as scary and terrible to you as it was at the beginning.

"You had no right to treat him like that." You say this as he manoeuvres you around the room and past where Fevas is still hanging from the ceiling. He pushes you deeper into his chambers and closes his bedroom door behind you.

"As if you wouldn't do the same to the emperor's daughter, if you could…" He responds sarcastically, stripping off his armour and not wasting a moment, as if he were afraid you would change your mind and start fighting him again.

"Shut up." You use the voice on him with a cocky smirk. He lifts his head, staring at you in surprise. You step back, sitting on the bed, keeping your gaze on him the entire time. "On your knees." You order in a low, suggestive tone of voice, not hiding your smirk as he is forced to obey your command right away. "Come to me." You command him, your eyes glistening dangerously as you notice his length twitch beneath his loincloth. "Good boy." You say teasingly, stroking his head as he kneels between your legs.

"Are you aware of what kind of dangerous game you are playing right now, my little witch?"

"If I were still a full-fledged Bene Gesserit, I would probably put you to the gom-jabbar test of humanity right now. You put your hand in the box, and you feel unimaginable pain until you prove that your awareness is stronger than your instincts. I'm sure Irulan or another Bene Gesserit was assigned to do this to you. I barely managed to stop one of them from giving you... a drug that would make it easier for her to convince you to extend your bloodline through her womb. Back to the topic... we both know how this test would end for you, right? How quickly would you get horny? How quickly would you tremble for release? How quickly would you show me that you love it when I hurt you, my Na-Baron?"

"Don't torment me, witch. You've been doing this for too long." He growls, moving his hands to your legs and pushing the fabric of your dress higher as he exposes your legs to him.

"You're right… why put your hand in a box when it can be useful elsewhere? Undress me." He laughs hoarsely, having no choice but to obey your command.

"You don't have to use the voice on me to make me follow this kind of orders."

"I thought the Harkonnens did not obey anyone?" You ask defiantly, raising an eyebrow at him as he licks his lips, carefully examining every inch of your (finally) exposed skin.

"I thought the Bene Gesserit didn't love anyone?"

You did not answer. You lean down, cupping his cheeks in your hands, and kiss him passionately, finally allowing yourself to express all the feelings and desires you had been hiding deep inside for so long.

"I need to feel you." He growls, pushing you onto your back. He climbs up you, placing kisses all over your body until he's hovering just above your face. He stares at you for a moment, spreads out beneath him, ready to finally take him in, and decides that his fantasies are a poor comparison to the real thing.

You both moan, resting your foreheads against each other as his pre-cum, leaking hard length, rubs against your wet entrance. You wrap your legs around his hips. You run your hand down his spine, sinking your nails into his neck as he abuses yours, kissing, nipping, and marking it as his property.

And when he is finally about to unite you and get rid of the tension between you for good, someone knocks on his door. He groans in protest and leans in to kiss you to shush you when you let out an uncontrollable laugh at his reaction to the sudden interruption.

"You should go." You say as you manage to place your hand on his chest and gently push him away from you. "This could be something important."

"Woman… how much patience I spent on you…" He growls, pressing his forehead against your temple. The knocking on the door is more insistent. His brother calls out to him furiously, and you can't help but smile as you watch his internal struggle.

Seeing your amusement, he spanks your pussy. You scream, trying to block out the sound against his shoulder so that only Feyd can hear it and not his brother, who is banging on the door. He chuckles, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling your scent.

"Stay here. Don't move an inch. I will be right back. If I don't find you in this bed naked and ready for me, I will beat that ass of yours red. You won't be able to leave these chambers for a month." He gives you a threatening warning. You roll your eyes and pull him into a kiss, teasing him and pulling away from him in a moment when he wanted to deepen it.

"I'll be waiting." You promise, out of breath after the kiss. "On the way, tell your servants to take Fevas to the infirmary."

"Next time I will kill him without hesitation. Or any other lover of yours."He promises as he puts on his clothes. You crawl to the edge of the bed and help him put his armour on faster.

"I am very aware of this, my Na-Baron." You reply snidely, still kneeling on the bed and dressing him. He rolls his eyes at you and smirks mischievously as he reaches up to pinch your nipples. You squeal, punching his shoulder. He laughs and cups your cheeks, pulling you in for one last kiss.

"I'll be back in a minute." He promises and leaves, making sure to close the door behind him quickly enough so that no one has a chance to look inside and see you naked in his bed. After all, this was a view reserved only for him.

You fall onto the bed, giggling stupidly like a teenager, as you wonder what his reaction will be to having the opportunity to fuck you as the Baron of Giedi Prime.

A cold chill runs through you as you hear footsteps in the main room. You downplay it, thinking that it was the servants who came to clean up the mess Feyd made, but too much silence starts to make you suspicious. You stand up and put on some clothes before reaching for the knife attached to your thigh.

You open the door and slowly leave the room. Fevas was gone, but something was still bothering you, giving you a strange feeling of being observed. You could feel someone's presence on your back.

You avoid a sudden attack from behind and quickly cut your attacker's throat. Before you can turn around, you receive a powerful kick in the back. You stumble and fall forward, but quickly get back up, taking in your surroundings. Three women dressed entirely in black slowly surround you, each of them armed to the teeth. You tense up, ready to use the voice, but just as you're about to, you're grabbed from behind.

You only manage to stab your attacker before a cloth is placed against your nose. You struggle, trying to fight the women as hard as you can before the sedative takes effect. After a few moments, however, darkness enveloped you. But before you lose consciousness completely, you notice the familiar Bene Gesserit symbol tattooed on the women's wrists.

What catches your eye most before you hit the floor is the familiar skirt of Princess Irulan's dress.

To be continued...

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Oh? Did you really think I'd post about Thomas again and I WOULDN'T draw him shirtless ? You fools..

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chaoticspeedrun · 2 years ago

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How would the Rottmnt turtles realized that they're gay for the male reader

The way I love you

Hey Shadow, uuuughh! I was just so happy writing this request I think it came so fluffy, this is how I want to be loved fr, I hope you like it!

Pairing: All turtles x Male! Reader (separate)

Summary: Tooth-rotting fluff on how they each realize they are falling for their male best friend.

Type: Drabble for each turtle

Warning: None

MASTERLIST

Raphael

He had to be told.

He’d been used to having you around, so it wasn’t easy for him to notice how happy he got whenever you entered the room.

He was protective, so the way he would immediately react to shield you whenever something happened was just natural.

He felt safe with you, so speaking out about things with you was logical, you always made him feel better, feel heard, and made his feelings valid.

It’s no wonder he didn’t realize at first that his relationship with you was different from his relationship with April for example, April was like his big sister, but you were something else entirely. Raph was just happy having you as his best friend, that’s what you were, two bros against the world.

Until he started noticing he’d get a little anxious when you talked fondly about other friends, maybe it was just him being protective, after all, he didn’t know these people.

But you could take care of yourself, he knew this, you had learned from training with him after all.

That was another thing he noticed, the way his heart would speed up whenever you managed to one-up him on the training floor, the wild grin on your face, so proud of what you had achieved, but he chalked his reaction to you as just overexertion.

“You like him,” Dr. Feelings told him point blank one day, Raph didn’t even notice him put on the sweater and glasses, and Raph raised a questioning brow.

“Uh, duh? He’s my best friend, my best dude, I would trust him with my shell.”

Dr. Feelings sent a small shake of his head Raph’s way “Not like that.”

He didn’t elaborate too much on it afterward, but his words stayed on Raph’s head, the eldest of the turtles overanalyzing the words because maybe he knew what they meant, it was just not clicking, it wasn’t connecting totally.

While he was thinking this you walked into the room, a grin on your face as you asked Raph if he wanted to hang out, you were excited to show him a new videogame and while you ranted about it, the cables connected to Raph’s mind.

Oh.

He hadn’t even considered he might be interested in boys before now, no wonder it took him so long to connect the dots, but seeing you right now, the situation made more sense than anything else.

Oh gosh.

Leonardo

Leo had always had…certain tendencies.

In all fairness, he knew what he liked, and had known for a while, it wasn’t a secret either, it was right there, the closet was made of glass if there even was one.

And Leo was proud of how good he was at reading people, at figuring others out, what made them tick though he’d keep that information stored in until he needed it, act like he was blind to their weak spots, to their thought process, because that way they wouldn’t expect it.

So, realizing he had a huge crush on his best friend, oh boy, it wasn’t immediate, he didn’t actually know where it started, but one day you were just belting out songs for karaoke night and you looked so handsome all excited, singing to the top of your lungs alongside him unabashedly, his own voice stuck to the back of his throat.

Leo ended up coughing out his lungs after the shock of realization hit him mid-song, and you patting his back was just making everything more difficult while he tried to wave you off and say he was fine, rushing to put the next song in so you wouldn’t see the expression on his face.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise, and in retrospect, it really wasn’t, he knew what he liked, he just hadn’t noticed you filled out all his checkmarks.

You didn’t seem to realize, but after that coughing fit the rest of the songs that played through the speakers for you both to sing seemed to all be love songs in some way or the other.

Leo took the chance to study you, to try to figure you out and it was jarring that at the moment he couldn’t, he wasn’t reading you like he usually could, but that was fine, he could figure it out later, right now he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of falling in love with the person who knows him better than anyone and stays.

Donatello

It started with him noticing he didn’t mind your touch.

There were moments in which he still just didn’t want to be touched at all, but more often than not he wouldn’t mind your touch at all, it was an exception he made in his mind, like when Mikey hugged him.

Besides, there was the fact that you were always conscious of his boundaries, asking or warning him before you would even touch him, sometimes he felt like just telling you to go ahead if you wanted instead of asking, but he held back from doing so as he wondered why he would even say that if it was logically just better that you asked beforehand.

He filed that information away in his brain, but sometimes it would pop up when you’d ask to touch him and suddenly your hands were on his forehead checking for fever or taking a hold of his to drag him somewhere or around him hugging him for just a second after a dangerous mission.

Just a bro hug, just a tug on his hand, just a concerned friend, so why, why did Donnie wish those hands lingered on him? Why did he wish for it to not be so friendly?

After much investigation and being hit with a ruler by Dr. Feelings, Donnie who had only had crushes on fictional female characters finally accepted realized he had more than platonic feelings for his best friend.

It’s not like he had never considered boys romantically he just hadn’t expected to be hit with this revelation with one of his closest friends, it was honestly terrifying, because if it had been a stranger he was attracted to or someone less close to him then coming to terms with the crush would have been easier, but because it was you his mind was rushing with various situations in which your relationship could be compromised should you not feel the same.

So, he reveled in your touch for the meantime, sometimes shuddering and your hands would fly away from him while apologies fell from your lips and Donnie would reassure you, telling you he wasn’t uncomfortable, that you could keep going.

And maybe he’d actually tell you now that you didn’t have to ask before touching him, make an exception with you, that would be enough for now.

Michelangelo

As in tune with his feelings as he was Mikey didn’t realize as fast as he could have because when you were around his mind would immediately focus on you, your needs, your wants, your feelings, and suddenly everyone else including himself fell to second place.

That in itself could have been a good indicator, but once again, he was focused on you, not him.

But his thoughts felt so frequently on you it was impossible not to realize that when he was preparing a meal or trying a new recipe he would think of your likes and dislikes when it came to food and consider them while cooking, even when you weren’t going to eat there, he’d prepare the food while thinking of you so that the next time you came and he prepared it he could make sure it’d be to your taste.

Donnie complained a couple of times about alternatives Mikey used in a recipe to fit your taste, which is when the situation suddenly came to Mikey’s brain.

He thought a bit about it, but let it be for the most part until he found another indicator of his situation while painting.

He’d wanted to draw his family and thought you would be a good starting point, but while he painted suddenly what he’d drawn wasn’t enough, so he tried again, and added more colors, and details, and your eyes weren’t quite right, so he kept going and going, he just had to get this right.

In the end, the family portrait turned into a portrait of a boy, Mikey kept staring at it, the cogs turning fast in his brain while he kept thinking about how truly handsome he thought you were and boom, it suddenly made sense.

Mikey smiled, just admiring his work while he wondered if handing the painting he had obviously put so much care and love into to you would be too bold of a move.

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loveofbots · 2 years ago

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Do you think you could write a she/her deception Cybertronian reader being found by the scavengers? Kinda the same way they found fulcrum?

(PLATONIC, no romance. The only thing I ask is to make them funny plz 🙏🙏😁)

I"M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I DID RESEARCH TO MAKE THIS PERFECT

So sorry chef ;v; hope u enjoy

Warnings: Goofs

"Uuuughh..."

Your head felt like it was going to explode. You must have sustained some sort of injury during that scrap you had with a particularly large turbo fox- that ended with you stumbling and taking just the cheeriest of jaunts down a cliff.

"Hey! She made the same sound Fulcrum did when he-" "Shut UP. Stupidster. Damn it, Misfire, why can't you actually just find a dead one for once?"

Unfamiliar voices caught you off guard and you online your optics as quickly as possible, seeing a collection of Deception faces in front of you. Each one was so unique, especially considering your mug was now part of the collective.

"Where...? Who? WHAT!?"

"Oh great they can only speak in questions." The 'leader' of the group (Well you assumed so, he stood like a leader at least) rolled his optics and crossed his arms. That was probably the least of your concerns however. You noticed that parts of your insides were outside of you and in the hands of a smiling bot. You lurched away.

"WHY ARE MY TANKS OUT?" Misfire flinched from your scream, but a mech with a very nice chin came over to kneel beside you.

"Hey, woah." His servos smoothed your plating as well as your worries. "Sorry about my friends, we all thought you were dead." The bot pointed upwards, you had fallen a loooooong way.

"It's impressive you're even in one piece." The voice of a femme snapped you out of your shock. A medic on one wheel rolled up to you and snagged your tanks from the mech who had been holding it, and she began putting you back together. "Don't worry hun, we aren't trying to hurt ya. Just needed some fuel for our ship."

"Thanks?" At least she was patching you up.

Finally able to stand up and survey the group you saw them all staring expectantly at you.

"So like... We're the Scavengers." The second largest mech broke the awkward silence. The way he said it made your tension snap like a cord. Vents sputtered before you let out a full hearted laugh, coolest leaking from happiness and relief.

"I'm- heheh... I'm Y/N."

"Oh so they can speak without asking questions!" You shot a warning glance at the leader, feeling a bump at your side. A large Dino bot had nudged you and dropped your blaster from his mouth. Gently you placed a servo on his cheek and pet him, getting a very positive response.

"Sorry, again." The handsome mech replied. "That's Krok, he's a bit cranky at the moment. But if you really want cranky? That's Crankcase." He pointed to a blue mech with half his helm gone. A servo flew to yours to make sure that headache from earlier wasn't an indication that whatever happened to him didn't happen to you, thankfully, you're still in one piece.

"I'm Fulcrum, the better looking one of the group."

"Hey! I can get plenty of valve you cowardly piece of-" The purple mech that was holding your tanks earlier was silenced by the medic bot.

"Language, Misfire." She had thrown a bolt at him.

"And that's Misfire, and our doctor Nickel."

"Glad you're still with us kid!" Nickel beamed up at you.

Fulcrum then pointed to the two largest mechs in the group. "That dinobot is our friend Gridlock, yes, The- capitol T- Grimlock." The shock on your face must've been apparent as he explained a little further. "He doesn't remember much. Just don't walk up from behind him."

On closer investigation, that's probably what that bite mark on his shoulder was from.

"And the one that's spacing out right now? That's Spinister. Dumbest bot you will EVER have the displeasure of meeting."

Spinister was watching a piece of dust fly by when Krok elbowed him. The mech snapped to attention and waved at you politely.

Everything began to piece itself together. Where you were and how you got there. The bots packed up and were about to move on when you spoke.

"You said you were looking for fuel? I know where you can find some." Pointing back up the cliff you continued. "A damn turbofox took my energon, when I went after it I slipped and ended up here."

"So if we find the turbofox..." Crankcase began.

You helped him finish. "We can get off this planet." The others nodded in agreement. You saw Krok call the others in for a huddle. Some hushed whispers and grunts were all you heard of the conversation before they broke away and Misfire approached you.

"Alright Y/N, you show us where to get the energon, you can join the Scavengers." He tried to appear smart and charming, but the exasperated sigh from Krok and his slouched posture really made the mech seem like an idiot.

"Misfire that is not what I said." You were about to butt in with your own suggestion when you were cut off by a few tons of dinobot tumbling into you. A large tongue laved over your face.

"Oh come on Krok! Grim's already attached to her!" Misfire defended Gridlock, whose tail was wagging like a puppy. Krok looked to Fulcrum and Crankcase for backup, but the two just shrugged. Looked like everyone enjoyed your presence.

Krok pinched the bridge of his nose. "FINE. Lead the way Y/N."

#mtmte #idw #tranformers #the scavengers #misfire #krok #crankcase #spinister #fulcrim #grimlock #nickle #request #full length fic #sfw #maccadam

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pilesofpillows · 2 years ago

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UUUUGHH MY HEART WITH ALL THESE ATTOYE BABIES

I don’t know I was in a silly goofy mood 🫣❤️

Please welcome

The Attoye Family

Might do more of these with my Attoye Kid OCs

Tadeas and Xyanza all grown up too :P

#they’re just so fuckin cute #chubby lil beans!!#I love this so much #attuma x okoye #attoye #attoye babies #attoye nation

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biolizardboils · 3 years ago

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its been 10 days since the movieversary but my CU hyperfixation's still going so heres another one of those Scattered Thoughts posts (minor movie spoilers!)

So i updated the playlist at treehouseblogsinc this week! Idek if Wikplayer still works for most people, but this streak’s five years long and i aint quittin yet! (Usually i just replace song links when they break, but this time i removed a song too cus the guy it references has been Bitch lately)

Speaking of, i did my semi-annual reread of the whole blog too and... man :’’’) Its still mind-blowing how many people played along (and got pissed at Melvin when he took over lmaooo). All the silly, sweet, and angry asks i got there still warm my heart to this day

You know what else i still do to this day? Draw things Pilkey-style! Sometimes i try to follow a rigid anatomy when i draw and feel stuck when it doesnt look right. When that happens, i step back and make a quick Pilk-ish sketch as a reminder to keep things loose. Works every time :)

Something i still love about the movie and the months leading up to it is how much of it felt like a grand... I dont wanna say joke, cus that kinda implies they didnt care when its obvious they truly did. Lets go with prank — it all felt like a grand prank! Like the decisions they made worked in the end, but were also super funny to read and hear about. Like oh my god, they rented Abbey Road Studios to record a choir playing kazoos and singing the word “underpants!” They got the biggest up-and-coming horror director to voice white-ass Melvin Sneedly. (Tho i guess now it can be argued that he’s white-passing in movie!verse, so thats cool)

My fave example of this is how they got Lil Yachty for the album. On one hand, whatever chunk of the limited budget they spent to get him probably could’ve been put to better use, like actually animating the Turbo Toilet fight or something? (While moving the Flip-O-Rama to another scene of course.) On the other hand, its hilarious that they got him to rap the word “cool” 15 times to a cover of Oh Yeah, and then didnt even put it in the movie. Its like George and Harold themselves wrote the stupidest lyrics possible just to see if he’d agree to them, and he did?? Thats comedy gold???

Why didnt i bookmark all the production stuff posted to Instagram. There was so much cool stuff i wanna see again but the search function there is still garbage and uuuughh

So i dont remember if it was production art or fanart but theres this one Instagram post i saw once thats lived in my head ever since. it looked like the cover of Action Comics #1, but with Captain carrying a school bus. If by some miracle somebody has it saved, please send it to me ill be forever in your debt

Im still scared of getting what’s coming to me when the Dog Man movie drops, but now im also wondering if theyll still have George and Harold as a framing device. Ngl i havent caught up with the new books in a hot minute, but ive heard that the boys have stopped appearing in them? if that’s true, that’s Dav’s choice and i have to respect that. ....but also i really wanna see them in CG again. pretty please dreamworks, i miss my sons so much

It mustve been a while since i last watched the movie, cus when i did on the 2nd, the Origin Issue sequence like... broke me all over again. i wrote about why its so great once for a thing that never got made actually, lemme dig that up and paste it in here

The score begins with chiptune and kazoos, two common motifs for childhood whimsy, and already a great fit for this sequence’s simple, handdrawn look.

But it doesn’t stop there! It goes from what sounds like just two or three people playing kazoos… to a whole chorus of them… which gives way to a full-fledged orchestra. It’s as dramatic a transition as… oh, say, a one-man children’s book to an animated movie by one of the top studios in the industry.

And in turn, as the comic continues, we’re brought closer and closer to the panels until the white gutter between them vanishes, and they engulf the screen. The medium through which this story’s being told has faded from awareness; all that exists now is the story itself.

But just as suddenly, we’re brought back to our true surroundings. The orchestral music ends, the chiptune returns for one last gentle sting, and we remember this epic tale’s humble origins: a comic book, written and drawn by two 4th graders. *sniff*

Another Score thing i love: you know how Captain is one big Superman parody? I think Shapiro mightve had that in mind when he composed his theme tune, because it starts with a triumphant first three notes (the “Underpaaaaants” part) — just like some of Superman’s! I dont know the right musical terms but cmon, theres a pattern there! And its so touching that they found Captain worthy of a song of that caliber!! Like yes, he IS a true superhero!! heres the epic theme song to prove it!!

Oh wow okay. So to dig up that Writing Thing, i had to open some folders i havent touched in years. And there were outlines for 10 different fanfics in there. I remember not really meaning to finish them ever, just writing them down cus the ideas wouldnt leave me alone. Hell i still dont have time to finish them now

But. Man now i feel bad for never doing anything with them. I have half a mind to post the outlines at least?? Cus someone out there might get a kick out of them?? You know what, if this hyperfixation doesnt peter out in another few days ill probably do it

Speaking of things i havent looked at in years, i listened to this song while typing all this and im tearing up now send post

#captain underpants the first epic movie #captain underpants: the first epic movie #captain underpants movie #dav pilkey #cu fandom #me talking #long #capitalizing sentences for once cus wow even i cant read half of this and i wrote it #cu movie #captain underpants #cu

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jerzwriter · 8 months ago

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I've melted... and it has nothing to do with the heat....

Ethan wasn't sure how he managed to walk into Chris's room and calmly sit down. He had such a rush of feelings as he looked at her tear stained face. The first was how unfair it was that this was where they ended up after everything they'd been through. He loved her. He doubted there would ever come a time when he didn't. The thought of losing her cut to the quick. His life, he couldn't even begin to imagine what it was going to look like after today.

OK - again - DTI flashbacks and all that guilt is rising to the surface again! lmao

Anger and fear melded together, forcing him to want to fight the inevitable. He knew Tobias was right. It galled him to admit it, but the man knew him and Chris too well. He saw right to the heart of the matter just as much as they wished to remain blind to it.

Ugh. This is so real. I've seen this in life so many times. Love is never enough. Not when you don't want the same things. In time, resentment builds, and it's a mess... it's so hard to let go, but unless one person can genuinely change, it's not going to happen. UGH.

He knew there was no reason to bring up Tobias's confession. As much as he wanted to blame him for what was happening, ultimately it came down to Chris and himself.

OMG YES! YES YES YES!

Oh and the conflicting emotions Chris is feeling.... uuuughh, that's so hard.

Swallowing back a sob, she whispered. "You were the man of my dreams." A sad smile formed on lips she knew too well. "That's the thing about dreams, Chris." His voice was hoarse with emotion. "Eventually, you wake up and see reality." He lifted their clasped hands to his cheek. "You and I have been dreaming long enough."

OK - I'm crying. But that was beautiful. Well done!

"I know we'll need time." She sniffed. "Do you think that one day we could find our way back to being friends?" He hesitated at the notion. With how much he felt for Chris, he didn't know if he could take simply being her friend. Ethan's self-preservation cried out that he refuse to ever see her again. Though they worked at the same place, being Chief would help keep them from seeing each other as little as possible. Looking into her heartbroken face and seeing that she was as devastated as he was, he knew he couldn't say no. "One day." He promised.

HOLD ME!

Tobias was waiting out in the hallway. He'd remained across the hall so as to give Ethan and Chris privacy. When the door opened and he saw his friend's face, he knew that life had permanently changed for all of them. Ethan noticed him standing there. Giving a brisk nod of acknowledgement, he got in the elevator without a word.

GUUUURRRRLLLLL!!!! Ahhh, you knocked it out of the park!

But can we take a moment to acknowledge the WICKED headache poor Chris had to have, holy shit. Get that girl all the Advil.....

OK the WHOLE section of Tobias sitting by her bed... OMFG... HELP ME.

Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, Tobias took her home.

"I think you're ready unless you need to stare at your reflection a little longer." He walked out of the room, pausing in the doorway to tease the man one last time. "I can always tell everyone that the wedding has been postponed because the groom can't tear his eyes off himself."

DEAD!

Ethan patted his back. His heart still ached from time to time, but he'd realized after a few months that he needed both Chris and Tobias in his life. He was miserable keeping them at a distance. It hurt more being without their friendship than it did seeing them together as a couple.

He was able to stand there and watch the two closest people in his life obtain their happily ever after.

OK, BUT I LOVE THIS! See, this is how I see it, too. There is a deep love between all three of them, but it's a different kind of love. Though it must have been hard to push through, in the end, it's worthwhile. Love can take on different forms, it can change... and we'd be smart if we didn't deny ourselves because of what others think or how "it's supposed to be done." I love that they were all able to remain close friends.

Right now... I'm going to go bask in the afterglow!!! Thanks so much for doing this, and I swear you'll be getting asks so I can have my Tobias/Chris fix! lol

Heart's Choice Part 3

(Ethan Ramsey x F!MC) (Tobias Carrick x F!MC) in a Choices Open Heart One shot.

A/N Here's the finale to your initial question @jerzwriter Sorry it took this long to answer 😂 Thanks for the ask ♥️

Masterlist

Part 3

He loved her. He doubted there would ever come a time when he didn't. The thought of losing her cut to the quick. His life, he couldn't even begin to imagine what it was going to look like after today.

"Ethan?" Chris reached for his hand.

He got up and moved to sit facing her on the bed. Taking her hand in his, he lifted his eyes to her face.

He adored that face. The green eyes that could twinkle with humor then burn with passion were hypnotic. Her warm smile was always directed towards him. Even the slight tilt of her nose was endearing.

Chris's bottom lip trembled, drawing his attention to her mouth.

That mouth had the ability to make him burn. Whether it was in the throes of passion or in setting off his temper, it had a power over him unlike any other. The words she'd whisper to him late at night, hearing her say how much she loved him, how could he walk away from that?

He only knew he had to.

"Chris, I think we both know what needs to be done." He began.

Silent tears began to fall down her cheeks once more.

He reached up with his free hand and gently wiped them away. He knew there was no reason to bring up Tobias's confession. As much as he wanted to blame him for what was happening, ultimately it came down to Chris and himself.

"I'm not going to change, not in the way you need me to. I can't. I won't." He lifted his eyes to hers. "I'm not the man to give you the marriage and family you want."

Chris was unable to speak. Her heart was breaking that this was what had come of their relationship. The fact that he was ending it surprised her. She'd dreaded this talk, knowing she'd have to say they couldn't be together, even though she knew deep down that it needed to be done. The thing was, she hadn't known it would hurt this much.

She loved him. He frustrated and challenged her like no one before or after him. He had a tenderness that could surprise her and make her melt at the same time. Even his dry sense of humor had a way of making her day better.

How could she let him end what they'd struggled to finally have?

She knew though, neither of them really had a choice. This was the only way they could live.

Especially since I now realize I'm in love with Tobias.

Swallowing back a sob, she whispered. "You were the man of my dreams."

A sad smile formed on lips she knew too well.

"That's the thing about dreams, Chris." His voice was hoarse with emotion. "Eventually, you wake up and see reality."

He lifted their clasped hands to his cheek. "You and I have been dreaming long enough."

Her voice hitched as more tears fell. "Do you," she closed her eyes as her shoulders began to shake with her muffled cries, "do you hate me?"

"No." He scooted closer, drawing her once more into his arms. "I don't hate you at all."

She held on to him, crying out that she didn't want to lose him.

"I know we'll need time." She sniffed. "Do you think that one day we could find our way back to being friends?"

He hesitated at the notion. With how much he felt for Chris, he didn't know if he could take simply being her friend. Ethan's self-preservation cried out that he refuse to ever see her again. Though they worked at the same place, being Chief would help keep them from seeing each other as little as possible.

Looking into her heartbroken face and seeing that she was as devastated as he was, he knew he couldn't say no.

"One day." He promised.

She tenderly kissed his cheek.

"I'm so sorry, Ethan."

"Me too." He reluctantly released her.

Ethan got to his feet. "I'll go and let you get some rest."

With one final look at Chris, he left.

Ethan noticed him standing there. Giving a brisk nod of acknowledgement, he got in the elevator without a word.

***************

A few hours later, Tobias found Chris fast asleep. She'd exhausted herself from crying over everything that happened in the last few days.

He quietly sat down in the chair next to her bed to watch her. He hated that she and Ethan had gone through this. At the same time, he couldn't help but be overjoyed in Chris returning the love he'd felt for a long time.

Tobias knew she'd need some time before they began their own new relationship. As anxious as he was to start, he was willing to wait for as long as she needed to. He'd already waited in revealing his feelings. What was a little longer to actually see his dreams come to fruition?

He relaxed back in the chair as visions of what would happen when Chris was ready came to mind.

Closing his eyes, he dreamed about her.

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Chris awoke alone that night in her hospital room. Noticing the time, she knew she would soon be dismissed from observation. She sat up and wondered if she should buzz for a nurse to find out when she could leave.

Tobias stuck his head in as he'd done every so often, saw her awake, and came inside.

"One last examination." He told her. "Then I'll release you."

She sat up straighter as he checked her vitals. He shined a small light in each of her eyes then grinned at her.

"You're good to go."

She stared at him as he wrote some notes in her chart and wondered what he was thinking. Did he know that Ethan ended things? Was he regretting telling her he loved her? He hadn't exactly said he wanted a relationship. He'd only wanted to tell her how he felt.

Tobias glanced up and caught her staring at him. Setting the chart on the bed table, he sat down on her bed.

"Now that you're no longer my patient," he said, "how are you?"

His eyes searched hers for the truth when she seemed to struggle to find the words.

"Numb, I think." She began. "A part of me is at least."

She summoned her courage to find out what he was thinking. "The other part of me is still thinking about what you and I admitted."

"Oh?" He felt his heart drop. "Do you regret saying it?"

"Of course not!" Her eyes widened that he'd ever think that. "I only regret not realizing it sooner."

She averted her eyes from his. "It was unfair to both you and Ethan that I didn't see what was happening."

"Hey." He took her hands in his. "So the timing wasn't ideal for us to admit we are in love. I know I could have waited a little longer, but I didn't want to." He shrugged. "Now that we both know how we feel, we have all the time we need to be together."

"Is that what you want?" She asked. "For us to be together in a relationship?"

"You thought I poured my heart out to you, simply to remain single?" He shook his head. "I know I said I didn't expect anything to change, but I couldn't help but hope that you loved me too. You couldn't have doubted that if you did, I would do all I could to be with you."

Chris realized how foolish her fears had been. He was right. Why would you tell someone how you felt if you weren't going to do all you could to be with them.

"Well," she said a touch nervously. "Now what do we do?"

"Take you home for your mandatory two days of rest." He told her.

"Right." She moved to get out of the bed. "I meant about us."

Tobias stopped her from moving when he placed his hands on her waist.

"I thought, if you want to that is," he explained, "that you could come to my home to recover." He explained. "I understand if you're not ready for us to begin right away, but I would like to take care of you, if you'll let me."

Tears filled her eyes again. Sniffing, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

Tobias gently rubbed her back when she tightened her arms around him.

She lifted her head, gazing up at him, and asked if he was sure he wanted to do that.

"I know I'm going to be a mess for a while." She added.

He cupped her cheek, thumb brushing her skin.

"I wouldn't have offered it if I wasn't sure." He told her.

"Then I want to go home with you." Chris admitted. "I need to be near you, especially after everything we've said."

He leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss to her forehead.

She caressed his cheek when it ended. Their eyes met and both knew they didn't need to say anything else.

Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, Tobias took her home.

***************

Epilogue...

"Ready?" Ethan asked.

Tobias looked at his reflection once more. "No. I can't get this damn tie straight."

Ethan stepped forward and untied it to start over.

"It wasn't that bad." Tobias grumbled.

"It wasn't that good either." Ethan remarked, smirking at him. "I think your nerves have gotten the better of you."

Tobias rolled his eyes in response.

"There." Ethan stepped back to study him. "I think you're ready unless you need to stare at your reflection a little longer."

He walked out of the room, pausing in the doorway to tease the man one last time. "I can always tell everyone that the wedding has been postponed because the groom can't tear his eyes off himself."

"Don't even think about doing that." Tobias followed him out. "Come hell or high water, I'm getting married today."

The two made their way towards the altar and took their positions.

"Hey?" Tobias whispered to him before Chris walked down the aisle. "Thank you."

"For what? The tie? You never did have the knack for them." Ethan whispered back.

"Not that, smartass. For this. For standing by my side. Being there for Chris," Tobias paused the moment Chris appeared and began to walk the aisle with her father. "For a lot of things that I don't have time to get into."

It gave him hope for his own future when he saw Chris in her wedding gown and didn't wish she was marrying him. The fact that she only had eyes for Tobias in this moment didn't bother him. He knew that he had made the right decision for all three of them.

He was able to stand there and watch the two closest people in his life obtain their happily ever after.

#tobias carrick #ethan ramsey #tobias x chris #EEEEEKKKK!!!!#alj4890

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doctorofmagic · 4 years ago

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Captain Marvel #28 review

In which feelings are wrecked if you’re a Doctor Strange fan.

Carol is having nightmares about her dystopic future where everyone dies and, according to her, it’s her fault.

So she decides to talk to Jess about her plan on how magic may prevent that future. Jess, in return, takes her to... yeah, Stephen.

A funny moment here - and a throwback to Jessica Jones. Stephen is definitely NOT a morning person and I love it!

Once more the sneks are being their usual filthy selves. Always glad to see them. Jess and Carol talk about this possible future and Rhodes’ daughter, the real reason why they break up. And Stephen is right there. Inconveniently enough, Jess has an emergy call and leaves Carol and Stephen alone. And boi, is it awkward.

Then, Carol asks Stephen to teach her magic, as he reacts:

I love his smile so much uuuuuuuughhhh.

Stephen realizes that Carol means it and refuses at first. But changes his mind the moment she tells him the future is in jeopardy.

He’s a little bit patronizing because this is how Kelly Thompson perceives him. That’s okay, I guess. He’s not mean or bad, he’s just worried because he knows how magic works: the cost, the time you spend to learn it, the devotion. It’s not an easy thing to do.

Next, Carol changes her outfit to match her new magic self. Here’s a meme (and I bet the guy is looking at both Stephen and Carol haha, no, you can’t change my mind.)

Here’s an interesting thing: Stephen takes Carol to the NEW Bar With No Doors. They talk about how Loki destroyed the last one, another throwback to Doctor Strange v4/v1 (Cates’ run). No Loki allowed!!!

And oh, this new bar looks amazing! Also big shout out to the nonb inclusive restroom. I appreciate it on a spiritual level, thanks.

Now, let’s get started with the suffering. See how Carol and Stephen are just having a good time again????? See Stephen’s smile? SEE THAT? Hold that thought.

Stephen then tells Carol that she has to clean her mind so she can learn magic properly. To do so, she needs to enter the “cat-room” (yeah, it’s called Schrodinger) and find the answer she’s looking for. Spoiler alert: it’s not good for Carol.

Look at my vulnerable boi uuuughh. “I’m helping you the best way I know how. This room has helped me see before... When my mind was clouded by fear and guilt. Shame. I thought it might help you too. ...I’m trying.”

HE’S TRYING, CAROL. He’s also hurting. He never overcame his insecurities. Oh. My. Vishanti. It hurts so much. And then he, he, he...

I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.

No, wait. I’ll try. I have to because there’s a ton of things that I need to say.

First of all, they were both aware that they affair meant nothing. And that’s fine. They were okay with it. They were both vulnerable and lonely. It happens. But Carol thought it was a mistake. A big mistake. Remember when Jess and Carol knocked on his door? She was avoiding Stephen. She didn’t even want to see him.

But then they bond again because of magic. And Stephen opens himself to her. He shows her his vulnerable side, his fears and insecurities. His GUILT. REMEMBER HOW MUCH I TALK ABOUT HIS GUILT? IT’S A THING™

And he goes for a kiss because, LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, STEPHEN IS ALREADY IN LOVE WITH CAROL.

No, it’s not out of the blue. He be like that. He’s damaged, broken, vulnerable. It’s not hard for him to fall in love with someone who is kind to him in return. Even the simplest affecionate word. Because Stephen, he has this BIG HEART FULL OF LOVE ready to drown people in it. But he’s also afraid of hurting them. And that’s why he’d rather be alone and push people away. He struggles with anxiety and fear and guilt. He doesn’t find himself worthy at all.

But he’s also like: “I didn’t mean to fall in love, I’m sorry”. Wait, it gets worse.

So they were fine with their colorful friendship with benefits. Or their one-night stand, whatever. “This meant nothing. We’re not supposed to develop feelings for each other”. Okay, he can do that. Only he CAN’T. Because these things, you don’t get to control these things. They simply happen. And now Stephen just realized that he has feelings for her but it’s one-sided. He knew. He knew he wasn’t supposed to have feelings for Carol. But he did all the same because we’re talking about Stephen.

And now?????? HE’S GOING TO SUFFER, JUST. LIKE. WE. FEARED.

Because Carol certainly haven’t forgotten Rhodes. She spent weeks mourning him. They have a history. What history does Carol share with Stephen? Avengers? Civil War? New Avengers? Pfff. This is nothing. She doesn’t really want to be with him. And it’s fine, it’s fine. BUT IT’S NOT FINE BECAUSE HE’S IN PAIN AND IT’S EXCRUCIATING.

How does one erase feelings they’re not supposed to have? He never asked for that.

Stephen had one (1) day of happiness and it’s already ruined. Marvel doesn’t want him to be happy and it breaks my heart and soul. I just want him to be happy uuughhh I’m no doing great right now.

The rest of the chapter is: Carol goes for more mystic allies, including daughter Illyana. But Stephen warned them all, pretty much what he did when Logan wanted to go back to the past. So Carol looks for Enchantress and that’s it. End of the chapter. I’m broken and hurt.

My only comfort is Jacopo Camagni’s art. He’s my new favorite artist with my new favorite Stephen. No one has ever drawn Stephen like him. I’m in love. I’m in pain. I want him to be held and protected.

I’m done.

#doctor strange #stephen strange #captain marvel #carol danvers #jessica drew #spider-woman #jacopo camagni #review #analysis #wednesday tomes #marvel comics

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years ago

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Naughty Little Princess

MOVIE STAR WARS THE FORCE AWAKENS COUPLE THANISSON X READER RATING SMUT!!!!

I sat at my desk going about my usual work for the day press this button, move this thing, press that button, sip my coffee, all the usual boring things of my job, listening to music thought my headset instead of the channels I was meant to, not like it's ever anything interesting anyway. My mind went back to y/n as it often does all alone in our quarters, I wonder what she's up to, I wonder if she's baked me more cookies!

Just then my phone went off in my pocket so I got it and checked it under the table

'y/n <3 🌌'

- hi thanisson darlin x I need a word can you change into channel 682?

I smiled widely putting my phone away and changing to the chanel she wanted me on and instantly I could hear her sweet little humming

"You sound so beautiful" I cooed to her quietly not wanting anyone to know who I was talking to

"Do I? Don't I always?"

"Of course you do, what's the matter? What did you need a word about?"

"It was a lie. I just missed you"

"Awww... I missed you too" I smiled

"Ummmm" she whines

"You know I miss you princess" I told her and she giggled "you didn't miss me, your just ... horny" I whispered

"I can't help it, all alone all day, with my master so far away" she whined

"Uumm, princess. Don't make me come back there and give you a spanking" I warn her

"Ohh please master, you know I can't help myself all alone" she whines and I heard a familiar sound our bed creaking

"That doesn't mean my princess gets to touch herself while masters at work"

"Please... You can listen all the time I promise, and I'll do whatever you ask me to master"

"Anything I ask?'

"Anything"

"Change, into that little pink set I bought you, and you're dress'

"Which dress?" She asks playfully

"Your princess dress" I told her

"Yes master" she giggled humming her little tune as she changed, I focused on my work trying hard not to picture her laid on our bed, in her little pink lace bra, panties and thigh highs, on her little white and pink dress "all dressed, can I play now master?"

"Maybe, but if you wanted to play why did you tell me you wanted to talk?" I asked her "or is it my little princess wants to play to masters voice?" I smirked as quiet as I could

"Please master, I miss you so badly, just a little play time" she whines

"Okay, give me a sec" I smirked finishing my work off and taking my break but keeping my headset on going down the halls a little until I found a little storage room we barely use "okay, have you done as master asked princess?"

"Yes master"

"Good, now first before we have any playtime I want my little princess to spank herself"

"Yes master" she giggled and I heard a little slap

"No, no princess, better then that. Master wants to hear you squeal"

"Yes master," she giggled and I heard a firm hard slap, making her whine "uhhh"

"Another" I ordered

"Uughhh! Yes master" she gasped as she did it again

"Another, harder."

"Yes master" she whines "uuuughh!"

"Umm that's my princess. Now give those sexy breasts a grope and tell me if your nipples are nice and hard yet?"

"Yes master, they are"

"Then rub on them, hard. So it makes your thighs rub together" I ordered

"Yes master" she giggled "uhh... Uuhh.. uuuuhhhhh!" She moaned

"Ummmm that's my princess. Now how wets that pussy?"

"Dripping my master"

"Dripping? Ummm dirty little princess"

"Yes master" she cooes

"Tell me how it tastes"

"What?"

"Tell master how his princess tastes" I ordered

"Like sugar" she giggled

"Sugary sweet? You must really be horny" I smirked "but we're not playing with that yet princess" I smirked undoing my pants letting lose my hard on

"But master"

"But nothing. My little princess misses me? Needs her master's voice? Your gonna get it, and get it just like I was there. Get your pink toy and your heart then we can play princess" I smirked stroking my shaft listening to her moving around

"Yes master" she giggled laying back on the bed

"Good, now set the pink toy up but don't turn it on just yet"

"But master... Please it aches" she whines

"And I'll make it ache alot more if you disobey your master princess."

"Yes master" she nods "should I remove my panties?"

"No. Keep them on, but you can put the toy under"

"Yes master" she giggled I smirked imaging her slipping back those panties and resting that sexy toy under them the little wire moving down and the control box snugly stuffed in the top of her thigh highs "uuhhh.... Ughhh!" She gasped

"I said off princess"

"I didn't mean to it pressed on the elastic"

"Liar." I growled "now turn it on three and turn over"

"Yes master" she giggled "uuughhh uuuuuhh!" She gasped as I just heard the vibration from her panties

"On your stomach. Now"

"Yes master" she gasped turning over clearly still unable to stop her moans feeling her toy work I smirked my stroking now turned to jerking off listening to her moan "uhhh master! Master!" She whines

"Ummm you bad bad girl" I growled "now take your heart and..."

"And what master?" She giggled playing with me

"And spank yourself for me"

"Yes master"

"Go on the princess. Hard. Master wants to hear you"

"Yes master" she giggled before she gasped "uhh! Uughhh! Uuuuuhhhhhhh!"

"Harder."

"Uughhhhhhhhh! Uuuuuuughhh! Ughh Master!"

"Ummm such a bad, bad girl. Such a bad little princess, you've been a very naughty girl." I growled "harder. I want to see that heart shape on your ass when I get home"

"Yes master" she whines moaning and squeal I every time she spanked herself

"Uuummmm... Such a bad bad girl touching her pretty self, calling up her master so she can masturbate over my voice, what a bad bad little girl, what a naughty girl, a very naughty little princess." I groaned getting close listening to her "a very naughty little princess, that masters gonna fucking destroy when he gets home"

"Please master, please..." She begs "I'm desperate"

"You admit it then? You need your master?"

"I need my master! Please!" She screamed

"Say it."

"I was a bad girl"

"Umm good"

"A bad bad little girl who need to be punished,"

"Ughh! More more come on" I groaned getting close

"A naughty little princess who needs her master to fuck her innocent again"

"Uuuuughhhh!!! That's my girl! That's my princess! I'll fuck that slutty pussy innocent if I have to fucking tie you down and have my way with you for the next week." I groaned "master's gonna give that ass such a spanking, your gonna have a heart brusie from your paddle for a month I promise" I growled "uhhh masters close princess, ummmm make master cum" I groaned my cock twitching and my hips bucking desperate for her

"Please master, your little princess is dripping waiting for her master to fuck her, and give her a good spanking where she's been ever so naughty"

"Uuuuhhhhh!!! Princess!' I moaned as I came all over the wall gasping for breath while she whined in my ear "ummmm is my princess touching to hearing her master get off?"

"No" she lied

"Ummm bad bad girl. Turn it up to five and leave it there, I'll be there in an hour. I want you on your stomach, with your bare ass in the air, dripping pussy, in a puddle of your own squirt, with your heart waiting for me. And if I see you've turned it down? Or you haven't cum? Or you've disobeyed your master?" I ordered "else I'll treat my naughty little princess like the dirty whore she is"

"Yes master."

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pastriibunz · 1 year ago

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[Part 3 out of 3]: The Final Number

THERE IS SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT CURSES

EVERY LINE HAS A MEANING

well not every line but a majority do

BUT FIRST THE SONG AS A WHOLE

so, as implied by Kai’s lil speech before the song, Curses was the headlining song for the last show of the tour, where Kai would be back in Unington with her friends and family

Kai was so excited for it and so were her friends

It was probably her favorite song

Also Kai’s movements/choreo probably isn’t as expressive because it was meant to be preformed with 5 other people: her best friends

the infection/pokey is making a mockery of what she once loved: preforming with her friends and family

AND THEN THERES THE FACT KAI IS FIGHTING FOR CONTROL OF HER BODY THE ENTIRE TIME??????

YEHA

SHES IN THERE

SHES BEING FORCED TO WATCH WJAY WAS ONCE HER BODY BE PUPPETEERED TO MOCK THE ONE THING THAT MADE HER HAPPY

EVERY TIME KAI CRIES THATS HER

SHES TRYING TO LIVE AND REACH OUT FOR PAUL AND EMMA, SILENTLY BEGGING FOR THEM TO SAVE HER

UUUUGHH

okay now lyrics that I’ve assigned meanings:

“There's a fire in my brain and I'm burning up!” -> “Fire” = infection/blue shit, “burning up” = dying

“When this house don’t feel like home? When this house don’t feel like home?!” -> her body/“house”is not hers anymore and it no longer feels like home

“The devil's after both of us!” -> the devil is pokey :0 when she first sings it, she’s talking about herself and Emma, when it repeats, she’s talking about Paul and Emma

“When the war starts in my heart?” -> war between her and the infection (she wants Paul and Emma to leave and be happy, infection wants bloodshed obv

OKAY ONTO MY INSANITY

HE SEES KAI REACHING OUT FOR HIM :[[[[

IT WAS KAI BTW SHES BEGGING THEM FOR HELP

GHHHH

THE FUCKING APOTHEOSIS DANGLING UNINGTON/HER FRIENDS AND FAMILY IN FRONT OF HER LIKE A FUCKING TOY

JUST FUCKING RUBBING IT IN HER FACE THAT SHE LOST

BY THE WAY KAI NEVER GETS TO GO BACK TO UNINGTON, EVEN IN DEATH

okay i was talking about it with my pals and the infection/pokey wouldn’t even give the PLEASURE of seeing what Kai has become to be to her friends/family back in Unington

like the last thing her friends and family in Unington see is some random ass infected people on the boat/bus that Kai was supposed to return home on

their last words were them begging to know if Kai was okay

DURING THIS PART ITS MOCKING KAIS POSE SHE WAS DOING WHEN SHE WAS BEGGING FOR GODS HELP

THEY ARE MOCKING THIS BITCH

BIIIIIIIG FUCK YOU TO @local-soda-can HERE

THEY WROTE THIS PART NOT ME

THE FACT THAT THEY ARE WILLING TO PUT ASIDE THEIR BEEF WITH CLIVESDALE FOR EVEN THE SLIGHTEST HOPE THAT KAIS STILL IN THERE???

OUGH

THEY HAVE BEEN TOLD PEOPLE DIE THE MOMENT THEY START SINGING

“BUT NOT THEIR KID!!” THEY THINK

THEY REFUSE TO BELIEVE SHES DEAD

After all: There’s a reason there’s a word for a child who lost their parents, and not a word for a parent who’s lost their child.

It’s not supposed to happen.

THEY ARE LITERALLY KILLING HER

BREAKING HER BODY IN, SO TO SPEAK

fuck you @local-soda-can you aren’t allowed to do this to me

SHE IS FIGHTING FOR HER BODY

IT IS A LOSING BATTLE BUT SHE STILL FIGHTS

BC SHES KAI DREW

fuck you @local-soda-can part 3

OKAY THIS PART

THIS PART WHEN PAUL AND EMMA BACK UP

KAI REALIZES HERE THAT SHE IS TOO FAR GONE

SHE CANT BE SAVED

SHES ALREADY DEAD SHES JUST WAITING FOR HER BRAIN TO GIVE OUT

but Paul and Emma are safe.

so maybe, just maybe, if she can put herself out of her misery, she’ll be free, and maybe it’ll distract the hive for long enough so they can escape

After all, they’re still in Hatchetfield.

It’s contained, away from the mainland, right?

she’ll die so they can live.

she didn’t matter, but they did.

she hopes they can live happily in Unington.

or maybe on a little pot farm in Colorado.

she doesn’t care.

as long as they get to be happy.

she just needs to put herself out of her misery.

but how is she gonna do that?

WELL

CHEKHOVS GUN BABYYYYYY

YWAHHHHH 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

TOLD YOU WE NEEDED MCNAMARA THERE

also I’d imagine Pokey is only feigning worry

if he really didn’t want Kai to shoot herself, he would’ve stopped it

i think he’s only feigning worry so that Kai’ll believe she’s doing something that’ll allow her to win and beat him

in reality? well, more on that later.

the final blow is dealt by her own hand, obviously.

that smile is her, as well.

she’s trying to say that “it had to happen. i’m sorry i had to do this to you. i love you guys a lot and i hope that you get to escape and be happy. i’m sorry i couldn’t be there to see it. i love you, please just keep living on and be happy for me, okay?”

but mostly what she’s trying to say?

“goodbye.”

But they don’t escape

Obviously

They love her way too much to let that happen

so they cry over her broken body.

and then this happens-

outlining this moment altered my brain chemistry

I had @local-soda-can on call as we were writing it out

I had already told them about Kai glocking herself in the head prior to the ending

BUT

I didn’t tell them about “Kai” waking up again

and to transcribe the moment the best I can from memory:

“…wait. Wait. WAIT. WAIT. WAIT.”

And then they turned their camera on and flipped me off

it was great

Also at this point in the script Kai is no longer referred to as Kai but rather as Kai’s body and is referred to as “it”

I think that’s cool

HE IS IN DENIAL AND THAT HURTS ME ☹️

fuck you @local-soda-can part 4

THIS SCREENSHOT GOES HARD AS HELL

I FELT SO COOL WHILE WRITINH IT

okay nowww

it feels a bit better right?

at least it’s still in Hatchetfield where it’s contained and isn’t in clivesdale where everyone else is infected right????

*LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER*

WRONG

ysee I THOUGHT OF THAT

SO WHAT DID I DO???

THEYRE USING THE TOUR ROUTE BABY!!

WHICH, IN KAIS SPEECH, IS SAID TO GO ROUNF YHE COUNTRY

AND KAIS FAMOUS ENOUGH TO GO ON A TOUR

ITS THE PERFECT WAY TO INFECT AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE

ALSO MAYBE YOURE LIKE “at least there was no inevitable right??”

*LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER*

WRONG AGAIN

HAHAHHAHSHAHAH

EVERYONE JUMPSCARE

SHE KNOWS HOW TO SAY IT 🫵😨‼️

and that’s it!!!

That’s my stinky lil analysis/ramble of Kai’s ending

I might do this again who knows

Okiiii byeeeee :3

TKWDLM ending ramble/analysis!!!

[Part 1 out of 3]: Overall Thoughts

I wanna ramble about tkwdlm (more specifically the ending) so forgive me

‼️⚠️🚨SPOILERS BELOW🚨⚠️‼️

‼️⚠️🚨READ THE SCRIPT FULLY FIRST BEFORE YOU CHECK THIS OUT!!!!🚨⚠️‼️

‼️⚠️🚨YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED🚨⚠️‼️

Kai’s ending depresses me man

Like JEEZ who let me cook

First of all it feels *inevitable* that this would happen

If you’ve read the script (WHICH YOU SHOULD HAVE SO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT 🫵😡‼️‼️‼️‼️), then you know that throughout the run of TKWDLM, Kai has kept insisting that she “needs to be a hero” and “save the world” and shit

so it just feels obvious that Kai would sacrifice herself so the world is safe

Plus there’s a line after Not Your Seed that is supposed to imply Kai is suicidal

That one^

but during the run of the show the characters (most specifically Paul) (really only him and Emma-) have been trying to keep kai safe and convince her that this was out of her control and that she doesn’t need to be a hero

so maybe it feels like maybe, just maybe she wouldn’t

but she does anyway

and that just hurts because it’s like no matter how much love and affection and support she’s shown and no matter how much you try to convince her she doesn’t have to be a hero, she won’t believe you because it’s just been beaten into her brain again and again for 8 years that she has to be a hero or her life won’t be worth it.

second of all she’s been thinking about doing this

the thought probably started the moment she realized the apocalypse was happening and lives were in danger but she kept brushing it off

and then during AIGA when McNamara points at her, calling her “the final solution”, that’s the moment where Kai realizes that she has to die for the world to be safe

the thing is though, she doesn’t know whether that was McNamara himself or the infection manipulating her

like maybe it was McNamara, fighting for control and pointing to Kai for help because he knows what she can do and he believes and has hope that she will be strong enough to stop the infection

or maybe it was the infection itself, trying to manipulate Kai into letting her guard down to sacrifice herself so they can infect her

but it’s been a long time coming

also McNamara’s gun is kind of a chekhovs gun in TKWDLM

Y’know, the principle that if a writer features a gun in a story, there must be a reason for it, such as it being fired some time later in the plot?

well

it doesn’t get fired on AIGA-

When does it get fired???

Not telling yet :3

More on that later lets focus on parts in particular

#kai drew #oc #tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #tkwdlm #the kai who didn’t like musicals #hatchetfield #emma perkins #paul matthews #ramble #analysis maybe???#love how I slowly become more incoherent as this post goes on

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mr-smith-wesson · 4 years ago

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sam and dean (gen) fic recs !!!

Back with more recs <3 if you read any let me know! And as always credit to the amazing authors you are truly doing the lords work!! For the next rec I’m going to try other sites besides ao3 bc that’s my usual <3

https://roque-clasique.livejournal.com/140753.html - Sam and Dean are in pain for different reasons. ( Dean drinks too much and Sam misses him :( so of course I’m obsessed. WARNING: alcoholism)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/658891/chapters/1201351 - Sam thinks he has screwed up one time too many and he makes a choice. (This one relates to ep 8x6... This HURT. (WARNING: suicide attempt)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29002701 - Dean doesn’t want to teach sam to drive. (UUUUGHH MY HEART. JUST GO READ IT. IT FEELS VERY MUCH LIKE SOMETHING THAT WOULD HAPPEN IN CANON)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26053147/chapters/63360448 - Sam and dean like sharing a bed. (NEED I SAY MORE?? I have read so many platonic bed sharing fics <3 a favorite.)

#spn fic rec #fic rec #gen fic recs #i love doing recs even if nobody asked id do them lmao <3

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kodzumie-archived · 4 years ago

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Kirigiricandy is a smutty mastermind but can we talk about big sis Alexis?! She's the queen of fluff! Both of them are absolutely impeccable and their thoughts and headcanons are just marvelous

Kirigiricandy is a GODDESS at smut, like I am seriously in awe at the pure masterpieces they send—AAAH THEY’RE AMAZING!! THEY MAKE ME LOVE CHARACTERS I DIDN’T CARE FOR PREVIOUSLY AND THAT’S TRUE POWER RIGHT THERE!!! (they made me a whore for Rantaro and I adore them for that)

bUT BIG SIS ALEXIS. I WILL ALWAYS, AND I MEAN ALWAYS, BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT THEIR IDEAS AND WRITING CAUSE AJDHEJEN

THEIR FLUFF IS EXQUISITE!!! IT MELTS MY HEART EVERY TIME JUST BY THE IDEA ITSELF BUT YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES ME FALL IN LOVE WITH IT EVEN MORE?? THE WAY THEY ARTICULATE THEIR IDEAS AND WRITE IT OUT WITH SUCH SKILL AJDHEJE—

THEY SERIOUSLY HAVE SUCH INCREDIBLE WRITING I GENUINELY STRIVE TO BE LIKE THEM CAUSE WAAAH!! IT’S SO GOOD!! THEY ARE SO, SO FLUENT WITH THE FLOW OF THEIR IDEAS AND IT CONVEYS SUCH ELEGANCE IN EACH WORD I AM IN AWE EACH AND EVERY TIME

If they ever decide to post any writings, I would go support each and every work in a heartbeat cause they are phenomenal.

HONESTLY SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE SENT IN IDEAS THAT MAKE ME JUST—

“Take my blog. TAKE IT!!” THEY ARE ALL SO INCREDIBLE AND JUST SO TALENTED AND IMMACULATE LIKE UUUUGHH I LOVE EVERYONE SO MUCH

🤠 anon, Kirigiricandy, and 👀 anon are the LEADERS of smut. LIKE THEY REIGN OVER SMUT AS THE UNHOLY TRINITY SJDHEK AAAAHH I LOVE THEM SM WAAAH

🤠 ANON CAME OVER HERE AND LITERALLY BROUGHT OUT THE INNER PREY IN ME WITH THEIR PREDATOR NAGITO!! LIKE AAAAHH IT WAS SO HOT, I NEVER THOUGHT I’D BE INTO FEAR PLAY BUT IFHEHDIDJ YES YES YES!!!

👀 ANON OMFG I NEED TO LET THIS OUT BUT THEIR SCENARIOS ARE THE REASON I BREATHE CAUSE WAAAAH!!! EACH OF THEM HIT THE MARK THEY’RE SO GOOD!! I KID YOU NOT I LEAP IN JOY EVERY TIME I NOTICE AN ASK FROM THEM SIEGEID THEY’RE SO TALENTED AND THEIR MIND IS TRULY IMMACULATE

AND @/KOMAEDABRAINROT TOO CAUSE THEIR PREDATOR NAGITO IS SO SO WAAAH IT’S LITERALLY SO IN SYNC WITH HIS CHARACTER AND DESCRIBED WITH SUCH DETAIL I LITERALLY LOVE THEIR MIND AND BRAINROTS SO MUCH!!!

AND AND MASTERMIND NAGITO ANON WITH THE PODIUM SMUT IDEA WAAAAHHH I LOST MY MIND WITH THAT ASK IT WAS SO HOT AHDHEJ!!!

And @/Oop-Komaeda’s adorable domesticity idea; doing facemasks with Nagito!! 🥺 AND THEY JUST SENT IN A SEXC IDEA AAAAA I LOVE THEIR MIND!!!

AND 🍞 ANON WITH DRAGON ANON MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH KOKICHI MORE AND MORE!!! THEIR SHARED POWER OF KOKICHI FLUFF MAKES ME SOB IT’S SO PRECIOUS!!!

🍩 ANON AND THEIR ADORABLE IDEAS ARE JUST- AAAAHH!! AND I’M PRETTY SURE THEY WERE THE ONE THAT STARTED THE SHIFTING DISCUSSION ON THIS BLOG WHICH I LOVE THEM FOR!! AND AAAHH I REALLY WOULD LOVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THEY SHIFTED CAUSE AAAH DID THEY GET MARRIED WITH NAGITO?!

🍧 PIGGY BACK RIDING WITH NAGITO WAS A CONCEPT I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED UNTIL YOU BROUGHT IT UP AND YOUR MIND IS LITERALLY *CHEFS KISS* THAT SCENARIO IS SO ADORABLE AND MY HEART BECAME A PUDDLE FROM HOW CUTE IT WAS!!

🛼 ANON, SELFISH NAGITO GIVES ME LIFE!! GAAAH I LOVE THE IDEA OF HIM JUST SNAPPING AND TAKING WHAT HE WANTS, AND WHEN YOU SENT YOUR ASK IN OF THAT IDEA I SWEAR I WAS LIGHTHEADED BY HOW HOT IT WAS CAUSE AAAAAH!! IT WAS SO GOOD!!

🍨 ANON!! REMEMBER WHEN YOU SENT IN SHUICHI WITH AN S/O THAT CARRIES A STUFFED TOY WITH THEM?? I NEVER STOPPED THINKING ABOUT THAT!! IT LITERALLY IS THE CUTEST HEADCANON AND I FEEL SO HAPPY TO HAVE BEEN ABLE TO WITNESS SUCH AN ADORABLE IMAGERY!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

THOSE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD BUT THEY ARE ALL SO BIG-BRAINED AND I LOVE EVERYTHING THEY’VE EVER SAID CAUSE WAAAHH THEY’RE SO INCREDIBLE!!

#kodzu.asks!#kodzu’s.loves!#AAAH I LOVE EVERYONE SM THEY’RE ALL AMAZING #THIS GOES FOR ANYONE WHO’S EVER SENT ANYTHING IN #LIKE AAAAHH IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO SEE YOUR AMAZING IDEAS

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lilundertale03 · 4 years ago

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For Forever (Mystery Skulls Fanfic)

For Forever Warning: Attempted suicide is mentioned. If it’s too triggering please please don’t read. It’s too cringe anyway. Arthur sat alone in his room, clutching a photograph of Vivi, Lewis, Mystery and himself. It was taken before the accident… before the guilt of killing Lewis started to weigh down on him, making him depressed. Arthur let out a sigh, getting up from his bed. He needed to go for a walk. Leaving his apartment, he made his way toward an old park. The place he’d first met Lewis. 10 year old Arthur swung gently on the swing, watching the children run back and forth on the playground. Nobody paid him any attention. Who’d want to be friends with the weird kid anyway? “Hey! What are you doing on my swing?” Arthur stumbled out of his seat, muttering an apology to the local bully. “I-i’m sorry! H-here, you can t-take it!” He tried to walk away, but the bully grabbed him by his t-shirt. “Nuh uh! You’re not getting away that easily!” He growled, attempting to throw a punch at the terrified boy. Arthur closed his eyes, expecting a beating. That is, until he felt himself drop, the bully letting go of him as he let out a grunt of surprise. “Hey! Stop that idiot!” Arthur opened his eyes to see a young 12 year old boy with magenta hair holding a rock. “I’ll stop when you stop picking on him.” He replied, pointing to the crying blond-haired boy at the bully’s feet. “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?” The bully mocked, to which the magenta haired boy threw the stone, hitting the bully square in the face. The bully screamed, running away as his nose started to bleed. With a satisfied huff, the boy walked over to Arthur, helping him to his feet. “Are you ok?” He asked. Arthur nodded. “Th-thanks.” He replied. “I’m Lewis, what’s your name?” “A-Arthur.” “Nice to meet you Arthur. Wanna be friends?” “S-sure!”

Arthur shook his head, and kept walking. They’d been friends since that day, almost inseparable. Why did he have to get jealous over a stupid relationship? Reaching a field, Arthur looked over to a large tree on the hill. He and Lewis always spent their time hanging out. It was their place, their secret hide away. He still remembered how the two would always have competitions of who could climb the highest. That was how he’d broken his arm in high school. As he stood on the side walk, a thought came into his mind. His frowned deepened, as he climbed the small fence, and started walking toward the tall tree. That was when he suddenly saw it. A phantom of a familiar friend. “L-lewis?” Arthur whispered quietly, unsure that what he was seeing was real. The phantom, Lewis, waved to him, motioning him toward the large tree in the field. Arthur ran, laughing as he reached the tree Lewis was now climbing. One foot after another, one branch then to another, Arthur followed him, climbing higher and higher. Reaching the same branch his best friend, Arthur felt the sun shine on his face. Lewis held out his hand, inviting the boy to sit down with him. Leaning over, Arthur heard a crack, the branch he was standing on giving way. He reached toward his best friend, screaming as he fell. But Lewis was no where in sight, leaving Arthur to fall. Arthur hit the ground hard. He’d jumped from the tree. He couldn’t take it. The look Lewis gave him the day he died, full of betrayal and fear…he just couldn’t. The guilt overwhelmed him. Nothing was going to be the same again, was it?

“Arthur! C’mon buddy, you need to wake up! You can’t leave us!” A hand gently shook his shoulder. Arthur groaned, opening his eyes slowly. His right arm was numb, and he winced in pain as he tried to move it. As his vision slowly returned, the blond-haired boy could see a familiar, ghostly skull with magenta hair towering over him, worry written on his features. “My god Arthur, you gave me a heart attack! The ambulance is coming, just stay with me a little longer.” Lewis said, putting a hand over Arthur’s forehead. Arthur smiled slightly. He really did come back… “Arthur…what were you thinking?” Lewis asked gently. They were inside a hospital, Arthur sitting on his bed with a cast on his right arm, as Lewis sat in the guest chair. Arthur didn’t say anything. Tears started to flow down his cheeks as he remembered all he’d done to the ghost sitting in front of him. “I-i…I c-can’t…” he said between his sobs. He closed his eyes. “I-I hurt you, L-lewis. Y-you’re dead b-because of me. Th-those memories from the c-cave… they n-never left…the guilt was too overwhelming…I-i’m so sorry Lewis.” He turned away from the skeleton, not wanting Lewis to see him like this. He heard shuffling, before he felt strong arms wrap around him in a tight hug. Arthur looked up at his best friend. “Arthur, everything’s ok now. I’m still here with you guys, aren’t I?” Lewis said gently, rubbing Arthur’s back in an attempt to calm him down. Arthur hugged back, the tears still flowing as he tried to calm himself down. A few minutes went by, and Arthur pulled back, rubbing his eyes as he chuckled. “L-look at me. Being a pathetic child.” He said, looking at Lewis. “Th-thanks man. I g-guess I needed that…” Lewis seemed to smile. “Of course. I’m always here for you if you need to talk. Just promise me you won’t do it again, ok?” Arthur nodded. He knew now that Lewis didn’t hate him. He wasn’t a burden, a failure. He could always count on his best friend if he ever needed help. I just hope that you have someone too. There will always be someone who’ll want to listen to you. You’re not a burden to anyone, and the world would never be the same without you. You’re not a failure, you never were. Remember that. A/N: Yes I was listening to For Forever as I was writing this haha. Sorry if it is a bit depressing. You can take this as a ship or as a close friendship. You don’t always need romance for comfort and angst do you? sorry if it makes no sense uuuughh... A lil announcement too: i finally did a cringe Mystery Skulls Animated Reader Included Book. If you wanna read it I could post it on here since there’s only four chapters.

#mystery skulls animated #lewis #arthur #fanfiction #for forever #i might need to make a mystery skulls blog lol

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specialmindz · 4 years ago

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“PAPYRUS! PAPYRUS WHERE ARE YOU?”

BUBBH!

“PAPYRUS!”

Sans poked the baby bones currently playing the bathtub. “hey uh, bro? i think dad wants you…”

“PAH-PYRUS!”

SPLASH SPLASH!

“WHAT YOU WANT STINK DADDY? I’S MAKING MOOSIC OVER HERE!”

The infant continued splashing in the tub, the bubbles floating gently through the air with each slap the water received. “UNDER DA’ SEA! UNDER DA’ SEEEA! DOWN HERE IT WETTER, DOWN HERE IT BETTER, TAKE IT FROM BAY-A-BEEEEE!”

CAP CAP CAP!

CA-THINK, WHAM!

“ugh! dad, you don’t have to slam open the door like that-”

“WHERE’S MY KEYBOARD, YOU LITTLE SHIT?”

SPLASH SPLASH!

“I don’t know what you’s talkin’ bout’. What is dis ‘key-board’ you speak of? Is a board game?”

“YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS! YOU USE IT WHEN YOU’RE USING MY COMPUTER! TELL ME WHERE IT IS THIS INSTANT!”

SPLASH!

Papyrus stopped. “Why you need it so bad? You’s a scientist, not a moosician! I’S the only one with musical talent round’ here! Listen to mah jams!”

SPLASH SPLASH!

“UNDER DA’ SEA-”

“THAT’S THE WRONG KIND OF KEYBOARD!”

“uh oh,” said Sans, studying the water. The surface of it was almost completely obscured by bubbles, but he had a good idea of what lay beneath. Papyrus normally didn’t even like bubbles, as they got in his eye sockets and made it hard to see where he was swimming, but today he actually asked for extra suds in order to create “special effects” for a “concert” he was performing.

It looked like Gaster had the same idea too, as a trademarked sigh of unmistakable misery escaped him.

Heh heh, it’s like watching a balloon slowly lose its will to live…

SPLASH SPLASH, SPLASH SPLASH!

“It’s under the water isn’t it?”

“Nyeh?”

“My keyboard. It’s underwater.”

Papyrus looked down at the water and then back up at his father. “I do bad Daddy?”

“Yes Papyrus, you’ve made a mistake...”

“I fuk up yo’ life?”

“Yes Papyrus, you’ve ‘fucked up my life,’ now give me my keyboard so I can repair it.”

“Mmm…no. No, I’s gonna fix it. I already has an idea, in fact! I can still make dis work.” Papyrus licked the water. “Yep. Daz the problem. That’s the problem right there. I got the suds, but the water not be salty enough. SNAS!”

“AHH! wh-what? what do ya’ want pap?” asked Sans, putting a hand against his skull.

“Well FIRST, I’d like you to pay attention,” said the baby. “We gots a situation over here and you’s dreaming bout’ eating Sabastian!” The infant pointed to a dead crab floating in the bath near his feet. It had CLEARLY been eaten a long time ago by someone else, probably a human seeing as Papyrus got all his stuff from the Dump, but apparently the shell was all he needed to play pretend.

“I needs you to search the Powder Place and finds the salt,” said Papyrus, now pointing at the bathroom cabinet.

The bathroom cabinet was where the family keep their cleaning supplies. Heavy-duty powder that was used to clean up serious messes regular soap couldn’t handle, pest control bottles that sprayed foul-smelling chemicals, and copious amounts of baby powder lined the floor of the cabinet. Some of the bottles and boxes were neatly arranged, but most of the supplies had been knocked over, their contents scattered everywhere due to a combination of missing lids and an unsupervised baby…at least that’s what Papyrus said.

His little brother didn’t like the Powder Place very much, and at one point he even tried to do something about it, admitting fully that he had once purposely spilled the contents of the baby powder in order to make the area smell like an infant rather than Catty’s litterbox room. It was Papyrus’s argument that cleaning supplies should never smell like fresh fruit.

“Be careful Snas, it may smell delicious in there, but erything be poison. Big people’s use it as a trick to kill off fat babies.”

“Don’t be absurd! That’s not even close to being correct.”

“Yes it is. Big people’s like their monies and a fat baby is a baby that eats alllll the time. Food costs money, so they buy poison that smell like food to get rid of the baby without legal con-see-quences.”

“That’s not true, who TOLD you that?”

“Dirt-Butt.”

“*Sigh*”

Of COURSE it was Dirt-Butt.

“Dirt-Butt” was ALWAYS saying nonsense, though it really didn’t bother Gaster as much as every other source of knowledge the infant found. He was usually relieved in fact. Papyrus was used to getting stereotypical info from the media, but the things Dirt-Butt told him more often than not, actually kept him out of trouble.

If only headaches weren’t still the norm…

“NO DADDY, DON’T USE DA’ LECTRICAL HOLE! DIRT-BUTT SAY PICHU LIVE IN THERE!”

“…What?”

“dirt-butt told pappy that pikachus were electric mice who made their homes in electrical outlets,” explained Sans, playing a game on his phone.

“IS TOO! PIKACHU’S BABIES LIVE IN THERE! YOU’S GONNA POKE EM’ IN THE BUTT!” Papyrus covered the holes of the outlet with his hands, Determined to save his fellow infants. “Dirt-Butt says only big people can get poked in the butt, he also say-”

“Pikachus do NOT live or make their nests in electrical outlets.” Interrupted the scientist. “No one does.”

“Yes they do! Dat’s why the tricity gets used up. Pichu eat da’ power so they can gets big, is their nutrients!”

Gaster shook his head. “No. The reason you don’t want to stick things in here is because you’ll be electrocuted. Dirt-Butt lied. You need to pay more attention to people when they’re talking Papyru-”

“You gets elly-cuted cause’ you piss off Pikachu.”

“Did you not hear me?”

“If you poke the babies, you gets zapped.”

“Papyrus.”

“I KNOWS MAH ANIMALS DADDY!”

“SNAS, MORE SALT!”

“NO, do NOT put salt in your brother’s bathwater, it’s terrible for bones,” said Gaster reaching into the cabinet. He pulled out the salt, but was immediately met with a wet keyboard to the face.

CACK!

“PAPYRUS!”

“GIMME MAH SALT STINK DADDY! IS MINE!”

“No, it is NOT yours-”

“GIMME MY SALT OR I’S GONNA TELL UPON YOUUU!”

“You do that.”

“I WILL! I’ll tell upon you and you’s gonna get in trouble! I tells em’ you taked the salt and tried to make a baby stew…” said Papyrus smiling.

“Wh-”

“I’ll tell eryone you putted salt and carrots in mah bath and eryone will hate you. They’ll go ‘poor baby Pappy, he has such a bad wife, his daddy try to cook him for supper! We should ah-rest that bad guy and donate lossa monies to that baby’s fundraiser so their family can eats!”

“…What fundraiser?” asked the father, sensing trouble. He immediately regretted saying anything. In fact, he regretted it before the second word even came out of his mouth, but by then it was already too late.

“MY fundraiser. Baby Pappy’s Happy Nappies for Crap Bs!” Papyrus grinned and spread his arms out wide as if in celebration.

“’Crap B’s…?”

“Crap babies. Babies who not geniuses like me. Snas say, other baes not as fortunate as us, so I should be nice and share mah toys.”

“…”

“I don’t wanna do that, so instead I makes a fundraiser to get the inferior infants nappies!”

“Papyrus-”

“Nappies is diapers.”

“I know what nappies are,” said Gaster, already annoyed. Though the fundraiser’s name was enough to prove to Asgore that he wasn’t responsible for whatever came from his youngest’s latest money-making scheme, he still had to put an end to it. If he didn’t, he’d have the king’s citizens knocking at his door, and things were already getting bad in that regard.

More and more monsters had fallen ill from Hotland’s toxic fumes due to the fact that the Underground’s air filter lacked the power to operate and the more…unreasonable, individuals were getting upset. With the Lab being the closest medical building, the sick were often brought in and placed into the renovated Medical Ward. What was once mostly a living room was now a warehouse of beds, stretching almost from one end of the room to the other and lined with monsters of every variety.

Not that he was running out of room or anything.

The monsters there weren’t being cured, but rather drained of their magic to create magic crystals, a brilliant, if cold-hearted idea to be sure. This however, was necessary, though it had a severe consequence as it resulted in an increase of the Fallen; monsters who had lost too much magic and so had fallen into a comatose state. If the comatose had a chance of waking, he wouldn’t have dozens of family members banging on his door and flooding his email with questions, but sadly that wasn’t the case. Those that fell, fell to dust. There was no waking them…at least he didn’t THINK so…Gaster admittedly hadn’t bothered to experiment with that kind of thing yet.

I’m raising two children, keeping the oil reservoir under control AND a secret, trying to come up with a permanent solution to our power problem, logging the names and the number of incoming patients, making magic crystals, recording Papyrus’s progress, AND fixing HIS messes; I don’t have the TIME to meddle in monster mortality.

“uh, dad? papyrus just ran out the door giggling.”

“Wh-what?” Gaster looked about the bathroom to find that it was, indeed, missing a baby. “Why didn’t you stop him?!”

“he ran right past you, so i figured it was okay.”

“Papyrus by himself is NEVER okay, you should know that! Where did he go?” He poked his head out of the doorway and looked down the hall. A wet trail of baby tracks led into the darkness and he could just faintly hear the clacking sound of tiny bone feet getting farther and farther away.

“he said something about ‘customer satisfaction’ or…whatever. i wasn’t really paying attention-”

“GET OFF YOUR PHONE AND GO GET YOUR BROTHER!”

“*siiiiigh* FINE. PAPPY? WHERE YOU AT BABY BRO?”

“I SAID ‘GET’ NOT ‘YELL’ SANS!”

Lazy little…

“uuuughh!” Rolling his eyes, Sans shoved his phone back into the pocket of his hoodie and walked out the door. “PAPPYYYY! HEEERE PAPPY!”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE!”

Wiping off his ruined keyboard, Gaster tucked it under his arm and followed his oldest.

He already knew where the little bastard was headed.

Earlier in the week, while he was sweeping dust off the beds, he had found a little white diaper under the covers. ALL of the beds that once held the Fallen, had them in fact. It was obvious that Papyrus was putting diapers on the comatose patients, but until today, he never knew why.

“…those aren’t babies pappy,” said Sans from far off.

“Course they are! Daz why they sweep so much. Cwap babies don’t do much Snas, they just eat, sweep, and doody in their diapies. Some of them pay wit toys, but-”

“PAPYRUS GET OUT OF THE MEDICAL WARD!”

Papyrus turned his head to look down the hall, then, waving at his daddy, he turned back around.

“PAPYRUS!”

“Shoosh, stink Daddy! You wake da’ babies!” The tiny skeleton looked at the fluffy, unconscious dog-monster. “So tell us, doody-dog…how satisfied are you wit mah pro-duct? From one to a hundred?”

“…”

Papyrus lifted the dog’s head, “Eleventy-six!” exclaimed the baby bones, “I’d definitely wear another! Mah only complaint is the lack of hole for my stupid dog tail-”

“*pfft!* pap-”

“THERE SHOULDN’T BE ANY COM-PAINTS!” yelled Papyrus into the dog’s face. “DIS A FUNDRAISER, YOU BE GATEFUL FOR WHAT YOU GET, SUCK-BABY!”

“…”

“he’s not answering you bro.”

“Cwap babies not talk much Snas, but the result be clear. They satisfied…and now I must expand mah business!” cried Papyrus, raising a finger in the air. “TO WATERFALL!”

“huh?”

Using his wingdings, Papyrus picked himself up and placed his little body atop his brother’s skull, apparently expecting Sans to take him to his destination with haste.

He didn’t.

“pap, i don’t know what EXACTLY you’re trying to do, but it’s probably not a good idea; you’re naked and dad was-”

“TO WATERFALL SNAS!!” repeated the baby, louder this time. “TIME BE MONEY, HONEY!”

“don’t call me that.”

SPL-SPLASH!

Teleporting to Waterfall, the two brothers fell into the water near the docks, Papyrus slipping from his sibling’s head almost at once.

“NYEHHHHAAH! WHY YOU PUT US IN DA’ WATER SNAS? THE FISHIES SEE MAH BUTT!” The infant covered his rear end with a tiny hand, using the other to grab hold of Sans’ hoodie.

“then you shoulda listened to me huh?” replied Sans, CLEARLY not sorry at all. “besides, you know i can’t control exactly where i show up!”

Just the area in general…

“DON’T LOOK AT MAH BUTT CWEEP FISH!”

TAP!

A strange tapping sound drew the older boy’s attention, and Sans turned his head to see old man Gerson walking along the docks, cane in hand, while the baby batted at the curious fish.

“What’s all the commotion over here?” asked the turtle, scratching under his chin. He looked a lot more ancient when he was in full view. Sans usually only saw him in his shop, as did everyone else. It was rare to find him wandering around, as Undyne had a habit of taking it upon herself to scavenge for supplies at the Dump and present it to him to selling. Because of her, he never really HAD to leave anymore.

TAP, SHIFF!

The old man got closer and peered down at the two in the water, holding a magnifying glass to his eye. “Wahhaha, of course, of course it’s you, Papyrus. Giving your brother trouble I see!”

Does he bring that everywhere with him?

“it-it wasn’t pappy’s fault, i made a mistake,” said Sans quietly.

“Is that so? Well you two shouldn’t be bathing in the same place we water folk get our food, might get a taste for skeletons! Wahhahaha!” He laughed again, but the little Horror wasn’t as amused.

“DON’T EAT DA’ BABY!”

“we weren’t bathing…i just…took a wrong turn or something…”

“You weren’t? Then where are your brother’s clothes?”

“CTHULHU TOOK EM’! I seens it, wit my own widdle eyes, Wrinkle-Man!” said Papyrus, splashing in the water.

“Really? Well that’s just awful! Isn’t that awful Sans?”

“please don’t encourage him.”

“They must be pretty mean to do something like that; picking on a poor little cherub like you.”

“Yep, I’s a sad cher-chero-cherrio. A very sad cheerio Wrinkle-Man, baby’s don’t gots lots of monies ya’ know? How I supposed to buy new jammies wit no monies?”

“That IS an issue,” said Gerson warily, sensing an approaching problem. He turned to Sans, but the child only glared at him, his expression giving the answer to the old man’s unsaid plea.

You started this, now YOU can deal with it.

I’m not helping you.

“Ya’ know what would make this little cheerio happy again Wrinkle-Man?”

“cherub, pappy.”

“*Sigh*…What’s that?”

“If you would accept dis diapie.” The baby bones held up a soaked diaper, possibly getting it from out of Sans’ pocket.

“oh, that’s right, i didn’t check my pockets today.” He looked down at his clothes sadly. Whatever was in there today was probably ruined now by the water.

Papyrus tended to hide things in his brother’s hoodie.

Every once in a while, the kid comedian would reach into his pocket to find crayons, candy, a kaleidoscope, bouncy balls, a yo-yo, and sometimes even makeup in his pocket. They were fun little surprises that he enjoyed, like tiny gifts. They obviously belonged to his sibling, but liked Papyrus liked to say “what’s mine is yours,” so he considered them gifts.

The big treasures were his favorite, as they were rare and akin to getting surprise packages in the mail. He’d wake up in the morning and go to the place on the floor near the dresser where he always threw his hoodie and be excited to find a big lump covered by his clothing. A sign that his brother had hidden something neat.

You’d think he’d quit hiding things with it by now. He’s gotta know I’m stealing em’…

One time, Sans even found a skateboard hidden under it. He played with it a lot, and got pretty good, but when he started doing tricks, Papyrus became…unhappy. He remembered his baby brother screaming in terror and crying when he showed him a kickflip for the first and last time. He remembered feeling super guilty about it too. He only had 1 HP after all; if he fell, it was bye-bye big bro.

The skateboard now sat in a corner collecting dust, a sad reminder of what could have been.

“I don’t need a diaper yet kiddo!” said Gerson, slightly insulted.

“Sure, you do! All old peoples need diapies and all we asks in ass-change is dat you gives us a small donation.”

“A small donation’ hm?”

“Yep, for just thirty-twelve G, you could have this super absorbent, long-lasting diaper. Yo’ donations go to the Happy Nappies Fundraiser where we will buy MORE diapies and gives them to the less fortunate.”

“…It sounds like you’re selling diapers for 3,012g, FAR more than they’re worth. That’s thirty-twelve right? 3,012g?”

“Correct. We uses the extra monies to buy more nappies.”

“That’s not a fundraiser young’un’, you’re supposed to be raising money for charity. If you’re selling these to the babies here in the Underground-”

“I not sell to babies, I GIVE to da’ baes!”

“…But their parents pay for them.”

“Yes.”

“That’s not a fundraiser, you’re ‘hustling’ as the kids say.”

“No! I not hustle, I BUSTLE! The fundraiser be for babies, THEY gets the diapies for free, not the big peoples.”

“you’re either not understanding bro, or you’re trying to cheat people.”

Probably the latter.

“Daz not too. I buys diapies for the peoples who needs em’ and I use the rest to buy stuffs dat I need...like my jammies. Erybody wins.”

Papyrus attempted to climb out of the water and then, realizing his arms weren’t strong enough to pull him up onto the dock, he summoned his wingdings and placed himself onto the planks.

RATTLE RATTLE RATTLE!

“ugh, pap!” Sans covered his face as his tiny and inconsiderate sibling shook his body back and forth like the dogs in Snowdin, attempting to rid himself of the water.

“Wahahaha!”

SQISH!

THAP THAP THAP!

The infant squeezed the diaper in his hands and whipped it in the air, sending beads of water every which way. He knew it would probably not be the most absorbent product he ever sold, but perhaps the old monster would still want it for catching doodies…?

“bro, that diaper’s ruined, you’re not going to be able to sell it. look, it’s torn…”

“Nyeh?” Papyrus looked at the nappy in his hand. It seemed fine just a minute ago, but now it was all stretched out and worse yet, the sticky parts that were meant to hold the diaper in place wouldn’t stick anymore. He tried several times to get them to, but the front kept falling open.

Sans was right.

His product was ruined.

“NYEHHHHHAAHHHH! SNAAAAAAAS!”

“*sigh*”

“MY DIAPIE BE BOKEN SNAS! NYEH-HAAAHHHH!!!”

Sans got out of the water and picked up his baby brother. “don’t cry pappy,” he said, bouncing him up and down in his arms. “it’ll be okay.” He patted him on the back, but the baby bones refused to stop crying, still clutching the diaper in his little hand.

“Oh dear…hmm…tell you what,” said Gerson, pulling a wallet out of his shirt pocket. “I’ll buy your nappy at 2,000g, since it’s damaged. A young’un’ needs a pair of clothes, right?”

“our dad didn’t sell his clothes if that’s what you’re-”

“Shu up Snas, YES PWEASE MR. WRINKLE-GUY!” yelled Papyrus, suddenly all smiles. “I WOULD VERY MUCH AH-PEA-CIATE THAT!”

“PAPYRUS!”

“WAHHAHAHAHA!” laughing loudly, the tortoise-monster gave him the money. “Looks like this old man’s been outmaneuvered in marketing! I better watch out!”

“Nyeh hee hee hee!”

“…”

“Oh, don’t look so glum, my boy. Your brother needs this practice in order to protect you in the future! He’s gonna be quite the young warrior, isn’t that right Papyrus?”

“…There will be war.”

“WAHHAHAHAHA!” Mr. Gerson laughed again and walked back towards his shop. He tended to laugh a lot when Papyrus was present, though seeing him also made the elderly monster a bit sad too.

Sometimes I miss the old days when a lot of these little guys were around…

Maybe one day, nature will fix our past mistakes. I just hope it doesn’t need help…or that it’s not too late.

TAP, SHIFF!

“…that wasn’t very nice bro.”

“The business world is a harsh one, Snas,” said Papyrus, counting his G. “You needs to pactice too big Buther. One day, you’s gonna need to help da’ baby, ya’ know? Is sad dat you has no monies of your own. Just cause’ you gots 1 hp, don’t mean you’s useless. You gots a brilliant mind, put it to good use.”

“i don’t need life advice from a crook.”

“Kay’ when you gets a life, come see da’ baby.”

“i HAVE a life, you little asshole! it’s just isn’t a life of crime.”

“No crime no dime, big Buther. Sometimes you gots to break the rules to get da’ jewels! Tell Daddy he either pay you for help, or he pay fines for child labor.”

“that’s blackmail.”

“Is genius is what it is.”

Sans chuckled and put the money in his hoodie. “why would you need my help bro? unemployed monsters down here are a dime-a-dozen!”

“…”

“all jewel need to do is lie and they’ll help you out. i don��t need to do anything, heh heh…”

“…You needs to pactice yo’ font too.”

“fine-”

“SOMEWHERE AWAY FROM DA’ BABY!” yelled Papyrus, kicking his legs.

“i can’t leave you here, child abandonment is a crime-”

“DAZ NOT EVEN A PUN!”

“besides, crawling all the way home would be a bit labor-ious, wouldn’t it?”

“IIIII HATE CHUUUUUU!!”

CAP, CAP!

Oh crap, someone else is coming. I need to get Pappy back in some clothes or-

“HEY! NO BATHING IN THE FOOD SUPPLY, IT’S ILLEGAL!” cried a shrill voice Sans knew all too well. Startled, he dropped his brother in surprise, but luckily the infant didn’t seem to care.

“HELLWOE FISH-LADY!” Papyrus threw up his arm in greeting. “DA’ WRINKLE-MAN JUST LEFT!” The baby pointed towards Snowdin.

“He was just here?”

“yeah, he headed back to his stall a few seconds ago,” replied Sans, glaring at his brother. “while you were…underwater. why were you underwater? this is the breeding area…”

“Right, I was talking to the fish. Gotta make sure no one’s stealing them, so everyone can keep eating-”

“Fish Lady’s growing an army to fight the homos!” said Papyrus excitedly.

“SSHH!! Shut the fuck up Papyrus!” whispered Undyne harshly.

“homosapiens baby bro, you have to say the whole thing or…you know what? just say humans, kay’?”

“Homo humans!”

“…not better. also, are you talking about actual fish, undyne or water monsters?”

“WHO CARES?” yelled the young girl. “THE MORE SOLDIERS THE BETTER!” She grinned proudly, her hands on her hips. No one would expect an attack from the water AND the land, the next war against humans was as good as won.

That is, if no adults found out about it. They didn’t appreciate Undyne’s ingenious war strategies like Papyrus did.

No matter how helpful or cool they were, adults always seemed to have a problem with her ideas, and unfortunately, Sans and Gaster were no different. For most of them to work, she needed science nerds, but they saw her plans the same way they saw Papyrus’s, terrible and “asinine.”

The Royal Scientist’s words, not hers.

She didn’t know what “asinine” meant, but it had the word “ass” in it, so she assumed their father was calling her ideas booty.

My ideas aren’t ass!

My ideas are GREAT!

Stupid, crappy, science dweeb, is just lazy. How hard can it be to build a giant robot? Isn’t there already someone asking him to do that already?

“…A giant robot can destroy entire towns, I saw it in a movie.”

“what are you talking about? are you still on about that robot army?” Sans sighed, a trademark sign of his that meant he thought she was being stupid. Undyne had heard it many times before.

“IT’S A GOOD IDEA!!” she screamed. “AND IT WASN’T AN ARMY, IT WAS JUST O-”

“for the last time, if you saw something already done in a movie undyne, the humans know how to COUNTER it; they make the friggen’ things!”

Undyne’s so dumb…

“Yeah, but the movies are old, Sans! They’re in the Dump, because no one watches them anymore! We’ll have the element of surprise.”

“I wish to pilot a Gundam, big Buther.”

“SEE?! Papyrus wants it!” she said, pointing at the baby bones. “You want to blow up a town widdle Pappy?”

The infant smiled and bounced up and down on his rear end excitedly. “Yeah yeah yeah!” he said, ignoring his sibling’s frown. “I’s Middle Eastern ya’ know…is mah calling.”

“still don’t know what middle ease is, pap.”

“Middle East Snas! It mean I comes from da’ center of the earth…only is a liiiittle East.” The infant pinched his fingers together, squinting with one eye to make sure there was space between them, hoping he had solved the mystery.

“The center of the earth…?” Undyne looked confused. “You mean Hell?”

“i’d believe that.”

“Noooo! I’s on the WOOF of Hell…cept’ is a liiittle East.”

“Yeast…isn’t that the stuff bread is made from?”

“he’s saying east, undyne. it’s a direction.” Sans pointed towards where he knew the Lab was located.

“…That’s left, Sans-I MEAN RIGHT! That’s your right.”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE!”

“SHUT UP PAPYRUS, I WASN’T WRONG!”

“you are.”

“YOU SHUT UP TOO!!”

“how old are you?”

“YOU CAN’T ASK ME THAT! I’M A WOMAN, IT’S ILLEGAL!”

“Is you a baby like me, Fish Lady? If so, I gots a great product for you…”

“I’m NOT a baby, I’M GROWN!” Undyne stomped her foot angrily on the planks of the pier, scaring Sans a little. He had no idea how long those timbers had been there, but he knew people walked on them every day. Eventually, they would break and need to be replaced…probably by the pines in Snowdin.

There are some people who use them for firewood too though, I know Grillby does. What if we run out? How long does it take a pine tree to grow?

…

Who planted them there to begin with?

“Nyeh? You spacing again, big Buther?”

It was something he thought of often whenever he was bored, and he highly doubted it was the monsters doing.

“Come back down from space, Snas!”

No one knew what the inside of Mt. Ebott was like, which is why everyone in the beginning not only scrambled for a home as soon as possible, but also refused to leave it behind for something better. It didn’t make sense to begin with for the monsters to carry saplings with them into a mountain with little to no sunlight. Even if the sunlamps in Snowdin had been immediately installed, it would’ve taken time. Could the trees survive that long without the sun? Why were they all pine trees to begin with? If the monsters came from different environments all over the world, wouldn’t some have brought cacti, palm trees, and other tropical plants?

It’s like someone made preparations for us to live here…

“EARTH TO THE SNAS!”

“AH!”

“Stop daydreaming and tell da’ Fish Lady how great mah fundraiser be! She doesn’t want to buy my diapies…” said Papyrus quietly.

“Why are you naked?”

“s-sorry bro, i was thinking about the trees. how come there’s only pine trees and fruit trees in the underground?”

“Nyeh?”

Why was his brother always thinking about trees?

“There’s a fern in the Resort Area,” said Undyne, hoping to change the subject. She’d rather talk about plants than diapers.

“why though? who was the guy who went ‘hey, yeah, i know i’m being ushered out of my home with little to no warning and should prooobably pack everything i think will be needed to maintain my survival-”

“But this fern doh…” The young girl laughed, imagining the scenario. “I gotta take this fern, man!”

“*pfft!* c’mon undyne, for real-”

“FERNS BEFORE FOOD! FERNS BEFORE FAMILY!”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE HEE!”

“AND THESE FLOWERS, DUDE! I NEED THESE GOLDEN FLOWERS IN MY LIFE!”

Sans laughed in spite of himself as his baby brother let out a high-pitched screech of delight. As curious as he and it was, the comedian had to admit it was also pretty funny.

I guess back then, people didn’t have to worry so much about survival as they do now. They probably weren’t expecting things to be so hard down here.

It’s good that kids like us don’t have to worry about that sort of thing…most of us anyway.

Dad’s a douche, but our generation depends on him and he’s doing his best to deliver. Without him, the Underground would be doomed.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he was one of the worrying kids. The future frightened him; his father frightened him.

One of the perks of being invisible, aside from whenever the Royal Scientist needed him, was that Sans could go anywhere and do anything he pleased when off the clock. He knew about the Fallen and what his father was doing before Flowey even appeared to tell him, and he was willing to bet his brother did too.

Papyrus didn’t mess with the draining machine.

Sans noticed he didn’t talk about it either. There were no questions, no threats, no mentions whatsoever. In fact, these days Papyrus seemed to mellow out a bit in general, his pranks becoming fewer and fewer in number until the labs horrendous reputation began to fade. The baby bones had even gone out to recruit other bright minds to help in the lab, no doubt sensing his father’s incoming mental collapse.

Despite how serious their power problem was, the truth remained that they HAD oil. It was dangerous to use, but it was a choice Gaster had other than draining that he didn’t favor. He CHOSE murder, their father CHOSE to drain sick monsters who came to him for help, and showed absolutely no remorse or concern for his actions.

Not good.

“Does Onion-chan gots ferns?”

“huh?”

“It’s Onionsan, Pappy. You’re spelling it wrong, and yes, those are ferns.”

“oh, you’re still talking about ferns…who’s onionsan?” asked Sans. He didn’t know much about the monsters that lived underwater, but apparently no citizen was safe from his little bro. He hoped he hadn’t caused too much trouble…

“Onionsan-chan be a monster from Japan, man!” replied the infant, enjoying his tongue twister. “I doesn’t know how he got here dough…”

“OnionSAN, Papyrus-”

“They too big for mah diapies, so we not visit the tentacles today.”

“what?”

“Onionsan is a monster that looks like an octopus. I’ve never heard of Japan though.”

“Is where the woah-bots come from, Fish Lady! Da’ Vocaloid and the Gundams and the aira-planes…”

“airplanes aren’t robot birds baby bro,” said Sans smiling.

“Nyeh? No bird? Tsundereplane lie…?”

“huh?”

This alarmed Sans. Papyrus was behaving himself more in the lab, but that meant he was spending most of his time outside where it was dangerous.

Who’s Tsundereplane? How many people is he talking to?!

“you know what? it doesn’t matter. stop talking to strangers papyrus, it’s dang-PAPYRUS!”

BEEP BEEP!

Taking Sans’ phone out of his pocket via wingdings, Papyrus called his “friend” on speed dial.

“Hellwoe?”

“papyrus, stop!”

Who the hell gave him their number?! How long has that been in my phone?!

“Yep, is da’ baby…”

“hang up, papyrus. whoever gave you their number isn’t a sane person-”

“Snas say you’s not a whoa-bot bird Tsundereplane. Why you lie to cute widdle me?”

“…”

“WELL SCU YOU TOO, STINK ARROW-PLANE! I BEAT YO’ ASS!”

BEEP!

“…”

“…Tsundereplane not my friend no more.”

“Aww…poor Pappy…” Undyne patted the infant’s skull.

“don’t feel sorry for him! that’s what he gets for talking to strangers, maybe next time he’ll think before putting numbers in MY phone!”

“Yep, woe is me Fish Lady…”

“are you even listening to me?”

“…First they steals mah jammies and now they lie and call me an idiot-face. I am the saddest of cheerios…”

“THEY STOLE YOUR CLOTHES?!”

“you little shit.”

“STEALING’S ILLEGAL! Don’t worry Pappy, THE UNSTOPPABLE UNDYNE WILL GET YOUR CLOTHES BACK!”

“he’s lying undyne-”

Sans reached out to stop her, but Undyne was already off towards Hotland.

Damnit!

There’s no way he’d catch her, he didn’t even know who or where Tsundereplane was.

I don’t even know what they LOOK like…an airplane probably, but…

“Nyeh hee hee hee!”

“*humph!* i bet you’re pretty proud of yourself, huh baby bro?”

“Yes.”

“you think you did the right thing?”

“Yes.”

“what do you think’s gonna happen when undyne finds out you were lying?”

“She gonna come back and do the accu-sa-tions and Imma say ‘they throw my jammies in da’ lava?’ then I’s gonna cry reeeal loud, and she gonna feel sorry for me.”

“…”

“She’ll say, ‘aww, I didn’t think of that! Poor baby Pappy…I should go out and buy you NEW jammies!’ and then I say, ‘no, no, you’s done enough.”

“…is that right?”

“Yep. I say, “Just gives me some monies and I go gets em’. Shopping be boring.’ Then she gonna go ‘you’s right! Shopping IS boring. Here are some monies…and a widdle extra for the accu-sa-tions.”

“…”

“That’s when I be reeeal nice and say ‘keep da’ extra, you deserves it for being a good friend to da’ baby.’ Then I buys candy and I eats it, then we all live happy ever after.”

“…i’m calling undyne.”

“WHY YOU GOTS TO DESTROY MY HAPPY AFTER?”

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

“I’M NOT SELLING YOU NOTHIIIIINN’!!!” screamed Papyrus, “NYEH!” Snatching his brother’s phone, the baby bones took off running towards Snowdin.

“PAPYRUS! PAPYRUS, NO!”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE HEE!”

“DO NOT GO INTO TOWN NAKED, PAPYRUS!”

Friggin’ dumbass! There’re dogs everywhere there, he can’t be showing that many bones, he’ll get eaten!

Or they would.

Probably the dogs.

Either way, Sans knew who would ultimately be blamed.

“GOOD LUCK FINDING ME IN DA’ SNOW BIG BUTHER!”

“ugh, shit!”

POOF!

With an enthusiastic smile, Papyrus leapt into a snow poff as soon as his sibling lost sight of him. There was no way Sans would find a tiny white skeleton in a snowfield. It would be like finding a needle in a haystack…whatever a haystack was.

Finally, his Michael Jackson syndrome was paying off.

“Nyeh? *sniff sniff*”

That was odd. The snow poff he was in smelled like doody. Well, actually, the whole town smelled like a barnyard, but this was especially bad…

“*huff puff* pa-papyrus…”

“…”

“papyrus, i know you’re in there, your tracks lead right to the snow poff field!”

“…Those could be anybody’s tracks, there’s no baby here, skelly-man.”

“really? heh heh, well that’s weird. most people who live in snowdin avoid the snow poffs.”

“…I had to move cause’ I missed my rent. This my home now.”

Sans laughed; his brother had no idea. “woooow, that sucks. i’d personally hate to live in a poop-igloo, but you do you man, ha ha ha!”

“What?” Papyrus poked his head out of the snow poff and looked down.

“yep. the reason the snow is built up in this area and nowhere else, is because this is where people dump their chamber pots.”

“…”

“the snow tends to build on top of the droppings and that’s what makes these little mounds, cool huh?”

“…”

“asgore is trying to get plumbing up and running, but it’ll be a while before THAT happens, what with the power issue and all. personally? i don’t see it happening. people make money gathering these snow poffs up to sell for fertilizer.”

Without saying a word, Papyrus climbed out of the snow poff and walked towards the Ruins. It was the longest route to a river, but at least it didn’t cut through town.

“papyrus?”

“Shut up.”

“aww, what’s wrong pappy? paaappyyyy-”

SPLASH!

The baby bones jumped into the river, using his wingdings to hold himself steady in order to keep from being swept away by the current.

“…”

“oh no, pappy! you can’t just hop into the river, the fishies will see your butt!”

“…”

“you know what you need to catch those doodies? what every baby needs?”

“Choke on bread.”

“a dia-”

SPLASH!

“heh.”

#Fonttale #Fonttale au #Undertale #Undertale au #Papyrus #Sans #Baby Papyrus #Kid sans #Kid undyne #Undyne #Gaster #Undertale fanfiction #Dark Comedy

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Blue - Colby Brock x Reader - Part 2/3

Part 1...

*** end of last chapter ***

“How’s it going so far?” Jake quietly asked, sitting on the coffee table facing Colby.

“Terrifyingly easy.” Colby answered, looking down and finding Ivy fast asleep.

“Well that’s a good thing, right?”, Jake said. “Y/n seems to fit right in. Her and Tara are bonding over SpongeBob memes as we speak.”

“That’s the terrifying part.” Colby said, gently brushing Ivy’s hair out of her face. “They’re here for a month. They’ve only been here for like 7 hours and I’m already sad that they’re going to leave.”

Jake watched Colby gazing down at the tiny sleeping figure in his arms. “I don’t know, brother. You’re usually a loner that likes his space. You might be happy when you’ve got your apartment back”, Jake laughed.

Colby just sighed. *what the fuck am I getting myself into?* he thought to himself.

*** start of new chapter ***

“All done!” Tara said, her and Y/n walking out of the spare room.

“I knew she was going to crash soon.” Y/n laughed, seeing Ivy once again asleep on Colby.

“This girl has endless energy.” Colby laughed, holding her tight against him while he sat up, making room for the girls on the couch.

“I told you. Having a kid is a lot of work.” Y/n replied, taking a seat next to Colby.

“Mike is the one that ran around playing tag with her for over an hour”, he laughed. “I got the easy job. We took naps and watched movies.”

“Well I, for one, am exhausted.” Y/n said, reaching to grab Ivy. “Us two are going to head to bed.”

Colby shifted Ivy from his arms to Y/n’s. “If you guys need anything at all, come get me. I don’t even care if I’m asleep.”

“He’s a deep sleeper.” Tara laughed. “Make sure you bring something to hit him with if you need to wake him up.”

Colby nodded, “She’s not wrong.”

“I think we have everything we need”, Y/n laughed. She turned to Colby. “Thank you again for making this so easy. All of you guys have gone out of your way to make us feel welcome.”

“You ARE welcome, Y/n. Both of you.” He could see her getting choked up again. “I’m going to walk these two out while you two get settled in your room.”

“It was so nice meeting you guys.” Y/n said, waving to Tara and Jake as she made her way to her bedroom.

“Same. I’m looking forward to hanging out again.” Tara replied while Jake waved.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Colby said, walking them to the door so he could lock it after they left. Once the door was locked, Colby walked the apartment making sure everything was turned off or put away. He hesitated at the spare bedroom door before lightly knocking.

“Come in.” Y/n called, throwing her hair up in a messy bun as Colby opened the door.

“Hey, I just wanted to check in one more time.” He said, standing in the doorway.

She looked over at him. “I’m sorry I got emotional a minute ago.” y/n apologized, looking away from Colby. “I’m exhausted and the trip was stressful….” She rambled.

Colby walked towards y/n, interrupting her with a hand on her shoulder. “Y/n. While I have no doubt that road tripping with an almost 3-year-old is stressful…I know there’s something else bugging you”, he said, pulling her into a tight hug. “I don’t know if something happened or if maybe someONE made you feel like you don’t deserve to be treated well, but if you ever want to talk about it, I’m literally only a room away.”

Y/n nodded, her face hidden against Colby. “I’m just…I’m realizing a lot being around you guys for even just a short time.”

“I mean, we ARE kind of awesome.” Colby teased, trying to break the tension. He smiled hearing her laugh. “Get some sleep. You’ve got a few more people to meet tomorrow.”

Colby woke up the next morning to loads of noise coming from his living room. When he turned over and checked his phone he realized why. It was almost 1pm. “Oh fuck.” He croaked out, slipping a clean hoodie on before noticing something on his bedside table. There was a piece of computer paper with a crayon drawing on it. A stick figure in blue and a heart in red.

He walked out to the living room with the drawing in his hand. “Good morning, sleepy head.” Mike teased him, “Did my baby sleep well?”

“I slept like a rock, sweet cheeks”, Colby replied, blowing Mike a kiss.

Mike moved to “catch” the kiss Colby blew him before turning and pretending to wipe it all over Sam’s face.

“Noooo. No!” Sam dramatically wiped his hands on his face.

Ivy was cracking up watching the whole exchange. “Iiiiivyyyy” Colby drew out her name, holding up the drawing he had found by his bed. “Is this mine?” he asked, squatting down next to where she was coloring at the coffee table.

She looked up at him, nodding yes. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’m going to hang it up over here.” He took the drawing and hung it on his fridge. “Why didn’t anyone wake me up?” Colby asked, turning back to the room.

“I was going to when Ivy went to put the drawing in your room, but she shushed me and pointed towards the door.” Jake laughed, “I wasn’t going to argue with her.”

Colby sat cross legged on the floor by the coffee table, pulling the little girl into his lap so she sat a little higher. “You can always wake me up, Ivy.” He told her, watching her draw.

“No get in trouble.” She mumbled, reaching for another crayon.

“I promise you’ll never get in trouble for waking me up.” He said, kissing the top of her head. “Where are the girls?”

“They’re picking up lunch. Kevin and some of the others are going to head over here soon, too.” Mike answered.

The next few days were a crazy hectic blur. Y/n and Mike had shared some of their half-written songs and lyric ideas with each other to get their creative juices flowing. Kat and Y/n filmed a “Singing on street corners” video and before they even posted their video, clips of them had practically gone viral. Each of the guys and a few of the girls all filmed group videos. Y/n was in most of them and Ivy was in a few too. And after an already long day, Colby still needed to film his video.

“uuuughh”, Colby groaned, staring blankly at the wall.

“You good?” Sam asked, his laptop out with research for their next series location on the screen.

“I have to film my video tonight and I have no idea what to film.” Colby replied.

“Film something that always bangs.” Sam said. “Let’s do a truth or strip.”

“Ahem.” Colby cleared his throat, pointing towards the little girl sleeping on the couch cushion next to him.

“Yeaaaaaah, let’s not.” Sam laughed. “Wait, do it the way Kat and I did! We put something on every time we didn’t want to answer a question.”

“Could do.” Colby said, thinking it over. “Just no swearing or sexual stuff.”

“Who would have thought Colby Brock would turn his channel PG.” Sam teased, going to set up the camera. “Go grab a bunch of hoodies and stuff. I’ll start writing down questions.”

“Aight, I’ll be back.” Colby replied. He stopped by the spare room to see if Y/n would ask the questions for the video.

“Of course.” y/n replied.

So far, the video was pretty funny. Even with keeping it fairly cleaner than Sam and Colby’s usual content. “Next question. Have either of you ever skinny dipped?” Y/n asked.

Sam and Colby looked at each other, Sam reaching out and grabbing another sweater.

“Brother, putting on another shirt is basically just saying yes.” Colby laughed, blushing a bit, “So yes. I have gone skinny dipping.”

“I think everyone should at least once.” Y/n added, saying “Next question” before either of the boys could say anything back. “Who are your YouTube crushes?”

“Katrina Stuart”, Sam smirked into the camera.

“Not fair.” Colby shoved Sam.

“I mean, Kat’s hot. I get it.” Y/n pointed out.

“Don’t I know it”, Sam made kissy faces at the camera.

“I’m keeping that whole thing in the video” Colby laughed. “Ignore me while I throw on ANOTHER friggen hoodie.”

“You cold?” they heard Ivy ask. She had woken up sometime during the last question. Colby finally popped his head through the hoodie and he made a face a her. She burst out in giggles.

“Are you laughing at me?” Colby asked, slowly creeping towards the little girl.

Sam stood up, taking the camera off the tripod. “I think she was.” He added.

“Nooooo” she squealed, backing up off of the couch.

“I think you were.” Colby said, wiggling his fingers towards her like he was going to tickle her.

She ran around the coffee table, uncontrollably laughing before trying to hide behind y/n’s legs.

“Oh no you don’t”, Colby crouched down on the other side of y/n, reaching around her legs and tickling Ivy.

“Hey, how did I get in the middle of this?” Y/n laughed.

“Moooom”, Ivy squealed between fits of laughter.

“Run Ivy!” Y/n pushed Colby off balance, so he fell back on his butt. The girl went to hide on the side of the couch.

“Not fair! I can barely move in all these hoodies!” Colby laughed laying on his back, pretending like he couldn’t get up. “Ivy, come help me!”

The girl peeked around the side of the couch. “I don’t know if I’d trust him.” Sam said, still filming the whole thing.

“I can’t get up!” Colby continued.

Ivy started slowly walking towards Colby, leaning over to see what he was doing. Colby laid there with his eyes closed not moving an inch. “Blue?” Ivy said, reaching down to poke him.

“Got you!” Colby half shouted, sitting up and pulling Ivy to his lap. He tickled her again, laughing quite a bit himself.

“You fibbed” she squealed out between laughs.

Colby chuckled and stopped tickling her. “I’m sorry”, he said, pulling her into a hug. He looked up at Sam and remembered they had been filming a video. “I think that’s all we’re going to get done for this one, guys” Colby laughed, addressing his audience. “Make sure to like and subscribe. Hit up all my social media pages. I’ll make sure to link Y/n and Sam down below so make sure you check them out too.” Colby looked down at Ivy. “Wave bye to the camera, Ivy”

“Byyyye” she waved, laughing when Colby tickled her again.

“Alright, guys. See you next week!” Colby waved to the camera.

“I am sweating to death” Sam said, starting to take the hoodies off.

“You think you’re sweating? I’ve got on twice as many, brother.” Colby whined, struggling to get them off of himself. “I’m going to shower and edit, so I probably won’t see you guys again tonight”, he said, looking up at Y/n.

“I have to be at Mike’s early tomorrow anyways” Y/n replied, looking at the time.

“You look nervous”, Colby chuckled, shedding the last of the hoodies.

“It’s always nerve-wracking working with someone new. I’m equal parts excited and nervous.” She explained.

“You’re going to do great.” Colby said, standing up and looking at her fondly. “Seriously. You write amazing music and your voice…come on. Your voice is killer.”

Y/n blushed. “Thank you. I think I needed that.” She said, turning to head to her bedroom. “Come on, Ivy!”

Ivy ran to Colby, reaching up for him to pick her up. “You have to get to bed, kiddo.” He said, picking her up.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. “Night, blue.”

Colby couldn’t help the smile on his face. “Goodnight, sweetheart”, he replied, putting her down so she could head to her mom. He was up editing for a few hours and when he checked the living room, all of the lights were off. He made sure the front door was locked and headed to bed.

“Ivy, you need to eat your breakfast so we can start our day.” Y/n quietly told her daughter for the 3rd time. Ivy laid her head down on the coffee table with her hand to her other cheek. “Aww, baby. Your teeth?” Y/n realized why her daughter had woken up in a mood.

Ivy nodded as a few tears fell down her cheeks. Y/n grabbed her ice pack and picked ivy up, cradling her in her arms with the ice pack against her cheek.

Colby was up the second he heard Ivy crying. He shot out of bed and hurried into the living room in just his sweatpants ready to tackle whatever made that little girl cry. “What’s going on?” he said, looking around until he saw the two girls on the couch. “What happened?” he asked, kneeling down in front of them.

“Nothing happened. I’m sorry she woke you up.” Y/n apologized, “She’s got a few more baby teeth coming in.”

“Stop apologizing”, Colby said, his voice still thick with sleep. He grabbed Ivy’s hand “I’m sorry you’re hurting.” Looking up at Y/n he asked, “Is there any medicine we can give her to help?”

“Yeah, actually. It’s in my room.” She answered, going to stand up.

“Here.” Colby said, putting his arms out for Ivy to come to him. “Why don’t you go grab the medicine and I’ll take this one.”

Ivy clung on to Colby, tucking her face in his neck. “Oooo your cheek is cold”, Colby laughed. “Do you want the ice?” he asked her, feeling her shake her head no.

“Here you go, baby.” Y/n walked into the kitchen to grab a spoon. “This will help you.” Ivy lifted her head to take her medicine and quickly tucked her face back in Colby’s neck. “This stuff always makes her so sleepy.”

“You’ll feel better soon.” Colby said, lightly bouncing her in his arms.

“I’ll go grab her a comfy outfit so she can sleep in her car-seat.” Y/n said, turning to head to her room.

“Y/n, you can just leave her here”, Colby suggested, continuing to bounce the little girl in his arms.

“I’m going to be gone all day, though.” Y/n replied, putting her hand on Ivy’s back.

“So? We can go back to bed for a while, I’ll make sure she gets something to eat in a little bit, and you won’t be stressing about her on your first writing day with Mike.” Colby reassured her.

Y/n thought about it. “Maybe I can come home for lunch.” She said, “I’d feel bad if you had to watch her all day.”

“Y/n, I don’t HAVE to do anything. I’m volunteering. And if you install her car-seat in my car, I can bring her to visit you guys if she’s feeling better when she wakes up.” He offered.

Y/n took in the scene in front of her. Colby was standing there shirtless, gently bouncing her daughter, rubbing soothing circles into her back. His hair was a mess and his eyes were closed as he mumbled little ‘you’re okays’ to Ivy. *I could get used to this* she thought to herself, finally warming up to the fact that maybe some people really do care. Not everyone wants something from you. “You’re a hard man to argue with.” Y/n smiled up at him.

“Then don’t argue with me.” Colby smirked.

Y/n reached up and pressed a kiss to Colby’s cheek. “I’m going to go get dressed”, she said, looking down at Ivy. “And this one is already half asleep so you two are good to go back to bed.”

“Does she have like a blanket she likes or a stuffed animal or something?” He asked, following Y/n.

“She’s never liked stuffed animals, actually.” Y/n answered. “Here’s her little security blanket.”

"I’ll grab that, we’re going to go nap, and you have a great day.” Colby said, sleepily wandering back to his room. He left his door open so Y/n could stop by if she wanted to before she left. “Let go, sweetheart.” Colby whispered to Ivy, laying her down on his bed and handing her her little blanket. He made sure she was on the side that was against the wall so that she didn’t roll off. “Your mom said you didn’t like stuffed animals, but this guy here is special.” He said, grabbing his stuffed koala.

Ivy sniffled, little remnants of her crying finally fading. “Thank you”

“Get some sleep.” He said, crawling into bed “You’ll feel better soon.”

When Y/n finished getting ready about an hour later, she quietly tiptoed into Colby’s room. She immediately grabbed her phone, taking a picture of the precious sight before her. Colby was on his side and Ivy was the cutest little spoon you’ve ever seen. In her arms was the stuffed Koala and Colby’s arm was draped over both of them, snoring.

Over the next week or so, it became a habit that when Y/n would wake up early to go write with Mike, Ivy would just crawl into bed with Colby. He would wake up hours later to tiny cuddles. They’d get dressed, go sit at some restaurant for lunch, and then bring food to Mike and Y/n. In fact, Colby’s video this week was just vlog footage of him and Ivy. They had gone to the zoo, gotten ice cream or food a dozen times, and gone to the park to swing. Today, Brennen brought Kobe over to the apartment so Colby and him could film a video for Brennen’s channel.

“I never thought I’d think something was cuter than my dog, but damn.” Brennen laughed, watching Ivy and Kobe play fetch.

Colby laughed, reminding Ivy not to throw the toy in the kitchen. He didn’t want her to get hurt on the corners of the counter. “She’s something”, he said, hearing Ivy call out an “I’m sorry.”

“You’re okay, sweetheart. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” Colby smiled.

“You’re in full dad mode, bro.” Brennen said, smirking over at one of his best friends.

Colby looked at him with his eyebrows furrowed together. “Am not.”

“My dude, it’s obvious you care about her. And you haven’t shut up about Y/n.” Brennen laughed, hitting Colby’s chest with the back of his hand. “You haven’t come out partying once since they got here.”

“First, y/n obviously doesn’t like me like that. She’s been here for 2 weeks and absolutely nothing has happened. No real flirting, no nothing. So, I can pine all I want, but I’m going to have to accept it when they leave.” Colby said, trying not to sound sad about that fact.

“I disagree”, Brennen tried to sneak in, but Colby continued talking, giving him a look.

“And second, I do care about Ivy.” Colby said, hearing her break out in a fit of laughter as Kobe licked her face. “I have this feeling that her dad was a dirtbag.”

“Yeah?” Brennen asked.

“Y/n would fight back tears the whole first week she was here whenever we were nice to her. Like, just our normal friends group level of nice.” Colby said, thinking back on how Y/n had reacted. “And Ivy apologized for everything. She accidentally spilled water on the coffee table and kept asking me if I was sure she wasn’t in trouble. Like, who the fuck would get mad over spilling water? Especially at their own daughter?”

“Have you talked to Y/n about it?” Bren asked.

“No. I kind of let her know I knew something was going on. That I was here. That she could talk to me whenever she was ready, I just…They don’t deserve that, dude. They deserve all the love in the world.” Colby continued watching Ivy and Kobe play.

“I gotta head out, but I’m going to say something to you first.” Brennen said, waiting for Colby to look at him. “I know you’re young. I know. #Brolby. We’re wild boys that like to have fun and do stupid shit so I know I’m not who you expected this to come from…but you’ve got a lot of love to give, brother. My dad didn’t give two shits about what happened to my siblings or my mom. It’s fucking obvious you care. A LOT. So don’t NOT take your chance because your palms get sweaty around your crush. There’s a lot more riding on this than whether or not a girl rejects you. No one’s going to love that little girl as much as you already do.”

Brennen stood up, putting his phone in his pocket and grabbing his camera. “Preciosa mío, come say bye to uncle Brennen.” He called out, picking Ivy up when she ran to him. “I promise I’ll bring Kobe back to play soon.” He kissed her on the cheek and put her down.

“Hey Ivy, if you go put on your jacket, we can go see mommy and Mike.” Colby stood up, following Brennen to the door.

Ivy ran to her room squealing about getting to play with more dogs.

“Brennen.” Colby said, pulling him into their usual bro hug when he turned around. When Brennen went to pull away, Colby held him tight for a second. “Thanks, man.”

Brennen clapped him on the back, “Anytime, brother.”

part 3...

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