#would i share it? nahh not likely

[loving-delusions]

for everyone waiting for me to draw

im. occupied rn

yeagh

rambles in the tags again per usual ggrgagrgha

[livehexmoments]

SO...Here it is. My biggest fanfic yet and for the hex...focusing on a character that had less than 5 minutes of screentime (and died :( ) and here i am shipping him with the revenge hungry bartender and cold hearted groonda (ill come up with a good title for it later) I enjoyed writing and rewriting this fic even though it was painful to get through at times. Is it the best it can be? Probably not FWEGRWEGH Some general cws for character death, mention of nsfw (nothing explicitly shown, but it is implied/mentioned), and drinking/someone getting drunk (lemme know if i missed any!!)

Also no joke, this is 11,100 words and in google docs, it amounts to 29 pages. This is pretty long and splitting up into chapters just didnt feel right so it’s all underneath the “Keep reading”. If you are not prepared to read through the entire thing, i understand completely and hope you have a nice day wherever you are <3. If so, I do hope you enjoy it !! :)!

Rootbeer Tender. 

Personally, Jay never heard of the game until he overheard a bunch of Groondas talk about it. From what he gathered, the game itself was said to be like a janky arcade game that played like it was made by a toddler. The only reason why a bunch of Gameworks employees go there (other than for a job) is because of a quaint little tavern that serves the best root beer around. Jay, finding himself curious, decided to go to the bar himself to see if it held up to that standard. What else was he doing other than cleaning? He could use a nice root beer. The forest loomed over him as he approached the inn. Although the inn looked welcoming, the jankiness and unpolished look made him feel a bit out of place. The lights were dimmed and the moon hung in the woods, omitting an eerie glow. Jay knew it was late and they were probably closed, but this was his only time off. He had to at least try a rootbeer. But as soon as he got to the door, he felt himself getting cold feet. They probably were closed, so why bother whoever’s working there now? As he turned to walk back to the base, he heard the door open behind him. 

Jay turns around to see what looked to be the barkeep, holding the door open with a warm smile. Peering from behind his legs was this weird looking…Groonda? Jay couldn’t tell, but it was hunched over with an annoyed expression on its face. Jay looked anxious as he stuttered,

“Oh I’m terribly sorry. I-I was just- Well, I was just leaving so I’ll come back tomorrow when you’re open-”

The barkeep interrupted, “Leave? After you came all the way from the base? I don’t mind pouring one more glass.”

Jay grinned nervously. While the barkeep’s kindness was something he can appreciate, the idea of making these two work overtime for him? Well that was just rude in Jay’s opinion. 

“Oh, that’s very kind of you, but really I should get going. You both look like you need some sleep.” Jay stuttered out as he tried to walk off. Apparently, the barkeep was having none of it and took a step forward to grab Jay by the shoulders with one arm. Jay’s face flushed as the bartender started to lead him into the tavern. 

“Nonsense! Come right in, take a seat, please!” The barkeep paused his movements to look at the smaller man who Jay swore was giving him a dirty look. “Jeremiah, would you mind fetching another barrel from the basement?” The barkeep asked with a warm smile on his face.

Jeremiah nods wordlessly and he heads down into the basement.

Meanwhile, The bartender leads Jay to a stool and he sits down. Jay takes the moment to look around the inn while the bartender gets a glass ready. It was homey. The gramophone in the corner of the room was playing a song that Jay will have stuck in his head for days. The sudden voice of the bartender interrupted his musings,

“So mister, how do you take your rootbeer?” Jay looked over to him. Jeremiah was already back (Jay swore he didn’t hear him come back) and was setting up a barrel on the far side of the room. The bartender was looking at him with a patient smile. Jay quickly glanced away, not used to anyone showing him such patience or kindness.

“I never had a rootbeer before.” He nervously said, rubbing the back of his head.

The bartender looks surprised. “Never had a root beer?!” He exclaimed in shock. Jay nodded, still looking away from him. The barkeep hummed and quickly went over to the barrel. “Well, I’ll just make the First Timer’s special.” 

Before Jay can even ask what that is, he watches in awe as the barkeep makes his drink so fast that by time he slides it over for Jay to catch, Jay misses and the drink falls on the floor. The loud glass shattering makes Jay winces as he fearfully looks over to the bartender who was just staring at him. 

“I-I’m so so sorry! I’ll clean it myself or I can just leave if you want-” His apologies were interrupted by the barkeep laughing loudly. His face flushes in embarrassment as he gets up from his seat to leave. The bartender slows down his laughing to motion Jay to sit back down.

“Oh you’re fine! It was just an accident, no need to be embarrassed. It’s my fault anyway. I keep forgetting sometimes not all my customers are familiar with my game.” The barkeep said sheepishly as he made another drink. Jay sits back down hesitantly, still looking at the mess.

“Do you still want me to clean it?”

“Hm? Oh, of course not! Jeremiah will take care of it.”

Right on cue, Jeremiah is already sweeping up the glass. Jay frowns, looking at the annoyed and tired expression on his face with sympathy. He recalled those late nights where some idiots decided to make a big mess at 2 am and Irving had forced Jay to stay overtime to clean it, making the same expression as Jeremiah’s. The bartender turns around with the remade drink in hand, only to find his patron was helping Jeremiah with the mess, using a nearby mop to clean up the drink. It was a welcome surprise to see Jeremiah seemingly having a conversation with a customer, especially one so skittish and anxious as Jay. Their conversation gets interrupted by the barkeep.

“What game are you from?” The barkeep asked curiously as he put Jay’s drink down where he sat. Both of them looked at him. 

“Well…I’m just the janitor at the Gameworks base, sir. I wasn’t created from a game initially.” Jay stated, finishing up his cleaning and handing the mop to Jeremiah to put away. He sat down at his seat.

“Really? Well, I’m shocked.” The barkeep sounded genuine. He pulled up a stool from behind him to sit across from Jay. “And here I thought all characters were made for some type of game.”

“That’s kind of true? I mean, we all get used for games eventually. But in the meantime, some characters just work around the base. I-I have a friend who’s just a mechanic. She just makes sure things work right in games and anywhere else.” Jay took a sip of his drink. His eyes widened as the sweet flavor of the root beer covered his taste buds. He takes another sip, this time a bit longer, just to savor it. The barkeep chuckles at the sight of it, glad that he was able to satisfy another customer. 

“So? Was it good?”

“Better than good! This is the sweetest drink I’ve ever had in my life. Probably the best root beer I’ve ever had too, and it’s my first time drinking one.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear it!” The barkeep says with a proud grin. “You know, I just realized we never even properly introduced ourselves.”

“Oh- uh, my bad, I-”

“Friend, don’t worry about it! My name is Rootbeer Reginald, but please just call me Reggie. The little guy over there,” he pointed towards Jeremiah, who was putting away the mop and cleaning supplies. “His name is Jeremiah, that’s my janitor.” 

Jay tilted his head a bit at Reggie, who looked at him with a smile.

“...Your first name is Rootbeer?”

The smile faltered a bit as Reggie laughed nervously.

“No, not really. It’s just what I’m called. The only thing I serve in this tavern is root beer, you know?”

“Yes, but…You just said your name is “Rootbeer Reginald” so excuse me if I find it hard to believe you. Also, it sounds like something Lionel would make up for a character name.” Jay snickered watching the bartender’s face flushed in embarrassment and annoyance. 

“Well! It doesn’t matter because I insist you just call me Reggie. Enough about my name, what’s yours?”

“Jay.”

“Jay…that’s a nice name.” The barkeep holds his hand towards Jay, who shakes it. 

“It’s better than having RootBeer as a first name.” Jay says in a jokey tone, feeling the little root beer in his system. He expects Reggie to get furious, but is a bit shocked to see him look annoyed but still smiling. 

“Oh knock it off! At least I have a last name.”

“Which is also a first name..”

Reginald and Jay laugh together at the absurdity of it. As the night goes on, Jay finds himself becoming more comfortable. Reginald was a great conversationalist, listening to Jay with a warm smile. Jeremiah wasn’t too bad either. The little guy was sitting with them, quietly listening along and only talking unless spoken to. Jay made a mental note to maybe get to know him better when he came to the tavern again.

...

As Jay finished his drink, he felt a bit sad that he had to leave. If he wasn’t there by sunrise, Irving would kill him. 

“Again, I’m sorry I came here so late. I hope I didn’t screw up your sleep schedule or anything.” Jay watched as Reggie waved him off, finishing his cleaning and putting the stool back.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I forgot how nice it is just to have some company. Not to say you’re not good company, Jeremiah!” Reggie laughs as Jeremiah rolls his eyes. Jay laughs along, a warm smile on his usually depressed face. As he waved goodbye to them and bid them good night, Jay was sure this wouldn’t be the last he would see of them.

“I hate Irving so much. Oh ‘mir, I wish I can just get reassigned to your game so I wouldn’t have to deal with his fucking BULLSHIT!!” Jay yelled as he gulped down his fifth drink. Reggie sighed as he cleaned a dirty glass and watched Jay, feeling sorry for the guy.

“Language, Jay.” Jeremiah said in a monotone voice, taking a seat on the bar next to Jay. 

Jay was clearly shitfaced, having drank about 5 root beers in one go. His face was flushed red with his hair looking messed up. When he finished, he slammed the glass on the bar, almost breaking it. 

“Sorry, sorry, I-I’m just so tired. I don’t understand how you two can stand the asshole. Bossing us around, treating us like garbage, he doesn’t care. He never did.” Jay hiccuped, tears running down his face as he choked back drunken sobs. Jeremiah rubbed his back to comfort him. Reggie took the glass away from Jay, cleaning it already.

“Can-Can I have another?”

“No. I’m cutting you off, Jay. As a friend, I will not allow you to die of root beer poisoning.” Reggie puts the now cleaned glass away and walks over to the other side of the bar, sitting next to Jay on the other side. “And I think Irving…I think he’s just stressed. He has a lot on his plate and I’m sure he cares. I don’t think it’s right he’s taking it out on you though, but I can talk to him about it. He visits sometimes.”

Reggie’s smile fades as Jay turns to look straight at him. 

“You don’t- You just don’t- What the hell is wrong with you?! Can’t you comprehend that Irving doesn’t like us?” Jay laughs a bit manically as Reggie frowns. Jeremiah behind him growls a bit, becoming defensive. 

“Reginald just sees the good in people, Jay. Nothing wrong with that.”

“But you of all people should know! I…”

Jay looks at both of them, and suddenly grabs their hands. 

“I just want what’s best for you two. You’re the only friends I have and I’m terrified of ending up alone.” As Jay is saying this, he is glancing back and forth at Reggie and Jeremiah, gripping their hands tighter. While Jeremiah looks confused with his face red, Reggie smiles gently and rubs Jay’s knuckles. 

“Your concern is appreciated, Jay. I assure you that I’m not mad, you’re drunk and stressed and sometimes you gotta let it out! I know I do that sometimes.” Reggie laughs softly. Jay can feel Jeremiah squeeze his hand a bit. “But Jeremiah and I aren’t going anywhere. You’re our friend, Jay. You’ll always have a place here at the inn. Anytime. Maybe I’ll convince Irving to let you work here. I could always use more help around here. Certainly would lessen the load, right Jeremiah?”

Jeremiah spoke up, “Yes. It would be nice to have a second pair of hands around.” 

Jay sniffled as he stood up from his chair, a shaky and bittersweet smile on his face.

“Thank you. I mean it, truely, thank you. I have- I have to leave. See you tomorrow?” 

Reggie noticed how much he wobbled as he stood and looked at him concerned.

“Are you sure you can even make it back? I’m happy to let you sleep in the cabin for the night.”

“I’m fineee, better than fine. I feel great. You two always make me feel better. With your kindness and…no nonsense attitude.” Jay giggles at that for some reason. He notices how he was still holding their hands, clearly not letting go. But instead of just letting go and apologizing like he normally would, his drunken mind decided to embrace the homoerotic nature of it all and kiss their cheeks instead. Letting go of their hands, he walks out of the tavern, yelling good night to them and saying he loves them while laughing. What Jay didn’t see was their flushed faces and sudden realization that maybe their friendship wasn’t so platonic afterall. 

...

Several years have passed since that night.

Jay sighed as he cleaned the floor of the temple, staring at the reflection of the shiny clean floor.

He didn’t know why his mind decided to drift back to his memories of the inn. Hearing the songs on the gramophone, the smell of rootbeer, and the laughter of the barkeep after Jay told him a joke.

He really did miss Reggie. His warm smile. How he always knew what to say and what advice to give. How he would so gently put his hand on Jay’s shoulder after crying and complaining about a long day of work.

Even Jeremiah, for as creepy and cold the little guy could be, there was something in there. They both could relate to the horrid treatment they faced at the hands of Gamefuna (especially in regards to Irving). There were moments, Jay recalled, where Jeremiah would let down his cold exterior to reveal a much softer side of him. One that would grab your hand and never let go. One who concerns himself over every little thing, worries over your safety and well being and-

Jay’s eyes widened at his sudden realization. He was in love with them, wasn’t he? Was he that repressed he couldn’t acknowledge it? Why did he hesitate for so long? If he had just confessed sooner, if he just wasn't a coward, would things be different? Would he not feel so alone anymore?

The truth is, Jay thought as his hands began to tremble a bit, that it wouldn’t have mattered. They vanished long before Jay could even rationalize his true feelings towards them. Apparently moved to a different game but he didn’t believe that. Not after Irving told him with an almost relieved and cruel face. And what difference would it make if he told? It wouldn’t have lasted, in fact it would have made everything worse. Imagine confessing the two people who made him the happiest in the world and they accepted him, or rejected him in a soft way. Jay knows for a fact Reggie is far too kind to reject someone coldly. It’s not like him to be cruel. Jeremiah would go along with whatever Reggie would say, so maybe he had a shot. Who knows but the point is it would always be the same fate. Happiness then nothing. 

There was no stopping Rootbeer Tender’s shut down, complete erasure from Lionel’s portfolio. Why? Because he was the first, the less polished game? What a sick joke. All of Lionel’s games were unpolished travesties, Rootbeer Tender was no different. The game…no, not just the game. Reggie and Jeremiah did not deserve whatever Irving did to them. Jay should have been there. He could have tried to prevent it. Even if he couldn’t, he could have given one more goodbye, he could have-

Jay’s thoughts halted when he saw droplets of water on the floor. He shakily touched his face to feel some wetness on his cheeks. He was crying. He quickly started to wipe his eyes and sniff up his snot when he heard the door opening. Thankfully it wasn’t Chandrelle, but the great sage doing his routine checks. The sage stopped in front of Jay.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Just allergies.”

“Ah, I see.”

The sage quickly looked around to make sure everything was in order and walked away to the door. All the while, Jay’s memories of the inn and the two owners he adored kept haunting him. All he can do is mop the same spot, over and over, lost in the images of happier days and the regrets he had. A voice suddenly spoke up, it was the sage.

“Jay?”

“Hm?”

“...You missed a spot near the altar.”

And with that the Sage left and closed the door. Jay threw his mop on the floor and softly sobbed in his hands, standing alone in the temple.

...

It was almost ironic how much Lazarus reminded Jay of himself that day. Crying alone in the temple where no one would hear him, wishing to go back to the days of old. Yet never realizing how the past was not much better than the present. Jay watched Lazarus from the slightly opened door of his room, softly sobbing in his hands and trembling as every sob choked out of his throat. He didn’t mean to stumble upon such a private moment. He was just trying to get away from Junior, who had been arguing with him all day about wanting to handle the explosives (which Jay knows from experience, will only end in disaster). 

As he was heading to his own room, he heard the sobs and had to peek in. As much as Jay would want to comfort him, he knew better. Lazarus was a very private person. Rarely expressing any emotion other than a depressed frown and emotionless eyes. He never let anyone in his room nor did he talk about how he felt about things, just went along with whatever Jay or Junior said. It concerned Jay how loyal and unquestioning Lazarus could be, but supposed it was because of his days as a knight. It was hard to recode an entire character after all, or at least he heard Irving complain about it one time. Still, Jay decided to softly sigh and attempt to leave him alone. 

Unfortunately, the door creaked just loud enough and opened only enough for Lazarus to stop and look up at Jay. Jay could see his horrified face staring at him, silently pleading with him not to tell and leave. At this moment, Jay could have walked up to him and comforted him, telling him that it’s all going to be okay, they’ll get out eventually. But what good would lying do? He wasn’t even sure Lazarus’s plan of going to that “Six Pint Inn'' would even work. However, as much as Jay’s instincts told him to walk away and avoid an awkward confrontation, staring at the poor ex-knight with sickly pale green skin and red eyes made him realize that taking the coward’s path was a horrible option. So he opted to compromise. 

Slowly entering the room, he pulled out a clean rag from his armor (he always carried one or two around to clean the blood from his suit) and handed it to Lazarus. He softly sighed as Lazarus took the rag with an unreadable expression. 

“If you ever need to talk, uh, about anything, I’ll listen. I won’t tell Junior anything, it’s none of his business.” There was an awkward pause. Lazarus simply stared at him and Jay had to look away, turning around to head out the room. Before Jay can leave, he heard Lazarus speak up softly.

“Thank you. You’re a good man, Jay.” 

Jay glanced at Lazarus, who he noticed was giving a small smile as he wiped his eyes. Jay smiled back at him and nodded, leaving the room. It was a small gesture, but it was enough. Mir’, Jay hoped it was enough. 

...

Walking through the forest path felt familiar to Jay. Following behind Lazarus, he couldn’t help but to look around, desperately trying to remember if he had ever walked down this path. The storm raging on didn’t help with this process. As the thunder boomed and lightning cracked down from the sky, his thought process stopped and he jumped a little. Junior, who was walking beside him, laughed.

“Aw, what’s the matter? You’re scared of a little storm?”

“No! I was just startled, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh.” Junior said with a smug smirk.

Lazarus barely turned around to engage in their shenanigans. He gave a small glance before motioning them to pick up the pace. Jay frowned at this. He always worried about Lazarus. Poor guy was never the same after what happened in Secrets of Legendaria. 

After a bit of walking, Lazarus stopped in front of the inn.

“..We’re here.”

While Junior was complaining about how small the inn actually was and Lazarus was knocking on the door, Jay’s eyes widened in realization. 

This was Rootbeer Tender. It had to be. He turned to his right to see the cabin, a few paces away. There was no mistaking it. That was Reggie’s cabin, clearly seeing better days, but still intact. Could this mean that he’s…alive? Was he truly replaced by someone else?

Lazarus’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Jay!” He turned to look at him.

“Come on, the door’s open.” “...Right.”

Jay took a deep breath and adjusted his helmet. He entered the inn.

The place was far different to what he remembered of it. The rows of bars were gone, replaced with only one in the center of the room. The most striking change was the giant mirror behind the bar. But it was disgusting, the dust made it impossible to see a clear reflection. He noticed even more little details, like the vending machine on the far right of the room, and even a door that leads to what looked to be a kitchen. A kitchen was the strangest thing to Jay. He remembered how bad Reggie’s cooking was, even if the man himself would never admit it was. Speaking of Reggie, he did notice the portrait of him and Jeremiah. Jay would never say it outloud but he couldn’t help it, the portrait just reminded him of how handsome Reggie was (and Jeremiah, but he couldn’t get a good look at him. He almost laughed to see how the photo cut him off due to his height).

Lazarus and Junior were already making themselves known. Junior walks over to Weasel Kid, interrupting an one sided conversation between him and the weird old man in survivor gear. Jay watched as Junior said something so funny apparently it made the kid laugh. Out of all people, he did not expect to see Weasel Kid end up here. Lazarus was sitting on the stool, talking to someone he couldn’t see from where he was standing. So he glanced around to see if anyone else was here.

He saw what looked like a fighting character. Jay had to think for a moment to remember the fighter’s name. Bryce, Jay remembered, that was his name. He remembered his one fight with Steambot Willy. He never got the chance to really talk to him during that fight or when he saw Bryce walking around base. But from the memories of Bryce waving to him every time they acknowledged each other’s existence, he always seemed nice enough. He looked to be talking quietly to Chandrelle. So that’s what happened to them, Jay thought to himself. He can see why Lazarus was so adamant on going here. Chandrelle looked about the same as Jay remembered. He’s almost grateful that she hasn't recognized him or Junior yet. Junior especially, remembering that talk with Lazarus and him confessing what she did to Moji. Jay never understood why Lazarus would still see any good in her, but Jay supposes that being her swordsman has something to do with it. 

Jay finally decides to stop standing in the entrance, as his feet were starting to hurt and he didn’t want to draw any attention to himself. He took a seat next to where Bryce and Chandrelle were standing, keeping his back turned to them to watch Lazarus talk to the bartender. The bartender was-

. . .

Jay’s eyes widened as he recognized him. Rootbeer Regianld himself. For Mir’s sake, what happened to him? He looked much older than Jay could ever have imagined, with wrinkles on his face and dark shadows under his eyes. He was supposed to be a year or two younger than Jay. They joked about that a lot. His hair was receding a bit and he noticed the wheelchair Reggie was sitting in. Jay looked at the portrait on the wall and back at the barkeep, wondering why the years were seemingly so cruel to him. Jay hoped to whatever creator was behind the screen that Jeremiah didn’t look much worse. Jay’s thoughts were interrupted by Junior’s impatient yelling.

“JAY! Man, what the hell is wrong with you?!”

Jay realized that all eyes were on him. The confused stares of patrons, Lazarus’s concerned stare, Junior’s frustrated look, and Reggie’s emotionless face made Jay more and more uncomfortable. Jay shook his head and stood straighter.

“S-Sorry, what were you saying?”

Reginald spoke up and Jay noticed how much rougher his voice sounded.

“I was saying that you three are needed in the attic. Take the elevator. Weasel Kid will be there to guide you, isn’t that right?”

“Whatever.”

Jay followed the three onto the elevator. There was a moment before the elevator moved where he and Reggie locked eyes. Neither one broke it as the elevator slowly moved up. It was clear that Reginald recognized him yet Jay can sense a disbelief in his face as well. The thoughts stuck with Jay, long after the elevator reached the 2nd floor and the group followed Weasel to the attic.

...

Jay never recalled the old inn even having an attic, let alone a second floor. His way up to the attic was filled with him looking around the decor and rooms the place had. Reginald and Jeremiah never had good taste in decoration, let alone ones that fit, but for what it was, it was decent. Though, Jay probably would have done a better job. He was grateful that the way up was an awkward silence, although Junior and Weasel would mutter amongst themselves, discussing whatever that didn’t concern Jay. It was when they reached the attic that Jay came across another familiar face. Although he was in robes and his face was hidden, Jay had no doubts that it was Jeremiah. There weren’t a lot of small, hunched over people with a robe such as his that Jay knew. As Jeremiah turned around to face them, he noticed a small patch on the robe. Did something happen to him..? Those thoughts would have to wait as Jeremiah spoke,

“Ah…So you finally arrived. Early, I might add. I thought we agreed to debrief tomorrow, Lazarus?”

“The sooner, the better. I want to get this over with.” There was a small pause as Jeremiah let out a pleased hum.

“I understand. I think you made a good call. Now, let us go over the plan.”

Jeremiah unceremoniously took off the robe. He looked pretty much the same as he used to, only with a similar patch on his suit. Jay breathed a small sigh of relief. He didn’t know how he would react if Jeremiah looked as bad as Reggie did. As everyone gathered around the table, Jay noticed how he stared at him for a brief second only to start discussing the plan like nothing happened.

It seemed like a good plan. Everyone does their part, they steal the artifact, get out, then bomb the base and everyone inside. Irving would die (maybe? He didn’t sound so sure about it) and they would be back at the inn safely. Weasel would find his own way and sneak into the sewers, carrying the bomb and blowing up column A when the time was right. Junior would clear out any soldiers to prevent a flank, Lazarus would help when necessary, and Jay was in charge of disarming the security system. Due to Lazarus’s insistence on doing the debriefing early, it only made sense to enact the plan that early morning. While the plan seemed self explanatory, Jay couldn’t help but to have a bad feeling about it. Those feelings only worsened when Jeremiah started to discuss the disclaimers. 

For one, there was no backing out. It was either you’re in or not, and if anyone makes an attempt to leave, they would die. By Jeremiah’s hands or any other brave soul willing to do it. He also made clear that this plan was not flawless. There was a likelihood that any of them could die during the operation. Jay wasn’t surprised to see Lazarus agree to all of this so quickly. No hesitation as he nods and shakes Jeremiah’s hand. Jay admits that Lazarus was someone who would rather be dead than to be sent on another mission again. Jay couldn’t help but to agree, even if he was absolutely terrified of dying. Junior was on board with this whole plan as well. Of course, he probably ignored the warnings and just wanted to cause as much damage to Gameworks as possible. Jay heard Junior loudly tease Weasel Kid to “not fuck this up and kill everyone” as the two were leaving for the elevator. Jay was about to follow them and Lazarus out, but heard Jeremiah call out for him.

“Hang on. You, Jay, I need to discuss something with you.”

Lazarus glanced back at Jay who shrugged and motioned to go on without him.

Jay returned to the table, sitting across from Jeremiah who was staring at him intently. There was an awkward silence. 

“So, it’s been a while.” Jay broke the silence while wringing his hands together. Jeremiah took a deep breath, his age was becoming apparent as Jay saw how tired the man really looked.

“Yes. It has. What are you doing here?”

Jay shrugged and responded, “I was resigned to this game.” He paused for a second, realizing it wasn’t 100% true, so he rephased it. “Well, it was more of me wanting to be in it for the excitement.” Jay let out a bitter laugh.

Jeremiah looked surprised. “Out of all games, you chose this one? You’re a janitor, Jay. Not a soldier.”

“I’m beginning to realize that.”

There is another pause. Jay looked away from Jeremiah, content with staring at the ground. He didn’t want him to see how he was almost crying. 

“I thought you both died. I mourned for you two.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“What happened to you and Reggie?”

Jeremiah started to tap his clawed finger on the table, a bit of a pained look on his face.

“I..I wish not to discuss it without Reginald’s consent.”

“I see. Well, it’s good to see you’re both alive and well. I should get going.”

As Jay was about to get up and leave this awkward situation, Jeremiah stopped him, this time grabbing his arm quickly.

“I did not say that this discussion was over, Jay.”

“What is it you want to discuss?”

“The plan. I want you to make sure you’re in.”

That made Jay look back at Jeremiah. He laughed awkwardly, becoming nervous under Jeremiah’s stern stare.

“I…I don’t think I should be a part of it. There’s no room for cowards and well, I haven’t changed in that regard.”

“Jay. You were never a coward.”

“I find that very hard to believe.” Jeremiah looked a bit frustrated. He climbed on top of the table to gently grab Jay’s shoulders.

“Listen to me. You are not a coward. In fact, we-...I need you for this plan. You’re the only other person with only knowledge of the base and its systems. I promise you will be safe so long as you follow everything to a tee, I’ll make sure of it.”

A sudden static noise from Jeremiah’s pocket interrupts the conversation. As he excuses himself and answers, Jay reflects on what Jeremiah told him. While it was nice to hear Jeremiah be so confident about him, his self doubt was already asking why that was. He was a coward, plenty of times he ran away from a fight when his comrades were doing all the fighting. Even back then, he was too afraid of rejection to even- 

No, Jay grimaced and shaked his head as he shook the thought out of his head. He stopped his thoughts from wandering any further when he saw Jeremiah put the device back in his pocket and looked at Jay.

“That was Reginald. He requests that you spend the night with us in the cabin.”

Jay furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why?”

“It’s far too dangerous to fly in this weather. The others already have their rooms, but we have a miscalculation in how many people we would have to room. Besides, Reggie insists you come to the cabin. He would like to speak with you as well.” All of a sudden, Jeremiah grabbed his hand, which flustered Jay. His hand was freezing, it felt like he was holding a corpse’s hand more than a living person’s. “It’s nothing bad. It would be better than sleeping outside and it will be just us. Like old times.” Jeremiah said in a soft tone, softly smiling at Jay. Jay had seen Jerry smile genuinely before yet this one felt a bit forced. But Jay didn’t seem to care. In the moment, seeing Jeremiah’s smile only flustered him more as old feelings started to come back.

“...Alright.” Jay reluctantly said after glancing back and forth at the ground and Jeremiah’s face.

With that, Jeremiah leads him to the secret elevator and they head down to the lobby, which was completely empty. Jay noticed as they exited the inn that Jeremiah never let go of his hand, content with leading him to the cabin. The warm lights of its inside softly shining in the distance contrasted with the dread Jay felt in his stomach. 

...

When Jay entered the cabin, it looked pretty much the same as it used to. Although there were some little details that looked new to Jay, it all felt familiar to him which was comforting. Yet, the presence of Reggie staring at the blank computer screen made the atmosphere more ominous. When Jeremiah came in and shut the door behind them, he turned to look at the two, wheeling his chair around to face them fully. The squeaking of the wheels made Jay cringe. Reggie stared for a moment, specifically at Jay, before giving him a small smile.

“Well I’ll be. It really is you. How have you been?”

Reggie’s smile and tone just felt wrong to Jay. It just didn’t feel…genuine. That’s what Reggie always was: Genuine. “I’ve been worse…What about you? Have you been doing alright?”

“Not at all!” Reggie gave a sharp and bitter laugh. Jay frowned at his response, realizing with seeing him in the wheelchair how dumb the question really sounded. Reginald continued, “Oh, I haven’t been alright in a long, long time. Neither of us have been. Isn’t that right Jeremiah?”

Jay almost forgot Jeremiah was there for how silent he was. Jeremiah climbed onto the arm of the wheelchair and clung onto it like a hawk with a trainer. 

“Yes. It has been a difficult time for us.”

Jay looked at both of them with sympathy. There was an awkward silence between the three of them. 

“But enough of this pity talk. It’s far too depressing for this reunion. Afterall, it’s been so long since the three of us got to be together like this! Would you mind grabbing those drinks behind you for us? And pull up a chair! Relax for a while! It’ll be just like old times.” Reggie broke the silence with a cheery tone and grin, gesturing towards the lone chair and table with glasses filled behind Jay. Jay took the chair and placed it in front of Reggie and Jeremiah. When he did sit down in front of them, passing the drinks along and taking his own, there was still an uncomfortable tension between them all. This didn’t feel like “old times”. Old times would be them laughing at jokes they made and complaining about their jobs. The old times would have Jay listening to Reggie and Jeremiah talk to each other, engrossed in their own conversation. Jay never minded. He knew how dedicated the two were to each other. He always felt grateful that they chose him to be a witness to their closer and more intimate moments. But the attention was all on him now and he wasn’t sure what to do with it. Jay took small sips of his drink as he watched the other two across from him looked as uncomfortable as he was. 

“So… How come you’re in a wheelchair?” The moment Jay asked that question, Reggie frowned and he clenched the wheelchair’s arm.

“I’d rather not discuss it.” 

“Reggie. I know it sounds like a sensitive topic-”

“If you know, then why are we discussing it?” Reggie forced a smile when saying that. For some reason, that forced smile was Jay’s final straw. Jay huffed in frustration.

“Because I thought, for all these years, that you two died. The least you can do is tell me what happened.”

“Again, I’d rather not. I’m sorry that our disappearance concerned you so much, however-” Jay suddenly interrupted Reggie in a fit of anger, shouting at them.  

“Concerned?! I was more than concerned about you. I mourned for you. I cared so much about you two. Honestly, you two were the only friends I had. I just want to know what’s going on. This whole plan and…everything, it’s not like you two.”

Jay grabbed Reggie’s hand. Reggie flinched, which was concerning to Jay. But his attention was on him and not Jeremiah.

“No matter what you tell me, it will never leave this cabin. I promise you.” Jay grabs Jeremiah’s hand as well. Cold and small as it always was, yet his grip was tight. He can feel Jeremiah’s sharp nails dig into his skin. He ignored the pain and continued to push, “So can you two please tell me what happened to the old Reggie and Jeremiah? What changed?”

Reginald took a deep breath, glancing over to Jeremiah who was matching his tired expression. He stared into Jay’s concerned eyes, gripping his hand tightly.

“...Lionel did this to me.” Reggie confessed with a serious tone, not breaking eye contact with Jay. Jay couldn’t help but look confused. Lionel was a jerk, sure, but to this degree?

“Lionel? But-”

“He wanted this, Jay. He wanted me gone, but didn’t want any blood on his hands. So he sent Irving to do the dirty work of getting rid of me. I couldn’t believe it myself. Why would he want to get rid of me? He loved rootbeer and most importantly, he loved me. Or so I thought.” Jay noticed how Reginald was slightly shaking as he spoke. His hand was on his face, looking like he was desperately trying to keep composure. Jeremiah was already by his side, using his other arm to wrap around Reggie’s shoulders (or at least as far as his short arms can reach). Jay kept quiet, intently listening as he continued to hold their hands. Reggie continued,

“I refused to leave and well… I suppose Irving “respected” that decision.” He gestured towards his legs, letting out a bitter laugh. Jay’s eyes widen in horror as he puts the pieces together. It wasn’t out of character for Irving to be cruel, but this? This was on a whole other level. Reggie treated Irving with nothing but kindness and this is what he gets? It made Jay’s stomach turn. 

“Have you ever felt betrayal, Jay?” Reginald asked Jay who snapped out of his angered thoughts.

“I-I don’t think so.” 

“It’s the most painful feeling you will ever experience. Far worse than any physical torment, especially when your legs get broken into tiny bits of bones that stick out like knives. You lay on the floor, writhing in pain, thinking “Why would they do this to me? Was I not good enough? Was it my fault?”. And it is their fault, not mine! Never mine! I loved him! It’s all their fault. IT’S ALL HIS FAULT-” 

As Reggie begins to yell in anger, he stops when he feels Jeremiah squeeze his shoulder, looking upset. He takes a deep breath as Jeremiah continues for him. “Lionel wanted to look like a game dev prodigy in the eyes of the unsuspecting public. Super Weasel Kid being his first game looks better than Rootbeer Tender. Such mediocrity being praised, it sickens me. How can a game like that excuse the denial of our existence? For our suffering? Can you even fathom such a thing?” Jeremiah said all of that with such venom, Jay almost wondered why Weasel Kid was even allowed in the inn. He continued, “Irving. For what he did to Reginald, he must suffer.”

“Ah, Jeremiah,” Reginald interrupted gently, “We are getting a bit ahead of ourselves.” “Wh-What does that mean? Is that what this whole plan is about? To get revenge on Irving?” Jay asked, slowly putting together the pieces. Reginald only gave Jay a dry smile. 

“Ah. Well, you are about half right. I want Irving and Lionel dead.”

Jay let go of both of their hands, his face morphing into shock and horror. He stared at both of them in disbelief.

“Dead? You want them dead? That’s-” Jay laughs at how absurd it sounded. “Reggie, that’s nearly impossible. Lionel is on the other side of the screen! And Irving well-”

“Jay, I know this. That’s what this whole plan is for! Do you take me as a fool?” Reggie accused Jay with a bitter tone. Jay couldn’t help but to think if this really was Rootbeer Reggie and Jeremiah, his janitor. They certainly weren’t acting like them. The Jeremiah he knew was cold, but not malicious and hateful like the one in front of him. And the Reggie he knew was kind. Someone who would forgive too easily and always had a bright smile on his face. The man in front of him was not him, he was just someone with a similar face worn on like a distorted mask. His eyes filled with grief and darkness and the forced smiles he gave only made Jay more and more uncomfortable. 

“I-I don’t- of course not, Reggie, but, this- I mean-” Jay kept stuttering as he fell under the pressure of their intense stares. He was almost grateful that Reggie interrupted him.

“There will be a ritual performed using the Artifact. It will be performed once all the necessary participants have been retrieved.”

“Participants?”

“I have been collecting those who have been wronged by Lionel and Irving,” Jeremiah answered. “For the ritual to work, it requires six player characters, the blessing of a human player, and the Artifact.”

“The Hex…” Reggie said with a manic grin. “The Hex will allow us access to the real world. Once then, I will kill Lionel myself and this will all be over. I can finally be at peace.” 

“And…And what about Irving? How do you plan on going about that?”

Jeremiah, who was silent throughout Reggie’s explanation, spoke up, “The explosion from the bomb should be enough to kill him.” 

“And if it doesn’t?”

There was an awkward silence between them as Jeremiah and Reggie glanced at each other.

“We did not account for that.” Jeremiah awkwardly confessed, clearing his throat.

“But!” Reggie said loudly before Jay can panickally question how they could possibly miss accounting for a failed murder attempt on the guy who can order their deletion in seconds. “I’m sure that will not be an issue. The plan has made it this far, there is no way it will fail now. Things have fallen into place far too much for it to fail now.”

“Ah, but of course, there is just one thing that is a bit of a concern to this operation.”

“And what’s that?”

“You. It’s you.”

“How am I a concern? I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone about this. And Jeremiah must have told you that I want nothing to do with the breaking in.” Jeremiah and Reggie glanced at each other. It looked like they knew something that Jay didn’t, which made Jay squirm in his seat.

“Ah, well, that’s the issue. You’re the only person I trust with handling security.”

“Reggie, you can’t be serious. I can’t do it. I’m not going to do it. I’m sorry Reginald, and-and Jeremiah, but no! I’m too scared to do it.”

As Jay got up from his seat, Reggie grabbed his arm tightly, hurting Jay a little. 

“Jay. Please. I need you to do this. I…I know there’s a chance you won’t make it out alive, I won’t lie. But I swear to you, it’s a small chance. I wouldn’t be here begging you if I knew you wouldn’t survive.” 

Jay refused to look at them. Every instinct in Jay was telling him to run. They were going to send on a dangerous mission with a guarantee that he could very well die. Was it really worth it to escape Vicious Galaxy? Even more so, was it worth it for…them? 

...

Images of better days flashed in Jay’s head as did the old feelings he desperately avoided. As much as he didn’t want to die and would rather be a coward, he found that he just didn’t have it in him. He found himself glancing at the untouched drinks, still by their chairs. 

He remembered when Reginald told him that he didn’t even like drinking rootbeer. 

“Really?! You’re telling me that whole job, which is just making and serving rootbeer, the establishment you work at, hell! Even your name!! And you don’t even like to drink it?” The voice of a younger Jay played in his mind. He heard Reginald laugh as did Jeremiah’s soft chuckle.

“Nope!” The younger and cheerier voice of Reginald admitted. “I was never a fan of anything sweet. That’s Jeremiah. I have more of a sour tooth. In fact, I can eat a whole lemon and not pucker once.”

“You’re just screwing with me, Reggie.”

“I swear, I’m not! Give me a lemon, I’ll prove it right now.”

Jay chuckled at the serious tone Reggie had.

“But seriously, I have to ask: If you don’t like drinking it, why do you make it? Is it because you’re forced to?”

“Forced? Oh, I’m not forced to do it.” He remembered how Reggie paused for a second. “Well, maybe a little,” He said with a light laugh. “But I don’t mind. You know why, Jay? Because it makes Lionel happy. It makes my patrons happy. And it makes you happy. That’s all that matters to me.”

...

Before Jay can even process it, his mind shifted to another scene. It was a small moment with just him and Jeremiah. Reginald wasn’t there when Jay arrived late that night, apparently having gone through a busy day and retiring for the night. Jeremiah stayed behind, having cleaned everything and was patiently waiting for Jay’s arrival. In retrospect, Jay always appreciated the moments when it was just them alone. Jay always felt like he never knew Jeremiah as well as he did with Reginald. The little guy was just someone who didn’t share much about himself and always seemed cold and distant. So as the two had some rootbeer Reggie left behind for them to share, they talked quietly amongst themselves. But this stood out to Jay because of one simple question:

“Why do you listen to Reginald?”

Jeremiah looked at Jay oddly.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, and I’m not saying he’s like Irving or a bad boss, but…Jeremiah, if Reginald told you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

“Of course.” Jeremiah answered with no hesitation. 

“See! Exactly what I mean! You take every word that man says like it’s a commandment. Why?” 

“I love him.”

There was an awkward silence between them. Jay remembered how a bit crushed he was hearing that. He was just gaining some attraction towards them and hearing that just felt like any chance he had was thrown out the window. It never made him want to leave, strangely enough, but only increased his want of becoming closer. He heard Jeremiah continue, “Your example of the bridge was misleading. Reginald would never ask that of me. He would never make me do anything that would lead me to unavoidable pain or death. I would volunteer that on my own volition if it is needed. Wouldn’t you do the same for someone you care about?”

...

The two memories lingered as he snapped back into the present. Reggie’s hand was still gripping his arm and he could hear Jeremiah talking in the background. Jay shakily sighs, finally making up his mind and already regretting it. However, he wasn’t doing it for him. 

It was for them.

“...I’ll do it.” Jay felt his voice quiver as Reggie’s tight grip disappeared and he sat back down on the chair. He looked at Reggie and Jeremiah, both of which looked a bit surprised.

“You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you.” Reggie’s gentle tone and soft voice made Jay’s heart skip a beat. It didn’t help that Jeremiah had reached out to hold his hand tenderly. Jay knew for a fact going on this mission would be one of his biggest regrets, he might not even make it out alive for mir’s sake. Still, he justified his decision by the relief and joy it brought to the two people he loved.

Reginald reached down for his neglected drink as did Jeremiah, both of them raising the drinks for a toast. Jay quickly grabbed his, realizing what was going on. Reggie cleared his throat, “A toast for us and for the plan. My revenge will finally be brought to fruition. And it’s thanks to you two.” Jay clinked his glass with them and took a drink. It was as sweet as he remembered. He almost laughed at seeing Reggie trying to hide his disgust at the sweet taste, only taking a small drink. It seemed time had flown by so quickly as the three were talking and laughing like they used to. Jay had even challenged Reggie to an arm wrestle, bragging a bit about how he certainly got stronger from being in Vicious Galaxy. Even though Jay lost, to see the two look happy and chatting amongst themselves like old times made it all worth it. But the panic soon kicked in as he recalled that he would be leaving in the morning. Most likely not returning at all. Reggie and Jeremiah sensed Jay’s dread radiating off of him, stopping their conversation to look concerned at him. 

“Jay? Are you alright?” Reggie asked with a worried tone. Jay looked at them frightfully, his mind becoming frenzied. Yet, there was one thing he knew he had to do.

“I-Look. I know you keep telling me that it’s going to go fine tomorrow and I’ll come back safe, but I just can’t believe that. And so if this is my last night alive, then I can’t take this to my grave.”

“What are you talking about, Jay?” Jeremiah asked in a cautious tone, becoming a bit apprehensive at Jay’s panicked state. Jay took a shaky breath, kneeling in front of the wheelchair on the floor. He barely made eye contact with either of them. He put his hand on Reggie’s knee.

“I love you. Oh ‘Mir, I love you both so much.” Jay felt wetness on his cheeks and his throat tightening but he kept going. “I have for years. If I only knew how little time we had together, I would have gotten over this sooner. I’m such a coward.

And if you don’t love me back, if either of you don’t, that’s fine. I can accept that. Hate me if you want even. I only wish for this to not be my last regret. And-..Also-, I mean-”

“Jay.” Reggie’s voice suddenly interrupts Jay's confession. He hesitantly looks up at them, expecting rejection from both. What Jay did not expect was to feel the gentle touch of two very different hands on both of his cheeks. A gloved one that was warm and a small cold one with his nails slightly poking him. Both staring at him lovingly. Jay’s face turned as red as his nose. 

“We would never hate you. In fact, I speak for Jeremiah and myself that we felt the same way towards for as long as you have.” Reginald whispered while caressing his face. As much as Jay felt his heart soar and he wanted so badly to burst in joy, Jay couldn’t help but to question that last part.

“I..Wait. Did-Did you two know? This whole time?!”

“Weeellll…” Reginald laughed awkwardly while Jeremiah looked away, clearly a bit embarrassed. “Jeremiah suspected. He did mention it to me a couple times but I wasn’t sure if it was the right call to bring it up. You can be, uh, a little skittish, like a cat.”

“So. You’re calling me a “skittish cat”?” Jay asked.

“Don’t be embarrassed, we’re not taunting you, just stating the truth. You’re our skittish cat, afterall.” Jeremiah teased with a grin, lightly pinching Jay’s cheek. Jay, on the other hand, looked unimpressed and sighed loudly as the other two chuckled.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” Jay looked annoyed as the other two calmed their laughter down.

Reginald glanced at the clock hanging by his bed. “Well, I see that it’s rather late. You both have to leave very early so I suggest we start heading to bed.” Reginald paused, glancing at Jeremiah who nodded. “Unless, you have other ideas?” 

Jay looked at him, a bit puzzled on what he meant. “Um, excuse me?”

“Oh you know.”

“I…I don’t know. What other ideas?”

Jeremiah sighs loudly, looking impatient as Reginald couldn’t help but to snicker a little.

“Intercourse, Jay. We are subtly asking if you would like to have sexual intercourse with us.”

“Oh..OH!” Jay’s face became hot and red as a tomato and he looked down, refusing to make eye contact. “I-I-I don’t- Are you sure? It just feels so sudden, not to say I don’t want to! I do, but-”

“Jay, Jay! We wouldn’t have asked if we weren’t sure. As much as I don’t want to say it or entertain the idea,” Reggie sighed. “If this is truly your last night alive, wouldn’t you want to make the most of it?” 

“I agree with Reginald.” Jeremiah piped in. “We want you. I want you.” 

Jay mulled over this for a moment. And perhaps it was some of the rootbeer in his system or the acceptance that death was already waiting on his doorstep, but for once in his entire existence, he ignored his inner voice telling him to run. Oh no, he was not running from this.

He instead picked up Reginald and Jeremiah, holding them in his arms. He may have lost an arm wrestling match, he most certainly was much stronger than he was in the past. But as soon as he did that, his adrenaline wore off for a second as he realized what he was doing.

“Oh, uh, sorry. I should have-”

“No, no, no! You’re fine.” Reginald said, looking flustered for once. Jeremiah was silent, but moved so suddenly to grab Jay’s face and kiss him passionately. He winced a sharp tooth and managed to knick his lip but as Jeremiah pulled away, Reginald immediately pulled Jay in to kiss him, leaving him breathless. His helmet clattered to the floor as he started to walk towards the bed, his two lovers never letting up on their constant affection towards him. 

...

It was the only good memory that flashed to his head as the world slowed around him. He had his back turned from his comrades. He couldn’t bear to see Lazarus’s or Jeremiah’s face as he heard Junior pump his shotgun. He wasn’t mad at Junior, far from it. Jay knew the kid was only doing what they agreed to. It was Jay who let his cowardice control him, putting Lazarus’s life at risk while he did the easy work of just sitting and waiting. Why did he even agree to this? For love? What kind of love was this? Was he really risking everything for the vengeance of the shadow of a man he once knew? Why didn’t Jeremiah stop this?

. . .

Why didn’t he stop this? He knew it was part of the agreement, but surely Jeremiah could have prevented it? Bended the rules a little? Jay didn’t want his final thoughts to be this, to be blaming his now lovers for his mistakes. Yet, it felt right doing so. If he had just said no and backed out, he would have been fine. Maybe stuck in Vicious Galaxy or even died at another person’s hands, but oh mir’, anything was better than dying from cowardice, by your own teammate’s hands. Jay shut his eyes. 

“Oh ‘Mir… I should have stayed as a janitor.” He could feel his voice tremble as he spoke his final words. “It was safe. It was-”

The last thing Jay heard was a loud bang and everything went to black.

...

The remaining three watched as Jay’s body hit the ground facedown with a thud. A small puddle of blood forming underneath. Jeremiah was at least thankful he didn’t have to see his face. Junior reloaded his gun, seemingly not that phased on the murder he just committed.

“No time for cowards, right boss?” He asked Jeremiah, who had snapped out of staring at the body to look at Junior. He cleared his throat,

“Unfortunately,” He made the mistake of glancing back at Jay’s corpse, grimacing a bit. “It had to be done.” 

Jeremiah turned his attention towards Lazarus who was looking at him with utter grief in his face. He heard about how Jay and him got along. Jeremiah couldn’t help but sympathize with the poor man, who he heard quietly whisper to Jay.

“Goodbye, Jay…”

As much as Jeremiah would like to stay a little longer, to at least say his own goodbye or bury a grave, they had no time to waste. They already wasted enough.

“The Artifact awaits. Let’s go.” Jeremiah pressed on, already walking in the base with Junior following right behind him. He didn’t turn back. Grief was merely a setback. Reginald would get his revenge, Jeremiah would make sure of it.

...

Reginald woke up to the sound of floorboards breaking, panicked shouts from his patrons, and a loud bang from the basement. He sighed tiredly, a little upset he had been rudely awakened from his impromptu nap. He didn’t sleep last night, how could he? Well, not only because of…what they did last night (he still felt a bit sore) but also from a persistent feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Regret.

He stared at Jay’s sleeping face for the entire night. When morning came, Reggie pretended to be asleep, not wanting to say goodbye for what could be the very last time he sees him. He heard his wheelchair being pushed to his bedside. He felt a cold chill on head, as he usually did in the mornings. Then, he felt warm lips gently kiss the same spot, feeling the hot air from his mouth linger only for a little bit and disappearing. He didn’t get up until an hour later, when the sun was about to rise and he could smell the pancakes Bryce was making from the inn. 

He shook off the memory, rubbing his eyes out of tiredness. What was he doing?

Ah, yes, he was making sure the props were set and ready. He was just about to start putting the photos into their frames for Jeremiah to hang up. 

Speaking of Jeremiah, he heard the door unlock from inside the secret room. He paused when he saw Reggie.

“...You look exhausted.”

“Hm, yes, I didn’t get much sleep last night. Did everything go as planned?” Reggie asked while sorting through the photos.

“Yes…” Jeremiah paused. He sighed tiredly as he explained. “Mostly. Irving did not die in the explosion. But everything else went exactly as planned. We even freed her. She’s waiting in the basement.”

“Irving won’t be a problem. I already have an idea of how we can get rid of him. Did Lazarus and Weasel make it out?”

Jeremiah nods, taking off his armor. “Yep. They made it out fine. Lazarus and Weasel Kid are already en route with the Artifact as we speak.”

Reggie couldn’t help but to grin excitedly. “Excellent. All we need is one more player character and the finishing touches to our game, and it will all come together.” He turned to look at Jeremiah with a smile. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Jeremiah walked over to Reggie. He simply grabbed his arm and kissed his hand, slowly intertwining his own with Reggie’s.

“Anything for you. I want to see them both suffer.”

Reggie smiled softly, patting Jeremiah’s head. His smile faded as he remembered about them.

“...And the other two. What happened to them?”

Jeremiah stopped and Reggie could see the remorse in his eyes as he gripped onto his hand.

“Junior died in the explosion, crushed by the debris. Poor child was simply unlucky.”

“And Jay?”

“...” Jeremiah went silent. Reggie’s mood and tone darkened. “Jeremiah. What happened to Jay?”

Jeremiah shakily sighed. Reggie was almost surprised at how sorrowful Jeremiah looked.

“Jay…He did his part well. But apparently, Lazarus did all the killing for him. He only managed to get the security down. By the time we were at the main gate, he got cold feet. He knew what we had agreed to. He died by Junior’s hands. One shotgun blast was all it took.”

Silence. Reginald’s face became unreadable as he processed the news. Jeremiah only held on tighter, leaning against his arm.

“I…I can’t say I did not expect it to happen. We both knew neither one was gonna make it, but I did expect a bit of a more…grander death.” 

“Reggie, I mean no offense or disrespect, but that would be asking too much of him. But he admitted to being…”a coward”. That’s brave enough for him.”

“Hm, I suppose.” Reggie looked back down at the photos and frames blankly. He pulled the photo of Jay and put it in the frame. He handed it and the rest of the photos and frames to Jeremiah.

“If you wouldn’t mind, I need these in frames and hanged. I would like you to put Jay’s by the kitchen door instead of our original spot.”

Jeremiah nodded, taking what Reggie had given him. “Of course. Anything else?”

“No, no. I would like to just be alone for a moment.”

“Very well, then.” 

Before Jeremiah could walk out the door, Reggie stopped him.

“Oh, and one more thing: I urge you to take some time for yourself when you’re done. Please. You look like you need it.”

Jeremiah was silent as he listened. He didn’t even respond, just left the room after Reggie was done talking. 

Reginald sat back in his wheelchair, staring at one of the static screens of the monitors. He felt tears come to his eyes as he let them fall, scowling at the reflection of himself. This was not his fault. Jay’s death was not his fault. He kept telling himself that as more tears came down. This was the fault of Irving and Lionel. They started this, they did this to them, and they were going to pay. Lionel wanted this, Irving’s words taunted in his head, fueling his anger and hatred further. Lionel wants this. Lionel-

“...Jay?”

He suddenly was snapped out of his thoughts by Lazarus’s voice crackling through the speakers. He looked at the lobby’s monitor, seeing Lazarus stare at the recently hanged portrait of Jay. His shocked face shifted into one of mourning.

“He was a good man…” He whispered to himself, believing no one else was listening. “Maybe even the best of us.” 

Reggie watched as he went to his usual spot with Rust, talking to him like nothing happened. Reginald wiped his eyes, letting a quiet laugh to himself. While Jay did die like a coward as he always was, at the very least he was liked…even loved. As Reggie left the room and went out the kitchen, wheeling himself behind the bar, he couldn’t help but to glance at the portrait, staring at it for a few moments.

Lazarus was right. He was the best among them all. As much as a scaredy cat he could be, panicking over the littlest of things and straying away from fights or confrontations, he had a good heart. More heart than Reginald or Jeremiah could ever have. Maybe that’s why letting him go, while feeling awful, wasn’t so hard to do.

Jay had hope. Far too much in Reggie’s eyes. It reminded him of his younger self, so desperate to believe that there was good in people. So easy to control and break.

It had killed them both.  

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Hii! I’d love to see some slasher possessive tendencies (nothing dramatic, just small things that show how obsessed they are with their s/o). And I’d love to see Brahms included please and thank you! 👀💕

Ello! Most of slashers are incredibly possessive😭 good luck with that.

Gender neutral s/o!

Slashers being obsessive and possessive of their s/o

Brahms

Physical touch. His hands are always on them. ESPECIALLY around when yall are around other people. Others have to know that they are together!!!

Goes with s/o EVERYTHERE. They must go to shop with them! Wanna go outside and walk in peace and silence in garden? Uhh nah he wanna go with you! Even if s/o asks nicley to leave tjem be he might spy on them :[

Will share everything with s/o! His clothes? Our clothes you mean! Please wear his shirts! Its also vice versa, s/o's jewellery and clothes are also his. They gonna catch him using their favourite cologne or wearing their jewellery!

Wants to hold hands 24/7, doesnt care if s/o sweats! He loves them too much~

Sometimes s/o can wake up and this guy will be glued to them! Im taking wrapped arms and legs around them and s/o can feel his chest moving up cuz its so close😭

Asa Emory

Bro is not letting them leave his warehouse. Yeah sweetie he loves you but you are just too too perfect for him to let you go :[

Bonds by watching animal documentaries about bugs btw

Picks clothes for s/o. He takes your style and preferences in his mind but usually forgets and just buys what would look good on you (at least what he finds cute)

Not very clingy

Lets them paint his nails if they are nice enough

EXTREMELY jelous. S/o mentioned that some guy smiled to them when they were buying groceries? He will get offended😭

The hush

8 years later and I still have no clue what his name was??? Let's call him John because people seem to call him that

John will keep his hand AND eyes on them. Hands on their legs, shoulder, or just holding their hand (thats rare, normal affection with this Goober? Nahh)

Constantly staring at them, looming around and looking what they lover is up to (up to no good surely)

Makes them play video games with him or watch them play

Checks their phone when they are asleep cuz he gotta know everything

Micheal Myers

👁👁

No touching, no verbal nor physical affecion

Dude will hit them with 👍 on daily basis

He seems like he doesnt care, like he has them around for no reason. But of God, this guy knows everything about them. He watches them daily. You can't find Micheal? Oh dont worry sweetie he is keeping you safe, just dont look thrue window :3

Extreme jelousy, s/o can bearly talk to people😭

Okay okay I lied with no touching, its just rare! Sometimes he rests his head on top of theirs or puts his hands on their shoulders or hips

If s/o makes something from him (like drawing, peace of jewellery. Hell, even if they gift him random rock or something) that dude if gonna wear it till the end of the world, even if it breaks off? He has pockets or tape. Even if s/o skill improved and they made better? The more the marrier, he wants all!

Billy Lenz

Gets jelous when s/o gives too much affection and love to their pet

Lays on top of them

Bites, licks, woofs? As a sign of affection and love

He wants the bite marks or Hickeys to be visable so s/o friends know that they are taken!

Not as extreme as Micheal or Asa. S/o could have 2week trip to Egypt and as far as he gets to call them whenever he wants, he is fine

I still remember one time that someone requested Billy Lenz fic, asking for 'sloppy toppy' and it was 4 am and I didnt know what it was so I googled it and I kinda laughed very loudly and my mom woke up and took my pc away for month :( I wrote the fic btw

Anyways, barks at people when he gets jelous

Some of their behaviours might sound toxic or are literal red flag, but POOKIE THOSE ARE MURDERS😭🙏😱 idk if I still got the skill to write, it was a wild 8month break

[blondehya]

❄️ skater!mizu x fem!reader ❄️

you were watching your girlfriend's latest skating performance, when...

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the day was already tense.

you were at the skating rink waiting for your girlfriend to get ready.

the famous mizu would make her last performance as a brilliant ice skater. but something wasn't right…

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・. .・

she was very quiet.

ok. she can be silent and cool as a midnight breeze sometimes... but she never stays quiet before a performance.

obviously it would make sense! of course, the last presentation of a career marked by so much success and achievements!

nahh... it's nothing. she’s just anxious.

but you didn't stop worrying.

"i’ll go there with the others, ok?" you kiss her forehead.

"what if i fail..."

you automatically turn around and kneel in front of her.

"what are you saying? mizu, look back! since you were a teenager you have had a brilliant career and changed women's skating forever! everyone will only have good memories of your hard work, my love."

"but if i do it badly specially today it will be marked." you couldn’t hold the chuckle, the way she said it was adorable.

suddenly a staff arrived in the room.

"you'll be in in two minutes."

you two look at each other.

"i better go now... i love you, alright? everything will be fine!"

you share a quick kiss with her before leaving and joining the other people in the ring.

a few minutes later, all the lights went out.

seeing her there in the middle of the ice is like waking up in a dream…

the way her figure moves in an unpretentious way? charming the cameras, the jurors. it was natural to her. she was born for this.

each jump made majestically.

it’s as if the mizu from minutes ago had disappeared...

you scream a few times scaring the people around you, but you don’t give a shit.

the woman of your dreams was about to put an end to her amazing career, history was being made.

the presentation was coming to an end, everything was completely perfect.

but suddenly strong hands covered your face.

the song was coming to an end and you were desperately trying to free yourself. the hands left your face seconds later and you opened your eyes, still scared.

and she was there… in front of you

on her knees, with one hand on her heart and the other open towards you.

holding a box with an engagement ring.

the audience didn't understand until the scene was shown on the screen, everyone started screaming and throwing flowers at you two.

this would be her last performance because… she wanted to marry you!

your whole body started to shake, and tears started to run down your face even though it contained the most genuine smile you've ever shown.

seeing you accept and repeat ‘yes yes yes’ several times, mizu jumped over the wall (even with her skates on) and she hugged you so easily that she could spin you in the air.

she doesn't care at all if she loses the competition, she just wants you.

i am barely with my eyes open so i’m sorry if this sucks, i just had this idea while thinking about one of my favorite animes: yuri on ice 🥺

[strxwberry-milku]

𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🍰 : Jey Uso x Fem!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 🎀 : 18+ themes, Sloppy makeout session , Spit play , Choking , Daddy kink ( that should be it )

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 🍰 : 1,267

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 🎀 : You and your cherry lipgloss rlly gon make Jey act up . He can’t stop looking at your lips and imagining all the nasty things he could do to you .

It was over with from the moment you walked your sexy ass into the living room , i meannn…. cmon now you should’ve have known what was gonna happen when you decided to wear that cherry lipgloss , knowing that it makes your lips look so juicy and suckable . But oh well if only you could turn back time and warn yourself . To be fair you shouldn’t be complaining cause you already knew Jey would fuck that ass up .

𝐀𝐧 𝟏𝐡𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫

“ Baeee , have you seen that new lipgloss that i recently bought ?” You shouted from upstairs in your shared bedroom . He paused the show and replied “ Nah i ain’t seen it bae , maybe check your makeup purse ”. You grumbled in frustration after searching for this damn lip gloss for the past 15 minutes. “ Ok thank you baby ” you turned around and sulkily went back to doing whatever you were doing .

“ This show goofy as hellll ” Jey laughed as he watched some girl on the screen trip and fall down the stairs because she was racing to meet her boyfriend downstairs. He heard light footsteps coming down the stairs but couldn’t be asked to take his eyes of from the screen “ Bae have you found-” It was all going in slow motion for him , his heart started racing like it was the first time he met you . “ Babe you ok ? ” You asked bewildered by him zoning out that fast . He couldn’t understand on why this lip gloss had such grasp on him , maybe it was the way it glistened on your plump lips or the way he could imagine him kissing you and your mouth tasting like the whole fruit market.

Snapping back into reality he took a deep breath and respond “ come over bae , i wanna try sumn ”. Looking at him quizzically you pursed your lips and strode towards him . You were about to take a seat next to him when his colossal hands reached and placed you right onto his lap . Letting out a squeal from his sudden action you turned to face him in confusion but all you was met with was a pair of plump lips sucking on your mouth . Giving in you allowed it to happen and warped your hands around his neck deepening the kiss and swirling your tongue around his mouth . Temporarily pulling away he said “ Shit ma , look how you got me actin ” not even letting you process what he said he dove right back in and started sucking your lips like a child would to there mothers breast .

Finally being able to snap out of this trance that he got you in , you pushed him away gently “ What has gotten into you baby? “ you asked as you studied his face . He took and deep breathe and looked you up and down slowly “ Do you not see how you look mama ? ” he leaned in next to your ear and held onto your hips tightly “ A whole snack that i could feast upon , and you want me to just sit and let you walk past ? nahh see you got me fucked up ”. You let out a giggle as you finally realised why he was acting so rabid . Grinding your hips teasingly on his now already hard clothed dick you whispered to him “ So this is why you were acting like a bitch in heat huh ? ” you said teasingly as you continued to grind on him , watching his facial expressions change into pleasure. “ All because of a little lipgloss you wanna act like you ain’t just ate my pussy an hr ago , if you were still hungry you could’ve just said that daddy ” smiling in satisfaction when he groaned and braced his head back into the sofa.

“ Well if i had known that lip gloss would have such an affect on me- , matter fact why am i even explaining? turn yo ass around ” his eyes piercing into yours as he breathed heavy and ragged from the intense make out session you just had . Turning around you took of your panties and flung it somewhere across the room , normally you would’ve took your time to tease him but the way he acting got you feeling some typa way so you had to speed it up a lil . “ You wanted to act like a lil attention seeker , now i’m finna give it to you ” scrunching your eyebrows you turned your head around and said “ how am i acting like an attention seeker when you-”silencing you he gave your ass a hard slap “ Ion wanna hear no back talk when i speak , ya understand ? “ after not get a response from you he grunted and used his legs to spread yours and began to harshly rub your already swollen clit “ i SAID do you understand ? ” looking at your already shaking form begging and babbling nonsense. “ Oooo yes daddy i understand ” you moaned out quickly forgetting about the attitude you had .

Using his hand he let a string of saliva drop into his two fingers and rubbed your pussy until it was fully coated and glistened, he prodded his two long and thick fingers into your slick pussy and started to finger fuck you roughly until all you heard was your pussy squelching around his digits . “ Fuckkkk daddy please-ee moree ” you hiccuped already feeling your orgasm quickly approaching . Grabbing your neck from behind with his other hand he leaned in and said “ you really wanna cum baby ?” looking up at him you nodded your head fast . “ well to bad ” he slipped his fingers out you and let go of your neck .

“ now since you wanna give people attitude you can take yourself somewhere else ” He picked you up and placed you beside him and turned the volume up . Looking up at him shocked at the fact that he thought this shit was ok to do , you spoke up “ Now Jey you know damn well this shit isn’t fair , c’mere and gimme that big daddy dick ” attempting to rub the growing bulge under his boxers he flung your hands of him and gave you a stern look “ don’t make me have to repeat myself, i hate to have to extend me giving you no dick for another two days ” turning back to the tv he laughed a little at the thought of you being all hot and bothered by a little rubbing .

Kissing your teeth you stood up and grabbed your panties “ but it’s a problem when i do it ? nigga fuck you ” you muttered under your breath while stomping up the stairs . Slightly turning his head he looked up at you with a smug grin “ Hmm what was that ? i couldn’t quiet hear with all that mumbling you was doing ” reaching the top of the stairs you turned around and gave him the middle finger and entered your shared room . Snickering he turned of the tv and got up to go into your bedroom knowing damn well he was only bluffing cause he need your pussy fr .

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : Thank y’all for reading this , ik it took long to post . My bad 🙇🏾‍♀️.

[squerlly]

flames of desire chapter 10: A weakness?

Alastor X (f1! bunny reader) -NSFW!-

Vox POV:

walking up I open the door, pink smoke filling the room "What's the problem, you better have a good reason for calling me up here!" through the smoke I see two glowing eyes looking at me "Alastor recently threw a party with the devils Princesa" annoyed electricity surrounds me "no need to remind me" "well he has something or somebody I want" "who? somebody that, owes you money..." "Alastor has a new toy, one he almost killed me over and I figured you could use this información~" A new toy? "you said, a person? who is this person..." "It seems the radio demon has a girl, a little bunny that stays at the shit hole" Stepping out of the smoke Valentino walks up to his monitors, pulling up a picture of Alastor and a little bunny girl together "what's her name" "she said her name is y/n, I met her on my search for Angel, she appeared at my club and I wanted to have some fun with her until well..." Alastor now has a weakness, this is something I need to take advantage of "call my assistant over and tell him to ready my drones, I have bunny to hunt down..."

your POV:

"A girl's day?" vaggie said bluntly "Come on it'll be fun" "Angel we have to include everyone in trust exercises, what about Husk or Alastor" "nahh they'll be fine right husky~" he says winking at husk "yeah whatever" "I think it will good for all of the girls and angel to bond" "see Charlie gets it" "ok but no more strip clubs angel" "calm down vagina its just some dressin up, nails, and skincare, ya know fun stuff" vaggie glares at him "come on y/n lets get you dressed up for smiles" "Angel!" Angel smirks as he drags us all upstairs.

we all decided to head up to Charlie and Vaggies room, Charlie said she had a box of nail polish, setting a blanket down on the floor we painted nails and talked gossip. "how about we paint ya nails red to match dark and creepy" vaggie looks at angel confused "are you and Alastor like together?" "hell yeah they are, did ya see the kiss they shared at the party~" Charlie squeals "You and Alastor are together!!??" I throw Angel a scowl "damn you!" "How did he confess to you, did he take you out, did-" "ok hun slow down" I just huffed out a laugh "The confession was... odd to say the least, and he does take me out sometimes" "aww that's sweet!" "Did ya guys fuck yet" "No Angel!, besides I don't even think he's into that kind of stuff" Switching hands Charlie moves on to the next one "Well I think it's nice Alastor has a special someone, he always looks so lonely" "lonely?" "smiles likes to keep to himself, that's why he has always been a big creepy mystery, and those who even look at him funny usually get splattered across the floor"

Charlie finishes painting my nails "They look surprisingly nice thanks Charlie" Charlie gave a bright smile "Good now it's my turn" Angel grabs my hand and drags me to his room "Angel what are you doing" "I'm doin' smiles a favor" he throws me a dress "put it on trust me~" skeptical but curious I head to his bathroom to slip it on "angel what in hell is this!!" walking out angel gave me a short dress, really short and had a deep neckline "just something nice~" "it's...very you" "it's hot, now let's go" "were are you taking me now!"

running upstairs he pushes me into what looks like an office? wait this is- "Angel!!!" "have fun smiles!" the door was already closed. "y/n?" turning around Alastor was already behind me "Alastor..."

Alastors POV:

curious at what was happening I caught a side glance at her dress, it was short, a little too short, I couldn't help but admire how the dress fit her form perfectly, it was tempting... "is there a reason you are wearing something so...scandalous my dear" "No I just- it was angels idea..." "are you sure that was angels idea" I lean in closer, my grin getting wider.

your POV:

my knees felt weak, "what's the matter, my dear" "S-stop it.." "Oh but I'm not doing anything unless you would like me to~" At this point, I was trapped between him and the door "Hmm I have always wondered if you taste as good as you looked" Pulling me closer he leaned his head down to my neck, feeling his warm breath I lift my head "you wouldn't mind if I had a little taste, would you?" "n-no..." his teeth rake against my skin penetrating the soft flesh, enough to draw blood but it wasn't painful, I grip his shoulder as he licks the warm crimson liquid "Just as I suspected, Sweet like candy~"

he lifts me up carrying me, setting me on his desk he stands between my legs, that same sadistic grin lingering on his face "I do like this dress...to bad it's going to be torn to pieces" lifting his hands he takes a claw to the dress, tearing a long line down the front with ease earning a gasp as I sit exposed

"such pretty noises, let's see how many I can get out of you" grabbing my legs he pulls me forward, laying me out on the cold polished wood of his desk, pulling my panties down he tosses them to the side "my my what a mess, how about I help you clean up" with a smirk on his face he positions his head in between my thighs taking a long lick between my folds, I grip the edge of the desk my knuckles turning white and back arching "Alastor please..." I whine desperation in my voice "Well how can I refuse such a plea~"

with no hesitation, he skillfully works my clit with his tongue using his fingers to stretch my sensitive walls driving me closer and closer over the edge, I throw my head back trying to suppress moans and whimpers, feeling a knot form at my core I buck my hips as Alastor picks up his pace "p-please I'm..." and with a few more strokes of his tongue and thrusts of his fingers my release washes over me, my legs trembling.

lifting his head Alastor takes his fingers, licking them clean "were not done yet, my dear" Unzipping his pants he uncovers his hard length, sliding into me with no resistance he started at a slow sensual pace, gripping my hips he harshens his thrusts hitting a spot I didn't know I had causing me to let out a cry of ecstasy, I shoot forward holding on to him like my life depended on it muffled moans leaving my mouth "let this be a lesson not to wear such attire in my presence my dear understood?" his voice was raspy, the static that I grew so accustomed to now gone "y-yes.." "speak up my dear" "yes!!", and with one last harsh thrust I saw stars, his own release filling me completely "lovely~"

taking a moment to catch our breaths he picked me up once again fazing through the floor we reappeared in his room, he sets me on the cold counter of his bathroom sink as he runs hot water for a bath "Apologies for being so harsh my dear" setting me in the hot water my body relaxes as I glance at him "do you not feel tired?" "It's going to take more than such activities to tire me" Just how fucking good was his stamina! "well why don't you join me" "I would cher but..." he let out a sigh "alright I will"

Alastors POV:

taking off my last bit of clothing I slip into the hot water behind her, I look up to see her staring at me wide eyed, she takes her hand to my chest brushing her fingers over one of my many scars. "who did this...what did this" she gives me a sympathetic look, taking her hand I place a soft kiss "a story for another time, do not worry about me" she frowns and I take my hand to her cheek "smile my dear, you're never fully dressed without one~" she smiles, that smile I loved so much the smile that I feel defeated my own, she takes my hand lacing our fingers together, with closer look I notice her nails were painted "I see you like my color?" her face flushes and I smirk "Charlie painted them, Angel said they matched you" "there perfect!" dragging her closer I hold her against me taking in her sweet scent and feeling her smooth skin "I love you Alastor~" hearing those words, my chest felt warm, love an emotion I thought I would never succumb to, but it felt...good "I love you to y/n"

OMGGG this chapter took 3 DAYS to write but it's here and with more spice~ I hope you all love this chapter and have a lovely day/night!!!

-squerlly

@pooplyface1423 @strippezzz

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[arc-misadventures]

The Beach: B

Jaune: Haa… that was something…

: What was something?

Jaune: Ahh?! What the…?! Oh, it’s just you, Blake. You startled me.

Blake: Sorry, but what’s wrong?

Jaune: Nothing to really… Wow… You’re looking great, Blake.

Blake: Oh… D-Do I…?

Jaune: You look very sexy!

Blake: O-Oh… T-Thank you…

Jaune: I don’t mean to… insinuate anything… But, since when were you soooo… filled out?

Blake: ‘Filled out?’

Jaune: …

Jaune: Thic…

Blake: Oh!

Jaune: I mean… I don’t remember you being so… full bodied.

Blake: T-Thank you… It must be because of my outfit… I mean, it’s a one piece bodysuit. It’s pretty tight so it probably makes me look pretty slim.

Jaune: ‘Pretty slim?’ I thought you were a B-Cup those are at least E-Cup!

Blake: And, tell me, Jaune: Is that a bad thing~?

Jaune: …

Jaune: N-No comment…

Blake: Fufufu~! So, tell me; what was this ‘something’ you spoke of?

Jaune: Nahh… Your teammates keep telling me what their favourite kinks are…

Blake: Their kinks…?

Jaune: Yeah…

Blake: And, they are…?

Jaune: You really want to know?

Blake: I’m curious, besides I know about, Ruby’s interest in tentacle porn. Can be much worse than that.

Jaune: How did you know that?

Blake: I found her ‘hidden stash.’ I’m not into such things myself, but they were quite spicy~!

Jaune: Well, she wants me to tie her up with rubber bands, and have my way with her; Did you know about that?

Blake: I know she was looking for rubber bands, I didn’t know why at the time, but now I know why. And, I must say, kinky~!

Jaune: Not to me it is…

Blake: What about, Yang?

Jaune: Brother complex. And, I’m the brother…

Blake: Really?

Jaune: Yeah. I have enough perverted sisters at home, I don’t need to deal with another one.

Blake: But, if you played, Yang’s little fantasy. You could play out some of your own sibling fantasies.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Weiss is a sub, and wants me to dominate her.

Blake: …

Blake: She’s a sub…? I thought she’d have a daddy kink.

Jaune: So did I. But, because of how much of an ass her father was to her, she didn’t like her father so the idea of a daddy kink to her is absolutely revolting. Actually, she almost went gay because of him.

Blake: But?

Jaune: But, because of her father being a complete asshole, and all the threats her father received because of what he’s done, she did some research to understand what their threats were about, and stumbled down the rabbit hole. And well, long story short she wants me to bound, and gage her, and have my way with her…

Blake: Wow…

Jaune: Yeah…

Blake: I did not… I did not expect that…

Jaune: Same. But, hey you two could probably get together, and talk about your shared kinks. So team bounding moments, yay!

Blake: I’m not into that.

Jaune: Y-You’re not…?

Blake: Nope.

Jaune: Really, I thought you did; Those, ‘Ninjas of Love’ books are filled with that stuff, and don’t you love that series?

Blake: Well, I do like the books, but I’ve… wait… H-How do you know what those books are about…?

Jaune: I proofread them for my sister.

Blake: Sister…? Your sister is, Catherine Mystique?!

Jaune: Technically her real name is, Janette Arc. The one on the books is just her pen name.

Blake: Oh… I-I didn’t know that.

Blake: …

Blake: Do you think…?

Jaune: I’ll get her autograph for you.

Blake: Yes!

Jaune: But, back to my previous question.

Blake: Hmm… Oh! Yeah… You remember, Adam, Adam Taurus?

Jaune: That male yangdere?

Blake: Yeah, so before I ran away to, Beacon he tied me up like in the books, because he thought I would like it. It was uncomfortable to say the least.

Jaune: Because he’s a crazy?

Blake: Well… he knocked me out, and then tied me up hanging from the ceiling so yeah… you can say it was because he was crazy. Luckily I managed to use my semblance to break out, and I ran for the hills, well, Beacon. You understand.

Jaune: I’d rather not, but no matter. So… I hate to ask… but, if you’re not into bondage, or other stuff like that, then what are you into?

Blake: A-Are you asking me what my kink is?

Jaune: Yeeeeeees…? I’m curious, okay?

Blake: Well, I suppose after our little conversation you can’t help, but be a little curious. So, to answer your question: Raceplay.

Jaune: Raceplay? Like… human x faunas?

Blake: Yep.

Jaune: Is this a, White Fang thing?

Blake: No… well… kinda? Look, I joined the, White Fang to create equality between humans, and faunas. For me that was to stop discrimination between the pair, and stopped all the things the, SDC were doing to us. I was never the hardcore kill all humans kind of person. I was however… I was a member of the secret club called the… HAA.

Jaune: HAA?

Blake: …

Blake: Human Addicts Anonymous.

Jaune: Say what now?

Blake: We were just a group of hormonal faunas girls who really had the hots of strong human males. Most of the faunas boys around us were so pathetic, but those humans~! They had such strong commanding presence to them that demand our attention! I-If one told us to sit, and bark like a dog, we would have howled at the moon! We would be their pretty little pets, and we would absolutely love it!

Jaune: Okay… I think you’re into more than just raceplay… g-good to know…

Jaune: …

Jaune: No it’s not. I regret asking you so, so many things.

Blake: Oh don’t be upset, I know you wouldn’t do that to me, Master~!

Jaune: Wait, what?! You want to do that depraved shit with me?!

Blake: Oh don’t worry, Master! I have everything planed out, and I know how to do all the naughty things you can do to your pet~!

Jaune: I don’t like where this is going…

Blake: We don’t have to do anything kinky if you don’t want to. However, I am putting my foot down at one thing!

Jaune: And, that is…?

Blake: A collar for me to wear with your name on it~!

Jaune: I want off this train!

Blake: Also, when we have sex, I want you to bre…?!

Jaune: That’s it! I’m out! I’m not having any of this shit! I’m going!

Blake: But, Master! Don’t you want to play with your little kitty cat~?

Jaune: AHHHHHH!!!

[wintfleur]

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Lilybaileys I’m never skating with you two again, my back still hurts

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[pablitogavii]

Hate :(

Summary: You and Pablo are secretly dating and you start receiving a lot of hate from fanatics who want Gavi to be single forever but he sticks for you and shows everyone what you mean to him.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: slight angst but overall fluff <3

Everyone needs to be respectful of Pablo's life and his choice. There are many rumors right now about his relationship status and lots of hatred why nothing is confirmed, but remember that he does not have to share anything about his private life with anybody! Be kind always <3

You woke up after an amazing night of supporting your boy on his lates game (which they won with such an amazing score) and enjoying intimate date night afterwards.

Everything was so perfect and you were happy that you and Pablo always find the time to spend with each other despite the hectic schedules and the annoying distance.

Your phone was currently buzzing so much that it woke you up and made you slowly pull away from Pablo's grip and check the thousands of new notifications.

You opened Instagram seeing that someone took a photo of you standing behind Pablo as he was taking a photo with a small fan. You knew better than to open comment sections but your curiosity was stronger this time and you started reading everything people were saying.

she is such an attention seeker! pablo deserves better!

ewww this girl again!

she is definitely not his type! besides they are probably friends

would she even notice him if he wasn't a barça player?? nahh

Yes, you would! When you met Pablo, you weren't a huge football fan so you didn't know what a famous player he was at the time...you just had your first crush and people were assuming the worst.

"Amor? What time is it?" Pablo woke up feeling the lack of your body on top of his and you were still focused on reading the comments feeling like crying and yelling at the same time.

"Seven.." you say and he slowly raises his head to check the clock before turning to see your saddened face staring at the phone screen.

"Why are you awake, nena? I thought we are going to sleep in and be all lazy today?" Pablo said a little concern that you were so consumed with your phone that you weren't even replying.

He moved in bed slowly laying his head on your shoulder so he can see what you are reading immediately clenching his jaw in anger when he read just one nasty comment.

"Amor..don't read those" he said taking your phone away and putting it on his nightstand before pulling you back down and making you cuddle up to him while he ran his hand up and down your back soothingly.

"They are wrong..." you said sadly feeling him kiss the top of your head lovingly while nodding his head in agreement.

"Of course they are, amor..so why give them any attention hm?" he said starting to play with your hair and you sighed wishing you can just stop yourself from caring but you were always such a people pleaser.

"I try really hard..I don't post anything because I don't want to be 'attention seeker' but now that makes me sneaky snake who hides weather she is with gavi or not..whatever I do is wrong in their eyes" you open up really feeling fed up with this whole thing.

"It's not your job to make them understand..neither is mine..this is our relationship and our life..nobody else matters" Pablo said and you smiled knowing that he is right and that you need to stop trying to make everyone like you.

After a few minutes of silence, Pablo came to an idea that he wished to ask you for quite some time now.

"Stay in Barcelona with me?" he said abruptly and you looked up checking if he was being serious but there was no sight that he was joking when asking you this.

"But what about other people?" you say and he furrows his eyebrows.

"What other people? My family is gone to their vacation, my sister too..yours know about us..and I'm very lonely here" Pablo said and you smiled knowing that he was avoiding to answer your question.

"You know what I mean, Pablito..fans? They already caught us a few times so how will they react if they see me leaving your house for example?" you say and he smirked kissing your lips instead of answering that question.

"I want them all to know you are mine and I'm yours amor..I'm ready to say it if you are?" Pablo said and you felt your heart beating fast that he wanted to become official publicly.

"And if they give us hate?" you say and he shrugs pulling you closer and leaving butterfly kisses all over your face.

"Then I'l give you all my love to make it better" he said starting to suck on your neck and you felt weak moaning underneath your breath...it was impossible to say no this boy.

"Just stay with me amor.." he whispered into your neck and you smiled looking down and meeting his eyes for a moment before nodding your head and he kissed you immediately.

A few days later, Pablo had another game and since he passed his driving test (congrats!) he wanted the two of you to go to the stadium together.

You were getting ready in front of the mirror when he walked in smiling when seeing you in Barça jersey inside his bedroom fixing your makeup. It looked perfect to him!

"Almost ready amor?" he said and you turned to face him smiling and nodding your head while fixing your curls.

"Give me a spin, linda" he said and you blush doing as he asked feeling his hands rest of your waist as you turned back to face him.

"Perfecta..but" he said and you felt your heart speed up when he took off his jersey and gave it to you with a big smirk.

"Are you sure?" you asked knowing that the moment a picture of you wearing his jersey hits the internet there is no going back and everyone will finally know you were together.

"Only if you are sure?" he said and you nodded feeling him raise your chin and capture your lips into a sweet kiss before letting you change quickly before you departed.

When you arrived, people were screaming and flashing their cameras all around you but Pablo grabbed your hand proudly walking side and pulling you close to make sure you felt safe and protected..you always did when he was there with you.

He helped you find your way to the stands before pecking your lips and leaving to meet up with his teammates. You sat down and patiently waited for the game to start.

"I'm sorry..you're Pablo's girlfriend?" little girl asked and you felt your heart beat fast but then something changed and you nodded like it was the most natural thing and it felt so good..even though you only told that to the small child, it was such a relief.

"Can you give him this please?" she said giving you a small stuffed animal and you smiled taking it and nodding your head. She was so adorable and you heard her mom thanking you.

"I just wanted to say you are beautiful and kind. Pablo is a lucky chico!" hearing another woman say that after weeks of reading hate comments from female fans made you feel a lot better.

You looked down at Pablo's jersey you were wearing in that moment seeing what a big fan the little girl was of him so you took it off staying in a simple black tank top and giving it to her receiving a big hug and a happy cry.

"Thank you so much!" woman said and you nodded saying it was nothing really and she was glad to meet them both. Someone took the video of the whole thing meanwhile and your phone was blowing up again but this time it wasn't anything hateful..it was the opposite.

To those saying she is vein and attention seeker, she just took off Pablo's jersey to give it to the small fan. This girl is so sweet and beautiful and doesn't deserve all this hate for loving Pablo..don't we all love him? Let's show her some support and love!

The game started and you put your phone away feeling a smile creep on when you saw Pablo run on the pitch looking in your direction trying to find you in the crowd. You were no longer afraid and you started waving and he caught the sight of you waving back before joining his teammates.

Barça won with a large 4:0 score and you were cheering on the stands loudly with the rest of fans before going backstage with your pass to meet Pablo like you agreed.

It was raising so you were drenched but it didn't matter since you never felt happier. You were finally free to openly support your boy and show everyone that you truly love him very much.

"Y/n are you dating Pablo Gavi? Please! Can you tell us first!?" the reporter just appeared as you waited and once again you were nervous not really ever giving an interview nor did you want to in this moment.

"Hermano, my girl has no comment!" Pablo's arms wrapped around you and the two of you walked away from the pushy man towards the secluded corner and the moment you were alone he grabbed your face and kissed you passionately not giving the shit about all the flashed around you.

"You're wet.." you say moving some hairs glued to his forehead and he smirked kissing your nose playfully while his hands were rested on your waist.

"So are you..I saw you cheering for me all game..it gave me strength" he said and you blushed nodding your head remembering just how fun it was to yell his name proudly after each score.

"You're my boyfriend.." you say seeing his smile shine on his face at those words as he pulled you into another kiss.

"Yes, I am..amor" he said into the kiss and you both smiled resting your wet foreheads foreheads together. That's when Pablo noticed that you were no longer wearing his jersey and that you were shivering a little from the cold air coming from the AC.

"You're not wearing my jersey?"he said and you smiled remembering the happy face of the the little girl when you gave her the jersey remembering about the gift and pulling it out of your bag.

"This is from a little girl called Mia. She is a big fan so I gave her the jersey..are you mad?" you said giving him the stuffed animal and he quickly kissed you raising you form the ground and twirling you around. You two were definitely catching a lot of attention but for the first time you didn't care.

"Tu eres tan especial..te quiero amor" he said and you smiled kissing his lips after he put you back down and you both giggled. You were still shivering a little and Pablo took off the jersey he wore during the game putting it over you and even though it was still wet and sweaty, it brought you different kind of warmth.

Pablo helped you to the lounge for family and friends before he went to get changed and take care of a press conference since he was named 'the man of the match' which made you so proud.

"Where is your jersey chico?" Xavi asked seeing him returning in only a long sleeve shirt underneath and the boys were tapping his shoulders having found out about his new relationship.

"His girl is wearing it, isn't it?" Ansu tapped his shoulder and Pablo was blushing a little but nodded his head proudly nevertheless.

"We heard! Congratulations, Pablito!" Pedri hugged his best friend as they all spent a few minutes celebrating before he had to leave for the conference with Xavi.

During the press, they asked him about the game and how his skills improved but of course they needed to address the newest gossip about him.

"Is it true your girlfriend is here at camp with you tonight?" one of the reporters asked and Xavi reminded them it was a football conference wanting to protect Gavi but the boy said it was alright.

"Sí, she is here tonight and I would just like to address on some hate that she's been receiving recently if that's alright?" he said and they allowed it seeing it was important to him.

"She is the sweetest girl I have ever met..just tonight she took my jersey to give it to one of my little fans..it warms my heart to have found someone so kind and real..when we met, she didn't even know who I was..and she was trying all these months to please people and not be what they say 'attention seeker' but hate just kept piling up. I want to remind everyone that we are humans too, and that our privacy is ours to keep. I am very happy right now and I would appreciate if everyone shows my girl kindness and love because that's what she deserves!" Pablo finished and Xavi was the first one to clap followed by everyone else before whispering to him 'buen hombre" as the press conference ended.

Pablo's little 'speech' was viral online and you were watching it at the lounge with happy tears in your eyes. He really stood up for you and made you feel protected from all hate and you felt so much less nervous now.

"Amor?" you saw him entering the lounge now completely back to 'normal' clothes and you rushed to hug him tightly telling him how special it was what he did for you at the press conference.

"I love you so much!" you said and he smiled kissing your lips lovingly before pulling away and grabbing your hand so you can go back home together.

When you exited the camp there were fans yelling your name and you blushed seeing Pablo smile approvingly before walking with you to the crowd to take some pictures and give a few autographs.

"Muchas gracias for being kind to my girl" Pablo said while everyone was nodding saying how amazing it was that he talked about hate and protected you.

"You're amazing Y/n! Don't let hateful people make you sad!" people were telling you and you were blushing nodding your head before catching Pablo's eyes shortly seeing his famous smirk he has when he wins..so always :)

"Gracias Gavi!" they said as you two started walking towards you car both waiving them bye before getting into the car ready to do back home together.

pablogavi

Mi nena lindaa <33 @y.n.bebe

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@y.n.bebe: te amo! <3

@pablogavi muchísimooo <33

@fcbarcelona love to see our Golden Boy happy <3 Welcome to family @y.n.bebe liked by 80K others

@y.n.bebe visca barça!! <33 liked by 20K

@aurora.paez the sweetest girl in the world! love you hermanitaaa <3

@y.n.bebe roryy <33 te amo!

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@ferrantorres: hermanito it was time to find your princesa <3 proud of you!

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@pedri: siempre feliz hermano! cuidalo por mi amiga <3

@pablogavi gracias hermano!!

@y.n.bebe thank you pepi! I promise! <3

@ansufatti felicitaciones hermano!

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Chapter 35

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: anxiety and panic attack, light implications of attempted rape

Words: 3457

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm sorry I didn't update earlier, I've been very busy. Currently I'm away with my school so I won't be able to post for a while!

Please enjoy this soft chapter :)

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„What a great choice, little pup. Of course we can go see; come on, let's go, sweet baby.” The packalpha smiled widely at you, taking your hand in his before he started to lead your little group towards the said store.

Yuki and Moonsik followed happily, both okay with going to the music store. While neither of them played any instruments, they enjoyed listening to music, so they wouldn't mind.

Plus, sometimes seeing all of the gadgets and things lined up cleanly just satisfied them, even when they weren't there to buy them.

And so, Namjoon led you close, watchful so you wouldn't bump into any bypassers as you were caught too deeply into explaining the new art technique you only just learned.

The packalpha knew a fair bit about art, but by no means did he know enough, considering how much new information you shared with him during the few small seconds.

Litography for sure sounded complicated, but you looked ecstatic about it, even though you repeated many times that you really didn't know what you were doing most of the time.

Maybe he could start a course with you? Or maybe some of the other packmates would go. Or maybe, if you don't want them to be there with you, you would prefer to do so alone?

Seoul was a large city; for sure, there must be a printing unit of some sort, an atelier, or anything like that.

Namjoon really wanted you to persue your hobbies and dreams, and he knew you held art very close to your heart.

The packalpha wasn't sure what type of school you would want to continue to study at, but he realised well that the pack could for sure help.

He thought a little about what you might be able to do to help them, and the packalpha already had quite a few good ideas.

But nonetheless, Namjoon was more than happy to have you around, and you could choose whichever path you found interesting, and he and the pack members would support you.

The walk across the mall wasn't lengthy, and so soon enough, you were aware of the music store you desired to see when it was closed.

It was open this time, and the lights that were turned on made the display of the instruments and gadgets much clearer and simpler to see.

To your eyes, it looked quite magical. You knew your fair bit about art—of course you would; you studied it after all—and when you were young and lived in Japan, sometimes you would go see theatres too.

Your budget didn't allow you to see the interesting plays anymore, and it wouldn't be too safe for you to go on your own either.

Since most of the theatres would play during the evening, starting at the earliest of 18 o'clock, even when it would be the summer and the sun would come down later, by the time the play would end, it would be dark.

Seoul wasn't a small city by any means, but your apartment was on the outskirts, and you didn't live in the nicest part of it.

You were an omega. Only now were you being courted, and before that, you had no one to make sure you would get safely home.

The last time you went to see the play R.U.R., which didn't wow you but didn't hurt to see either, you left the theatre by the evening, and the stars would twinkle and shine.

The bus you had to wait for took quite some time to arrive, but whenever a bit off-looking alpha or beta would come sit by you on the waiting bench at the stop, you would make sure to get up and create a distance so no contact would be created.

You were on your phone, busying yourself on Instagram as there was free WiFi available, and so when your bus arrived a good half an hour later, you entered.

All went well in the beginning, but as the drive continued, less and less people stayed, and it came to only you and an alpha.

The man didn't seem too suspicious at first, but when he stood up, to you seeming to go to leave the vehicle, he didn't step out but instead stepped closer to you.

You were more than lucky that night, to be certain. Just the reminder of the sickling smell of the rut had your stomach turning, and when you noticed the look in his eyes, you realised what was meant to go down.

Before the alpha could do anything, you left the bus in a hurry, as your stop just came, and luckily for you, the dreaded man didn't follow you.

Since then, you wouldn't go outside comfortably and would always be wary of being on your own during the night.

Just the terrifying memory made small tears spring up in your eyes. What would happen if that man took you to mate that night? What if he marked you too?

Surely, none of the pack members courting you now would be interested in you then.

You felt your fingers shake a little, and you could tell you were about to cry. You couldn't go crying in the mall like this, and if Yuki and Moonsik were with you too, what would they think of you now?

Your breaths started to cut shorter and shorter, and as your eyes squeezed shut, a slight ringing clouded your mind.

Then, you couldn't tell well what was going on—too much in a haze to realise. You could hear your heartbeat, or was it yours?

It sounded close to your ear, and you felt your lungs hurt from how unwell you were breathing, your intakes shorter and shorter every moment passing.

„...okay, pup,'s okay...."

You recognised the packalpha's voice well, but it sounded distant and far; your ears were somehow weak, and you were tired.

The soft smell around you brought you a slight comfort and warmth, but even then, your shoulders shook and tears would come down your face.

Whenever your sobs would get louder, the warmth brought to you felt more close, as the scent felt more strong and noticeable.

Somewhere deep in the back of your mind, you knew you had stressed yourself out so much that you had another omega drop, but then again, you couldn't think too clearly.

„...don't worry, sweetheart, just breathe for alpha baby;.."

Namjoon's voice caressed you in the background as you sobbed and cried softly. You were just too scared and anxious at this point, too worried out of your mind, to really pay attention to what was going on around you.

It took you quite some time to calm down to a point where you would realise what was going on around you. Sobs wrecked your body, and your shoulders would shake as you gasped for air.

„...there you go, pup, just like that. Breathe for Alpha little 'mega..."

Namjoon didn't know what exactly went down to cause you to suddenly drop on him, but he knew it wasn't good.

It was just like that—your scent would change, and he would notice something was wrong. And before the packalpha could do anything to help prevent it, your soft sniffles and cries already came.

And what was he to do? He knew he couldn't do much as the rest of the packmembers weren't there to help, and surely all of their scents would do you good.

Namjoon didn't even have that lamb plushie they bought for you, and gosh, he was cursing himself for not getting at least a keychain to carry around himself in case of need—like now.

They all will, for sure, purchase one right away after they hear about your soft state. None of them will care about how bulky or weird their keys might look; that would not matter.

If they would get a keychain that would carry all of their scents, for sure, that would help when you might drop on them so suddenly.

Namjoon didn't have that at the moment, and so he was stuck with what was possible to help relieve your anxious state—his own scent.

And so he did what he thought would be best, releasing all of the protective and calming pheromones he had as an alpha.

The moment the packalpha realised you entered an omega drop, from standing before you crouched while caressing your cheeks with questions pouring out about your dazed state, he was quick to get into action.

When your tears appeared and your scent fully changed, he took you into his arms, not caring one bit about anyone looking—you were his top priority.

And so Namjoon cradled you to his chest, safely tucking away your face into his scent gland as he would try to calm you down.

When your sobs and cries turned into gasps for air, he could truly feel worry cloud his mind, and he could tell his brain was dashing up with only a few simple words screamed at him.

Mate; Danger; Breathe;

And he held you even closer, going from trying to gently talk you out of your closed state to feeling himself start to go feral in worry.

Was it one of the bypassers that made you freak out so much? Was it the shop owner? Oh, he was going to have a word with him if that was the case for sure.

But before the packalpha could do anything, Moonsik, who still held Yuki's hand closely as they both looked worriedly over the two of you, stepped closer.

„You need to go somewhere where it's calm and quiet, Namjoon-ah.” The beta's voice held a sense of urgency in it.

His own pack's omega wouldn't drop too often, but when he would, it was always a great worry for both Moonsik and Juwon.

He recognised the short and quick breaths, along with how off your scent seemed, and knew that you really weren't doing well at the moment.

And so, he was quick to step in as soon as he noted Namjoon's growing distress; it was understandable that he was worried. You were their courted omega after all, and it was every packmember's worst nightmare to see their littlest ones cry of fear.

Moonsik calmly came over, a harsh but not really meant growl leaving the packalpha as he took a step back. The beta understood—the younger wasn't thinking too clearly and wouldn't take time to realise who was safe and who wasn't.

At this point, the only ones allowed to come closer to the distressed omega were the packmates, and even then, the packalpha would strictly watch.

And so, the beta took the lead and started to walk to one of the stores where it surely would be quiet and calm—the small library, which had a café at its entrance.

Namjoon rushed to follow, pecking your cheeks and temples repeatedly as he would comb his fingers gently through your hair.

The only thing he wished for was that you would be okay.

None of the drops he experienced with you went to such an extent, and you never had such issues with breathing. What if something was seriously wrong?

Hastily, the small group of yours entered the café. Moonsik brought Yuki over to order, as he didn't want it to seem like you all just came over to sit and not have anything.

The other omega was scared and worried for you, asking the beta numerous times if you were okay and saying, „Y/N doesn't look fine, hyungie!” Nearly bursting into tears himself.

Though the beta was professional in distracting the younger and calming him down, he by no means needed Yuki to drop too; that would be truly bad timing.

And so, Moonsik asked the omega about which drink he thought you would like the best, or what pastry, but the conversation always stopped, as the omega would go turning to look at you sitting in a secluded booth, curled up closely to Namjoon.

Yuki couldn't see much, as the packalpha had tucked you closely against himself and kept you in the corner, his back partly turned to the entrance.

„You're okay, my baby; breathe now; breathe for Alpha." He would whisper, a little frown on his face as he held you to his chest, making sure your ear was pressed right up against his heart where you could hear it the best.

The alpha caressed your hair softly, pecking your forehead as his chin would rub up against the top of your head.

His scent was noticeable all around the booth, and while he might feel a bit emberassed normally, considering that it's not really well with the etiquette to have one's scent take up the whole room, he really didn't care at the moment.

Luckily, the people working and in the café were understanding and didn't freak out or start a scene over it, and everything truly was calm.

Apart from the soft, calm music playing in the background, the shop was quiet and calm, and he only then realised that it was definitely omega-centred too.

And soon after, your teary eyes, Namjoon so restlessly viped over and over, fluttered open. The moment you realised it was the packalpha who was gently looking over you, holding you close as he would caress you, soft shushes leaving him in hopes of you breathing better, a soft sob left you again.

Namjoon looked over immediately, his eyes widening, before he held you even closer, tucking your head right into the very crook of his neck.

„Oh baby...” He whispered gently, pecking your temples repeatedly as he rubbed your back and petted your hair.

You gripped onto the alpha's t-shirt tightly, the man pulling you up and closer to his chest in answer.

Your cheek rested against Namjoon's collarbone as the still slightly agitated alpha held you very close, trying his best to settle you.

Just then, Moonsik and Yuki came over with the order they thought both of you would like the best: an americano for Namjoon and a sweet lemonade with a little cheesecake for you.

Just as Yuki went to whine out, noticing that you wouldn't turn to look at them, the packalpaha being the only one to have acknowledged them, the beta was quick with his thinking.

„Hyungie-”

„Sh, baby, sh, come here." He whispered gently as he pulled the younger omega over to himself, letting him sit on his lap too.

The beta knew well that you needed some space and time to truly relax and calm down, and staying with the packalpha for the time being was for sure the safest bet.

And so, Moonsik fed his omega small bites of the brownie cake and had him drink his own lemonade. Yuki hoped you would like yours just like he always liked his.

„Should I call someone, Namjoon-ah?” Moonsik asked after a little while, worried eyes set on you. While you weren't sobbing and gasping for air uncontrollably anymore, you were still softly sniffing, no matter what the packalpha would say.

Namjoon looked up from pecking your forehead, frowning a little in thought. The packmembers would for sure freak out if they knew, but it was necessary, he thought.

And so, as the alpha pulled you even closer, your nose right against his scent gland, he stayed for a little while in thought.

„If you would be so kind, Moonsik-hyung, that would be very helpful.” He whispered softly, not wanting to startle you, as he gently patted your hair.

The beta nodded and ushered Yuki out of his lap, taking the younger's hand before he went over to the more secluded area—he didn't want you or anyone else to hear to call.

You didn't need to drop on them the second time in a row today.

Precautions were a must in such situations, and your fragile state for sure required one, so they needed to be careful now.

Moonsik quickly switched on his contacts, searching through them until he found the first packmate he had saved on his phone, Yoongi.

And so, as Yuki looked over the books on display, opening and closing them after he realised they were in the horror section, the ringing noise sounded in the beta's ear.

It took a while for the alpha to pick up, but he did soon after, having the beta sigh from the pent-up worry he didn't even realise he kept inside.

„Hello?”

„Hello, Yoongi, it's Moonsik...um, the beta, we met in the mall and-”

„Yes, I remember. What do you need? Is Y/N okay?”

„Y/N dropped a few minutes ago, but Namjoon is trying to settle h-”

„What?! Fuck, where are they?”

„We are in the reading café right now, but maybe you all shouldn't come at the same time..."

„Aish, send me the address, and I'll be there soon; I'll let the rest know.”

„Of course, I will. Thank you.”

Yoongi was the one to switch off the call, but in the background, Moonsik could very well hear his keys jiggle as the alpha quickly got ready to leave.

He wasn't sure where Yoongi was at the moment or if they were all planning to come into the café, but he trusted them and knew that they would do their best to help you.

„Come on, baby, let's go." The beta softly said, gently tugging onto Yuki's hand, the omega following right away, abandoning the book he held before.

They walked back up the stairs and over to the booth to see you still closely held by the packalpha; only now you weren't really sniffling too badly.

Only when they sat down and Moonsik got a better look at you did he realise what happened—you cried yourself to sleep, far too exhausted to keep up with everything.

Namjoon held you close, very much in a protective headspace, wary of anyone and everyone passing by.

The alpha tried to feed you a little bite of the sweet cake or have you at least take the smallest sip possible, but you wouldn't budge, a soft whimper leaving you whenever Namjoon would slightly pull away to give you a little bite.

And so, after a short time, the packalpha has given up on having you eat or drink at the moment, and as you fell asleep, he would hold you just as close as before, if not closer.

He sipped on his coffee the beta and omega, so kindly got him, but it was still quite hot, and he didn't really know how to relax at the moment.

„I called Yoongi; he said he was on his way.” The beta almost whispered, not wanting you to wake up, but seeing your truly tired state, you weren't about to.

The packalpha murmured soft thanks, glad that the beta was kind and considerate in such a jumbled situation.

Just as Namjoon went on to apologise about the hangout taking a terrible turn, the beta was quick to shush him.

„It's okay, Namjoon-ah; it's not yours or Y/N's fault; things like these just happen.” He said it calmly, cutting off a little bite of the brownie to feed Yuki again.

The packalpha could only thank him softly, holding you close as he rubbed your back up and down, keeping you close.

It didn't take a long time before the other packmate came, and it wasn't just Yoongi either.

The moment the youngest recognised your distressed scent in the mall, he took off running, with the older alpha following soon enough, finding the path to you by your scent.

And soon enough, Jungkook stood at the entrance to the café, a mask and heavy jacket on, as he came just from the outside, where Yoongi had driven them.

A soft gasp left him as he finally saw you and Namjoon, your body tightly cuddled up to the older alpha.

„Babybun!” He whispered, taking long strides over before he came to the side of the booth with you.

Jungkook reached over to hold you, Namjoon sighing out gently, before he let you be held by him, only a soft whine leaving you.

„Don't cry, my bunny, it's okay. Alpha is here now. Alpha is here." He would whisper, his chin and cheeks rubbing vigorously over your head as he tried to have his calming scent mask your still unsettled one.

„Oh, kitty...” Yoongi murmured, taking a seat next to the youngest as he too gently petted and brushed through your hair, worried eyes set on your still-half-asleep form.

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[not-goldy]

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Let's make one thing clear i wasn't the og anon who asked you about the "did jungkook said all those vile things to jm" but i did saw it so i commented on it and i stand by the fact that making fun of someone's looks when the said person is insecure about his looks is "evil" cause it is. The male treat e/o differently bs you can keep to yourself cause teasing is one thing but making fun of someone's insecurity is not the same get that fact clear.

Did i anywhere said jungkook is not jimin's friend? NO i did not so idk exactly what y'all are yapping about. Did i say "And jk is the standard of love for jkkrs" refering to his past self which jkkrs romanticize and glorify? Yes i did. so now what all it means is i said jungkook is not "the partner" for jimin and i never commented on their friendship and there's difference between friendship and romantic relationship. You can't always chose your friends or even best friends as your romantic partner cause you don't feel it and it doens't work like that. Just because someone's friends with you doens't mean you see them as your partner cause you want more and different. Also the ppl who says we make jm looks pathetic nahh bro fact here is it's you who love the "jm fell first jk fell harder" edits not us. Jm is sweetheart with everyone and he especially takes care of his younger ones, he babies V too who's literally 2 months younger than him. Just because jk learned how to be nice over the years doens't mean it can erase what he said when he was 18-19-20 yrs old. He did say all those things to jm it is what it is.

About the anon who said you have been waiting for jm and jk to reveal their partners from 2017 cause ppl said so then you and those people both are dumb cause why on earth would you think they're gonna reveal their partners at their peak?? By revealing their partners i completely mean them officially introducing and CONFIRMING their partners which is also not the case with taennie (i know they dated but they never confirmed so doens't fit in what i mean). Like they debuted in 2013 and you were expecting their partner's official reveal in 2017 cause some ppl said so? Lol. But here i say wait for some more years. Let them get to the age of 35-40 and you'll see. And the list you posted to show how jungkook treats jm can be applied to how jungkook treats other members too then, so maybe he's dating them too (again except one gcft yet). Btw we all did saw jungkook with a woman at night in his apartment, back hugging her....yes he doesn't have a gc now but does that earse the exsistance of that video? The times when jkkrs were like "he's missing his love of life jm" while the guy was having women at his home? Sure. He was missing jm so much that rather visiting jm at any of his sets or anything like other members jungkook was at home doing lives singing songs live..i see how much he was missing. I'm not telling this because i expected that from him it's because y'all make big deal out of nothing.

Anyways, idt y'all gonna be here after those many yrs but if y'all stay I'd love to see that reaction.

Again with the anachronisms

I'm running out of patience here-

When did you find out Jimin was insecure about his looks??? 2013, 2014? 2015 when he was in his hypermasculine state doing 360 flips in the air, flexing his biceps, talking bout girls chasing him, when he was strong confident in his masculinty and showing it off- is this the same year he opened up about his vulnerabilities???

In fact when did Jimin discuss this self image issue???

And when was Jungkook teasing Jimin????

Making fun of his insecurities bitch you're crazy. Lost it. Pulling stuff from your ass get a life cos your whole existence is an illusion.

In your crazy delusional head what did you think was happening???

Poor poor insecure Jimin walking around shy hiding from people explaining to everyone he has body image issues while his younger maknae followed him around pointing to him telling the world his biceps was fake his abs had been drawn on????

Same Jimin who had the hyung line busting their ass off to catch up? Same Jimin whom the company used as a model for the others to emulate Same Jimin whom the company preferred him showcasing his gorgeous body and the others had to work had to attain his level of physique but even that they were still passed over for Jimin???

Same Jimin?????

Use your brains for a sec, with the way he looked and the way he carried himself around who could tell he was feeling insure??? You only know that NOW years forward into the future when he opened up and not the actual moment it was happening.

You think Jungkook would play like that with him if he knew any of that ? And ever since he'd become like that- well as you put it, he's been "nice".

Well well well

Again confirming my diagnosis of you and your kind

"Just because JK has learned to be nice over the years don't erase what he said and did when he was 18 19 20

Actually he was 15, 16, 17 you creep.

Also you are not saying anything we don't know. Like I said WE KNOW HOW YALL WORK you not difficult to figure out.

At least you admitting he's a nice person others of your kind have a hard time admitting that.

If you want to Judge a grown man you claim is nice over his playful ribbings with HIS FRIENDS WHILE HE WAS A MINOR that's your crazy to deal with.

But do tell that to your new recruits and the impressionable minds you try to twist and brainwash like the fine Tuktukker relative you are.

I simply disagree with you. That's all.

I don't see any of what he said and did as malicious. He did it with everyone and especially Taehyung. Jimin simply wasn't comfortable with that which is fine because he's after all not a very typical or traditional male in every sense of the word and how was Jungkook to know he couldn't just toss him around and throw him in the air and break his back like he was doing his other friends.

We all have our idiosyncrasies and I think BTS work so well because they have learned to respect eachother's boundaries- well some of them.

I think if that was Jimins boundaries he is entitled to his boundaries and all anyone can do is respect those boundaries.

But I'm starting to also appreciate why JK solos would equally hate Jimin and Jimin stans like you.

I mean for one he was also constantly disturbing that dude trying to kiss him and bug him when CLEARLY JUNGKOOK ALSO DIDN'T WANT THAT especially as it was done publicly. For an introverted fella I can see how stressful that whole experience must have been for him 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Poor poor guy 🥲

Respect goes both ways Anon.

You can't insist on your boundaries while also constantly pushing someone else's. Especially since Jungkook was the shy type and didn't like being the center of attention. If someone doesn't want to be bothered or doesn't want to be friends with you you leave them alone. You don't act sad about it on camera and inadvertently put your fans on their back.

I'm open to discussing all the toxic things Jimin did as a teen with you since you enjoy living in the past but ll rather redirect you to another toxic Jk solo who is equally stuck in the past as you so you two can take each other out.

For me, jikook grew and I grew with them.

Take care.

[gummyfang]

Hey, I wanted to let you know that I love your writing, your mind is brilliant 🫶

I don’t normally send in asks, but I saw that you’re open to writing for Anakin, and I was wondering if you’d be willing to make some nsfw head cannons for him? I’d especially love to hear your sub Anakin thoughts because I lot of the content I see about him writes him in a more dominant way (which is awesome, but I’m personally obsessed with submissive anakin)

Once again, you are such a gifted author, thank you for sharing your work 💕

HHHH THANK U SO MUCH FOR UR KIND WORDS <33 honestly I have so many specific interps for Anakin in NSFW situations so I'm excited to share my thoughts. NSFW below read more, duh

♡♡♡ |   ˗ˏˋ Anakin Skywalker NSFW headcanons  ´ˎ˗

Ok first things first I have some strong opinions about what he doesn't do, firstly his experience levels.

Because let's be real, if you're his partner in the first place, you're his first. Anakin is a space monk . The code he lives by essentially forces him into celibacy. Now, we know Anakin tends to discard those rules if he believes the situation calls for a different approach, but he can't do so without caution.

Also, I dunno, he seems so romantically ride or die I don't really see him as someone who'd sneak out and sleep around. Point being, his experience before getting together with you is zero.

He can't find the clit at first.

Be patient with him.

I will say this though, Anakin is an experimental person and not afraid to try new things at the risk of them not working out. This is definitely something that extends to the bedroom. He doesn't exactly have sources to get new positions from so he's just gonna tangle your legs around him in every way he can think of, all to find that new angle that he can fuck you that much better at.

And if it doesn't work, he would much prefer honesty over being told it's fine. This extends to everything in the bedroom tbh, safewords are sacred to him and he takes your comfort very seriously.

Now the perhaps more controversial take. Anakin is a switch for sure, but he has some pretty hard limits when it comes to either.

Dom Anakin

I cannot see him being into degrading you, honestly. Anakin loves you to death. You are ethereal to him. He can't cum with such filthy lies in his mouth.

Nahh Ani is praise all the way for sure. He'd brabble on about how good you look as he cums inside of you. His capacity to respond coherently goes down as he's closer to releasing but how sweetly you moan for him and how perfect you look never leaves his mind.

By extension, I don't think he'd be super into hurting you. Though he is not gonna pass up on some consensual choking and spanking.

And boy, he is mouthy.

As in literally.

While he ruts into you, he either wants his mouth on your lips, on your neck or on your chest.

When he is not babbling his praising comments to you, his mouth needs to be busy in some other way.

If you do not want marks on you, you better tell him, because he is going to have to actively stop himself from teething and sucking purple marks into your neck.

Really likes mutual masturbation as well. He tells himself he won't do it over the comms but. He will. If you or him is on a long-term trip you know damn well he doesn't have the patient to wait for either of you to come back.

Sub Anakin

Now. Sub Anakin. That is a whole other ball park.

Anakin craves control, but getting to give up every ounce of control on his own terms really arouses him.

He has some harder limits, he doesn't enjoy being in too much pain or degradation that is too harsh and personal.

But the humiliation aspects of it make him rock hard.

Honestly. He's kinda into it when he's on his knees in front of you, staring up at you with those expectant eyes, and you just barely apply some pressure on his solid crotch. Not enough for it to hurt, just for him to rut against and then make a soiled mess of his pants.

If you let him, that is. Anakin wants to be a good boy. If you tell him no he will listen.

Oh yeah he is more into sexual denial than you'd probably expect.

Orgasm denial? Hell, nothing makes him harder and whinier than making him watch you get yourself off with him unable to touch you or himself.

Or when you edge him? Make him wait until he's close to sobbing. He wouldn't cry, but if you keep going he will get real desperate.

The longer you deny him, the more he goes from bratty to begging.

HUUUUGE validation kink.

Like HUGE.

He enjoys being denied to an extent but he does want to finish on a high note. Call him a good boy, tell himhow hot he looks when he eats you out... Boy he will go feral.

Haven't written just headcanons in a while so I hope you enjoyed these rambles

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Restless Night

Moonboys x fem!reader

Summary: You can't sleep but the boys help you out.

Tags: Mostly Fluff.

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You don't even remember how many hours you were awake now, was it 3 or 4? At first you tried to tire yourself out by scrolling through your phone, that didn't help, so you simply laid in bed, closed your eyes and hoped for the sleepy wonder to finally happen. That didn't happen too, in fact it only increased the frustration. So you tried it with a glass of cold water, but...that only made you go to the toilet...

And here you are, in your boys shared bed, literally whirling around like a tornado, your covers suddenly feels like having 7 different edges because of your kicking and ended on the floor.

You looked over, Marc was the one to fall asleep with you and he is sleeping like a goddamn rock, he didn't even budge when you were whirling around...maybe it was because of the tough mission Marc had. You thought about nudging him awake, but that would just get him grumpy and if you were really unlucky, Jake would be the one to wake up and he would use Steven's ankle restraints on you to keep you at bay...

Maybe you should go look around where Marc and Jake kept their hard alcohol? You already know it atleast knocks Jake out pretty good.

But...

You decided to try your luck and lean close to Marc's ear, whispering softly "Pssst, Marc."

Marc didn't wake up, instead he only shifted to lay on his side...

You sighed, thinking about if you could somehow knock yourself out, when suddenly Marc finally stirred

"Love?" It wasn't the American accent you heard, neither was it the Spanish one, instead it was the sweet British accent that made you smile. It was sweet Steven.

"Steven!" You immediately jumped back into the bed to cuddle Steven.

"Hey there jumpy." Steven smiled sweetly, taking you in his arms and giving a gentle squeeze "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"I've been awake for 3 to 4 hours straight now. And Marc was sleeping like he was hit by a truck." You replied with a small chuckle making Steven laugh,

"Next time hold his nose closed and he will awake in no time." Steven joked and slowly let you go to sit up

Don't give her any ideas Steven.

Steven let out a laugh at hearing Marc's voice before he turned towards you, "Well, if you have trouble sleeping then come with me to the kitchen, I can make you some tea if you want." Steven offered.

"Yes please, because I was about to snoop around for Marc and Jake's hard hitting stuff." You giggled and stood up to make your way to the kitchen.

Steven followed you, on his way he passed a small mirror on the wall, seeing Jake

Don't tell her about the hard stuff, Hermaño. That's not the right stuff for our sweet princessa anyway.

"Don't worry mate, I won't tell her." Steven assured, entering the kitched already seeing you sitting at the table

"Who was it?" You grinned.

"Both actually," Steven opened a drawer and got his wide collection of teas out, "Marc didn't like the idea of me giving you ideas on how to wake him up. And Jake don't want you to find out their secret stash."

You couldn't help but smile, "You three are too sweet."

Steven turned his head, giving you a smile "They said thank you." he prepared the kettle and walked over to the window to look out, noticing a full moon shining bright "Oh look at that, no wonder you couldn't sleep, it's full moon."

You raised your head "Again? It already was full moon the past four days. Maybe Khonshu is trying to piss of the other gods again." You chuckled.

Steven turned to you, walked over and ruffled your hair gently "Now why would he do that?"

You shrugged "I don't know. Maybe to torture me for tonight?"

Steven grabbed a teabag of Green tea for you, "Khonshu can be a bit of a bugger sometimes but torturing you with lack of sleep? Nahh, you're his little gem." Steven got a cup, pouring the hot water in and putting the green tea bag inside.

You cocked an eyebrow, "He calls me a what?"

You heard Steven chuckle, but it wasn't his british accent, it was a deep spanish one, it was Jake

"Si, mi armor, you heard right you're his little gem." Jake got you the steaming cup of tea, setting it down infront of you before sitting down opposite from you, grinning cheekily.

"Not his little bug?" You chuckled, looking down at the steaming tea infront of you.

"Nah, he called you that at first but now he calls you little gem. But it suits you more than anything." this time the accent was american.

You looked up, seeing indeed Marc leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table, "Tell him I like him." you smiled innocently.

"Oh he'll be flattened." Marc chuckled, "Now drink your tea or I will get mine and Jake's hard hitting stuff, trust me you don't want any sleeping troubles after that." he threatened playfully, looking over to the small mirror and shooting Jake a teasing smile.

But before you could take a sip, you let out a sudden yawn, Marc clearly saw that and decided to tease you, "Aww, is someone getting tired from talking too much?" he grinned.

You shot him a glare but couldn't hold back the smile tugging at your lips while sipping on the tea.

Before you knew it, another yawn escaped you, catching Marc's attention once again as he proceeded to stand up "Alright honey, time for some well earned sleep. I'll let Steven out so he can tuck you in." Marc smiled and grabbed your now-empty cup of tea to place it on the counter and leading you out of the kitchen back to your shared bed "And don't forget, in the morning you will sleep like getting hit by a truck." Marc teased as he made his way to their side of the bed.

You settled in too, and before you could lay down Steven was back, "Now you sleep, alright?" he smiled, getting under the covers.

Steven pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you, "Sleep well, love." he whispered softly.

"Sleep well, Stevie."

[ziminy]

Nightshift pt. 1

Having them as roommates was a problem

Tags: mdni, college au, f!reader , explicit language, a little bit of misunderstandings here and there for the plot, everyone is pretty dumb, inexperienced!reader, size difference, they toy with you the way they want, fingering, thigh fucking, both Geto and Gojo are playboys (cuz I want so) , idk I'll add it later if I missed something

Author's note: bro, I started writing this thinking it would be a small ff. I was giggling and kicking my feet and then I woke up 10k words in and I was like, nahh, gotta make this into a series. So enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it😘

Update: I re wrote this a little, just made some small changes here and there.

6k words(I thought there were more)

Masterlist part 2

Gojo Satoru had all kind of connections. He basically knew everyone in the campus at this point, the campus you shared and many others. And who could blame him? People liked him. It wouldn't be surprising if someone goes at him for anything. That's how he wakes up in someone else business most of the time, it all starts with a small favor, and then he finds out its not that small as he thought it would be. And yet he still does it again and again. He's an idiot, isn't he?

Who could blame him. No one was in their right minds anymore these days. But an idiot will always remain an idiot. And so, he woke up helping someone again. A friend you happen to have in common came to him, asking if he knows any place available to stay at. And the idiot went around asking about it, only to find up things about you. Like what kind of person you are, how people viewed you, how you got in the situation of moving out. You were a quiet person, or that's what some people said. Other said how it was so fun to have you around. You were non problematic, or hat's how he liked to see it. You were a peaceful person who just happened to be in an unfortunate situation.

He would usually say no, but he met you in person. You looked tired, and small compared to him, you looked like you bearly got any sleep these days. He lives in a big house, doesn't he? It's not like he needs new people in there, the quietness was enough for him. He also clearly don't need any money from you especially. If you can't afford sleep, would you be able to afford a place to stay in?

And somehow you woke up moving into his house. After a lot of talking about it with him, just making sure you heard what you heard right you finally made a decision. Sure, he doesn't seems bad, so why not accepting.

Everything was so peaceful at first. He said he won't be there most of the times. Him and the unexpected housemate you found there were out almost all day. And when they were back everyone seems to be so careful around each other. No one makes fast moves and it seems that you adapted to that life there rather quick. Everything was like a dream, or that what it seemed like. Until you heard a rather nasty rumor about your so called housemates. Animals in heat, that's how you can call them without saying a bad word.

You can't see it. You just can't see it. Your roommates were two regular guys. Sure, one was ridiculously rich, but he was fine. Maybe a little childish. And the other guy was just so down on earth. That guy was softer than your damn pillow. The way he talks was definitely telling you that the rumors are fake. Defamation. This got to be defamation. I mean, no matter how much you think about it you can't see these guys as some fuckers who are.. Well.. Doing what the name says. Fucks.

But you couldn't help but listen to those false allegations. The nights they weren't home they were supposed to be partying somewhere until they leave with a girl. You never saw anyone bringing anything home. So where were they? Do they like spending times in hotels instead of their own house? And that's when you find out they almost never brings girls home because they go to ladies houses.

Everything you heard was true. It's an unwritten rule that they don't like to see strangers on their beds. So that means they spend the night there? No, they always come back no matter what. Fooling in someone else bed was alright, but staying the night was a no no. All those rumors made you think. What was so special about them? And so, you started to observe them whenever you could. It was like an small experiment in your head, it meant literally nothing more. It made you think about the situation. Were they really not as you see it?

Without even realizing you got out the room at the same time they were at home. When they were in the kitchen, you happen to be there, nothing happened that just a few words exchanged , small talk. However, it was bothering them.

They really don't understand why you're looking like that at them. No, they're actually full aware of the look in your eyes. It's was something they saw so many times, yet it was more. It wasn't just horniness, it wasn't that lust they're so familiar with. It was curiosity. You don't even have to say a word because it was clearly written on your face. Yet they don't want to admit that it was just something innocent. Both of them agreed mentally that you want them. It wasn't sure which one but it was clearly you wanted something from one of them. They were the horny ones. Your eyes studying them so openly, no thoughts behind it, no shame. They were indeed animals in heat, because they just couldn't keep it to themselves. And just like always, they were willing to give you whatever you want. That if you finally say something, do a move yourself. Not just looking and that's it.

"Y/N." you moved your eyes on who ever was calling your name, none other than your landlord. "Did something happened?" to him it seemed like you had something to say but you were to shy to say it. He was more than happy to give you a little push, help you to finally say something.

"Mno..?" he gulped, you looked right into his eyes. The looks you kept giving earlier wasn't helping either. He only heard stuff about how you were shy and you didn't go much out. Your friends don't even remember the last time you went on a date, that if you ever went on a date. "Ohh." you're reaction made both of them move their eyes straight on you. You finally was going to say it? "I apologize." you laughed. "I heard something and I wanted to see it myself." you had a sweet smile on you face, it really didn't look like you were undressing them in your mind. You were curious. And if you have the answers right in front of you, wouldn't you want to know what is actually happening?

"Rumors?" the dark haired guy sat down at the table you were sitting with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Mhhmm." you nodded.

"Are you that interested in what other people say?" you shook your head.

"Not at all." you got up from your chair. "Sorry for making you concerned." and so, you went to your room. You can't figure out what's in their head, and they can't figure what's in yours. There were a lot of rumors about them, most of them being true, but you could never know. You haven't heard anything about your name yet, so maybe people don't even know you live there to begin with. Which is good. The last thing you want is someone disturbing your peace.

What you should have put in calculation was the two demons outside your door. Gojo only let you stay because he was interested in you, the other guy just started to feel a little curious. When they tried to show that they know you're watching, you did nothing more than continue to watch them further. You would look them right in the eyes like you did nothing shameless. And the answer you gave them was so vague that they're now asking for more. It's not like they disliked you there next to them, just looking at them and doing nothing more. It's that it made their imagination go wild.

You bearly went out if it wasn't for school. And up until not so long ago you wouldn't even get out the room when they were home. It was so quiet in there that they forgot about you. That until you got in that kitchen, you're steps were so carefully placed on the floor, the way you would walk around the table and sit at a spot they would have never guessed it was yours in the first place. It became like a routine to see you there in the morning, since that was the time of the day where they would be at home. Oh, but now you stopped. When they're awake you're sleeping safe and sound. Maybe they should have let you do your thing. Of course they would have answered whatever question you might had, but what they don't know is the thoughts you were thinking of. The way you would just smile like you didn't thought about what the hell they were doing when they were out.

You were just curious. And you're happy they finally said something, so that way you could stop looking for whatever you were looking. They're not happy tho. It's been a week since they didn't seen you even breathing around them. Everyone was tired. That's why they started coming home earlier. Which turned into an unfortunate event.

Stressed, everyone was stressed. And you became even stressed when you woke up in the middle of the night hearing noises. Was someone in pain? Did someone needed help? Then you woke up and realizing what is actually happening. The sounds you heard weren't from pain, they were moans, and bed moving. They weren't your moans, they didn't sounded like male moans. It was definitely a woman. You sighed as you went back to sleep, ready to complain about it tomorrow to your housemates.

You were so eager to complain about what happened. The moment you got in the kitchen you sat down next to the dark haired guy. "Suguru, have you heard that last night?" you sighed, yet you were thrilled to continue complaining. "Honestly, can't the neighbors chill?" you wanted to hear him agreeing with you, yet he didn't.

"It wasn't the neighbors." huh? Now you were confused.

"What do you mean?" you both looked at the person who just entered the kitchen. You looked at the guy next to you with big eyes when you realized what actually happened, you stood there bamboozled. He only nodded, like he could read you mind. He knew exactly what you were thinking of. "No way.." a hand was placed over your mouth to show how shocked you were. "I'm sorry! I didn't know!" you exclaimed as you ran from there to your room. So those rumors were true? But you could have never guessed. I mean, weren't they in some kind of mafia or something? Why else would they be out all the times if they weren't working? But didn't people said they don't get girls home? Then was that his girlfriend? What about all those shameful things you thought of? You have to apologize to his girl.

The next morning you got out your room and shyly went into the kitchen. Moving carefully and biting your lower lip, you sat down next to your landlord at the big table that was placed in the kitchen. You looked at him, then at your hands while you kept playing with your fingers. The other guy looked amused. He could only guess why you're acting like that, but he probably knows exactly what you wanted to say. The white haired guy keep moving his eyes from his phone to you. Was this a deja vu? Or perhaps not. This feels like it happened before yet so different at the same time. You looked only at him, you sat next to him, and the other guy seems to find it funny. Clearly, something happened that he's not aware of. He's a little angry now. How can he be left out? Especially when you don't even do much besides coming into the kitchen for a few minutes then run away from there. "Something happened?" this was definitely a deja vu. The same thing, same words, yet it felt so different.

"I'm sorry.." so something did happened? What could be so bad that you got to act like this? You weren't in this situation when you got caught for staring at them shamefully.

"Huh?"

"I know it wasn't my business.. I should have probably shut up.. But please listen to me first." the guy that was sitting not so far from you was laughing his ass off. This was pure gold, comedy in its purest form. He couldn't stop you even if he wanted to. After all, you had to find things out yourself, and he didn't plan to give you any information. "I really didn't know. I wouldn't had said anything if I knew she was your girlfriend." now that was a twist that made even the hyena stop laughing. Now everyone was interested in what happened.

"What do you mean by my girlfriend?" your landlord was mad that someone is out there pretending to be his girlfriend. He might change girlfriends frequently, but at the moment he was single. So who would dare to present themselves as his girl?

"I heard that you don't get girls home unless it's someone important." never in their life have they bought someone home since you moved in there.

"I didn't bring anyone in here?" everyone was confused. No one didn't know what to say.

"The other day you came back with someone, right? I just wanted to apologize because I didn't know it was you. I thought it was the neighbors." the dark haired guy started to laugh again, this time not even trying to hide it. You got up from you seat and went to the door as fast as you could. "Anyway, I'm sorry. I just want it to say it in case of anything." and so, you disappeared from their eyes once again. Whatever you heard about them it was clearly bullshit in their eyes. You need to stop listening to whatever people had to say, they could answer to whatever question you had. Yet you never ask for anything.

A game of cats and mouse started. It was clearly who were the evil minds that came with the plan and who was the clueless victim. One day when you were at school, they happen to be there to switch everything in the house. Whatever you thought you knew was, now was in a complete another place. It was pitiful to watch them work so eagerly on this. It was hard to watch them being idiots, yet not even a second they stopped to think about it. All they had to do now was for you to come back.

It took you two days to finally see that something is wrong. In these two days they almost died of impatience because of how slow you were. Yet look at you, refusing to give up. You searched everywhere in the kitchen cabinets for whatever you were looking for, only to see with the corner of your eye that it was placed somewhere were you clearly couldn't reach at. You took a chair and tried to get it yourself. You don't need help from those fuckers after all. Why would you need it when they made your life so complicated.

"Need help?" the knight in shining armor was too late unfortunately, yet that didn't stopped Gojo from doing something.

"Not at all." he came next to you, took whatever was in your hands and put it back up, just to take it and handle it to you.

"Here you go." you sighed. But your misfortune continue to grow when the other idiot came in.

"You're stuck there? Is it too high for you?" the dark haired guy tone was like it was making fun of you. He picked you up and put you down. "There there, no need to thank me." all you did was to sigh.

"I don't need this anymore. Can you put it back?" you handed whatever you had in your hands back to them.

"You got the wrong thing? This happens if you try to reach high places alone." the moment they turned their heads away from you was the way you disappeared from there. Oh, but it was hell the next few days. Nothing was in their right places and it turned you crazy. You gave up. If that's what they wanted to hear then they win. Just like always, you finally showed up in that kitchen. You sat at another chair, choosing a different one from your usual one. Head and hands on the table as you waited for them to appear there. You were about to call it defeat when you fell asleep. It was morning after all, at this time you would usually sleep. Heck, even the bed under you was sleeping. If you were pulling out the white flag, now they were the ones doing it. Seeing you there once again made them realize their mistake.

They apologized ,not to you physically but mentally. You did nothing more than just being curious. Who wouldn't be? Some rich guy let you stay in his house when you needed a place to stay. He didn't ask for anything, the rent was even lowered to half the price it was to the previous place you lived at. And even after all those rumors you heard, you didn't had to see any of their dates inside the house. It was nice living there, they tried to make an effort somehow to not disturb you. And so you did to them. But maybe they didn't thought about it in the end. Sure, it was childish, but wouldn't you do the same if you were in their shoes? Just like you, they have questions. They also want answers. Their methods might be a little out of pocket, but try to think the way they do. They're too proud, you'll never see them asking for anything. They'll make you ask for it and then act nonchalant about it. Can't you see they're just some big fucks? They're fuckers and they're proud. They're literally dickheads.

The strategy changed. They'll get you out that room in other ways. That's when you started to wake up with all kind of food and sweets. They'll get home and the first thing to do is to go to your room to announce what they got. It made you instantly get out the bed and follow them. They played dirty all the time. They did it in such a way that when you hear the front door you instantly get out the bed and sprint to who ever came back. Big smile on your face and knowing absolutely nothing about whatever scheme they might plan next.

"I didn't got anything today." Suguru's words made you lose your smile instantly. "Satoru might come with something tho." and that made your smile to come back.

"Can I stay with you until he comes back?" his smile seems so innocent. It made him look innocent. That old fox isn't playing according to the books. No, in fact he'll get off the main path just to get to what he wants faster. He knew exactly that your so called landlord wouldn't come back home tonight. Yet he's not going to say shit.

"Of course." and so, you ended up with him on the big couch that was in the living room, watching some movie that was playing on some random channel on tv. It would be such a big lie if he says whatever he was after was just friendship. Is he trying hard? Maybe. But he wants to look like you're the one worked up about it. He wants to look like he just happened to be there and that's it. And oh man he got what he want. By the end of that movie you two ended up in your room. His hands moved so fast to get your clothes off the moment that door was closed. The big windows gave so much light that he could see very clearly where your bed was at.

"Suguru.." you whined his name so sweet and softly. It took all the control he haves to not jump on you in that exact moment, not like he wasn't all over you. If he knew that he could have got to this point sooner from a movie and some takeaways he would have got through this a long time ago. You sat at the edge of the bed, looking at him taking his clothes off and then he jumped back on you.

"Have you done this before?" he was placed in between your legs ,one of his hands placed on your thigh as the other was on the bed right next to you keeping him from not putting all his weight on you. You nodded your head slowly.

"But it's been a while so be gentle with me." animal in heat describes him the best. It looked like a big bad wolf was on top of its prey. If you still can walk tomorrow then that means he did a bad job. But your sweet words made him realize that's too soon. How can he get in your bed again if he scares you now?

"Alright." the hand he had on your thigh moved in between your legs. You were so wet after that little make out session you had on the couch. It should be a crime to leave you alone when you clearly need his help. He's only playing the bigger person so he won't fuck everything right now, so let him believe in his delusions.

Two of his fingers were inside you, moving them in and out of you for a few moments just to see how far he can go. And then he started to curl them, making you instantly squirm. Did the other guy you fucked not do a good job? Maybe that's why you had almost non existent experience in this. Maybe you were left disappointed. Well, aren't you lucky? He likes to hear only good reviews about himself. Oh, but he hopes you heard about his services. If you're so interested in what other people says then you should definitely listen to the people that ended in the same bed as him. "I know you like it, but stop moving so much." he stopped his hand movement for a moment to let you breathe. He's lying. He likes the way you're squirming and trembling at everything he does.

"You're so mean." you whined. If that was mean then he doesn't know how to call whatever he's usually doing. He likes it rough. He likes to see tears in the eyes of who ever he's fucking. He likes to relieve his stress in questionable ways.

"Am I?" he had this diabolical smirk on his face. Evil was too little to say. He looked like he let his demons out of leash. His face got closer to yours, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he started to move his hand again. He'd go as deep as he can, discovering all kind of places, touching you here and there just to see you melt. "Come on, look at me, don't close your eyes." he'll rub your clit for time to time, just to remind you about it. It was mostly to see your expressions, and to remind you how mean he can be. If you said he is then he is, no? This was him just being the fucker he is. Toying with you just to show you how he can make you feel. And to remind you that if he gives, then he also can take away all these new overwhelming feelings. Beg for him. That's what he wants to hear from you after all. Cries and begs.

And you were falling all for it. The way you would cry his name was like good news to his ears, a melody that's he's so happy to hear. His fingers are always making sure to touch all the good places. But at some point it was too much, you felt like you were going over the edge, your vision completely disappearing when you came all over his hand. And he still kept toying with you. "Please-" you gasped. "No more.." you were so dumb for him that he couldn't help but want to over stimulate you, play with you until you're begging for more.

"You can take it, can't you?" it was an obvious no from you. It was the first time you felt this overwhelming, you clearly needed a break to calm down.

"Kiss me." you wanted to feel more than just his evil scheme. A kiss would go so good after that torture. But he stopped the moment you said those words. He just wanted to show you whos in charge of this, because he clearly didn't liked how comfortable you got with him. You didn't seemed to look mad at him for not fulfill your request, no, in fact you only sighed relived. Finally you were free from his cursed hands. He pressed your legs together and put them on his shoulder. You weren't ready for the big thing. You bearly can take his thick fingers, just looking at his cock made you almost pass out. "I don't think I'm ready for that.." you gulped, you only hoped to hear something about how you could do it if you wanted to or any words of encouragement.

"I know you can't." he said as his hand traveled to your pussy, collecting some of your juices to rub it on his cock along with his precum. "The moment I'll get inside that pussy of yours I'll make sure you won't be able to walk for days." he said as he slips his cock in between your thighs. He expected to get more than this in return, because in his head he deserves more than he gives, at least in that situation. But he's not that horny yet to forget about his morals. So this is enough for the moment, because he knows that in the future you'll be able to give him so much more than now.

He hated those eyes of yours. The way you would look so innocent, curious. Ughh. It just made him want to ruin you. Just look at the way you look at him right now. Big eyes, just as curious as always, yet he can see it more playful. It made him think that you're not taking him seriously. "Does it feel good?" he kept moving his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock on your skin. It felt so soft and warm. Your whole body was warm no matter where he puts his hands on you. He couldn't give you an answer, not because he couldn't, it was more because he didn't want to. Why don't you figure it out yourself? All he can do was to grunt, hopping you'll get the message.

His grip on your thighs was so tight that it might leave a bruise. He felt like your going to run away the moment you get a chance to. So all he can do was to grab you as close as he can. Keeping your legs in place as he moves his hips.

What was first a slow pace now turned into fast and desperate thrusts. He couldn't keep his head straight, he couldn't think anymore the moment he felt like hes getting closer and closer to that sweet release he kept chasing after. He wanted to hear something from you, it was too quiet. Yet he can't ask for it, because his ego is just not letting him.

He'll eat you up. The moment he would get inside that pussy of yours he'll make sure the whole neighborhood would hear his name. "I'd fuck that mouth of yours right now if I could." he let his thoughts out. He couldn't think of a single peaceful or good word to say to you. And you didn't said anything about it and took whatever he had to say. You watched him the whole time. You can clearly see that something is wrong with him. His face, his actions are showing so. "Fuuuck." he was so so so close. He had so many things to say yet he didn't said shit because it just didn't felt like it was the right time. You weren't in the same situation as him, you weren't going through the same rollercoaster of emotions. He really wanted to flip you over, fuck you from behind as he'd just call you a slut, or any names to degradate you. You could take it, can't you? You could take this load right here right now and thanks him for it at the end, won't you? Lost in his thoughts, he finally came all over your belly. Still moving his hips just to get everything all out.

What a night, huh. He felt into the bed right next to you, tired, and just wanting to get some sleep. Wasn't it surprising tho? He fucked differently for once and now he feels like he ran a marathon. And you had the audacity to look at him with those big eyes again. Looking so sweetly and ready to take him for real this time. "You'll sleep here tonight?"

"Who knows." he would do like always, he knew the answer yet he couldn't say that he was ready to leave in this instance your room to go back to his. He waited for you to fall asleep before he finally retreated to his bedroom.

He could only imagine how you'll react tomorrow when you can't see him. He thought you'll stay in your room just like always. But no, the next day you were in that kitchen, sitting next to him so shyly. It was like you were back to the beginning. You didn't want anything more from him than just ask if everything is alright between you too. Just to make sure everything stays the way it was before. But you can't really say anything since your landlord is also there. And this makes you feel so guilty.

"Ehh. You really done it, didn't you." the white haired guy said something. That scared you, your heart almost left your body. Does he knows? Were you in trouble? "Don't worry, Y/N. Whatever happened he probably doesn't even remembers about it." the dark haired guy only smiled like he didn't know why you were acting like that. Since his friend was so clueless maybe he could tease you about it a little.

"Hmm? What have I done?" you could see your soul leaving your body. All you wanted to do is to make sure that you're relationship stays the same. But this was too much. You were on the verge of crying.

"L- let's talk about it later!" you ran from there like always. How long would it last until you'll say something? He won't say a word until you do the first step. Why? Because he liked to see you cry. He didn't thought that he would bully you, but you clearly deserve it for playing with his head.

Imagine his surprise to see you the next day in the kitchen again. If he would be the first to come out his room, now he would make sure to come as late as possible. You could go to his room and say whatever you had to say, yet you didn't. You would go in that damn kitchen all the time to interact with them. Was that small talk enough for you? Didn't you wanted more? Because if you would come to his room he promise to reward you for your courage and give you a little bit of himself. You could even choose what you wanted from him. He would be glad to hear what you had to say. That if you stop going into that kitchen and just be straight forward. In his eyes you were a coward. Yet he loved toying you the way he wants.

You sat next to him again. This time more determined than before. You took out your phone and typed a simple question in your notepad.

'Can I ask you something?' you showed him your phone screen.

He acted like he didn't see it.

'I really want to ask you something.'

Still he acted like he didn't see anything.

This was pure madness. This was getting on your nerves. You stepped on his foot to get his attention. He gasped as he looked in shock at you. The nerves. The audacity. You point to your phone again yet he keeps acting like he doesn't see anything. He even turned his face away.

"Just talk already." Gojo only rolled his eyes. "What happened anyway?"

Geto looked at you. He didn't planned on saying anything unless you said it. He just wanted to fuck with your head after all. Nothing more besides getting on your nevers. You wanted to say it so bad. The words wouldn't come out your mouth when so many eyes were on you. It didn't matter if it were only them. You can't say it. So you did the only thing you had left. Retreat. At least for the moment. You got out of there and stormed in your room. Next time it's either a win or nothing at all. You swear to get an end to this and then you can live peacefully and go on with your life.

The next day you waited in the hallway for that stubborn man to come out his room. It was a long wait, yet you stayed by his door until he finally came out. "Are we good. Yes or no?" you went straight to the point. All these days of playing around made you sick of this.

"Why don't you come in so we could talk about it?" he wanted you in his room, he will get you there.

"I just want to know that nothing changed."

"What do you mean by that?" this damn wolf.

"Like. We're the same as before, right? I just want to make sure nothing changed between us. " he had that dumb smile on his face and he kept acting like he doesn't know shit.

"Come in and lets talk." this was making you so mad. He didn't wanted to talk when you tried before but now hes willing to talk about it? He grabbed your hand and dragged you in his room, pushing you against the door as soon as he closed it. Hands in your shirt going up as his lips touched yours. Here was your reward for taking such a big step.

"You said talk." you gasped for air.

"This is also a form of talking." his cold hands made you squirm. The way he's moving his hands up and down against your skin. He wanted to go all the way up to your breasts until you heard a someone knocking on the door.

"It's me. Just wanted to make sure you two are alright." this was clearly a way to get out of there before this situation gets worse.

"Ah yes. We're fine." a hand grabbed your arm, stopping you from going further away. That damn fox just can't let you go yet.

"Can I know what happened?" you tried to not panic, but you just couldn't. Your mind was still on whatever happened earlier.

"We watched a movie and we argued about it." it was far from the truth. But you'll just go with what Geto said. You can't think of a better excuse.

"Huh?" your landlord raised and eyebrow.

"It was a good movie. Right, Y/N?" the way this man haves to drag you through mud and hell before you could have a break.

You gulped. "Indeed." you can't even find your words.

"So we can go like how it was before then." this evil man said it like you weren't the one that kept trying to make sure everything is alright.

"I should put a parental lock on that tv." your landlord only sighed and turned around going back to the kitchen. You ran from there in your room. Only wanting a break from this madness.

[f0point5]

Ideas for max destroying Elliot? Kinda want max to ask y/n something about if she’s coming back to their room that night right in front of Elliot… either that or he’s gotta show him up in terms of knowing her better. Like max knows her favorite something and Elliot doesn’t or Elliot makes them a reservation somewhere she hates and max has to like correct him or save the day by getting them into somewhere else last minute that y/n actually likes. I feel like it would be ooc for max to get mad or snap at him (at least in public) so whatever it is I hope it’s juuust petty enough to make y/n go “wait what?” For like a SPLIT SECOND before she’s like “nahh that didn’t mean anything” but to Elliot I hope it’s ego bruising and it festers.

Slightly more extreme/less realistic (but maybe more entertaining), it would be mega embarrassing for Elliot if he broke some kind of safety rule at the gp and got redbull reprimanded bc he was a guest in their garage - oh man I’d eat that shit up. Especially if Christian was the one that got involved and got annoyed at Elliot rather than max idk why but that seems so much funnier to me

On a subtler and kind of separate note, bc it’s Austin it would also be cute if max had time to take y/n to some stables to do a riding lesson while they’re there. Especially if he did that while potentially knowing that Elliot would be hoping to be the one to take up her free time….

Omg petty Max! Why do I see it so clearly in my headddd

Honestly this gave me such a good idea so I can’t say what it is in case I use it but if I don’t I’ll share a lil bit about it because I think it would be quite funny. Monstrously childish but quite funny.

[ghostingssdeadlinee]

PLATONIC ALPHABET - THE TENTH DOCTOR

AN: so sorry for being away for so long!! Hopefully this is not out of character <3

Adventures (what kind of crazy shit would you get into together?)

I mean, time and space? But especially likes places a like earth, I mean like places with cafes and parks where you can sit and chat but also tourist places, loves going on a tour just to sneak of and search the place for your own.

Bond (what kind of - platonic, obviously - relationship do you have with each other?)

Companion :3

Cuddling (do you ever cuddle? how physically affectionate are you?)

Definitely, I mean he definitely loves hugs.

All the time, sometimes for no reason.

Dance (do you ever dance together? how?)

He’s the kind of timelord too take you to a 80s club ^^

in a very 80s fashion outfit** “ready to go, doll?”

“Okey queen wannabe”

“You don’t like it?” He frowns.

“I love it, are we going to like a club??”

“Yep!-“

Enemies (were you ever enemies? Do you share the same enemies?)

You probably do, I mean, the cyber men probably tried to upgrade you, the darleks used you a leverage/just tried to kill you.

You know, the normal stuff.

Fight (how often do you fight? how do you resolve conflict?)

You probably fight about who/how he decides to safe people. Like you’d disagree if the monster of the week deserves to get killed off or relocate or if you should just let it be.

You’ll eventually get to agreement, ether that being from time sake or just something happening that makes you on the same side.

After everything’s done, even if it ends badly, he’ll give you a hug and apologize. Doesn’t matter if he was right in the end or not, he just wants too make sure you’re both on the same side.

Gain (how have you helped each other improve as people?)

I think you help him with his sadness after a adventure doesn’t go right, like if he’s really upset just giving him a hug and talking to him until he feels better would make him love you.

As for you, he helped you with whatever you need. He just wants you to be happy, so if he can help you with literally anything he’s happy too.

Help (how do they ask you for help? how do they help you when you need it?)

He ether just does it verbally or if it’s something deeper, he’ll look at you a lot until you ask.

Stares*

“… yeah? Doctor?”

“You know that time we went to that planet with the massive sunflowers?”

“Yeah?-“

“Oh-“ proceedes taking about random thing for 30 minutes.

“Point is, dolphins. Yeah, that’s my point.”

Injured/Ill (how would they act if you got hurt or sick?)

Pissed, at the thing that hurt you of course.

Like doesn’t care if you just stubbed your toe, he’s fixing whatever you stubbed it on so you can’t do that anymore.

Or if it’s like the bad guy for the adventure. Their getting trapped in a mirror asp.

And now if your just sick, he gets you the best medicine in time and space and then also the best soup, followed by cuddling.

“Doctor, you're going to get sick.”

“Oh, me? Nahh, I’ll be fineeeee”

He did get sick. And now it’s your turn to have to take care of him.

Jokes (what’s their sense of humor like? how do you joke about things together?)

Very silly and probably Sciencey humor.

Kisses (do you ever kiss? how? Kisses not on the lips count)

Forehead kisses <33

Love (how do they show you they care?)

Remember small of handed things you said, mentioned you liked a singer/band? You’re going to their concert.

Mentioned you thought something looked cool? He got you it.

Also if you say you want to go to a planet with like a no people? He’ll try and find the best place.

Meeting (how did you meet? how did you become friends?)

Probably helped him from some aliens.

Nesting (do you co-habitate at all? how?)

I mean you definitely have your own room, but he’d probably really like too sleep with you on the couch and have like a nap ^^

Oasis (is there a specific place that is “your place”? what is it?)

You probably have like an apartment from whatever place/time you’re from that you stay at whenever you don’t travel with him. And with that I really think he’d like your room. It’s just so you.

Protection (how protective are they over you?)

I mean he’ll let you wonder off and do stuff on your own, like if you want to go home for a little he’s definitely fine with that, he’s not over bearing.

But if you get hurt he’s immediately ready to fight for you.

If he has history with something/someone and they try to get near you he won’t even let them look at you.

Query (how inquisitive are they when it comes to getting to know you?)

He’s a very extroverted, but definitely won’t push you to answer something you don’t want to.

Record (what’s something you’ll never let them live down?)

Marrying “the virgin queen”

Support (how would they show their support for you? how far would that support go?)

You do art? Art room in the tardis. Will also go to see whatever artist you look up too (cough* Van Gogh cough*)

You like books? You have your own part of the library with all your favorite books. Will also take you to bookshops whenever you want new books

You like cosplay? Whole closet full of stuff and will go to cons with you (also will cosplay with you) ((I think the thought of the doctor in cosplay is amazing))

Trust (how much do they trust you? how do they show you that?)

Oh after you become his companion 100%

If you come up with a plan he’ll immediately start doing it, no questions asked, well until he’s already started.

Uplift (how do you bring each other up?)

Long speeches. Especially from him.

Vacation (do you ever travel together? what’s that like?)

… I meannnnn, that’s like all what you do.

Worry (do they worry about you? how often?)

Oh definitely. Immediately when he realizes you wondered of he starts looking for you, if he can’t find you he sends you a text message.

“Helloo where you wonder of now then?”

And if you don’t answer he’ll start to get really worried.

Only to find you have befriended the town folk and is now getting married to the queen.

Xerox (are there any traits or habits of theirs that you’ve picked up by accident?)

“Ah- welll-“

That hands in pocket thing he does.

Yahoo (what’s an inside joke you share?)

“You’re being such a darlek/cyber man/crying angel right now”

Zany (do they have a weird side onlyyou get to see? what’s it like?)

He’s Always weird but I guess more emotional side if that makes sense??