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Dave Strider, Dirk Strider

Act 6, page 7748-7756

DAVE: ok actually maybe i will get into it

DAVE: i dunno why my friends got to have adults around who cared about them

DAVE: they complained bitterly about stuff so i guess i convinced myself they were all in the same boat as me

DAVE: but thats not how it was

DAVE: their complaints were trumped up nonsense and i bought it cause... i dunno

DAVE: i didnt have any frame of reference

DAVE: but his dad and her mom no matter what they said it was so obvious they cared about them deeply

DAVE: even jades weird fuckin grandpa who died when she was young obviously would have done anything for her

DAVE: why did i get such a raw cut of the asshole deck

DAVE: and why did it take me so long to figure that out

DAVE: and like hes dead now so thats that

DAVE: so all thats left to do is look back and try to put the pieces together of my first 13 years

DAVE: and all i can think is what the fuck WAS that?!

DAVE: i dont come away with the impression i used to try convincing myself of, that he was like "mysterious" or "stern" or "aloof"

DAVE: the only feeling left is this insane impression that i was raised by somebody who fuckin HATED me

DAVE: and the whole act of even "raising a child" was some totally fucked up game to him

DAVE: like parenthood was one of the highest tiers of irony in his solemn bullshit bro-ninja code

DAVE: so he went through those motions and did whatever he thought was "funny" or "badass"

DAVE: but under that weird stylistic and totally sociopathic approach to parenting i cant even IMAGINE there was any emotion toward me other than some sort of loathing

DIRK: What...

DIRK: Did he do?

DAVE: i dont want to get out the laundry list

DAVE: but for reference laundry wasnt one of those things

DAVE: that was just one of the many little domestic things i just had to sort of FIGURE OUT

DAVE: sorta like i eventually had to learn what the REAL purpose of a refridgerator was from movies

DIRK: Wait.

DIRK: What??

DAVE: i dunno theres too much to even get into

DAVE: just

DAVE: i dont remember the atmosphere ever not being nerve wracking

DAVE: all havin to sneak around and...

DAVE: ugh my shitty childhood spider senses are tinglin just thinking about it

DAVE: it was "training" you know

DAVE: but you know what it really was it was some vicious shit that was bad and sucked and i hated it

DAVE: it didnt make me stronger

DAVE: it did the opposite

DAVE: it made me never want to fight

DAVE: it made me never want to see blood or be near danger or hear metal sounds

DAVE: it made me hate the idea of being a hero cause he was a hero and he ruined the idea of heroism

DAVE: i dont even want to be fighting this shitty version of jack but hey nobody else has secret welsh powers so i guess i have to

DIRK: ...

DAVE: what gets me is how long it took me to put all this together

DAVE: to stop seeing it as some kinda roughhousey and eccentric life i had but was otherwise normal

DAVE: it took years to deconstruct it all and put it back together to understand how fuckin mad i should be

DAVE: and in particular how stone cold deeply uncared for i was my whole life

DAVE: like... being merely "monitored" by a violent robot

DAVE: i only started getting it after spending a lot of time in person with a bunch of people who actually did care about me

DAVE: and i could start feeling like

DAVE: actually somewhat human for the first time

DAVE: instead of...

DAVE: some sort of runty afterthought to a household cabal of smutty puppets

DIRK: ... Puppets?

DAVE: the fuckin puppets!!!

DAVE: i know how it sounds but i am NOT joking and there is NO shred of doubt in my mind that he loved all those puppets more than me

DAVE: honestly it is very possible that he was just insane and thats that

DAVE: i guess it didnt help either that we lived with what we have come to understand may theoretically be the most evil doll to exist in any universe ever

DAVE: in fact its my tenuous understanding that he came down to earth with that thing and like actually grew up with it

DAVE: maybe...

DAVE: maybe spending 30 some years being unseparable from that hell puppet had some effect on him??

DAVE: maybe if it hadnt been casting a pall over our apartment 24/7 since he took me in...

DAVE: grinning...

DAVE: glaring...

DAVE: laughing in my sleep...

DAVE: maybe our lives wouldnt have been quite so...

DAVE: maybe we would have...

DAVE: ugh

DIRK: What?

DIRK: You ok there?

DAVE: .....

DAVE: yeah

DIRK: That doll.

DIRK: That was Cal, right?

DAVE: yeah

DIRK: Right.

DIRK: My version is "empty", apparently.

DIRK: Whatever that means.

DAVE: huh

DAVE: how do you know that

DIRK: A source.

DIRK: One supposedly knowledgeable in jujus.

DIRK: I never quite knew what that meant, though.

DAVE: well

DAVE: whatever his was

DAVE: "empty" is never how i would have described it

DIRK: Hmm.

DAVE: man

DAVE: i dunno if i figured something out here

DAVE: like um "explained" something or

DAVE: if im just driving myself crazy with this talk and nothing even needs explaining

DAVE: it doesnt change my past or how i feel about him

DAVE: he was still pretty much awful no matter what the reason

DAVE: and im sure thats the only feeling ill ever have about him

DAVE: so who cares why it was like that

DIRK: Yeah...

DIRK: That...

DIRK: All sounds really bad.

DIRK: I don't know what to say though.

DIRK: Maybe I shouldn't say anything.

DIRK: Since I just remind you so much of him, for, uh. Obvious reasons.

DIRK: I don't want to make you feel worse, or make it sound like I'm offering a defense.

DIRK: For him, or me.

DIRK: Because I don't have one.

DIRK: For either of us.

DAVE: come on man

DAVE: YOU didnt do anything

DAVE: this was just some douche bag with your exact dna, who happened to grow up to be my bro

DAVE: you had a completely different life full of like

DAVE: different choices and actions and stuff

DAVE: and even if you were gonna turn out like him youve barely cleared the half way mark on actually chronologically gettin there

DAVE: in some way ranting about all this is probably just uncool of me because...

DAVE: you arent him

DAVE: youre not resposible for any of this shit but im sorta implicitly tacking it on you anyway

DAVE: so

DAVE: sorry about that

DIRK: I'm not sure it's true though.

DIRK: At least, I don't feel that way.

DAVE: what way

DIRK: That I'm not him.

DIRK: The fact is, I am.

DIRK: It's something I've come to understand about myself.

DIRK: All splinters of me are basically me, no matter how much I want to resist that truth.

DIRK: Or pretend they aren't reflecting my own qualities back at me.

DIRK: I bear a certain responsibility for all of them.

DAVE: splinters...?

DIRK: Yeah.

DIRK: I guess the concept isn't that unique to me.

DIRK: We've all got other versions of ourselves running around here and there, throughout the various compartments of this messed up cosmos.

DAVE: right

DIRK: I just happen to be particularly connected to mine.

DIRK: I've felt...

DIRK: Haunted by them.

DIRK: And what that really means is, I'm perpetually haunted by my own bad qualities.

DIRK: So, when I hear about stuff I did in another reality,

DIRK: I'm not sure what my adult self might have ever tried to do to atone for that stuff, if anything...

DAVE: pretty much dick squat

DIRK: Yeah. But in any case,

DIRK: I'm sure I was completely in the wrong, and I'm sorry I messed up your life.

DAVE: ...

DAVE: thanks

DAVE: but

DAVE: it still feels a little odd accepting an apology from somebody who i just met and technically had nothing to do with my life

DAVE: even if you do feel guilty splinterways or whatever

DAVE: it is just a messed up situation

DAVE: and i guess i had to vent

DAVE: and there was never anyone i wanted to say all that to

DAVE: and the only thing that was gonna drag it out of me i guess was like a teen stand-in phantom of my dead bro

DAVE: just some perfectly innocent dude havin to take the brunt of this shit

DIRK: I'm not particularly innocent though.

DIRK: I've messed a lot of things up.

DIRK: With my friends.

DIRK: Honestly, that's why I wasn't that bent on sticking around, when I showed up.

DIRK: And pretty much jumped at the offer of flying here to get ready for some yet to be explained battle.

DIRK: Battles are easy. Just you, a sword, some bad guys... it's a lot simpler than having to answer for things you did.

DIRK: For the most part, I feel pretty bad about the role I played in my friends' lives.

DIRK: Especially Jake.

DAVE: what happened there

DIRK: I don't even know.

DIRK: An unmitigated disaster for which I'm entirely to blame.

DIRK: It's not any one thing. I think I was just a completely toxic element in his life from day one.

DIRK: I don't know what he's doing now.

DIRK: I wouldn't be surprised if he was trying to avoid me as much as possible.

DIRK: I'm sure that's for the best.

DIRK: I think I need to stay out of his business for a good while, so I don't risk poisoning another innocent kid's life.

DIRK: Like I did with you, apparently.

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: i mean

DAVE: maybe its a little different cause relations between peers is a whole other thing

DAVE: its tricky shit and youre both figuring stuff out on a relatively equal footing and youre both at the same point in your lives

DAVE: its not like when one person is older and supposed to be a lot more...

DAVE: never mind this is a fucked up thing to think about

DAVE: but the bottom line is yeah laying low while you sort out your stuff cant hurt

DIRK: Right.

DIRK: The thing with that, with my adult self's...

DIRK: Ways.

DIRK: The sad thing is,

DIRK: I can really see it.

DIRK: How someone like me can go unchecked in life, and turn out to become a much worse person than I already am.

DIRK: I guess I'm just relieved I still have some time to make sure that doesn't happen.

DAVE: you dont actually seem like a bad person to me though

DIRK: No?

DAVE: nah

DIRK: Why not?

DIRK: We did just meet, after all.

DAVE: because

DAVE: i dunno if truly bad people wrestle so much with whether theyre good or bad

DAVE: i think if i ever sensed my bro like

DAVE: struggled at all with what he was doing or who he was

DAVE: or showed any sort of doubt

DAVE: that might have changed everything

DAVE: but there was never a crack in it

DAVE: or the slightest hint of introspection behind the aggressive cooldude facade

DAVE: if there was i sure never noticed

DAVE: i mean personally

DAVE: i think about it all the time now

DAVE: what it actually means to be good or bad

DAVE: or if not something that starkly moral

DAVE: at least just trying to examine the difference between being decent and being a douche

DAVE: maybe its because of him i worry about that now

DAVE: but for me i think that internal struggle is kind of mild

DAVE: for him...

DAVE: or you i mean

DAVE: it sounds like some pretty dark shit

DAVE: like grappling with...

DAVE: becoming evil vs simply trying not to

DIRK: Yeah.

DIRK: That's not too far off.

DAVE: but the point is

DAVE: even just talkin to you a little bit

DAVE: its obvious youve been fighting with that

DAVE: which means that you care enough to put in some effort

DAVE: i think that counts for something

DIRK: Maybe.

DIRK: Not sure if I'm ready to accept a pat on the back for recognizing I have some problems, and worrying about whether they'll destroy me and fuck up the people I care about.

DIRK: That might be setting the bar kind of low.

DAVE: well when it comes to the subject of him

DAVE: the bars already pretty low dude

DIRK: The weird thing, honestly,

DIRK: Is that it's actually kind of refeshing to hear a sincerely leveled critique of all my negative qualities, coming from another person invested in a relationship with me, rather than from a fucked up iteration of myself as some bizarre "trollish" form of self abuse.

DIRK: The only thing I've ever been exposed to are either various forms of self loathing either from me or my auto-responder, or attitudes completely oblivious to my real issues, as expressed through my friends.

DIRK: My friends always seemed to cut me so much slack, or were just never aware of the kind of person I really was.

DIRK: Well, Jake probably is, by now at least.

DIRK: But he's also the sort of guy who's just as likely to blame himself for stuff I did, as he is to blame me.

DIRK: Jane and Roxy, though.

DIRK: Never seemed to see anything wrong with me.

DIRK: If anything, just the contrary.

DIRK: Roxy in particular had a certain... fixation.

DIRK: She meant well, but was so enamored of me, and seemingly everything I did.

DIRK: Which I think was the last thing I needed.

DIRK: To be idolized in some form by other people I respected.

DIRK: I had enough of that feeling coming from within, particularly when I was younger.

DIRK: And since then, I've been plagued by the insane ego of my youth in the form of an artificial intelligence I designed which essentially trapped that state of mind in a sort of horrid suspended animation.

DIRK: Until... recent developments, of course.

DAVE: so

DAVE: was that stuff true

DAVE: when you said you idolized the other version of me

DIRK: Yeah.

DAVE: and not just some bullshit like how i used to say the same thing about my bro when i didnt know any better

DIRK: It's definitely not like that.

DIRK: I never lived with him, or met him, so couldn't have anything like the contentious relationship you had with my older self.

DIRK: He was a historical figure from centuries ago.

DIRK: There was a lot to admire, and think about fondly.

DIRK: Especially since I was alone, and never had any direct contact with another person, or any concept of civilization.

DIRK: So even though I'm sure I romanticized what his life was like, and the early 21st century in general,

DIRK: It was nice to think about you.

DIRK: I passed a lot of time that way.

DAVE: you say there was a lot to admire

DAVE: like what

DIRK: Well...

DIRK: He was pretty famous.

DIRK: Made some successful movies.

DIRK: At least under a somewhat expansive definition of "success".

DIRK: And an even more expansive definition of "movie".

DIRK: His work accumulated a lot of subversive political influence, which got him in trouble later.

DIRK: He made like a million bullshit Statues of Liberty, scummed them up with jpeg artifacts, and littered them all over the planet.

DAVE: holy shit

DIRK: He was also a pretty badass swordsman, and an active member of the resistance movement.

DIRK: He slaughtered the clown presidents on the roof of the White House, and flew away on a shitty skateboard.

DIRK: Then it seems he gave the Batterwitch a pretty good run for her money.

DIRK: It wasn't enough, but at least he went down fighting.

DAVE: that

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: ima need to hear more details on this some time

DIRK: Sure.

DIRK: But as you can tell, clearly there was a lot to look up to.

DIRK: I thought about the examples you set constantly. The creative ideals, the advanced theories on irony and humor, the tales of courage and martial prowess.

DIRK: Really, I modeled everything about myself after you. Or at least everything good that I was trying to become.

DIRK: And I probably spent an embarrassing amount of time imagining what it would be like to live during his time, and to be able to have something resembling a sibling relationship, or be in some sort of master-apprentice situation.

DIRK: When I finally learned you existed, and started to understand who he really was in relation to me, that put a lot into context.

DIRK: I realized he was a version of you who got a chance to live up to his full potential.

DIRK: And when I understood there was a young version of you, in a situation sorta like mine, whose time on Earth got cut short when you were thrown into all this,

DIRK: I was at least happy to think there was some reality where you got the chance to do everything you wanted to do, be successful, and fight for all the right things.

DIRK: Even if ultimately it didn't lead to a great outcome for humanity, you had an opportunity to live a full life and show what you were made of.

DIRK: While I guess I had... the same opportunity on your world, somewhat less fortunately.

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: but then for all my bitching i guess i still never grasped your full reality

DAVE: just like you probably didnt grasp mine, but just reading into the mindset of a historical figure as best you could

DAVE: what if i wasnt as heroic as it seemed?

DAVE: what if adult me was kinda douchey too in a way you couldnt observe

DIRK: Perhaps.

DIRK: But beyond a certain point, I think accomplishments speak for themselves.

DIRK: I dunno if you can just completely shred every person who ever did great things because they had some flaws.

DIRK: All I can say is, it was important to me to see him the way I did.

DIRK: As a good person who inspired me, and set the standard for what I wanted to be.

DIRK: It kept me going.

DIRK: That said, I'm also glad there's this version of you who got to go through all the things you've been through.

DIRK: Like, yeah, you didn't get to be the cool celebrity who cuts down juggalos on badly defaced government property.

DIRK: And the idea of a "normal life" was rudely taken from you, and it's something you'll never get to experience.

DIRK: But this is so much more challenging, and uncertain.

DIRK: You get to apply all that potential you showed in one reality to something much bigger and more existentially critical.

DIRK: Whatever strength you showed in trying to save a dying planet, the fact is, I think we need that more here.

DIRK: And the trials inherent in being a part of something like this, I think they bring more out of you than a relatively pedestrian life on Earth would. Make you face more things about yourself. At least, that's been true for me.

DIRK: But it sounds like it's been true for you too.

DIRK: It sounds to me like the experiences you've had changed you a lot, for the better.

DIRK: You mentioned the experiences with him that were designed to make you stronger have actually made you weaker, but really, I doubt that's true.

DIRK: I bet you've become stronger than you realize, not because of anything he did, but because of what you've done, and the ways you've changed yourself through your own effort.

DIRK: I hope it doesn't come off as overly sentimental garbage, but it seems to me like you turned out to be a really good dude.

DIRK: Like, really, a better sort of dude I ever imagined talking to when I pictured meeting the legendary guy I idolized.

DIRK: I pictured him as probably being "too cool" to be the type of guy you are.

DIRK: But you know what, fuck being too cool for that.

DAVE: ...

DAVE: you

DAVE: ...

DAVE: you dont think im cool?

DIRK: Nah.

DIRK: I mean, in the right way, yes. I think you are.

DIRK: But, in the way that doesn't mean anything and doesn't matter,

DIRK: Not particularly.

DAVE: ...

DIRK: Anyway, that's...

DIRK: All my "stuff", with respect to your other self.

DIRK: Again, there's a lot more I could say about him.

DIRK: Maybe stuff you should know, or maybe it's all irrelevant to the path you're on now.

DIRK: Regardless, I'd be more than willing to answer any questions you have about him.

DIRK: Or, anything really.

DIRK: Feel free to ask me whatever, ok?

DAVE: ...

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: i

DAVE: ill have to think

#homestuck #dave strider #dirk strider #homestuck act 6 #page 7748 #page 7749 #page 7750 #page 7751 #page 7752 #page 7753 #page 7754 #page 7755 #page 7756 #homestuck act 6 act 6 #homestuck act 6 act 6 intermission 5

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theoldlesbianwithcats · 23 days

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@ the other anon: most lesbians i have met have mostly guy friends. maybe because i know mostly tomboy/masc lesbians but even the feminine sporty ones tend to have guy friends. most normal people have mixed friend groups where i’m from gay or straight. i had far more straight women express homophobic sentiment or disgust at me than guys and i also just meet more men through my workplace and hobbies. that’s completely normal.

also most of us have dads, brothers, uncles etc we hang with and have good relationships with. polilezzes on here are just mental

having favorite characters from media that are male is also normal if you’re normal about it. no one’s going to convince me that woman on here who salivates about how hot and attractive certain male band members are is a lesbian lol. but if your favorite character as a kid was bugs bunny or you watch a tv show and like the male main character best that’s just normal? liking a characters personality etc isn’t the same as finding them attractive.

the reason why people freak out about that on this website is because 99% of fandom bloggers here are straight women constantly pretending male characters want to fuck each other and geriatric men are ‘hot’ to them

i don’t find men pretty or attractive. i cant relate to that sentiment. they all just look basically neutral to me?

See anon, you're not alone! 😁

I had periods of my life where I mostly hung out with women, but I lost touch with all of my het and bi female friends from school. Now they're all in long-term relationships with men, have children, etc. so I don't feel like I would have a nice time if we reconnected. I tried reconnecting with my best friend from primary school years ago and she treated me in a surprisingly condescending way, unfortunately.

At work, a lot of het and bi women see male attraction as the ultimate relatable small talk and use that topic all the time. At my last job, I got along well with my female coworkers but got asked on my very first lunch break if I had a boyfriend. Otherwise, they talk about Tinder dates, boyfriends, ex-boyfriends, male celebs they find hot, etc. So by default I ended up having lunch with the male coworkers because I couldn't connect with the women and they didn't try to get to know me better...

About appearance, I think it's just that we can compare them, like we see the difference if a man is sloppy or well-dressed, if he has good posture or not, if he gives off creepy vibes... but that doesn't have any more impact than that. At most, a muscular guy can inspire me to work out more so I can have big arms too 😆

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lucy90712 · 2 years

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hey bestie idk if i requested this already but imagine u and quackity have been friends since u were young, and one day u both go on a drive around town. at the end of the night he takes you out to a view point and leads you out of the car to where ur leaning against a railing in front of the headlights ?? sorry i cant really explain that good :((( and after a bit of admiring the view he turns to his side and confesses that he’s liked you since u were kids and he wants to be ur bf and ofc u say yes

NOW IMAGINE HIS DASHCAM COUGHT THE WHOKE THING AND ON TWITTER HE SAYS SOMETHING LIKE “thinking about the fact i have a dash cam video of me telling y/n i was in love with them for the first time” JESUS CHRIST

and if someone asks about it on stream he just pretends it never happened LMAO

also this is heavily inspired by a tiktok i saw two months ago LMAO

Confessions

Why is it so nerve wracking to tell your best friend since childhood that you like that as more than that, it doesn't need to be this hard right? All those movies where they just seem to confess are so wrong I've been thinking about doing this for years and can never manage to convince myself to actually go though with whatever plan I come up with. However tonight I'm going to change this I'm determined to tell them how I feel no matter all the thoughts that keep running through my head about losing them if they don't feel the same. Everything is planned out perfectly in my head now all I have to do is execute the plan.

Finally the time came where I went to pick them up to go for a late night drive like we do all the time it has just kind of become our thing. We always used to use our late night drives to rant to each other and let go of everything we've been holding in all week which we still do occasionally now but mostly we catch up because of our busy schedules we don't talk as much as we used to. The night was really perfect today with so many stars and the moon out providing a little bit of light in the otherwise dark sky and y/n just looked so amazing even though they were only in comfy clothes but the way the light was hitting their face was just magical.

We drove through all our usual spots until we reached the place I had intended for us to stop which is somewhere I have been a few times but I've never taken y/n here and I think they will love it. We arrived to the little view point which you couldn't see much of what it showed but nonetheless I parked the car and we went to stand by the railings together looking out into the night. The moment felt so perfect just like how I had wanted it to but my nerves were staring to get the better of me so it became now or never so I went for it.

"Y/n I have something to confess" I said

"What is is? Is everything ok" they asked

"Everything is fine I just need to tell you that I've had feelings for you for a while now and I complete get if you don't feel the same I just couldn't keep them to myself any longer" I rambled

"Hey stop I have feelings for you too" they half whispered

“Wait really” I questioned

They simply nodded in response with the biggest smile on their face which only made my smile impossibly bigger.

“Well then will you be my partner?” He asked

“Of course I will” they replied

We stood at the railings a while longer with my arms around their waist just really soaking up the time we had together before morning came and life commenced as normal and once again we rush around like headless chickens trying to get everything done but now we can do that knowing we have each other to keep each other company and make life that little bit more enjoyable.

~~~~~~~~~~

It’s been a few days since that night and I’ve been so much happier which my stream chat have noticed the difference and I can’t help but want to tell people about y/n because they just make me so happy and I think its been pretty obvious to everyone but each other that we’ve had these feelings a long time. I decided to give in and with y/n’s permission i decided to send out a very cryptic tweet to my private twitter just to get it out my system and then never bring it up again.

Quackitytheduck: thinking about the fact I have a dash cam video of me telling y/n I was in love with them

Stupidly I decided to stream after putting out the tweet and the chat was asking so many questions which I guess is completely on me but it felt so good to tell people even if I wasn’t going to confirm anything or even bring it up again until we were ready but a small part of me was happy that people were excited about me finally having someone to love.

#quackity x reader #quackity #quackityhq #quackityhq x reader #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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I just had an idea plaguing me involving sensory deprivation, what if just Dream goes hard on jumping on lava too much, Warden just blockades that lava with obsidian, it goes on for months, and when they discovered that its far too long, Dream has long broken anything he can break despite the mining fatigue, there's no light, just a perfect square box of obsidian and one block of water, they find the one they trapped in soltitude either in the corner farthest from the water, or in the water, Dream being too deprived of anything other than the heat of the blocks or too used in the wetness of the pool that is often in near boiling temps.

(If its alright can I go for anon XP?)

RIGHT,, the cell is such a terrible place i cant imagine that staying somewhere like that would be good for ANYONE for extended periods of time ,, on top of the already abysmal human interaction that place. is such a hellhole. (and sure thing XP!)

i kinda took this in a completely different (and fluffier) direction, but yeah !! post-prison c!dream is gonna have a lot to work through LMAO

tw: sensory overload, mentioned injuries (aftermath of torture), panic attacks, sensory deprivation and self-destruction in ask

“Shit!”

Techno watches quietly as Dream stumbles into the couch (again) and bursts into a flurry of curses (again). Ever since leaving the prison, Dream’s been improving substantially, had grown strong enough to start moving outside of his room a week or so back, and his injuries seem to be manageable enough today for the other man to actually walk around instead of staying in bed the entire day. By all means, it should be a decent day; Dream groans, again, flopping onto the couch and immediately burying his hands in his hair, which seems to be as good of a sign as any that it isn’t one.

“Hey, nerd,” Techno walks over, not missing the way Dream flinches at the sound of his voice, burying his head further into the cushions of the couch he’s lying on. “What’s up?”

“The sky,” Dream mutters, sounding murderous, and Techno reevaluates again. If his rival is feeling good enough to snark, then he’s probably not doing too bad.

“That’s the oldest reply in the book to that question, you know,” he drawls, deadpan, as he goes to get some breakfast for himself and a glass of water, at least, for his disgruntled guest, “I’m almost disappointed.”

“Sorry if I’m a bit rusty. It’s hardly like there was any way to practice socializing in the prison,” Dream huffs, annoyance coloring his words. “I’d hardly consider Quackity a good conversation partner.”

“Fair enough.” He reaches for the pitcher, filling the glass halfway with water and grabbing a straw from counter to place in the cup. Dream groans again, ignoring him as he puts the glass down on the table at the end of the couch. He makes no move towards it, and Techno watches him for a few seconds, trying to decide whether or not the concern is worth it. Babyrage, Chat states sagely, and Techno shakes his head. Probably not.

“You should probably drink some water,” Techno says before leaving to go train, because he’s a decent person and wants to help even if he has no idea how to handle the pile of person lying unresponsive on his couch at the minute, grumbling to himself and completely ignorant of everything outside of his own little bubble, “I’m going to go out and train for a bit.”

Unfortunately, when he comes back, the water is still full and Dream’s still lying on the couch, though he’s moved slightly from the morning. Where he’d been relatively splayed out earlier, legs straight and arms in front of him much like a stretching cat, he’s all hunched up into a ball now, arms crossed over the back of his head and knees tucked under his chest. Techno’s half convinced that the other is sleeping, but the sound of the door closing has him curling even more into himself with a full-body flinch that has him hesitating in the middle of hanging his cloak up. Chat yells at him, not making his life any easier

babyrage?

Dream crying?

is he okay?

E E E E

“Dream?” Dream jerks back, again at his words, arms pressing tighter over his head, and Techno frowns at the clear negative reaction. Yeah, Dream has times where he’d be panicking too hard to realize that the person calling for him is an ally and not an enemy, but this doesn’t look exactly like a panic attack, or anything he’s seen from the other man before. He looks more - frustrated, almost, but not exactly, something more desperate clinging to the ways he moves and the curl of his spine as he huddles into himself on the couch. Chat, as it usually does when he’s faced with any problem that can’t be immediately solved with a sword, goes to its only other option.

call phil

Phil !!

dadza

philza Pog

“Quiet, Chat,” he mutters to himself, frowning when Dream seizes, again, at the sound. “Fine. We’ll call Phil.”

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Phil enters the house with a relatively bemused expression, one of his crows perched, self-satisfied, on the top of his hat, and Techno winces around Chat’s usual overenthusiastic greeting as Phil and his crows ease themselves into the hallway. His eyes flick to Dream, who has yet to move from his ball on the couch, and Phil’s gaze follows his own.

“He alright, mate?” Phil frowns, and Techno’s hand raises to the back of his neck sheepishly.

“He seems fine, physically, but he’s been on the couch all day,” he shrugs. “It’s pretty normal for the nerd, but he seems a little- more out of it, than normal, and Chat recommended calling you, and-” he falters, flailing his arms in a helpless attempt to explain. “Yeah.”

Phil, being Phil (and by that, he means being the best person on this entire hell of a server), takes his explanation with little questioning and moves towards the unmoving lump on the couch, leaving Techno to trail awkwardly behind, surrounded on all sides by a flurry of black feathers. Dream hardly moves on the couch, making some sort of strangled noise that could be a “Hi Phil” and could just be a low groan. Phil watches him with a quizzical look for a few seconds before looking up at Techno.

“Techno, can you close the blinds for a second? I want to try something.”

“Uh,” Techno shrugs, going to the windows. Anything for Phil, Chat chants, and well, he’s not exactly going to disagree. “Sure.”

A few minutes later, the windows are all closed, the smallest slivers of light shining through the closed curtains and into the otherwise dark room. On the couch, Dream visibly loosens, just a little, and Phil smiles.

“That’s what I thought.” Phil turns back to Dream, pitching his voice low. “That better, mate?”

Dream makes another incomprehensible sound, but this one sounds much more agreeable and less like the other man is on the verge of murdering someone, and Techno’s kind of floundering, but who’s to judge? Phil! Chat chants again, philza Pog and here, at least, their sentiments match his own. Phil is just magic, sometimes. It happens.

Phil laughs, low and soft, looking over at him from the corner of his eye.

“I think it was just too loud for him, mate,” he says, guiding them out of the room into the hallway, and Techno’s confusion must show on his face because Phil’s hands move in front of him, gesturing vaguely as he explains. “I doubt the cell had a lot of- sights, or sounds, and he was stuck in there for a while. Everything out here is so different- his brain must’ve just shorted out. Overloaded.”

Overload- sensory overload- oh. That makes…a lot more sense.

Chat immediately starts screaming, and Techno grumbles, feeling a headache of his own creeping up from the back of his skull. “Quiet, Chat, you guys weren’t all that helpful either,” Phil laughs again, used to his tirades against Chat, and fondness swells in his chest even as he focuses on the crowds spamming E and not pog in his head again. “And to be fair, sensory overload looks way different from the outside compared to when you’re the one going through it.”

Even through the usual annoyance at Chat, Techno feels for Dream - overload is annoyingly common phenomenon for him, between the mess that makes up Chat and his usual mess of a brain, and he sympathizes with the days where his skull feels too small for his brain and everything is edging on the side of too loud and too bright. He feels a little dumb for not realizing it earlier, and Chat’s repeated calls of L are hardly making him feel better, but oh well. As long as there isn’t anything seriously wrong with the nerd.

He’ll have to look into some ear muffs or something in the meantime.

#tw sensory overload #tw injuries #tw torture #tw panic attack #tw sensory deprivation #tw self destruction #-> my writing #-> my asks #XP :D #my writing :D #my asks !!#prison arc #pandora's vault

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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okay now i literally cannot stop thinking about it and its unhealthy. but like imagine if you were the one jerking Grayson off late at night in the living room and you didn’t hear Ethan coming in until you saw the flash of his camera. and when he was like “what the hell are you two doing?? go to bed” and you’re like “we’re just talking, E. jesus christ” meanwhile your hand is wrapped around Grayson’s dick under the blankets 🥴🥴

{you’re gonna be the death of me you really are.}

being bestfriends with the dolan twins had it perks. excluding the endless amount of people who shipped you and one certain extremely good looking, i could fuck you right here right now twin, you were one of the very few lucky people who made a permanent home in their life. you couldn't ever imagine yourself without them- without grayson.

it was like the millions of public eyes knew you had a much deeper, closer bond with the younger twin of the two. you were like two peas in a pod, whenever there was grayson, there was you. whenever there was you, you could pretty much bet your life that grayson wasnt more than a few steps behind. you were attached at the hip, an unbreakable bond that held a little twist.

you were both undeniable in love with each other.

however, your feelings remained under wraps as you were both too frightened to expose yourself and risk the chance of ruining a life long friendship. so of course, to deal with the heartbreak of not being with the one person who you were truly destined to be with, you both had multiple, time wasting ‘relationship’. more so hookups as grayson could never and will never love somebody as much as he loved you.

“wait wait wait. so you’re telling me, she never went down on you? not once?”

it was baring on 3am, the sky fell to a dark blue haze to reveal the stars, you crossed your legs on the sofa to get a more comfortable look at your own. the star in front of you otherwise known as grayson dolan. he shone brighter than any.

you kept your voice at a hushed whisper as you were being mindful of the other, cranker dolan who was completely unaware that you were both still awake and fully invested in each other. your tone held a sense of playfulness, as did your eyes at the way grayson caught you up to speed on his latest hook up.

ebony. her name left a sour taste in your mouth. your heart shattering any ounce of hope you had, as you listened to the man you loved relay all the details of a night he wished to forget. but you were his best friend and he told you everything, no matter how personal or how much it hurt to do so.

however, when hearing that ebnoy reufsed to please grayson in a way you often dreamed about, you were shocked. stunned. flabogasted. how could you ever say no to touching, feeling, tasting the dick of such a god.

“nope. not even a hand.” grayson shifted in his seat at the mention of the topic you had taken a strong liking to.

“a finger?”

“nothing.”

“i would never say no if that was me.” the words leave your lips before you even had the chance to process them. your eyes going wide as grayson choked on his own spit and tried to convince himself he heard you wrong. even though he heard you loud and clear.

you both stare at each other in an awkward silence you had yet to experience in your many years of friendship. your eyes communicating, your bodies naturally leaning closer to each other and grayson’s begging to be touched. he wanted this as much as you.

“think you can do better?” grayson challenged you, back to his normal self without the shift in atmosphere. he proceeded to hide his crotch with a blanket once he reached his arm out and beckoned you over to his side. he couldn't resit taking a deep inhale of your scent when you got close enough for him to do so.

you respond by holding your hand in front of his mouth and demanding him to spit. using his own saliva as lubrication to get him off and prove you were the better woman for him.

“try and stay quiet for me daddy, cant have ethan finding out our little secret,” you wink before finally giving grayson what he wanted and dipping your hand into the waist band of his pants. you palm his cock for a free seconds, sizing him up with your hand and smirking in victory at the low grunt he lets out from a minimal touch.

you had him right where you wanted him, in the palm of your hands- literally.

“bigger than you can handle, angel?” grayson sends a cocky smirk your way when he felt your movements halt. sure you were slightly intimidated by his piece, but you were more concerned about not ruining what might be the only chance you had to see grayson on such an intimate level.

you wanted to savour every moment.

wrapping your smaller hand around his throbbing member, you run your thumb teasingly over the tip of his dick. applying a slight amount of pressure that had him spilling pree cum onto your fingers and causing his head to be thrown back in pleasure.

at the feeling of your hands gripping him entirely, wrapping perfectly around his length and stroking him at a pace grayson could only describe as heavenly, he whimpered your name.

“am i doing ok?” your eyes innocently bore into his. your hand squeezing around him before continuing your motions up and down, feeling every vein, every pulse, every throb. grayson reaches his hand down to grip onto your wrist, his eyes screwing shut as he helped guide your movements. your hands slow and tight and teasing.

“so good baby. fuck i love the feeling of your hands around me,” he replied, groaning.

you continue to pump him faster after his praise. a sense of pride feeling your body as it encouraged you to feel him release in your hand. desperately wanting to make him feel good. you’re so caught up in the feeling of grayson that you fail to notice the new source of light at the end of the hall.

your focus entirely on the way your hands glide effortlessly along his shaft, pumping him at a much faster pace when you feel him twitch. his hips subconsciously bucking into you as he moaned the anglic sound of you name.

“what the hell are you two doing? go to bed” you were startled by a half asleep ethan. both you and grayson jumping at the sudden interruption, yet no matter how hard grayson tried to distance his body from yours, you continued to pump.

pulling the blanket higher up his body, trying to distract ethans wondering eyes away from what was happening underneath, grayson chokes out. “bro-”.

“we’re just talking, e. jesus christ,” you offer him a believable giggle, a smile so innocent it had grayson sending you a death glare into the side of your head. your hands gripping around him and pumping harder at the frill and excitement of being caught. it made you more determined to get grayson to cum whilst he brother watches on obviously.

you watch in amusement as grayson bites down on his lip to hold back his moans. he was so close, so ready to explode and shower you in his cum, he knew you weren’t going to let him have it that easy. grayson’s chest puffs out, his hand holding a tighter grip on your wrist as you work quicker on his hard cock, flicking your wrist at a pace he had never felt before. grayson looked as breathtaking as ever trying not to give himself up.

“whatever, you two are perfect for each other I swear,” ethan has no energy left in him to even fight with the pair of you. he’s far to tired and in need of some hydration that he’s dragging himself to the kitchen without sparing a devilish you and a panting grayson a second glance.

the minute ethan is out of sight, out of mind, grayson’s gives you no warning and realises into your warm, addicting hand. “oh fuck- yes yes, fuck,” his voice raspy, soon fading into soft whimpers as you continue to fuck him through his orgasm.

“such a naughty boy, cuming all over yourself knowing your brother is in the next room.” your knuckles are turning white from how hard you’re gripping him as he humps your hand.

“so-so good.” he gasps. his eyes screwed shut as he empties himself dry. the way he was moaning and shaking beneath you, went straight to your core. making you clench your thighs together to tru and relieve some tension.

a few more pumps and grayson is done for. the feeling of your fist holding him became sensitive, yet the way his eyes darken and his hand reached for your neck, you knew the night was far from over.

“you’re in for it now, sweetheart, and i don’t give a fuck if ethan hears you.”

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theaspen · 2 years

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The girl next door.

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TW: knives, blood, suicide, obsessive behaviour.

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Guilt.

That was the first thing that comes to my mind whenever I think of him.

Satisfaction.

That was the second thing that comes to my mind when I think of my life in general.

However, these days my body has forgotten what satisfaction was, my entire mind, soul and vision was drowning in guilt, filling my sinuses with unexplainable thoughts and feelings. I've never been good at dealing with my feelings but 5 years were supposed to be enough for me to forget about the things I left behind.

Theres a reason why I left the town five years ago. Why I wanted to begin new. I thought running away would be enough for the wounds in my body to stitch itself back up. Simply ignoring and running away I could pretend that the scars never existed, and they were simply the tiny inconvenient things that could be dealt with later if I kept moving on.

However, just one person was enough for me to revive it all back. The scars simply opened themselves back bleeding from every surface like a bandage being ripped open harshly desperate to be exposed to the atmosphere after being covered for so long.

Hoseok moved his hands infront of my face waving again and again trying to get me back to the real world from my train of thoughts.

"Hey hey June you okay?" He asked, a bit freaked out from me blanking out.

Slowly taking deep breaths I tried to give a convincing smile, my teeth gritting.

"Ya, I'm good. What were you saying?"

Hoseok looked a bit uncomfortable but continued, "It's just....been such a long time since we met, how are you?"

He looked at me with a bright smile, but I could see from his subtle eyes and his smile that didn't quite reach his eyes that he was just as upset seeing me as I was with him. But as usual I pretend not to notice his demeanour.

"Well," I stopped, thinking for a second while fiddling with my fingers, "Im as good as I can be."

"I'm glad."

There was a small pregnant pause between us, my hands fidgeted even more as I physically stopped myself from biting my nails.

"Is that it then?" I murmured, Hoseok looked a bit shocked and I could see the flash of hurt on his face, just as I was about to leave he grabbed my wrist making me face him.

I would have shaken myself from his hold, but my body stopped itself partly from surprise at the sight of fat tears rolling down his face.

He let go of my hand but I could see his body trembling a bit. I cast my eyes downwards trying not to be effected, but dammit he made it hard with the crying.

"Please June, its...its been so long, its been hard....its been hard pretending like everything is okay. Can we all meet again?"

I turned away from his face, I cant be caught into this shit again. I promised myself I wouldn't look back and a few tears couldn't convince me otherwise.

But Hoseok that sly bastard, knew my one weak point, he always knew just how to make me stop in my tracks and come back running.

"Jimin wants to see you."

My fingers froze, hovering over the handle of the door. My heart and brain telling me two different things. Dammit, it's been 5 fucking years all I've wanted to do is run away but how did i end up with Hoseok's number on my phone and a group chat with the four people I wanted to leave?

Furthermore what the fuck was going on in my head when I accepted to decesion to meet them in the same town for a happy little "childhood reunion" as Hoseok phrased it.

It was pathetic how all of us just pretended that nothing happened. A silly little reunion and silly little talks and we could all be normal.

I wondered how the others agreed to this. Surely I wasnt the only one eager to get out. Smoothening my skirt I looked at Lily , my childhood bestfriend sitting on the opposite side, and looking just as nervous and twitchy as I was. I suspected Hoseok had used the same tactic of emotional blackmail to drag all of us here. But after an exchange of hellos amd how are you the air between us turned awkward again as we waited desperately for someone to come and fill in the silence.

Our heads whipped around at the sound of the bell ringing as two people entered the cafe we were sitting in. This time Hoseok had a genuine smile on his face but with the person next to him, I couldn't keep my eyes too long on his face.

Jimin and I locked eyes with each other silently observing. He looked just the same as he did five years ago. His hair just seemed a bit more shabbier and his face didn't have the same glow it did anymore. Forcefully turning my face back front he sat down next to Lily as Hoseok sat down next to me.

To my utter surprise the silence didn't last for long. Soon all of us were laughing reminiscing old memories. And for a while it was nice to forget the troubles of life and the horrors that went down amd ingrained itself into our souls.

One thing turned to other and soon we all were huddles up in a local bar sorrounded by the noisy masses of drunk amd sweaty people. None of it mattered with the alcohol running through my veins , infact the close contact and the loud noise was something I welcomed after years of being sorrounded by silence.

Hoseok was dancing wildly as Lily laughed at him. My body shook with the kind of feeling that I though I turned numb to, momentarily allowing myself to live again.

A cold hand grabbed my wrist and I protested but stopped seeing it was Jimin who was now leading me outside.

Unable to contain myself I raised myself up to his eyes kissing his lips feverishly. He hesitated just for a second and kissed me back running his hands through my messy hair. It wasnt long before we ended up in his apartment with a series of groans and tripping over feet im our drunken haze.

"Wait." Jimin breathed out, pushing me off him.

I tilted my head a bit in confusion at his sudden lack of eagerness.

"Promise me you won't leave me again?

And just like that , all the walls that were put up amd glued together were broked down in an instant,

"Jimin- you know-you know , I cant-" I whispered tears streaming down myself, my senses returning back.

"June please, its been so hard. I deserve a chance dont i? You just left... right when I needed you the most. It was hard...I thought you out of everyone would understand.

I shook my head, my body now racking with sobs as he tried to meet my eyes.

I need to leave

The bed squeaked at the removal of my weight, I wanted to do nothing more then to just run away before the past could crush me back into the hole that I had just escaped.

But Jimin wasn't having it. He grabbed my wrist tightly forcing me to crash into the bed again.

"JUNE STOP ACTING SO FUCKING OBLIVIOUS I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THE NIGHT MY PARENTS DIED!"

My body stopped by itself, frozen in his hold that I was trying to escape. No, it couldn't be, he doesn't know about it, there's no way he could.

I looked up trembling to meet his eyes still processing his words. I could see his lower lip trembling and his breath hitching every second, but his eyes held fire beneath them. Scrunched up in both dissapoinment and fear.

"I know what happened june I'm not a fucking idiot, I saw you that day I saw everything."

5 YEARS AGO

"That wasn't what i fucking meant and you know that!"

The young boy sat silently in the midst of the woods, his body covered by thick canopy of branches and leaves effectively keeping him hidden from being discovered.

He didn't want his parents to know that he was watching them fight. But then again even if they did find him would they really care?

He observed their odd place to argue, usually they had no problem creating a scene in public so why did they come here, near a cliff to do what they always do?

Getting bored of his parents antics , he turned around to observe his sorrounding. He really had just followed his parents but now he realised he was lost. He scanned the place around him, his sharp eyes suddenly catching the view of something he could have easily missed but he didn't.

A girl standing in the corner of the woods, silently watching the scene unfold in front of her. But that wasn't just any girl, that was his girl. That was June. Confused he went to call her out but a sudden ear splitting scream stopped him.

His mom. His only mother dangling beneath a cliff, on a weak branch. The open ground beneath her feet, one slip and she'll die. She screamed once again loud enough for him to slip and fall down.

Jimin's father was just as franctic, his vein pulsing visibly on his neck as he screamed and cried desperately for help. His hands struggling to reach his wife's hold to get her back up. Jimin should have called,for help. He should have helped her. But why out of everything did he feel excited? Relieved?.

And why did he feel immense pride when he saw June walk up hesitantly and push his father off the cliff as well?

....

"You knew and you didn't tell me?" I whispered.

Jimin smiled sickly , his eyes wide as he watched me finally connect the dots.

"Why didn't you-why didnt you stop me from doing that?"

His crazy smile melted into a frown, "June you know why I didn't stop you. I wanted them dead for s long time.

And the thing is I did know that. Jimin had complained to me s thousand times, constantly wishing his parents would be removed from his life. But that wasn't why I killed his parents.

I didn't kill his parents so Jimin could live a better life. I killed them because i wanted to avenge my parents death.

An year before Jimin's parents died, I had watched my best friend, my first love and my soulmate silently creep into my house where my parents were sleeping. I had simply sneaked after him, skipping happily thinking he wanted to scare me and wondering how funny it would be if i scared him instead.

I never found out if he would be scared or not. Because I had watched Jimin strike a match and set the tiny house we lived in on fire.

Too alarmed to reliase what happened I quickly fled to avoid getting hurt and watched Conan jump out through the window as well.

Amd for one entire year, I didn't tell a single thing to the cops about what I saw. I didn't tell Jimin that I knew what he did. So when I finally saw the chance to relieve the pain Jimin inflicted on me by killing his parents, I grabbed the opportunity and inflicted the same damage he had done on me.

Horrified by my actions, I had left the place the very next day, changed my number and my last name and any way any of them could contact me.

All this time....I hadn't really done anything, if anything I did Jimin a favour by pushing his parents and i told him so.

Jimin grabbed my face with his hand making me face him as he laughed crazily, I squealed and thrashed to get off but he just held me tighter against him, my nails scratched his arms and drew blood but he still wouldn't let me leave.

"June,June you know I did it for the best right? Hmm? I killed your no good sorry excuse of parents because I cared about you."

He momentarily paused his actions to watch my face. His hands were near my throat, and what was meant to be a loving gesture to him was choking me as my eyes burned struggling to breath.

He hardly focused, his eyes darting everywhere but not leaving his hold on me for a second.

"June your back now, we cam finally get to live together right? We cam forget about everyone what do you say? I'll do anything for you."

"Your fucking crazy."

And with that I gave one final attempt at making him leave me. I lifted my legs up with all my strength, his momentary surprise giving me just enough time to elbow him in the face and remove the knife that was hidden underneath my shirt.

I got up and tackled him on the ground, holding him in place with my hips , with the pointy edge of the weapon dangerously close to the pulse on his neck.

"One fucking move Jimin and I'll slit open your throat right now."

"Oh sweetheart, you know you cant do that."

My sweet success was short lived as Jimin single handedly took my hands and flipped me so I was underneath his hold instead. Holding my squirming body with his legs he opened his drawer and took out a knife of his own.

My heart thundered loudly, too rushed and too fast to react. My scream has died silently on my throat leaving it dry and scratchy . I didn't even have the time to process the fact that I could die, before I took the knife and held it against my wrist.

Jimin paused his actions, looking at me with shock.

"June... what are you doing? We don't have to do this June. We can forget about it and live together. None of us have to know. It will be our little secret."

"And you know what you can do Jimin? You can go fuck yourself."

And with that I took my knife, ready to cut my wrist off. Jimin screamed and went forward to stop me. With his body angling towards me, I grabbed his hand from my free arm, and twisted his own knife upwards towards his chests. Pushing myself up so that his body would get closer I heard his throttled scream escape as his own knife impaled his body.

Jimin looked at me in shock, his bright blue shirt slowly but steadily getting stained with crimson red. The blood was pooling beneath him and i could sense the thick liquid reaching my jeans as I quickly reliased that he was still on top of me. My body still didn't faze at the blood pooling in his mouth and sputtering out.

His hazel eyes looked back at me one last time, filled with sadness and dissapointment, till he whispered, "how could you?" And with a shuddering breath, his body fell on the ground with a heavy thud. The blood now flowing so much that it creeped out from under the door and reaching the hallways.

Only then did I allow myself to react. Only then did I allow myself to think about what I did amd cry so hard anyone from miles away could hear me. Only then did I allow myself to get up and reach towards Conan's body.

Crouching to meet his face, I took my fingers and closed his eyes. Laying a gentle kiss on his forehead which had a thin layer of sweat, I removed the knife from his chest with slight difficulty, the action causing more blood to gush out.

Facing the edge of the knife towards my chest. I finally allow myself to die.

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A/N: yeehaw. Again please ask if u have any requests or anything like that I wud love some pointers or interaction. Thanks for reading mwahhh 💋💋💋

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early2000smovieimagines · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating Viktor Krum

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You and Viktor meet when the two competing schools arrive at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament.

- Obviously, you first saw him as you were huddled with your friends during the feast. They whispered eagerly in your ear about him as he marched into the hall and continued to make comments throughout the night. You weren’t nearly as impressed as you probably should have been; though you never were all that into quidditch.

- Viktor first spots you as you’re making your way to class and later as you’re sitting in the courtyard or somewhere similar. He obviously immediately notices that you’re quite pretty but he takes particular interest in you due to the fact that you don’t take particular interest in him.

- There you are, paying him no mind and going about your day as though he’s just some random boy at school. You’re not following him around, giggling and whispering with your friends or otherwise fawning over him. You’re treating him like he’s a normal person; far different from everyone else so far. You’re something he has to work to catch. …You’re his golden snitch.

- Always going where he knows you’ll be, he’ll follow you around as unsuspiciously as possible; oftentimes accompanied by a gaggle of girls who watch him. He usually pretends to be doing things; especially when you look over at him, scribbling wiggles across a piece of parchment or holding a book up; sometimes upside down, as he watches you.

- Each day, he visits your usual hangout spots with the intention of talking to you, but he never actually works up the nerve to do so.

- In the mean time, there’s these moments where the two of you make eye contact and you swear that he has to be interested in you. At first, you have those thoughts with a bit of denial and doubt mixed in but soon enough, even you can’t say that he isn’t.

- He first talks to you when asking you to the ball; which would be a long time coming considering how much time he spent lingering around you.

- He approaches you when you’re both alone, saying your name to get your attention; though he says it like it’s a question since he doesn’t want to seem like he knows your name without having ever spoken to you. You say a somewhat shy “hello” in response and he asks if you’d do the honor of accompanying him to the ball which you obviously agree to.

- When you agree, he gives you a small smile and motions if it’s okay for him to sit down, his heart skipping a beat as you hurriedly move some stuff to give him space. You don't talk all that much but he watches you quite a bit, admiring your features while you’re distracted.

- Rumors may or may not spread before then but they certainly do when you arrive at the ball, holding his hand and dancing with him, having the time of your life. He opens up to you that night, acting far different than what you’d assumed he’d be like.

- The night ends with him walking you to your dorm, giving you a kiss on the hand and saying that he had a “vonderful time.”. You went to bed that night, eager for the morning to come and for you to see the boy once more.

- All was well, except ...an unexpected side-effect of your newfound relationship was that you were chosen by the tournament judges to be his black lake hostage. So, one second you were going about your day, the next you were spluttering and gasping as you reached the surface of the deep waters.

- The two of you catch your breath for a moment before he wraps an arm around you and guides you back to the shore.

- Once you’re back on dry land, he confesses to you that he’s never felt “this way” about a girl before, causing your cheeks to get hot enough that you figured the water would steam right off your skin. Like the gentleman and softie that he is, he keeps asking if you’re okay and checking you over, standing protectively at your side until he’s called over for the final results of the game.

- For your “first” date, you take him to Hogsmeade for the first time and show him around the little village. People obviously stare which initially bothers him, but he soon pays them no mind, focusing solely on you and enjoying your company, living out the thing he’d dreamed of since the moment he saw you.

- When it’s time for him to return to Bulgaria, he gives you a private goodbye, a handwritten letter and an invitation for you to come stay with him over the summer. You can only pray that your parents will let you, giving him a smile as he blows you one last kiss before getting lost in the crowd of students.

- As luck would have it, your parents did let you visit him and you spent a wonderful week in his guest bedroom, having the time of your life with your Bulgarian boyfriend. It was like something out of a dream.

- The two of you share your first kiss about three or so days after you arrived there. He was standing in “your” room, sort of lingering after the two of you finished exchanging goodnights; as though he was debating something in his head.

- You asked if he was alright and he somewhat snapped out of it, meeting your eyes and nodding. He said goodnight again and turned towards the door before he finally turned back around and walked up to you, taking your face in his hands and leaning in, hesitating for a moment longer before his lips gently met yours.

- When he finally pulled away, he did so slowly, your lips still tingling as his own pressed against your forehead, murmuring a goodnight against your skin and giving your arm a squeeze right before he finally left the room for good. You went to bed that night happier than you’d ever been and feeling absolutely smitten.

- The seeker officially had your heart in his hands, …and you had a feeling that you’d had his in yours for even longer.

- Viktor's a physical being, he loves touching, holding, and showing you off so there’s quite a bit of pda in your relationship. If he isn’t actually touching you then rest assured, he’s standing protectively at your side and paying close attention to you; oftentimes as though there’s no one else around you.

- Handholding. He has a particular fondness for holding your hand, playing with your fingers or pressing kisses to your knuckles, sometimes just comparing how much bigger his are compared to yours.

- Soft hugs. He’s a big softie when it comes to you and just loves feeling your arms wrapped around him.

- Hand kisses. He’s quite fond of them.

- Kisses on any part of your face that he feels like in the moment.

- You may or may not have to ask him for a kiss whenever you want one considering how much taller than you he probably is. He always gives you the sweetest little smile whenever you do.

- Soft kisses. He’s usually pretty gentle and sweet with you no matter what you’re doing.

- Leaning your head on his shoulder whenever you’re standing or sitting together.

- The two of you usually cuddle with you nearly laying on top of him, your legs tangled together and his arms wrapped around you. Sometimes his hands will drift to your hair and begin to play with it as you’re doing so, lulling you to sleep if you weren't already.

- Viktor likes you for you, even if you cant understand why. Your appearance is irrelevant to him, he fell in love with your personality and interests before anything else.

- Writing to each other during the school year.

- Visiting each other during summer and your school breaks.

- Getting spoken to in Bulgarian and occasionally giggling fondly as he messes up English words/names in some adorable way. He doesn’t mind when you “laugh at him” since he loves seeing your smile, and because he thinks it’s cute when you tease him.

- Considering it’s his first language, he usually calls you some Bulgarian term of endearment, things like lyubima or dushichka, or just your name; probably mispronounced if it’s not easy.

- Helping him with his English and showing him non-Bulgarian things.

- Your boyfriends a pure blood who goes to a school that only admits purebloods so I’d say that he’s probably clueless when it comes to muggle stuff. So if you’re partially muggle then you have a lot of stuff that you can show him. He also has a bit of stuff that he can show you as well, things most non-purebloods don't know about.

- Checking him over and staying with him after his matches. He always tries to insist that he’s fine, even when he’s spitting out blood that’s coming from his own nose and struggling to look up at you through a black eye.

- Kissing bruises and tracing scars. He’s always got a fresh set of black and blues after each of his games.

- Getting taught how to play Quidditch and/or fly like him, you’ll probably have to convince him to teach you how to fly though.

- Following his games.

- Practically always having a a ticket to his matches. He’s very fond of seeing you out in the stands or meeting up with you after the game, pressing a kiss to your temple before he heads off to the showers.

- Always having bragging rights because your dating Viktor fucking Krum. You usually try not to exercise the ability too much, though your friends/family might do it for you.

- Despite the fact that he’s incredibly skilled on a broomstick, something tells me that he isn’t the most graceful when he’s on the ground. He’s occasionally like a bull in a china shop, clumsily knocking things over; though he does manage to catch them given his set of skills, and/or tripping over things.

- Viktor has a naturally grumpy face and disposition but you can almost always tell the minute he spots you because of the way he straightens up, his face softening and his lips subtly quirking up. Its really quite sweet to watch.

- He’s usually pretty taciturn and silent with people but you’re one of the few that he speaks enthusiastically to. The two of you can have long conversations with each other about anything and everything; despite the slight language barrier.

- He watches you a lot, even when you’re doing the most mundane things possible. He just thinks you’re really pretty and is absolutely smitten with you.

- He’s used to people praising him but every once in a while, you’ll give him some sort of compliment and he’ll get a little shy because of it. You always find it funny, watching him try to suppress his smile, scratching the back of his neck and trying to humbly brush off your words. Its cute.

- Being picked up and spun around, particularly in hugs and especially after you haven’t seen each other for a while.

- Going with him on his walks and watching him train. He likes having you walk beside him in the afternoon/morning so that the two of you can talk while he stretches.

- Playing in the snow together. He rarely gets cold so he’ll constantly be giving you his hat and similar things when you mention how chilly it is.

- Dates at tourist attractions and his favorite Bulgarian places. They’re usually cozy, somewhat private areas that the two of you can enjoy each others company in.

- Taking long walks. It’s where you do a lot of your talking; oftentimes finding somewhere or something to do along the way or just continuing to roam around and enjoy each other’s company.

- Going swimming or rowing or maybe ice skating together, depending on the time of year; even though he probably swims in freezing water for fun.

- Hot springs and mountain climbing. He likes impressing you with his country and the different things that you can do there.

- Candle and firelit days/nights. At certain points of the year, his country doesn’t get a ton of light during the day so the two of you huddle by the fire and talk. Sometimes you’ll read to him, other times his family comes in and tells you stories. Regardless, you have very fond memories surrounding fire.

- Being his date for everything. I’m sure that he’s supposed to go to quite a few parties which he always asks you to accompany him to. It’s quite interesting being surrounded by players, coaches and famous people, being hounded by reporters and riding in carriages with him. There was definitely a ton of pictures taken of the two of you during your first outing together.

- He coaxes you into letting loose and having fun. He loves seeing you happy; your smile is his favorite sight in the world.

- A true gentleman. Viktor is always the sweetest with you, pulling out chairs, opening doors, quite literally carrying you over puddles. He knows exactly how to treat a woman and is old fashioned in the very best way.

- Little gifts. He’ll either send some in the post or present them to you a bit sheepishly yet excitedly when you visit him.

- Viktor doesn’t really have “true” friends; and he can only see you in person for so long, so when you’re with him, he’s quite clingy and eager to do everything with you; even if it’s just you doing something and him watching.

- Viktor can get quite jealous but he’s usually pretty reasonable about it, trying his best not to make himself look like a fool. He’ll confront the person he’s jealous of, taking them aside and asking them about their intentions. They’re usually intimidated enough by him to leave you alone after that; if their intentions were to actually get with you.

- Since he’s kind of a catch, he knows that he doesn't have to be jealous over most people but some people; particularly “pretty boys”, can occasionally catch him off guard. He’ll find himself glaring at them even harder than usual, clenching his jaw until he plasters on a more friendly face when you come to his side.

- He’s incredibly protective of you, he was even before the two of you actually started dating. He was/is always standing up to people for you, warding them off and defending you; even if you are technically in the wrong. The minute he see’s you, he’s walking up and joining your side, keeping close in case anything happens; and just because he likes your company.

- The two of you generally don’t fight all that much; you don’t necessarily have enough time with each other to fight. He’ll argue with you, maybe give you the silent treatment if you’re really having a fight but he usually can’t stand to be away from you for too long.

- Sometimes, in the middle of fighting, he’ll realize that he’s wrong, going quiet and looking at you, blinking a few times before blatantly saying “I’m wrong”, causing you to laugh. He’ll rub his head, furrow his brows and somewhat grimace, saying a “sorry” for whatever it is he did wrong.

- When you’re having a real fight, you’ll probably be giving each other the silent treatment, even in your letters. Finally, one lone letter comes in and your heart skips a beat against your better judgement.

- If you’re in person with each other then he’ll keep watching you; especially if you’re around other guys, being respectful and giving you your space. The only problem is that he doesn’t know when it’s time to stop and come to you; especially if he wasn’t angry himself. You’ll probably have to approach him first and ask if you can talk so that things can go back to normal.

- A little ways into your relationship, he’ll drop the first “I love you” and then continue to tell you that he does quite a bit. He’s not an incredibly verbal person but he loves letting you know how much you mean to him; especially if he gets to hear it back.

- He wanted to marry you practically the minute he saw you so yeah, it’s safe to say that he’s planning out your future together. Your relationship might be a tad bit difficult but honey, he’s going to make it work!

#viktor krum imagine #viktor krum headcanons #viktor krum headcanon #viktor krum imagines #harry potter imagines #harry potter headcanons #hp imagines #hp imagine #hp headcanons #hp headcanon

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deadpatrol · 2 years

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*thinks about Robot Tubbo* *thinks about Robot Tubbo* *thinks about Robot Tubbo* *thinks about R--

Anyway here’s me rambling for 1.4k words about My Favorite Thing Ever: Robot Tubbo (aka Tubbot).

God do I love the implications of robot Tubbo. He's all about logic and sound decision making for the greater good of everyone without really considering the individual emotional repercussions and doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions. I Especially love what that means for Tommy post-doomsday. Between Sam Nook and Tubbo, Tommy's only friends are robots!!! God!!! He trusts and cares for robots more than "real" people!!! The trauma of being hurt by people leading to distrust! The idea that he likes people who have some level of emotional detachment from him, because Dream was EXTREMELY emotionally attached to Tommy, and so was Wilbur! And they always hurt Tommy in the end! So better to love something that can't quite love him back. Just... the concept of Tommy "lover of unloveable things" Innit. And then eventually Tubbo (and Sam Nook too, of course), developing an actual strong emotional attachment and love for Tommy because of his unending love for them..... I’m so normal. And the mental image of robot Tubbo and resurrected robot Jack Manifold alone in Snowchester immediately post Doomsday, before Ranboo and Tubbo really got close, is everything to be. Just two robots building nukes out in the snow. The temperature is constantly, like -20° but Tubbo and Jack don't mind cause they cant feel it! And of COURSE they're alright after working with nuclear radiation with no prior institutional knowledge of protective gear that hasn't been invented yet. There's no fear of radiation positioning because they're robots! PLUS!!! The idea that Tubbo was the one who built the robot body for Jack after he crawled his way out of hell? Beloved. Absolutely beloved. Tubbo helped Jack adjust to living life in a new robot body, you cant change my mind. Just. Robot Tubbo who loves bees and flowers and nature and goes on rants about the environment... is so powerful. Also. Robot Tubbo goes by he/it and no one can convince me otherwise. Cause he went by it/its for forever and was like "this is okay" and then Tommy came along like "hey, can I interest you in some he/him?" And Tubbo was just like. "That's stupid, there's no difference because I'll respond either way, but alright." And then eventually he realizes he likes it and he's just like, "oh." And Tubbo as a companion robot drives me a whole other kind of feral. Because if he was built as a machine to be in service to people and fulfil their needs, then of course when Tommy shows up like "hey! I like you! Lets be friends!" Tubbo is gonna process that as "Tommy has requested friendship of me. The requirements of friendship are pretty easy to fulfill. I can spend time, give gifts, express verbal and physical affection. Easy. No problem. So yes, I can be your friend." If Ranboo was the one to propose, then same deal! Tubbo is fulfilling a request of service from a person! Its his whole purpose! Along the way he probably develops more sentience and free will, but at the end of the day, its in his nature to want to provide things for people. I just love! President Robot Tubbo! Being put in a position where he has to make hard calls on moral quandaries! Does he put everyone in his country in danger by defying Dream, a mistake that has been shown again and again to have disastrous and deadly consequences? Or does he exile Tommy? The answer is obvious, save the most amount of people possible. People who hesitate over the trolley problem are fools. Of COURSE Tubbo is gonna pull the lever. It just makes logical sense. It's an easy, simple answer. Or it should be. But exiling Tommy goes against everything he's been built for. And it feels WRONG, somehow. He doesn't want to hurt anybody, he wasn't built for it. But there is no alternative. And when it comes down to it, it has to be the many over the few. Because that's just the correct logical answer, isn't it? Okay okay hear me out. Robot Tubbo with no emotions. He's friends with Tommy cause Tommy is just Like That and Special and The Main Character, but he doesn't really have any emotional attachment. Then Jack Manifold the ghost comes around like "hey, can you help make me a robot body?" And Tubbo agrees. While they're working to build Jack's body, Jack requests something equivalent to a human nervous system to simulate neurotransmitters and chemicals and emotions and all that stuff I learned about in IB Psych and then immediately forgot. And Tubbo's like "why 🤨" and Jack's like "cause I like emotions?? They're nice?" So Tubbo's like whatever, sure, I'm down for a challenge. And the two of them design a code or a system or something (i may be a sci-fi nerd but know nothing about coding or robotics, lol) to replicate human emotions. Yay! Jack Manifold gets his robot body and he's like "awesome, works great, thanks tubs." And things are the same for a while after that. But in the back of his head Tubbo is always like. "Hmm. Wonder what that's like? Jack wanted it enough to put a lot of work and time into creating a whole new system just to do something that serves no other purpose. So it must be... something." And maybe he's sitting with Tommy and/or Ranboo and/or Michael and he thinks to himself like "i wonder what makes it different? I wonder what they feel when they spend time with me that makes them want to keep me around." And so he installs it in himself, just to try it out, and for a while he's just like "this? Is no big deal. I don't see what all the hype is about." But then he's sitting with Tommy or something and Tommy smiles and says something like "I love you, Tubs-o. I'm glad to have you around. I don't know what I would do without you." And its just. Too much. Just electric rush straight to the heart. The swell of affection is immediate and overwhelming and system breaking. Like. He just is like "I already would have died for you, but right now I feel like I AM." And he's like turn it OFF right now immediately holy shit get that out of my head. And so he flips it off like "COOL. Now I know what that's like. It's BAD. Fun, dangerous experiment. Not doing that again." But. But. Of course he keeps thinking about it and he's with Ranboo and Michael and he's like.... what if.... i turned it on again... just for a sec? And he does and of course its the same thing. He turns it on and he tenses and waits for it to be too much, but its just sort of.... normal. He's just sitting with Ranboo while Michael sleeps, maybe curled up by the fire because its damn cold and he doesn't want Ranboo to freeze or something. And he just feels kinda warm and fuzzy and floaty. And its not bad per se, but it kinda muddles his thoughts and that's weird and not ideal. And then Ranboo gives him a gentle little head bonk and is like "I love you." And its startling just how quickly Tubbo just short circuits and freezes and lights up all at once. And he's just like "I am once again turning off the electric hell juice." Before he turns to Ranboo and says "god, is that really what you feel like all the time? Emotions are awful, how do you deal with that all the time?" And Ranboo's like? What do you mean? So Tubbo explains the whole thing, and Ranboo pulls away to give him the stern-serious look like "Tubbo. You're just jumping right into the deep end. You gotta take it slow. It’s a whole new experience. I mean, I'm thrilled that you thought of me and wanted to know what it feels like, but 1) you don’t have to, I married you because love you just the way you are, and 2) if you really want to try it out, lets start you with something easier and less intense... like just sitting in a field and watching some clouds or something."

I’ve never seen anyone else post anything about robot Tubbo, but I hold him so close to my heart.

#incoherent #c!Tubbo analysis #Robot Tubbo #Tubbot #c!Tubbo #my writing #dsmp

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unlimitedgolden · 2 years

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Big FFU Idea Dump

Yes I'm the huge dork who thinks about all the characters just living a normal life sometimes. I have lots of silly ideas all the time because they make me :] <- (silly happy) but I don't get them in one whole note form so I'm going to. + what if the villains were just human i think its funny

I REALLY HOPE THIS BECOMES ONE OF THEM POSTS YOU HAVE TO CLICK TO EXPAND I HAVE NO IDEA IF THATS AUTO OR NOT... (update: it doesnt but i got it)

(update 2: corrected some spelling and other mistakes now im more awake)

With Makenshi I feel he is extremely adaptable to any situation, if he had to live a normal life on earth and not Wonderland I genuinely believe it wouldn't be too much of a problem for him, and he'd pick the most inconspicuous job he could (with maybe the help of the others or somethin) and he'd work within business.

With Kaze I know he is much more of a loner type and I like to think he finds his own place to settle down and just builds himself a hut or somethin by a river. He goes fishing and sells the fish, Makenshi just so happens to keep track of the number of fish and how much they're bought for which leads them to interact more than they used to

I know for a fact it'd take them some time to reconnect and???? reconcile?? It'd be strange to just be so friendly with someone you were fighting with for so long but then again it was all a misunderstanding. So I think they would just talk a lot about how life has been since getting an ebby deeby treatment to earth.

maybe lisa, ai, yu, that whole family invite Makenshi and Kaze over for dinners or things like. christmas IVE SEEN ONE CHRISTMAS THING WITH THEM ICR IF ITS OFFICIAL but anyway. I feel Makenshi would go to socialise but Kaze wouldn't be too up for it right away, so he'd bring back leftovers for him to enjoy until he warms up. Don't get me wrong I think Kaze is adaptable too, just distant if he can be and I can vibe with that.

I still need to read the manga properly like 3 times to solidify it in my head but I would like to hope Lisa became like. a cool aunt who can babysit the kids for their parents since they formed such a close bond within wonderland. Though one thing I think about is how Lisa? knew that the kids weren't human? being sent to find their parents n all and maybe it causes some small issues till they all talk it out and are like "yknow what even if youre from wonderland location number 2045 you look and act human so you are in our hearts".

also what the fuck happened to the comodeen. i forgor. if theyre still travelling around wonderland i think they might take little visits to Earth. and maybe theyd think it's bizarre that theyre also people but??? not human in a way. or at least our identification of being "human".

ERMMM Additional side note thing I remembered: I wanted to make up designs for like. humanified villains. i know they come back in the manga but i think itd be funny if they woke up human and normal. have fun with that you big DORKS

1. Oscha would be a toymaker and you cant convince me otherwise with his whole jester getup, I know he also played a butler role but i am totally convinced he'd sit there and carve a wooden horse with his hands for fun and then use a homemade catapult to fling it into an army of other wooden things. hes the type of guy to make those insane marble things that use like. a spoon to shoot a marble into a card that makes a bottle fall over and it pushes the marble into its goal. hes the guy that stacks all the dominos. the man who makes castles of cards and if you blow it over you will be missing the next day (/hj)

Pist would be in a similar boat where he just specialises in puzzles, probably has shelves full of puzzle books and maybe even magic tricks. little magician man. hes the type of guy to complete sudoku in the morning with a cup of coffee, or a crossword with his lunch. he probably has a few fish tanks too and cares for all types of fish.

Herba is your local florist and she is probably known to grow all kinds of different things. Maybe grows her own food too and can go onto long conversations about her most prized plant, or the ones that are the most deadly that you shouldnt go near (she laughs as if shes joking, but she isnt.) She's also very much so into her fashion and has a lot of floral patterned clothing, she's learning how to create it herself but most of her time is dedicated to finding new plants to keep in the greenhouse.

Fungus <3 would be a retired, ex-military commander and he'd have rooms dedicated to his medals and past achievements. and like me would have a good few books on mushrooms and is interested in mycology, but with his old age it's just a simple hobby now while he goes around and enjoys his time on Earth. Yes he would still smoke a pipe absolutely, he'd have a fancy collection of them too.

and i have no ideas for the earl IM SORRY i have stored these in my brain so long way before i watched the subbed version and i just hated him with a passion thanks to the dub

i think thats everything i just need to get it out my system and back to work on other things

#final fantasy unlimited #ffu #oscha #pist #herba #fungus #makenshi #kuroki kaze #shiroi kumo #ai hayakawa #yu hayakawa #goldenposting #headcanon #ideas

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keelywolfe · 3 years

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FIC: Keep Breathing (standalone)

Summary: Edge can handle this. He can. All he has to do is keep breathing.

Notes: I forget where I saw it, on twitter or discord, about Edge being unable to understand what he felt when he saw Stretch. This is what sort of evolved from it.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Papcest, Angst, Feels, LV Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence

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Breathing, that was what was important. In, out, deep, slow breaths. It took a few before the icy Snowdin air seemed to help smother the fire currently burning in his chest. Edge kept it up, slow breaths, in and out, and he didn’t have lungs, but he still needed air, his magic greedily incorporating the oxygen as the sense of smothering he’d felt in the Swap brothers’ house faded.

His bones felt hot and achy, the snow beneath him melting and soaking into his trousers as he sat curled up on the ground behind the house, out of view of any passersby on the streets. Not far away he could hear the crunch of footsteps and words blurred by distance, pedestrians heading to the shops or perhaps Muffet’s for a treat. Their laughter was clearer, unknowing that he was close by and listening, and Edge buried his face into his updrawn knees and did not wonder at what they might think if they saw him here, if their concern would turn to fear with a simple Check.

It was rare that he made such a foolish mistake. If his brother’s lessons hadn’t taught him caution, then life in Underfell certainly had. One was cautious or one was dead, there was little room for error. Although foolish was far too sedate a word for this. Insanity might be closer, to come here to this softer world with his LV still sizzling in his soul. He’d thought it was safe, that it had settled enough or perhaps wished it so desperately to be true that he’d convinced himself it was.

He should have known better.

Bounty hunters were supposed to restrain themselves to the deeper parts of Snowdin woods where no one lived, only existed, those who lumbered about with their minds lost to their LV. Supposed to, but anyone willing to bounty usually had high LV themselves and the irony that they would probably become what they hunted in the end was not often lost on them. When they were teetering between hunter and hunted, anyone unlucky enough to cross their path could be the one to set them off and send them over the brink. Edge’s luck had been especially poor today to come across a hunting pair while checking the traplines and if he’d been only slightly slower, a fraction less dedicated to his training, he would have simply been more dust added to their growing pile.

He hadn’t killed them, though it had been a near thing. Only taken them down to one HP and left them panting in the snow to either drag themselves away to try healing or perhaps finish each other off. Either way, they were likely as good as dead, but he refused to take them over the line. His own LV was already high enough, he shuddered to think of the amount of XP that would come from killing a hunter, much less two. He hadn’t stayed to see which option they chose, only hurried back to Snowdin proper without trying to seem as if he was hurrying. The walk had seemed endless, fraught with peril as anyone who dared check him would find him vulnerable. No one did, their ingrained wariness of the guard keeping them from trying their chances.

He’d arrived home with no fresh XP, but his soul still felt as if it were lit on fire from deep within, crying greedily for more. He likened it to a voice in the back of his skull, one that grew louder with every LV up and made cold demands for more payment in dust. He’d learned to ignore it, mostly, except for these moments when his soul felt as if it was swelling in his ribcage, hovering hot and bloated in his chest, and wresting control back seemed to take longer every time.

He should have called Blue then to cancel their cooking lesson, offered his regrets and made plans for another day. He should have and hadn’t, selfishly telling himself that he had it under control because he hadn’t wanted to cancel. He’d wanted to come to their shared cooking lessons, wanted to be here in this world with its abundant supplies and residents that walked the streets easily without having to peer out their front doors before stepping out into crisp air that didn’t taste of bitter, lingering dust. The same air he was so desperately inhaling now.

Tacos were the order of the day, a simple dish with a thousand variations. He’d been helping Blue chop up the brisket that’d already spent the day roasting slowly in the oven and he'd absently reached for a scrap of gristle that would otherwise be heading to the waste bin, only to have Blue playfully slap his hand away.

"Ah, ah,” he’d laughed, his starry eye lights bright and amused, “you'll spoil your appetite."

And in that one split second, his control broke free of his increasingly tenuous grasp and he'd nearly struck back. He could still see his intention in his mind's eye, to slap this little aggravation out of his way, how dare they lay a hand on him when they should be cowering at his feet, how dare they, how—

He'd reeled it back in almost instantly, but the damage was done, the urge lingering. He wouldn’t allow it control. He couldn’t. Edge turned on his heel and walked out, ignoring Blue's confused calls for him to come back, he was only teasing, Edge…?

He ignored it all, hasty strides taking him out into the cold snow, fleeing as if the hunters were still scrabbling at his heels and not one small, confused skeleton. He’d gone, one hand clawing at the front of his shirt to let in some much-needed cold air and didn’t stop until he was around the house at the back door that led downstairs to the machine. His boots slid in snow hardpacked from so many others walking through it and he’d slipped, falling heavily to the ground. His flight back to Underfell paused as he crawled over to lean against the house and all he could do was heave in long, slow breaths to ease the aching burn in his chest.

Around him, lights were coming from the windows of the other little houses, cutting through the darkness. Artificial dusk had fallen at some point after he’d arrived, and those houses were filled with Monsters who had no idea who was in their midst. Their souls weren’t like his; they were innocent, as pure as Blue’s, and—

Blue.

He’d been so confused, apologizing profusely even without knowing what he was apologizing for. Edge would have to think of something to tell him, some excuse for his poor manners. Better for Blue to think Edge rude than the alternative; that he’d very nearly beaten him bloody in his own kitchen for the tiny sin of teasing. He needed to get and keep control over himself, and right quickly. Any moment now Blue might come looking at him, all innocent, solicitous concern.

He didn’t want Blue to see him right now, didn’t want anyone to see him. But the voice that suddenly came was from no one he’d considered at all.

“you okay?”

Edge whipped around to see Stretch leaning around enough to peer around the corner, his lower half still concealed by the house. One of his ever-present cigarettes was smoldering between two fingers, ash falling from the tip into the snow, so much like dust—

“What the hell do you want?” Edge snarled, his guilt suddenly swirling with the tension Stretch always brought with him. There was something about Stretch that had simply irritated him at first sight, something that he couldn’t put to words. It couldn’t be his lazy ways or his attitude or even his way of dress. Sans was much the same and he didn’t provoke the same reaction. But there was something, something in his enigmatic smile or the cant of his hips that made Edge’s soul stir in a way reminiscent of LV. Like now, fanning the already agitated heat inside him even hotter.

Stretch only shrugged. He’d always taken Edge’s dislike of him in stride, offering the occasional sly insult and little more. “just what it says on the box. are you okay?”

Someone of the science mind might find it interesting that all of them sounded so differently. Papyrus’s voice was surprisingly nasally for someone who had no nose, and Edge’s own ranged into higher pitch, almost a screech at times, and it took considerable effort to keep it to a lower tone. The low rasp of Stretch’s, like velvet polishing marble, was surely a sign of the Universe’s bizarre sense of humor; he didn’t deserve such a voice to use while he snored his life away.

“I’m fine,” Edge said shortly.

“uh huh. fine. you’re always fine, huh. bet your ass you are.” He exhaled smoke through his nasal aperture and it wreathed his face, his cigarette glowed brighter as he took another drag. The glowing ember briefly illuminating his face, giving it an eldritch cast and making his resemblance to Edge even more uncanny than normal. "even when you’re not.”

Did he know what Edge had been thinking? Difficult to say with him, there were times when Edge envied that carelessly bland expression, so difficult to read, even for his own brother.

“Am I supposed to be grateful for your concern?” Edge asked instead. “I see you looking at me. I know what you think of me.”

“yeah?” Stretch said mildly. “you think you got the inside scoop of what’s on my mind?”

Edge closed his mouth hard and turned away. No, no, he didn't and that was part of the problem, wasn't it. He didn’t know what went on in that head, couldn’t begin to guess. He only knew that despite sharing a face, it was nothing like what was in his own.

Stretch finally stepped around the corner entirely, sauntering closer and seeming not to notice Edge’s barely stifled flinch even as he snarled, “Get that filthy thing away from me—"

He trailed away as Stretch tamped out the cigarette on the bottom of his sneaker before he could finish, tucking the remaining butt into his pocket.

Stretch sat down next to him, seemingly equally unperturbed by the snow soaking into his clothes and Edge’s unwelcoming expression. Not touching, but close enough if one want to reach out a hand. Or a fist.

“what am i thinking,” Stretch mused, “hm. tell you what, let me give you a quick rundown. right now, i’m thinking that i wanted to check on you ‘cause you ran out of my house like you were getting chased by a bony bat out of hell. even my little bro’s most creative cooking ain’t that bad. i wanted to make sure you're okay.” He shrugged, an easy roll of shoulders. “that's it, it's not that deep.”

That was untrue. The fact that he came out at all meant something and Edge didn’t understand what. Unless his goal was to keep Blue away, a sensible choice if that were so.

Stretch didn’t wait for him to gather his wandering thoughts. "you think you know what’s on my mind? let me tell you something. you come from the wrong side of the multiverse and shit is rough for you, right? you think i don’t get that? you think that sitting here cushy in my slice of the universe means i don’t get what it’s like for you?” He tipped his head towards Edge, half a smirk lifting the side of his mouth and Edge wondered if he were being mocked. “well, you’re right. i don’t. but only takes one look at your face to guess that.” His hands didn’t seem to know what to do without their usual vice. They rested on his knees, his thumbs rubbing absent circles against the coarse material of his cargo pants. “i don’t know what it’s like to live in your ‘verse and you only think you know what it’s like in mine. we’re that much alike, ain’t we.”

“I have LV.” And you don’t was left unspoken.

“i know. but i’d be the last person to judge you about that.” His smirk twisted into something almost bitter, some humor that Edge couldn’t place. “the very last.” Stretch sighed and climbed to his feet with a groan, pressing both hands into the base of his spine as he arched. He held out a hand and after a moment, Edge took it. his gloved fingers against Stretch’s bare ones. ”come on, my bro’s been working hard on his weird ass tacos. ‘preciate if you could choke down a bite or t—hey!”

His yelp was loud, echoing then lost in the cavern overhead. The moment he was on his feet, Edge pushed Stretch against the house and finally that casual façade cracked, his sockets startled and wide as Edge pinned him against the wall. That hot, heavy feeling in his soul surged again, overwhelming the linger dregs of LV and all Edge wanted was to wipe away that easy smirk, touch the untouchable.

Only that startled expression changed into something else, unexpected and unreadable. “well, now, didn’t know this was already on the menu.”

“What?” Edge only managed that single word before Stretch kissed him, full and hard, right on the mouth. His teeth were already parted and Stretch’s tongue slipped smoothly between them, moving against his own. Edge might have expected the taste of cigarettes and it was there, a little, the slightest taint of ashy nicotine. That taste was quickly swallowed up, engulfed, transmuting into unknown honeyed sweetness and warmth.

Stretch’s hands were resting on Edge’s chest, his bare, bony palms flat against his uniform shirt, bleeding warmth through the cold air around them and it was too fast, too much. Edge jerked back and stared speechlessly into Stretch’s face. His eye sockets were half-closed and within them, lights burned, their normal pale hue tinged with a strange cocktail of orange and blue.

His mouth moved as Edge stared, reforming that lazy smirk before he said, “you wanna go right here or take this up to my room?”

The words made no sense to him, nothing but pointless yammering. Then he realized he still had Stretch pinned against a wall, pressed to him from chest to pelvis.

Oh. He thought Edge wanted sex. He didn’t, that wasn’t why, but the actual reasons were fuzzy now, distorted. Why had he pinned Stretch to the wall? He was no longer certain. That confusing roil in his soul whenever he saw Stretch only surged harder as if straining inside his ribcage, LV only a careless afterthought, drowned out by the taste of sweetness lingering on his tongue. He breathed in hard through his teeth, but the cold air didn’t deaden that tingle, the burn shifting from his soul to his mouth. He didn’t know, he didn’t understand, he couldn’t—

Edge backed off, almost stumbling as he stuttered out, “I…I didn’t…”

That easy sultry expression shifted, Stretch’s gaze narrowing. “no, you didn’t, did you. pity,” he murmured. He dusted himself off as if to sweep away any lingering traces of Edge’s touch, already reaching into his pocket for his lighter and cigarettes. “welp. on we go, then, to dinner and probable indigestion.”

All Edge could do was follow him, noting that his back was infuriatingly dry while Edge could feel his own snow-wet clothes clinging uncomfortable to his bones.

Stretch turned the corner and abruptly stopped, wariness dropping briefly across his face before it smoothed away. Edge didn’t think, pushed in front of him automatically to face whatever threat dared to invade this world and instead found his own brother standing there.

With his slouching stance and his hands tucked into his jacket pockets, some might mistake Red for harmless. It was a mistake few survived and even Edge was wary of that casual menace. Red’s gaze narrowed as he looked at them, crimson eye lights sweeping over them both. He ran his tongue over his teeth, the tip digging into the gold one. “heya, ashtray. whatcha doing out here with my bro?”

The lazy warning was unmistakable, and Edge stiffened, already bracing himself to take the brunt of his brother’s temper. Stretch only stepped around him, flashing that careless smile as he tucked a cigarette into the corner of his mouth. He cupped his hands around the flame of his lighter, breathing out a cloud of smoke as he said, “nothing i wouldn’t do with you.”

“that ain’t much reassurance.”

“heh. wasn’t trying to be.” He strolled on, skirting around Red with an extra sway in his narrow hips as if he was just another obstacle in his path and left Edge to deal with his brother.

The moment he was out of sight, Edge swung around to glare at Red.

It had little effect on his brother, it never had. He only offered his own shrug, the roll of his shoulders infuriatingly similar to Stretch’s. “just makin’ sure you ain’t gonna lose your head, boss.”

Edge narrowed his gaze, hissing out, “I don’t need your help!”

“no?”

The word was soaked in doubt and Edge stormed past him, ignoring whatever else Red said as he went back into the house where Blue was surely waiting. There were apologies to be made and tacos to be eaten. At least whatever it was that Stretch stirred in his soul had settled his LV, that heat was banked back, for now. He could handle anything else that came his way, he didn’t need help from anyone, not even his brother, and if seeing Stretch sitting at the dinner table made him inhale slowly through his open mouth, his mouth watering not from tacos but from a memory of sweetness, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if that taste lingered, if that strange feeling still sat heavy in his soul.

None of it mattered, so long as he kept breathing.

-finis-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #underfell sans #underswap sans #standalone

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etherealluminescence · 3 years

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Shdjdjjddjjs okay but, more buff cat hcs when ?? But seriously, i know it probably counts as crack hc but i enjoyed it way to much i cant get it out of my head anymore, i havent laught so much in a while now sjdjchdj. I sure hope the buff cat saga will continue !!

You know what? I’ll give you some buff cat content now. 😤 my school work can wait. And trust me, the buff cat saga WILL continue. I just tend to work on requests first rather than my own wants haha.

I’m really happy you like buff cat! Buff cat is my life now. Constantly haunted by buff cat. Maybe one day I’ll introduce a girlfriend or friends for buff cat too 🤔

Maybe I’ll do a background about buff cat and how they met MC?? And why buff cat is so attached to MC? I don’t know. 👉👈 maybe if someone requests, otherwise I’ll just do whatever I feel like in the moment.

Anyone can also feel free to request any buff cat scenarios!! If not I’ll think of some up. THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRY. I WROTE THIS LIKE 1 HOUR OR SOMETHING STRAIGHT AHA.

The boys react to buff cat teaching you

Lucifer

Lucifer had noticed your grades were improving recently, and wanted to take you out to eat for working so hard to both keep up with your class.

When he came to your room, he saw a scene that honestly shouldn’t of surprised him, but did anyways.

You were sitting at your desk, books sprawled across the entire surface area of it. On top of a book pile was buff cat, wearing a pair of glasses, and he was using a pointer to show you important parts you should remember.

He watched in awe as you two never exchanged any words, but you were scribbling down definitions and important notes, while buff cat turned the pages and reviewed your work.

He’s gotten fairly use to buff cat cooking, cleaning, intimidating others, but he has never seen buff cat act like a teacher before, it was sort of new, and he even had a teacher outfit.

He swears that he never sees you buying these outfits, or that people in the devildom actually sell muscular cat clothing.

Buff Cat is the first to break the silence, looking over at Lucifer and positioning his pointer at Lucifer’s head, and then to in front of your desk.

You were still focused on your studying, knowing that you were steadily improving. Buff Cat got out a notepad from one of your desk drawers, and wrote “Leave what you require on this note, I am instructing MC right now, and when we are done tutoring I will give this note to them.”

Lucifer ended up having to take a rain check on taking you out to eat, and learned that your cat has really advanced vocabulary.

Mammon

He was failing the majority of his classes, and ended up asking you for help. You were his best shot, and you seemed to be passing all of your classes with flying colours.

You said you were happy to help him! Except that someone else was actually helping you study. They were a very efficient teacher.

He was relieved to hear that you’d introduce your teacher to him, until he found out it was that fucking demon spawn from hell.

He screeched so hard and ran out of the room, crying like a girl. “aAAAAaaaaAAAH”

Mammon is terrified of buff cat, and now you’re telling him this cat has the intelligence of a genius? You came to the devildom like a few months ago how is this cat tutoring you and making you pass your classes with ease??

He swears your cat is trying to plot for world domination or something. Will NEVER ask you to study with him again.

Leviathan

You walked into Levi’s room trying to find buff cat. It was a Sunday, which was typically a boys night out between them, but it was getting pretty late and you need to study.

There was a test tomorrow on devildom history, and you wanted to review one more time with buff cat, as to make sure you’ll do well on it.

“Mr. Kitty, are you here?” You called out, as soon as you said that Buff Cat paused the game and ran up to you. Levi was slightly annoyed as Buff Cat was beating a hard level for him, but he is your cat above all else.

You smiled as Buff Cat greeted you, and apologised for interrupting them. You explained to Levi how you wanted to review for the test, and if it wasn’t an issue could he spare around 20 minutes?

Levi huffed and agreed and called you a normie, and was about to pick up his switch when your words finally set in.

You put down the book you were carrying and got out a pencil, and took a piece of paper out of the book. You began writing down all of the important stuff on the paper while Buff Cat watched over your shoulder.

When you were finished, he went into the book with you and showed you a couple things you’ve missed or had forgotten, and then got you to write it down three times each as to remember. He even wrote a few essay questions for you which you got.

Levi was impressed. Not only did Buff Cat seem to know the whole devildom history by heart, he knew the exact pages and lines, and even how to write.

He didn’t really care as long as Buff Cat beats the hard level for him. He just considers it to be cool.

Satan

Satan was impressed with your high grades. It must be hard for a human to suddenly learn about a whole new realm, right? So if you had Cs he would understand, but you were getting 97s and 94s.

He understood everything when he started to notice what kind of books Buff Cat had been reading in his room, recently.

You all were having a test on curses soon, and Buff Cat came by his room and began looking for books about curses, and similar ones to what you all had been learning about.

Satan ended up chuckling to himself and found it amusing. It was amazing how your cat even spent his free time coming to someone’s room, finding books for your tests, and reads them before going back to you to help you understand the content.

He likes to get coffee with Buff Cat and talk about the stuff you’re learning in classes, he never directly said it to you, but he helps Buff Cat find specific books when Buff Cat comes over.

Asmodeous

Lucifer decided to punish the house of lamentations by taking away all of their electronics after they did something stupid again. The only way to earn it back, was through getting an 80% or higher on their next test.

You and Asmo suffered because you would normally look up answer during your test, and Asmo had no social media or contact with any of his friends with benefits.

You two weren’t ashamed to beg Buff Cat for help to pass your next test. He was probably the smartest in the house. He goes to Satan’s room almost every day and purchased books when he goes out. Your cat even tutored you when you were in elementary school.

You and Asmo barely needed to convince Buff Cat, as he was ecstatic to help you again. He’d do anything to help you, and was even willing to help Asmo out as well.

Asmo thought that Buff Cat looked REALLY adorable in his teacher’s outfit. A suit, tie, glasses, and his claws were so shiny from their manicure earlier.

Buff cat even slicked his fur back to look like he gel’d his hair. He was a literal fashion icon. Asmo could do some sewing, but nothing to the degree Buff Cat did.

Buff Cat had so many outfits he made himself, and he even did them so quickly. They all turned out perfect. Oh right, this was about studying wasn’t it?

Asmo never really asked questions about why your cat could just be so smart, and more so focused on how cool your cat looked. Priorities.

Beelzebub

Beel and Buff Cat are gym buddies, so naturally they’d walk home together from the gym. Everything was fine until Buff Cat’s MC senses were tingling, and began to walk towards you, crouching down in a store trying to figure out which notebooks to buy.

Beel thought it was pretty cool Buff Cat knew where you were, like how he and Belphie were that close to each other.

Brel asked you what you were doing, and you explained that you wanted to get some new notebooks because your old one is messy and confusing. You just scribbled whatever you could down, and were having a bit of a hard time in class.

Buff Cat immediately perked up, and you two seemed to have a conversation. He meowed and you happily said “I’d love that!”

Apparently, Buff Cat had offered to tutor you. Beel wasn’t so sure how well your cat could teach, though, considering he still is a cat, and offered to help you as well, since he wouldn’t like to see you sad from overworking yourself.

He was scribbling notes alongside with you five minutes into your first session together. Buff Cat wrote such simple explanations, and even prepared notecards ahead of time, Beel forgot he was supposed to teach you.

He is pretty fine with Buff Cat teaching you both, and once again forgets that Buff Cat is a “normal”? cat and not some weird creature that knows the answer to life.

Belphegor

Is really fucking terrified of your buff cat. Like TERRIFIED. So when he sees your cat in a teacher’s outfit sitting at the dinning room table, teaching you math, he was frozen.

He came down to get a glass of milk but what is this. Do you- do you have to do it in the living room?

There is no other reaction than physical fear coursing through his body his adrenaline is at the highest and his fight or flight instincts kick in.

He’s already fought once and that caused Buff Cat to exist in constant Buff form around him, so you can bet he is running.

Probably has a group chat with Mammon and Luke. “Buff Cat Conspiracy”. They talk about how scary buff cat is.

Diavolo

Buff Cat told Diavolo he was the one who helped you study. They were having conversation (buff cat used a notebook) and the topic of your studies came up. He mentioned how he had been helping you study, and understand the terminology in the Devildom better.

He was happy to hear that you understood it, and that it wasn’t too complicated for either of you too.

He actually asks if he can watch your study sessions, to see if he needs to lighten your workload just in case you’re pushing yourself too much.

You two allow him to watch, and he’s giving soft claps and smiles as the two of you give it your best.

Is honestly very happy with how much you two get along, and how you say it’s very simple since Buff Cat explains(meows) it in a very efficient manner.

He already knew Buff Cat was smart, but haha. Maybe he should hire Buff Cat to be a teacher or support class teacher for RAD?

Barbatos

You had grown accustomed to the devildom these past few months, and with Buff Cat with you, you were allowed to freely explore it when you want.

Buff Cat also happens to have a spare key to open the castle when he wishes.

Exam/testing season was coming up, and you knew you couldn’t study at the house of lamentation.

It was very distracting, and so you decided to go to the castle. No one will be screaming there, or trying to convince you your cat is a weird entity trying to plot world domination.

Barbatos was sort of used to seeing Buff Cat come and go as he pleases, but why were you here? Before he could say anything, you told him that you were visiting to study! And that you hope he didn’t mind that Buff Cat was going to tutor you.

Alright, so you’re studying, but why at the castle? You had to explain that it was very distracting at the house of lamentations, and Mammon was trying to convince you to get rid of your cat 24/7.

Ah, he could see that. Your cat isn’t exactly normal, and Mammon does occasionally scream like a girl. I promise I love Mammon. But it’s not like he minded, so long as you two were quiet and actually studied.

He left to clean for a bit, and when he returned to the guest room he saw you wearing a headband, violently writing down and muttering definitions at an insane pace. Buff Cat was in a teacher’s outfit, and holding out flash cards.

He’s slightly taken aback, but doesn’t show it anywhere on his face. He has never seen you so serious before, and neither has he seen Buff Cat so focused on you, as well.

He’s quite proud of you two for your hard work and dedication. He doesn’t interrupt but instead pours you three cups of tea, Buff Cat thanks him, and watches over you two.

Solomon

Solomon invited you over for a study session. He may be a little shady, but he does care for you, as a fellow human.

He was ecstatic to see Buff Cat come with you, because he still wants to dissect your cat.

He was about to talk to you about letting him research you cat, but you made yourself comfortable on his bed, and Buff Cat began to put on glasses and take out a pointer.

He didn’t have anytime to talk beforehand, as you were highlighting certain areas of your book, your cat pointing to certain parts, and you patted the bed beside you for Solomon to join.

Solomon’s plans to dissect your cat are set back another day, but he takes great interest in the way he teaches. Your cat is very methodical about how to remember things, and explains(meows) it rather simply.

He swears that your cat is not a normal human cat, but why can he sense literally zero magic power from it? If only Buff Cat could teach him that.

Solomon also gets 100% on the next test by remembering everything the way Buff Cat had taught you two.

Simeon

Absolutely chaotic man, when he sees you and Buff Cat in a classroom when school was over, he approached you two, and said hello.

You greeted him, and so did Buff Cat. He asked what you were doing after school so late, and that it was dangerous for the two of you. Buff Cat not so much but could still be in danger.

You told him you were studying for the upcoming test, and that Buff Cat was helping you.

Simeon was like!!! 💖👉👈💖💖💖💖🥰🥰🥺🥺 could I join?? This sounds so fun!! Buff Cat is so smart!!

He does not question the fact he’s studying with a cat, learning from a cat, or just how nice your cat can write on paper, like perfect handwriting.

He has such chaotic energy that he’s just like you, what a cute cat!

Luke

no.

just no.

he’s fine with your cat but does your cat have to be in buff form when you’re being taught?

he is happy you are getting good grades but please get him away from buff form buff cat.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me hc #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanon #buff cat

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Meeting Mom (AU)

Imposing just as he’d imagined her, Lord Sen’tulo sat only across the way. Her office--what could have been drab and monochrome--was decorated with flora from across the Galaxy. Quite the collection, Theron would admit, yet some species were more sentient than they led on. The Huttese Toad Snatchers, for example, were known to eat beasts as large as womp rats. Needless to say, they’d consume someone’s hand if one wasn’t careful.

But the flora complimented each other, strewn across the room. The colors, the way the vines draped and dangled from higher up, could have brought a sense of peace in the room--if not for the glaring Sith on the opposite side.

“You realize how many hoops I had to jump through to allow you an audience?”

The tone of her voice made Theron’s skin crawl.

“Quite a few, I’d imagine, my lord,” he said, faking his best Imperial accent. Stars knew if there were any listening devices in here--until his suspicions were either confirmed or otherwise, he’d continue his act.

Sen’tulo extended a hand in gesture, “We are alone. You may lose the act.”

Theron gave a hesitant nod. Skeptical, of course, as he would normally be. But this was Altrethir’s master--the one who trained him. The one who taught him honor, humility, honesty. The woman who raised him when his own mother was gone. He trusted her with his life; certainly the least Theron could do was believe her.

“Okay,” he muttered. “You--”

“Sit.”

Theron swallowed dryly, claiming a seat across the desk. Ah, the familiar uncomfortableness of Imperial chairs. He’d missed it.

“I would be remiss if I did not inquire about Altrethir. He is well?”

“As well as can be.”

Sen’tulo nodded silently, golden eyes dropping to look elsewhere for a moment. “I do not speak with him as often as I would like anymore. He has his hands full with the Alliance, understandably so; the leadership role is more than demanding.”

"Keeping in touch with you is still high on his priority list.”

“Your reassurance is appreciated. It has been... quite an adjustment to learn that he was still alive. That he wasn’t lost to the cold depths of space.”

“It was a shock for me, but I never lost hope.”

“You are optimistic, are you?”

“I’d like to think I am.” Theron leaned forward a bit, “I’m enjoying the small-talk, but there’s got to be a reason you went through all that trouble to bring me here.”

“Indeed there was.” Sen’tulo stood, and her decorated fingers ghosted the petals of a nearby flower. “You are romantically involved with Altrethir; you are aware that I know, for he has long since mentioned your relationship in our letters.” Her eyes snapped back to Theron, “Will you deny these facts?”

“I--no. No reason to hide that from you.” If Altrethir trusts her, so can he.

“Excellent. Your relations began some five, perhaps six years ago. Though he was absent for most of those years, you grew close nevertheless. You understand how others’ influence affects him. You understand that he may bend the knee to appeal to others.”

Theron’s brow furrowed. “Not without reason. I don’t always understand how his mind works, but the changes in his plans, attitude or opinion always fit the bigger picture.”

Sen’tulo’s painted lips curled into a pleased smile. “Precisely.” Then she turned, stepping toward a shelf upon the wall. And only now did Theron see the small, clear cages in which critters were stored inside. Sen’tulo opened the top, reaching in with just two fingers. Theron watched a small, red reptilian creature climb up her hand until she scooped it up comfortably into her palm. “People often change for the ones they love or admire. They wish to be accepted, or to blend in with their loved one’s peers.”

She tipped her hand downward, toward the blue flowers speckled in white. The critter slowly crawled from her hand and onto the stem, balancing itself before moving upward.

“They will change, becoming hardly the person they once were.”

Theron looked to her only as she spoke, but his gaze was fixed upon the tiny creature for the remainder of the time. Its claw-shaped foot clutched at the stem, and slowly the colors of its scales changed. The stark red was flushed out by the speckled pattern of white and blue, until it was completely camouflaged within the flowers.

Theron connected the dots--he understood her meaning. It was obvious; Altrethir was Imperial, he was Republic. Neither had any intentions of abandoning their home factions, if the Alliance ever dispersed. Would it even fall apart? Stars, he hoped not. The Republic was his home, but he wasn’t content with its current state. If he could choose, he’d manage the Alliance with Altrethir forever.

They wouldn’t have to fight each other, that way. Their relationship wouldn’t have to be kept secret, either.

“I don’t intend to try to... lure him over to the Republic, or whatever you’ve got in mind.”

“Whether you intend it or not, your influence will affect him.”

“Right now, we’re focused on the Alliance. We don’t exactly have time to try and convince each other to join our own factions.”

“Your Alliance has already forged a bond with the Empire; the Republic has noticed and plans to make enemies of you. You will defect.”

“No,” Theron said, perhaps more harshly than he anticipated. “Saresh is gone and the Republic’s healing, but my work in the Alliance isn’t done. We’re still at war with the Eternal Empire, and I’m not going to drop everything--everything Altrethir and I worked toward--for the Republic. I’m not leaving them. I’m not leaving him.”

Sen’tulo observed his sudden burst of passion with keen interest. And stars, had Theron seen that exact look before: the same way her eyes had fell half-lidded, her brows just slightly perked, and jaw softly clenched. How her head canted just a bit to the side in interest, lekku subtly twitching just at the tips.

“Your reassurance is appreciated,” she finally spoke, repeating a phrase from earlier in their conversation. “Still, it is important that his loyalties lie in place.”

Theron bit his tongue. He felt himself growing hot in the face, anger and frustration eating at him raw. Sen’tulo could certainly feel it; her lips perked into a small grin as she looked him over.

“You disagree?”

“What will you do?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“If he defects. If he decides the Empire isn’t what he wants to keep fighting for. What will you do?”

Sen’tulo answered as though she’d spent her life thinking of the question: “My disappointment will be immense; I will grieve, knowing he will not be with me and instead within enemy lines. I will want nothing more than for him to return, as I know the Republic will not so willingly accept him. He will be an outcast among your people, where he will always have a place in the Empire.”

“That’s not the answer I want.”

“That is the answer you have received.”

“Will you kill him?” Theron said, nearly cutting off her words.

“I will not.”

A short breath of relief escaped his mouth. He wasn’t a Force-user, but there was genuineness in her tone.

“Good,” Theron muttered, pushing himself up from the desk. He slicked back his hair, maintaining that staunch Imperial look he wore when he entered. “Nice chatting with you, my lord,” the last two words carried an accent. And he left, leaving the air thick with tension.

#swtor #theron shan #lord sen'tulo #au where she LIVES #something i wrote at like 3am #thought about doing some art for it. i THOUGHT about it. didnt actually do it.#anyway. its a lil angsty💖✨ because of Course it is.

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wordless pt.1

jeon jeongguk / reader genre: hitman (john wick?) au, sugar daddy au, fluff, pining, angst rating: mature words: 4.1k warnings: mentions of blood and violence, unconventional relationship, angsty themes, smoking mention a/n: this is jeongguk as john wick because i’m trash and i cant finish one story at a time. these prompts r from here btw :) im gonna do all 50 but im too lazy rn so here’s the first 10 :D

Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Jeongguk over the edge if he hears them again.

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Now, it definitely was not a stretch to assume that everything in Jeongguk’s life was indeed unconventional. People didn’t need to understand that what Jeongguk did for work was something that, by the law, was considered unprofessional and inhumane, and so when asked, Jeongguk sufficed for “boss of a company”, and questions weren’t asked. If they were, Jeongguk came up with a slightly more conventional lie, to make up for the reality that was Jeongguk working on the clock, killing nobodies for a bit of cash.

Taehyung, his right-hand man, had expressed how unconventional Jeongguk seemed to be over a dinner in Venice, a little restaurant tucked away unconventionally in a street that did not belong to America. Jeongguk spoke four languages comfortably, and had parents retiring in the Canary Islands. Jeongguk donated money to women’s charities and mental health services, and helped bribe his cousins into Ivy Leagues when racism prevented them from entry. Jeongguk was a Joe-Exotic in the making and owned a rescue black panther named Elio, and had houses across the globe for use when working. And, Jeongguk was dipping his toes into playing house with a sugar baby who was only five years younger than him, of whom he had met in a stakeout which involved the hit being on your brother’s head. Unconventionally, you led him to his target, and afterwards, dined with him in a Thai restaurant.

Things in Jeongguk’s life were far from ordinary, but perhaps it was the denial of mundane comforts that kept Jeongguk going. If he went back to normality, to working a shitty customer service job like when he was seventeen, dumping trash into overflowing piles behind the off-license he worked at, things wouldn’t be the same. Jeongguk would feel alien, like he didn’t belong. At least here, amongst the pain and the bullets and the years worth of trauma packed in his wrinkles (which, yes, if he looks hard enough, he can see some cursing his twenty five year old skin), Jeongguk felt like he sort of belonged. In an unconventional way.

Having met Jeongguk during his line of work, there were difficulties in being Jeongguk’s sugar baby. For one, he always felt guilty for having murdered your brother, even though you heavily supported the hit. Your brother was a jerk, a bully with money, someone who had wronged your entire family, turned off your younger sister’s life support when there was a chance of her survival. Asshole, he deserved it. Secondly, Jeongguk was impractical and irrational and often acted selfishly, meaning he was often out of the country on work, only available in whispers for a few hours and then he was gone, compensating with a few sums of cash.

He tried his best. Jeongguk, despite technicalities including his work and his past and his occasional mean streak, genuinely cared about other people. When he could, he made the effort, otherwise not attempting to make promises to you that he could not keep. Jeongguk knows that he got really lucky when he found you. You didn’t ask questions. Nobody was better for him.

However, Jeongguk was selfish, and broken, and in refusal of fixing what was wrong with him. When it was of convenience, Jeongguk drew comparisons to the last girlfriend he tried to entertain. One who wronged him, and died when he tried to repair everything she had destroyed. Jeongguk carries that with him like the tattoos on his skin, a permanent memory, and something that often disturbs what could be and should be between the both of you.

Jeongguk is worthy of love, and capable of loving. On days where Jeongguk is free to lounge without the guilt of not working, you find it is so easy to love him. But, it can’t be that way. You couldn’t just tell him that. Telling him that you loved him would be inappropriately unconventional. Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Jeongguk over the edge if he hears it again.

(1) Holding their hands when they are shaking.

Jeongguk is in his living room, his right leg bouncing like a spring as he cradles an infant glass of whiskey. His eyes are glazed, yet wide, staring at the Seoul city draped in darkness and neon, and without even looking inside, you know that his brain is spinning, thoughts chaotic and loud.

“Hey,” you call out to him, and his eyes stutter to the left to catch you in the doorway, “I heard you get up. What’s wrong?”

Jeongguk shakes his head gently. “Nothing, baby, go back to bed. I’ll be up in a minute.”

Jeongguk often makes comments without expectancies. You stand in the doorway that connects the living room to the long hall that stems into bedrooms and bathrooms, and watch him for a moment. His whole body vibrates like a speaker, his hands trembling as the glass drains and he reaches for a second, or a third, or maybe a tenth. You want to sigh, without being patronising, but you know that any sign of sympathy is mistaken for that whenever Jeongguk is around to make the judgement.

He looks back to the skyline and frowns, his attention panning from the window to his phone that buzzes blue, but he ignores. Stepping across the cool wooden floorboards, you approach him sleepily and take a seat next to him on the sofa. Neither of you move, but he recognises you’ve moved. He bristles slightly, like it was unexpected.

“You can take your time,” you suggest to him, and his hands ache in his lap as he sets the glass down on the coffee table with a careless thud. He scoffs, devoid of emotion, and dips his head so his chin is near his collarbones. In his lap, those hands shake. “Maybe don’t drink so much tonight.”

“I’m clearing my head,” he insists weakly. Those hands still shake.

Brows creased with a pinch, you swallow the unease and reach for his hands. Jeongguk doesn’t say anything as you do so, enveloping his hands in yours, and so suddenly the shaking ceases. Like trying to block the shakes from reaching his wrists, your hands keep his safe.

“I know,” you understand honestly, because you do know what he’s going through. “How about tea, or something? To calm down, calm down the mess that’s up in there.”

Your chin is on his shoulder, and he smiles softly. “Are you calling me messy?”

“Nah, I’m calling your brain messy,” you reply. “It’s a cruel fucking brain.”

“Hate my brain.”

“Today, we hate it.”

Jeongguk’s head turns slightly so that he can see you, and in his lap, his thumbs brush across your skin.

“Thank you,” Jeongguk says quietly, attempting a smile that doesn’t quite convince. It doesn’t necessarily have to, not tonight anyway. His phone continues to flash like a light show, Taehyung’s name in bold. “Fuck. I’ll take the call, and then I’ll come back to bed, okay?”

You nod, “Mm, okay. Want me to make a drink?”

“I don’t need it,” Jeongguk concludes. “Not today.”

(2) Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

Sometimes Jeongguk wakes up in the night due to nightmares, but tonight, it’s different.

Beside him, you stir uncomfortably and kick his leg for the fourth time. He huffs and looks over, trying to figure out if you’re awake and indignant, or lost in the dream. He settles on the latter when you strain out the name of your brother and his heart swoops with a dull ache.

“You’re just dreaming, baby, come on,” Jeongguk mutters quietly into your ear, holding you in place to calm the thrashing. “He’s not here anymore, I’m here. Y/N.”

It subsides after a few minutes, making it the longest you’ve gone on record. He looks into your sleepy, upset eyes as you break awake and brushes the hair out of your face. He tries to smile for you, and maybe you can’t see in the dark.

“I’ll get you some water,” Jeongguk suggests gently. “Hm? Sweet thing. It’s just a dream.” He says this into your hair in a hug, leaving a kiss on your temple as he breaks. “You’re fine.”

“I’m fine,” you breathe uneasily, and he separates to get a glass of water and returns to find you sleeping again. What relief Jeongguk might have is exhaled as he sets the glass on the bedside table, stroking your hair until he moves away with the sudden realisation that this is not a normal exchange.

Before Jeongguk decides to leave again, he makes sure the bed is made and that you are safe; he tucks the duvet in tightly and presses a kiss to your forehead before grabbing his coat by the front door and leaving your apartment, one tucked in the city so far that Jeongguk finds it a hassle to visit.

(3) Travelling long distances just to see them.

For three days now, you have been in Colmar, and Jeongguk is beginning to feel lonely. It had been his idea to send you away, when the heat on his long, long fued with a rival colleague threatened your safety. In return, you got a new apartment that Taehyung had found closer to Jeongguk’s own when your address got leaked, and Colmar could be considered a vacation if you pretended for long enough.

With tensions cool and the coast somewhat clear, Jeongguk picks the skin around his fingernails as a distraction before deciding that enough was enough. He missed you, and missed how you were always around for him when he needed you most. This is what drives him to jumping on a plane in his company’s name, and flying to France.

A small boat passes underneath the bridge you are standing on, and your hands dig into the barrier as you arch to smile at the tourists beneath. One catches a glimpse of your denim skirt and cherry print blouse in the sunshine and extends his hat with a wave, and you wave back. France is nothing like Seoul, and is indeed warm and fruitful and unique. The sun is hot, the sky is clear, and the streets are filled with an atmospheric buzz of friendliness, the smell of coffee and some food you don’t know yet entrapping your senses.

“Madame, je peux vous prendre en photo?”

Hearing the voice, you turn your body left and prepare to face the tourist, but instead you are welcomed with the sight of Jeongguk dressed in black, sunglasses sliding down his nose with a smile. He does hold a camera in his hands, although teasingly.

“Oui,” you quip, posing cutely and Jeongguk takes a photograph anyway, to humour the moment, to print when he gets back to Seoul. You join his laughter as he peers at the photograph and he walks without looking up towards you.

“When did you get here?” you ask him, a round of laughter from the little boat making you turn to stare at them with a giggle.

“Bout an hour ago,” Jeongguk replies, and he shuts off the camera and puts it in his coat pocket. It’s only a small camera, probably cost him a crumb to buy from a vintage store. He meets your eyes with a comfortable smile and rounds in, pressing your lower back against the bridge barrier and circling your arms around you. Carefully, then, he kisses you, tasting the suncream on your skin as his lips wander from yours to the skin around your face.

“Miss me?”

“Terribly,” Jeongguk responds. “I am so bored when you’re not around. You always have something to do, always have something to say.”

You hum in response. “I’m glad I’m of some entertainment for you.”

“Oh, for sure,” agrees Jeongguk. “I don’t think I’ve used my brain so often when I’m away from work as much as I do when I’m with you. Did you know that you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met?”

“Wow,” you exclaim with a smile. “Hire me.”

“Ha!” he remarks, kissing you again and taking your hand in his. He moves, back in the way you came. “Over my dead body.”

(4) Making their favorite meal when they are having a hard day.

“You.”

“Not now, Y/N, I’m working,” Jeongguk replies non committedly. He fists his hair.

“Not up for discussion right now,” you huff, and he has the nerve to glare at you which only makes you uncomfortably angry. “You haven’t eaten in fourty eight hours, and I’m not about to be held responsible for your death when you die of hunger, so get your ass in the kitchen before I dump this food over your stupid head.”

He challenges you. “You’re brave talking to somebody who could destroy your life like that.”

“Do it, I literally have nothing to lose,” you answer. “Please eat something. I made it with love and care.”

Jeongguk relents, sighing at his paperwork but nonetheless moving away from his home office and following you like a child towards the direction of the kitchen. He feels bad, you know he feels bad, and he circles his arms around your body as you walk, stumbling into the space of the kitchen and smelling the familiar aroma of pork rice stew. Alas, he sees the bowl steaming in his spot at the table and his eyes follow you as you hum and set start to washing the dishes.

“Y/N-”

“No words, just eating,” you instruct. “Bone apple tit.”

He grins, then, and takes a seat. “You know that’s not the phrase, right?”

“Tell that to Twitter,” you sigh.

(5) Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.

Jeongguk prefers to see you when he doesn’t have work the next day, because leaving when you’re asleep is an asshole move in any dictionary. So, when one of his men phones him at four in the morning and relays the horror that someone’s died on his property, Jeongguk has to fight the demons that almost convince him to hand the job over to somebody who gives a fuck about the intruder stuck on his barbed fence.

He gets up, anyway.

Next to him, in the bed that belongs to you because this is your new apartment, Jeongguk stares down at you and feels a tug in his stomach. Guilt, it follows him everywhere like a ghost.

Before he leaves, he likes to give you a little kiss for the morning, so the tingling sensation reminds you that despite being an asshole and leaving without properly saying goodbye, he still gives several shits about you, and will be back when he can be.

(6) Tucking your head into their neck during a hug.

Jeongguk wants to hang Taehyung for making him remember the reasons why you had to move across the city to a new apartment.

It had, of course, been Jeongguk’s fault, and when the notification came from an exhausted worker in his line of work that the alarm system in your apartment had been triggered for an intruder, Jeongguk remembers all he saw was red.

The front door was forced open, a body indent in the wood and the front porch ransacked and littered with shards of glass and bullets. Inside was no prettier, with mess scattered everywhere and photos smashed on the floors. The carpets were stained with red that Jeongguk prayed was just wine, the glass coffee table in two pieces and a knife covered in red on the floor. Jeongguk and his men, along with the few police officers Jeongguk could actually trust in this god-forsaken hellhole, noticed that the blood belonged to one of the intruders who lay dead on the stairs.

Nobody knows how Jeongguk got through the apartment so fast, and why, without any hesitation, he murdered the remaining intruders without suggesting questioning and torture. That was his go-to when it rarely concerned you. He wanted those stupid enough to even try and go after you to really fucking regret it as he picked off fingernails and made them suffer for hours or days. This time he just killed, and moved onwards, calling your name like a mantra.

Jeongguk could have cried when you emerged, petrified, from inside one of the closets. Upon seeing you, Jeongguk collapsed his gun on the floor and stepped towards you protectively, pulling you in tightly for a hug. Sobbing into his neck, you hugged him tighter, feeling finally safe when his hand held the back of your head, like you were a precious thing that was of value.

You were of the highest value to Jeongguk.

“Fuck you,” Jeongguk barks suddenly, and Taehyung shrugs and exits the office. All he had asked was if he loved you.

(7) Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise.

There might be the assumption that Jeongguk comes home with more bruises than you do. Which is true, technically, and there’s no hesitation from your end in nursing them to a comfortable recovery.

On rare occasion, Jeongguk comes home and finds you exhibiting a new purple blob on your skin. Like today.

Jeongguk hasn’t seen you in two days, and when he lets himself into your apartment with the key he has glued to him at all times, he follows the silence and light to the bathroom. You sit on the edge of your bathtub, gently rubbing cream on your knee in little circles.

“What happened here?” he asks quickly, and you continue rubbing with your tongue poking out between your lips.

“You’ll laugh, don’t ask,” you mutter.

“Hey, I won’t laugh,” Jeongguk says. He rests his weight against the doorframe, “You open the front door the wrong way again?”

Ha! You laugh humourlessly. “Worse!” You look up at him sadly, “I tripped in the parking lot carrying my groceries. It’s on camera and everything, I want to die.”

Jeongguk pokes the inside of his mouth to resist laughing. “Well, fuck. That’s your leg ruined.”

“I know,” you pout. “Good thing you’re my sugar daddy- wanna pay for cosmetic leg surgery?”

“I like your bruised up legs,” says Jeongguk.

“Me too, but not these ones.”

“Bruh, that’s enough cream on your skin,” Jeongguk exclaims, moving forward to snatch the cream from your hands. “More is not better. Come on, you’re okay.”

“It hurts.”

“Boohoo,” he sighs. You don’t move. “Ugh, whatever. Come’re.”

Jeongguk drops the cream tube onto the sink but it clatters into the bowl. He’ll move it later if he remembers to, and he pretends it’s hard to pick you up off the bathtub and carries you swiftly out of the bathroom and into the living room. Things have barely moved since he last came to visit; the swarms of paper still invade your coffee table and your laptop is on sleep mode by a half-empty coffee cup filled with hot chocolate, because he knows your standing on coffee. Everything is a lot messier now that you’ve decided you want to go back to school, but at least Jeongguk knows it keeps you busy when he’s away.

“Oh,” he says suddenly, as you’re sat down with one leg up around him still. He pokes at a spot on your leg and you squirm, “there’s another one.”

You peer to look, “Oh, yeah, that one’s you.”

“Oh.” He pauses, “Pretty, though.”

You huff like a little baby and he dares you with raised eyebrows. That keeps you silent and Jeongguk moves his body at an angle to the right, sweeping to kiss the bruise better, the bruise that he made a few nights ago with tender love and care.

“All better,” he assures.

“It feels better already.”

“Mm. Magic.”

(8) Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

“So, I was at a school fayre today.”

“Really?” Jeongguk sits with his laptop on his legs, and your legs are tangled around his body like some sort of jungle maze. He rarely works on his bed, not unless the work is sudden and he can’t help it. You’ve just come in, dived on the bed and claimed his waist as something to squeeze your legs around.

“Yep. Like, one of those little craft things where students sell their shit and make money from it. You know, supporting local artists! It’s really cute, if I was good at something I’d have participated.”

Jeongguk thinks of things you’re good at, and there’s a lot. “Aw. There’s always next year.”

“Yeah,” you reason. “Anyway- point is, is that I got you something.”

Jeongguk stills for a second, glancing over his right shoulder to see you, “Me?”

“Yep. You.”

“What did you get?” he asks, and then he’s back to checking blueprints.

You untangle your legs and slide off the bed, retreating to your bag slung across the room by the bedroom door. From here, you take out a small little pin-badge and when you’re sat next to Jeongguk again, you fiddle with it until it catches his attention.

“What’s this?” asks Jeongguk.

“It’s a badge of honour,” you claim, and you slip it into his palms. He fingers the front when he examines it, reading the little words of “Number One Dad” and he stares up at you. “Like it?”

“It’s for me?” he asks again.

“Yeah. You can wear it and like, I don’t know, think of me,” you shrug.

Jeongguk thinks for a moment. Even though it’s stupid, and cliche and a little bit embarrassing, he still thinks it’s funny and thoughtful.

“Want me to wear it to work?” he asks you.

“Oh, absolutely,” you encourage. “I’ll get Taehyung an uncle badge if he gets pissy.”

“Hey, you’re mine and he’s not allowed a relationship to you, no matter what definition,” Jeongguk pouts. “He wants a sugar niece, well...he’ll have to look somewhere else.”

You gape. “Wow. Who thought you had it in you to be so possessive.”

“Please, with a pussy like that of course I’m possessive,” he teases. He’s joking.

“My power,” you sigh anyway, and jump off the bed claiming that you’re hungry. Jeongguk looks at the badge again and pops it in his breast pocket before he loses it and regrets it.

(9) Participating in their hobby even if it doesn’t personally interest you.

Jeongguk’s bored out of his brain.

He has no idea how you can be so fascinated by this stupid game where you’re essentially in debt, but he still sits and watches you tour him around this weird island that is inhabited by ducks and an ugly gorilla villager dressed in pink. And to think that he had a part to play in all of this, because his bank account definitely helped pay for this Nintendo Switch and game.

“Do you like my beach?” you ask him. It’s literally just sand and one coconut tree, and a few shells by the water. Oh, there’s a beach chair on there too, but it makes little difference. “I’m poor, I can’t afford furniture yet.”

“Can’t you just make it?”

“I can, but I’m sick of making axes to collect wood,” you explain with a grudge against the fact that tools now break in this Animal Crossing game. Jeongguk hums like he’s invested, and he tries to be, because he cares about you too much to unintentionally hurt your feelings by displaying his crippling disinterest.

“Oh. Makes sense.”

“Can I show you my hybrid flower garden?”

He sighs. “Yeah, you wanted to show me all of your island, right?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Once you’ve had a tour, I can make you a profile and you can play too. You can live next door to me!”

“Why can’t we share a house?” Jeongguk presses.

“Because I don’t think it works like that, babe,” you confess. “Anyway. Here’s my garden.”

(10) Sitting in comfortable silence while eating a meal.

He’s tired. You’re tired.

The radio plays quietly updating Seoul on the fires that spread across the city today, and Jeongguk smells like smoke and salt. He keeps his head down as he eats his meal, something he brought home with him to make up for the fact that he’s been absent for almost a week now. You have so many things to say and he has so many things he needs to say to make up for everything, but nothing is said tonight.

You know he’s having a hard time, because Jeongguk’s been smoking again. He smoked on the balcony earlier, and once again in the bedroom. There are now ashtrays around your own apartment, and you don’t even smoke. Jeongguk takes a drink of bourbon and swallows it dry.

You look up at him from across the table, not wanting to press the issue when you know it’ll end in an argument, and then sex to make up for it. You’re both too tired to fuck today, too tired to speak. Just being in each other's company is enough for tonight. The only words he says are goodnight and something you don’t catch as you’re drifting off to sleep. Jeongguk’s awake all night, the fires burn until early hours, and the smoke smell is still there in the morning even when he isn’t.

#im sick of myself and my brain making new fics instead of finishing current ones #oh well #jungkook scenario #bts scenario #jeongguk scenario #jungkook x reader #bts #bangtan #bts imagine #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #jeongguk x reader #jeon jeongguk #jeon jungkook #jjk #bts mafia au #sugar daddy au #wordless

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I'm getting real bored arent i

anyway heres the types of symbiotes willing to be your family. and how they would be like. oh also this would take place before the adoption wars. I would have to say that each time you switch homes/symbiotes the more likely an adoption war is gonna happen, which is exactly what happens after you spend time with toxin.

venom, 8/10: honestly the best one out of the 5. besides toxin, hes the only one to make you feel at home at his apartment and treat you with respect. while hes obviously not a normal father, especially with venom, he really tries. he even has normal dinners with you since you, ya know, cant have humans, so he would bring something home to cook. by the end of your time with him, you're starting to warm up to him.

carnage, 6/10: am I being to lenient with that number? eh. anyway this dumbass would probably see you with venom and get jealous and ends up taking you away from venom for himself. hes like, the most irresponsible out of the 5. unlike venom and eddie, he doesnt even try to be a normal father, instead deciding that raising you like he wouldve raised his own children was much more better. he treats you with mild respect and is, for the most part, batshit insane. hell take you out only because he knows you will never be able to escape him, and he even taunts you to do it when you threaten to. basically he acts all chill until you start acting hysterically (which is totally understandable)

knull, 4/10: privacy? who that? hes like a overprotective mother who believes everything on a mommy blog. it's just that it's not a mommy blog it's those negative articles that attract a lot of attention which leads him to believe everything on earth is an absolute mess. it's a wonder how you even convinced him to let you stay there (with a body guard of course). he doesnt let you go anywhere he dosent want you too, and hell give you a piece of himself just so when he gets worried about you he wont have to send an entire army to McDonald's bc you were hungry and not answering. he was planning on giving you a symbiote "of your own", but in reality he created a symbiote that was loyal to only him and would protect you for eternity. unfortunately for him he never got the chance...

anti venom, 7/10: not that bad, but not the best. he gets really, really worried or anxious whenever your not within a 10 feet radius of him. he also doesnt let you have that much privacy, because when he did have you he kept you in a church all day. once you went to the bathroom without telling him and he panicked thinking you had left and you found the entire place thrown around becuase of the fact that he wasnt able to find you. living with him isnt a nightmare but it's not the best life out there.

toxin, 8/10: ok ok ok, while he isnt fatherly material hes brotherly material. he found you when you actually escaped the 4 other symbiotes, which is how he became your bigger brother. everytime you were taken to someone else's place, venom, anti, carnage and even knull he would always be lurking making sure that the fatherly symbiotes wouldnt harm you. this is also why they let their guard down around him, since he didnt seem to care for their rivalry. unfortunately for them he did. this is how the adoption wars started, when he would take you somewhere safe when they would fight, and when they couldnt fjnd you they blamed it on each other. this would continue for about a month in a half before the events of the story I wrote earlier happened where he was playing cards with you while the three other symbiotes duked it out. anti venom was just the one who told everyone where you were and you and toxin were just waiting for the winner to emerge and take you to get some food.

thanks for letting me say my bullshit, and this has been knull anon *draws a shitty spiderman logo with my left hand*

I’m living for what you’re offering!!🥰💞

I think Toxin is my favorite so far. He’s protective enough but he’s also chill about it. I get hella fun and crazy uncle vibes from Carnage. I feel that Venom and Knull are both mother hens but ones worse about it than the other. Knull would be the type to homeschool his kid while Venom is checking on them every so often but he let’s them go to school until there’s a reason otherwise. Meanwhile Anti Venom is having panic attacks when his bby isn’t in his sight for 0.01 second.

All the while Spider-Man is watching the chaos ensue.

#anxious answers

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Small Things (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Anon requested: “I have a request! BakugoxFemale Reader. Fluff please! Ok bit o context first, the reader has like a size manipulation quirk but cant really control it. Alrighty here’s the basic idea: so Baku picks a fight with her, The reader is very self conscious and stuff and tries to stop this because she knows its not a good idea. She ends up shrinking herself to 2 inches tall for a few days and has to stay with Baku. He ends up finding out that she likes him, and hijinks ensue, cuz he also likes her uwu.”

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Word count: 1,959

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: I’m really sorry this came out this late anon 😭 Please forgive me! Passover started this week and I was helping my parents clean house between my online classes, and I had no energy or time to be doing anything, so I’m sorry. I hope you still like this and you’ve been waiting patiently for it! I ended up changing the last part so Bakugou confesses first because that’s the logic that felt right with the characters, and I kept it a little shorter than I intended since I wanted to get this out asap, so I hope that’s okay.

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I want to die of embarrassment, I feel so small. No, seriously, I'm like two inches tall, I'd rather die.

As the rest of the class watches in horror, Denki had to be the idiot who breaks the silence into a fit of laughter. "(Y/n)'s a real midget now!" He's having himself a good time, doubled over like it's the first joke he's heard in his entire life, Sero and Mineta chuckling right next to him. If I hadn't messed up, I would've stormed over and punched them all out.

Unfortunately, mistakes have been made, mistakes I have no control over.

Bakugou had walked into the class in the morning while I was talking with the girls and challenged me to a fight in his cocky, brash manner. I, of course, refused because there's no way I'm facing someone like Bakugou and winning in a fight. My size manipulation quirk could be pretty useful and effective, but I don't have the best control over it. When it comes to shrinking and expanding other objects, I've already mastered it, and I'm great at manipulating my size to be bigger, but I've always refused to practice shrinking myself.

As I stepped backwards, shaking my head violently against his request, he gained each step back on me. "Whaddya mean 'no'?! You're telling me you're afraid?!" Bakugou bellowed.

I finally bumped into the back wall and screwed my eyes shut. "No, I don't want to, just leave me alone," I pleaded feebly.

Bakugou towered over me like a thug, his signature scowl morphed into his face. "Look at you. When you train and you're big, you're such a big baddie! Only when you're in your tiny, normal size, you act like a coward! You're nothing unless you're bigger, is that what you're telling me?! That you're useless and unconfident when you're this height, tiny?!"

I was so embarrassed by his insults. I was hearing exactly everything my thoughts say in silence, but said out loud so I had to face them, and everyone in the room heard them. They all probably think the same thing he does. I felt like crying as I curled into myself against the wall.

When I blinked my eyes open to wipe my tears, the first thing I saw was Bakugou's shoes. That's when I knew I'd messed up.

This is so much worse than being just shy of five feet.

After Kaminari's little chide, my face heats up in shame and a new set of tears starts to form.

"(Y/n)-chan!" Uraraka bends down, shock and sympathy mixed into her eyes. "Are you okay? I can't believe you finally shrank like this!"

I try using my quirk to grow back to normal size, but I can't. "I-I'm stuck," my voice shakes out, more high pitch than before.

She holds out her hand to the ground. I get on and curl up. "Just get me out of here, I've embarrassed myself enough."

"What's going on now?" Aizawa stands at the front of the classroom, arms crossed and aloof as ever. He's one hundred percent done with us at this point.

"(Y/n)-chan shrunk and she can't grow back to normal size, ribbit," Tsuyu explains.

Aizawa locks eyes with the fuming Bakugou in the back. "And I'm guessing you had something to do with that?"

The boy snorts. "How was I supposed to know she would freak out like that?!"

"Well, she's your responsibility now," our teacher orders. "You're gonna have to help her grow back to normal since you made her shrink. In the meantime, you'll have to take care of her needs."

Both of us are less than thrilled about that. Balugou shoots a death glare at me in Uraraka's hand. "Teme..."

Aizawa bristles, his scarf starting to levitate around his shoulders. He doesn't even have to do anything but stare down the boy so he snorts and sits at his desk, grumbling about his fate.

"It's okay, (Y/n)-chan, you can sit at my desk for now," Uraraka beams at me, setting me down on her desk for me to sit.

I bury my face in my hands. How did I get so misfortunate?

Aizawa wasn't kidding when he said Bakugou would take responsibility for me. The boy was forced to copy notes into my notebook after class, study with me, carry my bag, get my lunch, and other things I take for granted being normal size. However, even through all that, I still stayed two inches tall. As such Aizawa used his silent glare to pressure the unruly kid into keeping me in his room for the night just so we can hopefully talk over our differences.

"You better not pull anything weird, you hear me?" Bakugou warns me with a growl.

I'm perched on his shoulder as he walks us to his dorm room. I can't say I'm not nervous being alone with the boy for the first time, I'm not sure if he'll squish me like a bug or throw me out the window first chance he gets. As soon as we enter his room, he puts me down on his bed.

"Don't touch anything until I come back, stay right there," he points an accusing finger at me before grabbing some lounge clothes and heading into his bathroom to change.

I nod my head quickly, scared out of my mind and already on edge. I swing my legs off the end of the bed as I wait, my heart hammering in my small chest. I'm afraid that he'll start throwing more insults at me once we get to talking again, and then I'll end up disappearing into the size of an eyelash. Burying my head in my hands, I quietly groan to myself. I'll never be good at my quirk, will I?

"Why are you crying again?"

I jerk my head up and compose myself, avoiding his eyes. "No reason."

Bakugou rolls his eyes and sighs exasperatedly, kneeling down in front of me to stay level. "If we're gonna talk, you have to look at me at least."

Clasping my hands together on top of my lap, I tap my thumbs together nervously. "I can listen to you fine even if I'm not looking at you," I retort, too soft and unsure for me to sound convincing. If anything, it gives away how nervous I am.

Another annoyed sigh leaves his lips and he aggressively scratch his head. "Fine, I'll just talk then," he grumbles before taking a breath.

I steel myself for his potential yelling, squeezing my eyes closed again like the coward I am.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, dumbass. I'm sorry I even asked you to fight me in the first place if it made you that nervous."

I relax all my face muscles and ease open my eyes. Bakugou's not looking at me, but I can tell that he means it, even if he still sound aggressive about it.

"I don't know why you'd feel nervous about fighting me when you'd probably kick my ass no question, all you'd really have to do is make yourself bigger and crush me or make an object twice my size and knock me over the head with it, but whatever. I didn't ask you to fight me just to pick on you. I don't pick fights with people I know aren't worth my time.

My stomach stirs. He believes in me? He thinks I can stand against him?

"You're always so confident in your quirk during practice that I didn't think it would be a big deal, so when you were backing down like you were scared, it wasn't right. I thought you were just holding back from me. Until I realized you're actually scared. And then I tried taunting you because I know you're capable of doing better, I thought I could somehow get you to open up and get you fired up to show me otherwise, but I guess it had the opposite effect." He finally looks me hard in the eyes, making me gulp at the intensity they burn with. "I know you need to hear someone say this. You're not weak, you're strong and you can kick anyone ass if you wanted to, whether you're small or big, and I admire that about you."

My breath catches in my throat.

"Yeah, it's better to look all scary when you're bigger, but being smaller has advantages in a fight. You can maneuver better, you have the element of surprise, you can reach places no one else can. You're not nothing without being big, you still have a lot going for you. You don't need to cower in fear just because you're smaller than most people. I know you're self-conscious about your height the way you are, and that's what makes you lean into expanding yourself, but..." His face turns slightly pink and he struggles to get his next words out, finally saying them quickly like he's ripping off a bandage, "I like your height just the way you are."

My heart skips a beat at that. I'm already touched and rendered sheepish by the amount of praise he's showering me with, but the last one is a nail in the coffin. He likes my height.

Before I know it, I'm no longer looking up at him, instead looking down. Holding my hands out in front of me to confirm it's not an illusion, I dart back and forth between them and Bakugou's blank face. It took that kind of sentence from him to put me back to normal, how embarrassing!

"Huh, so that's all it took." I'm more frightened of the smirk growing on his face as he stands and leans over me sitting down on his bed.

I clench my fists and prepare for a world of teasing only for him to place his hand on my head. Instinctively, I look up only for him to lean down and place his lips on my forehead. If my cheeks were pink before, they're certainly rose red now. "It's very hard to kiss your forehead when you're only two inches tall," is the smooth line that rolls off his tongue. "That's another thing I like about your height, it's perfect for me to plant surprise kisses on your head whenever I want."

"B-Bakugou?" I finally summon words, only for them to be this dumb.

His hand slides down from the top of my head to my cheek. "I like you, stupid."

Another throb in my chest.

"I was gonna confess to you somehow at the end of our fight, but you freaked out and ended up the size of Tinker Bell, which was actually cute the way you sat on my shoulder around school for the past few days." His smirk briefly softens into a genuine smile, one that takes me a moment to process in case I was hallucinating it. "Well, I'd rather you give me an answer quickly before you end up shrinking yourself for another week. What's it gonna be?"

My mind still reels over everything he's just admitted to me, overwhelming myself to the point where tears well up in my eyes again. "I don't think you'll like how emotional I am," I rub my face and try to play it off. "It might annoy you after a while."

Bakugou sits down next to me and wipes my eyes with his thumbs gently. "Did I also mention you're the perfect height for to also wipe your tears away like this? I don't believe in that destiny crap, but I think it means something."

With that, I collapse my small body into his chest, my embrace around him providing my answer to his proposal.

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