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lowkeyremi · 2 months

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"I'M PREGNANT"

How they react when you tell them you're pregnant ! ft. gojo, geto, choso, toji, and nanami (fem reader)

content: no curse!au, fluff, slightly suggestive, mentions of infertility (choso), mentions of a miscarriage, established relationship (marriage + dating), children, families.

Gojo Satoru

Upon arriving home from another stressful day of work, Satoru looks around for his loving, beautiful, awesomest (his words not yours), girlfriend.

"UGHH I had a HORRIBLE day today. Baby, where are you so I can tell you all about it?!!" He takes note of how most of the lights are off and he can't smell dinner. Even on your worst work days you always make dinner, so there are two things Satoru can think of off the top of his head. A. You're out with friends and forgot to tell him or, B. Something is really wrong and you're hiding from him.

His stomach drops at the idea of option B, and as much as he'd like to eliminate that option it is very possible.

"[name]? Where are you?" He asks loud enough for you to hear it from your shared bathroom. You stare silently at the three positive pregnancy tests on the floor next to you. You know it's only a matter of time before he figures it out because he's used your real name instead of a pet name.

"If you're cheating on me then don't worry. I'll only kill the bastard who dared to make a move on you." If you weren't so stressed from your current situation you might have laughed at the fact that Satoru is a clueless idiot. Why would you cheat on him?

He starts walking deeper into the apartment. Into your room, you note, because you can hear his soft footsteps.

"Tell the coward to come out, babe. I bet he's in there with you fearing for his life right now." His voice sounds deadly but you know deep inside he's probably devastated thinking you've cheated on him.

"It's just me 'Toru. I.. I um. I need a minute." He shuffles outside of the door. If you're correct he's probably pressing his ear to the door to listen for another man's voice.

"I'm unlocking the door." He says, and fuck, you forgot that there's that little key at the top of the door to unlock it.

"Toru don't!" He unlocks the door pushing it open to reveal what's going on. It all happens too fast, you launch to try and close the door. In the process, one of the three tests gets kicked. His eyes draw to the moving object. They focus in on the test and he about falls to the ground.

"B-baby.. what are those?" The silence after his sentence is so loud that you could hear the busy city life outside of the bathroom window.

"You know what they are Satoru." He makes his way over to you embracing you so delicately like he'd break you if he squeezed any harder.

"Am I gonna be a daddy?" The question is whispered softly into your ear. Your tears fall landing on his shoulder.

"If you want to keep the baby, then yes." Ultimately it's not his choice, he knows that, but he also understands that this statement you've mentioned means you've already made your decision to keep the little baby forming inside of you.

"Fuck yeah I wanna keep it! Hope it looks like me so you have two adorably cute people to look at everyday. Also what the hell, my pull out game sucks!" He starts muttering to himself about how he could have sworn he hadn't cum inside of you recently.

All your anxiety subsides, and is replaced with faint annoyance when you roll your eyes.

"I'm having second thoughts." He doesn't realize you're joking because of how serious you look.

"Waittttttt I take it back!! The baby can look like you instead PLEASEEEEE PLEASEE KEEP IT." It's astonishing how your boyfriend can go from thinking you've cheated on him to being a sap in a matter of seconds.

Geto Suguru

"Sugu... can we go get some food?" This is the sixth night in a row you've asked this question. At first, Suguru just thought you had the munchies, but after observing you, he thinks there could be a different reason for your sudden change of behavior.

"It's 2:30 in the morning doll.." You sit up sleepily to check your phone and sure enough there are about two minutes until it's 2:30 am.

"How do you do that, Sugu?" He shrugs matching your previous actions.

"You seem to be having munchies every night? You getting enough to eat?" You nod meekly to answer his question. He suspects that you're pregnant but he's not sure how to bring it up.

"I have, but I dunno.. I've just been having these crazy food dreams that make me so hungry. I don't know where it's even coming from." He responds with a nod.

You take note of how he scratches the back of his neck, when he does that he's usually thinking.

"What's on your mind, Sugu?" He sighs inwardly as you get up out of bed to go make your latest craving: pork cutlet rice bowl with a fried egg on top. You didn't even really eat pork much but now you will destroy a pork cutlet bowl.

"I think you might be pregnant." You stop as soon as those words leave his mouth. The tension in the room rises as you try to find words to say.

"I- what? What makes you say that?"

"I mean think about it, last month I came inside of you like three or four times, which is enough to get you pregnant. On top of that you were testing out that new birth control since the other one was giving you weird side effects, and now you're craving pork. You don't even like pork." His reasoning makes since, but you're in denial right now.

"...That's a strong claim to make.... I mean what if it's just munchies?" He rubs his temple before getting out of the bed to join you in a hug.

"I'm not saying you are. I'm saying I think you are. If you are, you know I'll be there every step of the way with whatever decision you choose to make." He's so understanding, it's one of the many things you love about him.

For his sake you guys go out and buy a test for you to take. You took two of them, both showing a '+'.

"Well, it looks like you're gonna be a papa, Sugu." You say handing him the test, so he can see for himself.

"You're going to make an amazing mother, my love."

Kamo Choso

The both of you were clueless to the symptoms. He'd told you it's unlikely he'd ever get you pregnant because his sperm was tested, and he's very much infertile.

So, imagine his surprise when he sees a box of pregnancy tests under the bathroom sink while he's looking for a new tube of toothpaste.

You've already left for work so he'll wait for you to return to ask you about it.

He's excited, honestly. Choso has always wanted to start a little family with you, but he figured his infertility would stop that from happening. His doctor suggested adoption or a sperm donor. The two of you quickly ruled out the second option, it just didn't feel right to you guys.

The topic of adoption has been brought up here and there. You've both considered it deeply.

Choso can't sit still, he's off work today and the excitement within him will not fade away. All day long he's humming and practicing what he'll say to you when you get home. He even started looking at baby stuff.

When he hears the door unlock he's quick to act, greeting you at the door with kissing and smiles.

"Hey baby." His smile reaches his eyes, something it hasn't done in a little while.

"Hey, Cho. You seem to be in high spirits today."

"You're pregnant?" He blurts out the question without even thinking. Shit.. he was gonna try to ease into it.

"How'd you find out? Gosh did your stupid brother tell you? I was gonna surprise you!!" Confusion takes over your face when he gasps.

"You told Yuji before me? Baby.. how could you?" He's only half joking, he's a little bit sad, of course.

"I needed to tell someone!! I wanted to surprise you. I knew you were gonna be so excited." You pull him into a hug. He quickly reciprocates forgetting why he was even upset in the first place.

"Oh, I found out because the box of tests were under the sink."

"I probably should have hidden them better..."

Fushiguro Toji

Even though this is your second baby, telling him will never get any easier. When you'd told him about your first daughter he was indifferent about it. He'd go to great lengths to avoid you. Since you couldn't get through to him your only option was to call your step-son, Megumi.

He guessed that Toji was trying to figure out how to come to terms with being a father again. You had confronted your husband and he did admit to trying to understand the changes that would be made to your lives.

He said that his first daughter with you was his first and last child with you. You agreed with him because you only wanted a small little family. That was about three years ago. Here you are sitting on your bed looking at the test. Your daughter is playing on the floor with her toys.

"Mama, what wrong?" For her age she's quite perceptive. She must get that from Toji you think.

"Remember when you were telling Mama that you wanted a little sister or brother?" You'll break the news to her first. Her reaction will be the cuter and less stressful one.

"Mhm." Toji insisted on getting a bed frame that's somewhat high off the ground, so your little girl is standing right next to the bed waiting for you to pick her up.

Her deep green eyes stare deep into your soul as do your husband's eyes when he looks at you. She's sitting with her legs folded on your bed waiting for you to continue.

"Well.. you're going to have a little sibling." She springs up like a rocket, cheering in happiness.

"And when were you planning to tell me?" Your eyes quickly flicker over to the door frame which Toji is leaning against. There's a smug look on his face, nothing malice. Maybe he wants another one?

"Uh- Toji, baby, I was going to tell you soon. I just... Nami, my sweet girl? Can you go play with toys while mama and dad talk?" With ease she slides off your bed and walks out of your room.

Toji closes the door behind her ensuring she doesn't get nosy. "I didn't know how to tell you. You seemed really set on only having one.."

"I say stupid stuff all the time then change my mind. Do you really think I'd get mad at you for being pregnant? I'm the one who got you pregnant."

For once you don't know what to say.. you did think he'd be upset. Now that he's reassuring you all your anxiety washes away.

"I mean if it's another girl I might end it all." He's only joking, but you think another girl would be pretty funny.

"You're so stupid." He smirks at you, "You like it." Toji's not wrong, you do like it.

Nanami Kento

He could tell before you could. Everything started to add up when you complained about your back hurting, you hadn't mentioned period cramps in awhile and you seemed to be more clingy than Kento's ever seen you before.

It would make sense, he thinks. You'd gotten off of birth control last year and he stopped using condoms when you two got married. He wants kids more than you do, he believes. That want became more prominent after your first baby died three months into the pregnancy.

It would be cute to see you walk around with a round belly, complaining about little things like not being able to put your shoes on, or something of the sorts. He could once again experience that paternal feeling he felt awhile back.

"Honey, what're you daydreaming about now?" You ask joining him on the couch.

"Do you think you might be pregnant?" He asks suddenly taking you by surprise.

"I haven't really thought about it but it would make sense. The aches, cravings, yeah." If he were any normal man he'd get you a pregnancy test, but honey, this is Nanami Kento. You have a doctor's appointment scheduled for the next day.

When you arrive at your appointment with your husband the doctor has you pee in a little cup and he asks a bunch of boring but necessary questions.

On the drive home you notice Kento tapping the wheel to the tune of the song you're playing. He's never really liked your music tastes so he must really be excited.

"I can't wait to get the results." You nod in complete bliss. You're still trying to process the potential pregnancy. There was a time in the past; two months after you'd gotten off your birth control, you ended up pregnant but unfortunately your little baby passed away before being born.

There's hope in your heart that this baby is here to stay... a rainbow baby.

Within a few hours the doctor calls your husband telling him the results are positive. You're going to be a mother if this baby stays strong.

"We're going to be parents." He's so excited but he tries to contain his excitement.

"You're going to be a great daddy, Ken." He smiles dreamily at you. This is a dream come true to him. He couldn't think of anything better.

"I just know this is the one, Honey. We aren't going to lose this one." He tells you quietly with a little smile and you trust him. After all, Kento would never lie to you.

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7ndipity · 10 months

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When they call you clingy

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: different scenarios in which they've called you clingy.

Warnings: angst, swearing, depression, jk calls himself an idiot, not proofread.

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon for this request! I'm gonna be honest, these are all over the place. Some are angsty, some are fluffy, Jimin's is just straight-up comfort because apparently he's part of my emotional support squad. Idk, I hope you like them anyway!

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Seokjin: Bickering with Jin was something that happened often, usually over something you both knew was ridiculous to fight over, like the validity of mint chocolate as an ice cream flavor, but both of you were too stubborn to back down.

Tonight's argument: whether holding hands while sleeping was clingy or not.

"I think it's nice." You argued.

"That's because you're clingy!" He retorted.

"I'm clingy?" You asked, offended. "Have you seen you?"

"What?"

"Last week at that party, you couldn't stand me being more than five feet away from you!"

"That's cause Wooseok kept staring at you and I didn't want him trying to make a pass at you." He exclaimed.

You blinked. "That was why?"

"Yes!"

You paused, caught of guard by his admission. "That's kinda sweet."

"Because I'm a sweet boyfriend." He said, still slightly defensive.

"You are." You assented, coming over and kissing him, making him finally crack and give you a small grin.

"Can we please just go to bed now?" He asked.

"Will you let me hold your hand?"

He sighed. "Yes."

"Then yes."

Yoongi: It was late in the afternoon when you brought him a coffee while he was working on his laptop and, noticing the concentrated frown on his face, leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Agh, clingy." He grumbled, not with any venom, just his usual tone, but it was still enough to make you draw back, excusing yourself so he could work.

Were you clingy? You knew you were more physically affectionate than he was, but he'd never seemed to find it bothersome, but you couldn't help second guessing yourself after his comment.

Later, when he came through to join you, he noticed you were a bit quiet, but didn't think much of it at first, until you sat down on the opposite end of the sofa from him.

"C'mere." He said, patting the space next him.

"I'm good here right now." You said, making him frown in confusion.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"No."

"Then why are you way over there?"

"I'm just trying to give you some space."

"I don't want space." He pouted.

"But you said I was clingy."

"I didn't say it was a bad thing." He said, sliding over next to you. "You know I'm not the best at showing my feelings, but that's one of the things I admire about you. You're not afraid to be the one to reach out first, and sometimes I need that. I need clingy."

"Really?" You quirked a brow at him.

"A little, just a little." He warned, trying to hold his hands up in defense, but it was too late, you'd already tackled him.

Hoseok: It was a clear night as the two of you walked around the city, enjoying one of your first proper date nights since he'd got back from tour, and you were taking full advantage of it, trying to keep as close to him as possible, whether holding his hand or wrapping your arms round his waist.

"My clingy baby." He chuckled as you wound yourself around him yet again. It wasn't said unkindly, but for some reason the word kept bouncing around in your head, making you self-consciously shift back to just holding hands. Were you being too clingy? You had always thought that Hobi liked your affectionate nature, but now you were worried if it was a little too much, even for him. Noticing your change in mood, he gave your hand a little squeeze. "You okay?"

"Mhm." You hummed, still thinking.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Am I being too clingy?" You asked, glancing over him.

"What?! Of course not!" He said, stunned. "I was just teasing you earlier, Baby. Trust me, you could never be too clingy for me."

"You sure?" You asked.

"Definitely." He said, opening his arms. "Now get back over here."

Namjoon: Joon had been working almost non-stop for weeks and you could tell it was taking a toll on him, the fatigue clear on his face, but he rebuffed you at every attempt to try and help him relax.

"Can you just give me some goddamn space, you're so clingy!" He'd finally snapped one evening, the final straw in your mind.

That was three days ago, and you hadn't been back to his place since, ignoring his calls and texts. You hated shutting him out the same way he had done you, but you also weren't going stand by and put up with his behavior anymore. If it was space that he wanted, he could have it.

Until you open the door the next morning to a very disheveled looking Joon.

"What are you-?"

"I'm sorry." He blurted out. "For acting the way I have, and for yelling at you like that. I know you just trying to look out for me, you didn't deserve any of that." He paused to catch his breath, seeming to brace himself before looking back up at you. "The past few days have been absolute hell without you, but it made me realize how much I love you, and I know it's shitty timing to say that, but I-"

You shut him up with a quick kiss, knowing if you didn't stop him, he would probably keep talking for at least a half hour.

"You wanna come in?" You asked, to which he quickly nodded.

He still had some apologizing to do, but it was a start.

Jimin: Some day are just shit. Some days feel like you're just circling the drain, constantly the verge of tipping over the edge into the deep abyss, and all you want is something to hold onto and keep you from falling.

Which is why, when Jimin came home late that evening and fell on the bed next to you, you had immediately wrapped yourself around him and refused to let go.

"What's got you so clingy?" He'd teased, trying to tilt your chin up, but you wouldn't let him, tucking your face further into his neck.

"Babe?" He asked, more worried now, noticing you shaking slightly against him. "What's wrong?"

You just shook your head. "Bad day."

"I'm sorry." He said softly, understanding the situation now. "Can I do something? Do you need anything?"

"Just you." You mumbled, your breathing unsteady as you tried to keep from crying.

He held you tighter. "I'm here. I've got you."

Taehyung: "I like this." He mumbled, tracing patterns along your back with his fingers.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm, I like it when you're clingy."

As soon as he'd walked through the door, you had latched onto him, having not seen him in over two weeks while he was traveling.

You frowned, propping yourself up on your hands to look at him. "I'm not clingy."

"That would sound a lot more convincing if you weren't laying on top of me right now." He chuckled.

Shooting him a look, you moved to roll off of him, but he stopped you, holding you tightly by the waist. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I don't wanna be clingy." You said stubbornly.

"But I like it!" He laughed.

"Well, I don't! Being clingy isn't supposed to be a good thing!" You said.

"I think it is, at least the way you do it." He said, rubbing circles on you sides with his thumbs. "It's nice to know that you like me as much as I like you."

"So, you're admitting you're clingy too?" You poked him.

"You had to ask?" He suddenly rolled till you were pinned under him. "Darling, you have no idea how clingy I can be."

Jungkook: It had caught you off guard when you overhead him talking to one of his friends after dinner. "Y/n's the same way, they're so clingy!" He'd laughed. It might have only been a joke, but it cut you deeper than you cared to admit.

You knew you tended to stick him more when you went out, but he'd always seemed okay with it. Till now now anyway.

For the rest of the evening, you couldn't help but shy away a bit from him, keeping a little distance between you, causing him to grow increasingly confused.

"Are you mad a me?" He asked, once you were alone in the car.

"Do you really think I'm clingy? You asked, not bothering to beat around the bush.

"What?"

"That's what you said to Mingyu." You said, looking down.

"That was- I was just joking around." He said trying to keep his tone light, but it became clear by your lack of response that you weren't amused. "I don't think you're clingy."

"Then why say it?"

"Because-" He sighed. "Because I'm an idiot. I was just trying to be cool, and I know that sounds dumb and childish, but I don't know how else to explain it." He looked over at you. "I'm sorry."

You studied him for a moment. "I expect cuddles as compensation for this."

"Of course." He agreed.

"And don't call my boyfriend an idiot."

"You got it." He grinned at you, starting the car.

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merlinmarvelandother-oneshots · 5 months

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Sorry, I meant to send an ask yesterday, but I got carried away 😅

So what about ut, us, uf and ht (you can ignore the last one if you want to don't worry) and how they would be with a reader that hides the fact that they're physically hurt.

Maybe they went hiking with the skellie, and they tripped and pretended that it was only a little scratch when days later they see quite a big wound that's infected.

It's a bit gross, so it's okay if you don't do it, don't worry :)

Have a good day/night and be safe

-💀

UnderTale, UnderSwap, UnderFell, and HorrorTale skellies react to a reader hiding that they're injured

you had gotten in a little tussle with a fallen branch walking home. you were completely oblivious, and tripped right over it. it hurt to walk on, and you soon noticed it swelling. it wasn't... sprained, right? nah, of course not! you brushed it off, thinking that it would be just fine in a day or two.

but until then, you might want to put some ice on that.

and so you did. for three days, with no sign of improvement. you tried keeping it a secret, but then your s/o came home while you were putting ice on it, right on the couch beside the door, and...

UnderTale:

Sans:

-he walks into the house, immediately heading for the couch.

-"hey, y/n, i'm ho- you alright? what happened to you?"

-"oh! sans, hi, i didn't expect you home so early!" you wave frantically to draw his eyes away from your ankle.

-"yeah... work was slow, so i came home. whats going on? you're acting weird."

-"pshh, don't be silly, nothing's wrong! absolutely nothing!"

-he sighs.

-"my whole shtick back in the underground was that i can see peoples stats. your HPs lowered, you're acting really awkward about your leg, and you're trying to hide an ice pack from me. i know, i saw it when i walked in. so, im gonna ask you again. whats going on?"

-you sighed. he caught you, he always did.

-"i dont know what's up. I tripped a few days ago and my ankle just started swelling. I'm gonna give it a few more days before I see a doctor, just to see if it heals on its own."

-"alright then," really? that's it? not going to insist you see someone? well, that's great for you! "I'm going to grillby's. wanna come?"

-you nodded your head.

-"cmon, let's take a shortcut."

-he took you to the fucking ER.

Papyrus:

-you look up after hearing the door open and you heard a crash.

-he had gone grocery shopping, apparently, because his bags were sprawled on either side of him on the floor.

-his jaw was only half hinged, that's how bad you scared him.

-as in it dropped. almost fully.

-he suddenly runs to your side (re-hinging his jaw on the way) and kneels by your side.

-"HUMAN, what ever is the matter? is it serious? does it hurt? will it need stitches? should i take you to-"

-"Paps! i'm okay. i think it's just sprained, i'll be alright," you tries to reassure him.

-"SPRAINED? oh, HEAVENS no, i must take you to the doctor right away!"

-you sigh. "Papyrus, it isn't that big of a deal. i'm sure it'll be alright in a few days."

-"absolutely not! what if it's worse than you think? it could kill you!"

-he really thought a sprained ankle could kill you? he may be clueless about human injuries, but at least he cares!

-you don't have too much time to reply before he picks you up, puts you in the car, buckles you up (because heaven forbid something ELSE happen to you, ESPECIALLY under his watch) and brings you to the ER.

UnderFell:

Sans:

-he literally did not notice.

-he grumbles a quiet, "hey," before trotting upstairs into his room.

-it isn't until several days later when the pain has worsened and you cannot walk on it that he asks what the fuck is going on.

-you explained that you had tripped a few days ago, and it got swollen, and you thought that it would just go away, but it's been getting worse and worse since it happened.

-"fuckin' idiot," he groaned. "i'm dating a goddamn moron! alright, get in the car. i'm takin' you to a hospital."

-he's groaning the entire way.

Papyrus:

-as soon as he lays eyes on you, he sighs.

-"what did you do this time?"

-what the hell did he mean, 'this time'? he CANNOT be holding you accountable for that one time you got a concussion! that was HIS fault!

-"hey! you BETTER not be talking about-"

-"about the concussion," he cut you off. "yes, yes, i'm aware, you believe that incident to be my doing. however, i can GUARANTEE that this is not! now, tell me what happened. i expect a full explanation."

-you rolled you eyes and told him, feeling a little pissed off about his crossed arms and tapping foot, although you couldn't fully blame him. the whole situation WAS a little silly, now that you have to say it out loud.

-he scoffed when you finished talking. such a silly thing! why the HELL didn't you immediately see a doctor? swelling is NEVER normal!

-how did he, a skeleton monster who had gone most of his life without so much as seeing a human, know more about human anatomy than a fully grown human adult?

-and how did he, an esteemed member of the royal guard, end up in a relationship with such a fool?

-"get yourself looking decent. we are visiting the hospital to get you proper treatment."

-'looking decent', you looked fi-! no, you didn't, nevermind.

UnderSwap:

Sans:

-"hey, y/n, Alphys let out training early, so i'm back! what are you doing?"

-you scrambled to hide the ice pack and hike your pants back over your ankle. "oh, uh. . . nothing," you said sheepishly in reply, a fake grin appearing on your face.

-"oohhhh, no no no. i know that look. you're hiding something. best be honest now."

-damn him! how DARE he know you so well!

-"i think i did something to my ankle," you muttered.

-"hmm. . . let me see."

-he walked over and inspected your ankle for a few moments.

-"it looks sprained. when did this start?"

-"a few days ago. i tripped and it started swelling."

-he gave your ankle ankther quick look.

-"and why didn't you tell me?"

-"well, i thought it would go away at first. i was going to tell you, if it didn't. i was just going to wait a few days."

-"well, there's no need! i'm taking you to a doctor."

-he helped you stand and let you use him as something like a crutch, so you wouldn't have to put too much weight on your injured foot.

Papyrus:

-you look up to see him standing, eyebrows furrowed (you know what i mean sans does it in the main game) looking at you.

-"anything you want to tell me?"

-"ah, nothing. . . i'm just gonna go to a doctor if this doesn't start getting better."

-you knew the look he was giving you. he wanted to know what happened.

-"i tripped a few days ago and my ankle started swelling. nothing major. it's just a little sore."

-"mmm. i'm sure. you have five minutes, then i'm taking you to a doctor," he said as he laid on the couch beside you.

-"no, Paps, there's really no need-" you were interupted by snoring. but you knew that didn't mean you were off the hook. he would be awake in five minutes EXACTLY, whether you were ready to go or not.

HorrorTale:

Sans:

-he kinda just stands there for a few moments after he sees you with the ice pack.

-ice pack means something's wrong, because he doesn't see food around, but his skull injury makes figuring anything else out difficult.

-ice pack. . . on your ankle. . .

-it doesn't matter what's wrong. he just knows something is. so, he comforts you! in the only way he knows how!

-which is a BONE-CRUSHING hug.

-and because you're sitting, and he's standing over you, leaning down to hug you, it's a very awkward angle. leading to a lot of bones jabbing into uncomfortable places.

-you know you can't really do anything to get him off of you, so you just wait it out.

-"i'm alright, Sans. it isn't anything major. i'm about to go to a doctor!"

-he was going to tell you to anyway. you just got that part out of the way.

-his time in the underground under Undyne's rule made him very paranoid about the health of those he loves, so no matter how big the injury, you MUST see a doctor.

-it's not up for debate.

-he drives you because he doesn't want you to have to put any more strain on your ankle.

-(should he even have a drivers license? questionable...)

Papyrus:

-he has a puzzled look on his face.

-that. . . he suspected that wasn't a good sign.

-"y/n. . . i don't suppose you want to tell me what is going on?"

-"oh," you nervously laughed. "no biggie. just tripped a few days ago, it kinds hurts. if it doesn't feel better tomorrow i'm seeing a doctor."

-"hmm. i shall hold you to that."

-you laughed. you bet he would.

-spoiler alert, he did.

(a/n: sorry if this is totally inaccurate to having a sprained ankle, it just seemed like a good scenario, and i was too in the writing groove ((once i actually started)) to do much research)

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irisintheafterglow · 2 months

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(approaching you like the homeless ant meme) enemy frat!suguru pt 3?

LMAOO of course anon my friend if you ask i will provide <3 hope you like it since i've missed writing him :)) please welcome back enemy frat!suguru !!!

cw: down BAD suguru, mentions of sex/hookup culture, swearing, implied fem!reader but they/them pronouns used <3

there must have been something in the air of that garden, since his chest was constricting him more than the droves of sorority girls and frat boys present for the joint philanthropy event.

"holy fuck," he breathes, or at least tries to. his pulse was racing but his legs were frozen in place, all of his attention going toward trying to breathe properly. he swallows thickly and it doesn't help, and his hands feel like they're slowly starting to drip with sweat. all because you had to appear in the doorway.

"aw, is that them? they look beautiful," satoru comments. suguru can only manage a weak mhmm before he turns away, blinking rapidly and exhaling so deeply it sounds like a dying animal. "shit, man. you good?" suguru throws his roommate a shaky thumbs-up, leaning the other hand on the wall and barely able to keep himself upright.

"i don't know what the hell is happening to me," he manages to choke out. "my heart feels like it's about to rip itself from my chest." with a wild-eyed expression, he glances at satoru only to find his best friend smirking, amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes. "what the fuck do you look like that for?"

"pull yourself together, suguru. if i had known you would be this affected seeing the love of your life, i would have brought my camera," satoru remarks all too casually, shooting nearby spectators a casual smile. suguru makes a noise of suffering from his throat and satoru thinks he's trying to say 'fuck you.'

"they're not the love of my life," suguru says after several seconds of catching his breath. "they're a fling. a good time."

"have you asked them for sex?" he turns to satoru like he'd just suggested setting your sorority house on fire.

"what the hell? of course not."

"it's not a fling, then."

"how would you know?"

"your flings are only physical, but this is something more than that. plus, you wouldn't be this emotional if they were anything otherwise," satoru points out, and suguru is too flustered to admit that he's right.

"i'm not being emotional," he hisses, pulling the band from his hair and turning it into a neater half-bun. "i just think they're a good time without the sex."

"and i think you're lying to yourself," satoru concludes, giving his delusional friend a pat on the back before disappearing into the crowd. before suguru has the chance to chase him down, you're standing in front of him with two cups of punch in your hands.

"what'd satoru say to make you so distraught?" you ask with a smile, handing him one of the cups. he takes an indulgent sip to avoid answering you immediately, the silence allowing him to slow his thoughts. your sisters, for the time being, were nowhere to be found, so he had at most five minutes of conversation before they whisked you away.

"don't remember, probably somethin' stupid," he lies. you consider him curiously and he prays that he doesn't look like a mess; if you notice something off about him, you thankfully don't comment on it. "you look nice."

"just nice?"

"what else do you want me to say?"

"that we can get the hell out of here whenever i want to leave." he chuckles, gently guiding you out of the walkway and into a quieter corner of the courtyard. your voice softens when other students are well out of earshot, saying, "your face is flushed. what's wrong?"

"it's nothing. don't worry about it," he reassures you, mustering as much courage as he can to not look like an idiot.

"i am gonna worry about it if you don't tell me," you murmur, stepping closer in the darkness. he prays you couldn't hear him gulp from the intoxicating smell of your perfume drawing him in, in, in. "i worry about you more than i'd like to admit."

"tell me more about how much you think about me, sweetheart," he says in a low tone and you scoff, unable to stop the unconscious desire to be as close to suguru as humanly possible.

to the untrained eye, everything about the situation was innocent, an intimate conversation between friends at most. but, if they looked closer, they would see suguru's eyes unable to decide whether to look at your eyes or your lips, or even further down as they rake across your dress. they would see your fingers brush away loose strands of hair and carefully tuck them behind his ear, your fingertips lingering on his skin in a way that makes him feel like he's been set on fire.

in the unlit corner of the school's philanthropic event, suguru realized that satoru was right. everything about you changed him, his mind, and how he viewed the future. all he wanted was to be yours until time stopped moving and space stopped expanding; even then, he knew he would find you in any other lifetime. his only worry was whether you could fathom how eager he was to lose himself in you.

his mind goes blank.

and he leans forward to press his lips against yours.

you inhale sharply, immediately melting into him as his hands find your waist and your arms slide around his neck. he kisses you fervently like the tension in his body finally snapped and his composure went flying out of a window. you taste like minty gum and strawberry lip gloss and all he can think about is giving you more, more, more until you're sick of how much he adores you.

"suguru-" you start when you break away to breathe, looking at him like he was the moon incarnate.

"i can't breathe when i'm not with you," he confesses before you can continue, his voice barely a whisper. he waits for you to protest, to pull away and leave him, but you pull him closer and that's all the permission he needs. "i thought this would be some secret fling where the thrill only comes from the riskiness, but i am totally and deeply in love with you. it's kind of ruining my reputation as the frat house bad boy."

"what do you mean, your reputation? who have you told about me?"

"basically everyone," he answers sheepishly and you laugh, hiding your face in his shoulder. "yeah, sorry. everyone in the boys' house knows about us."

"you couldn't keep your mouth shut about me for one more month?"

"we made that agreement to tell our houses when i was still only one foot in," he argues. "but you kinda pushed me into the love-pool, so..."

"i did no such thing," you counter lightheartedly, kissing the corner of his mouth. "it's your fault for falling head over heels for me."

"i don't think it's just head over heels. i think i'm rolling down a hill, so it's like head over heels over head over heels over-"

"okay, okay," you cut in. "i get it, lover boy. now, shut up and kiss me again before my sisters find us and apprehend you."

"i'll get satoru to be our lawyer. we already have a plan ready-"

"suguru geto," you command.

"fine, fine," he grins before leaning down and kissing you until you're both dizzy.

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doumadono · 9 months

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GRATULACJE Z OKAZJI 3K, ZASŁUŻYŁAŚ

I'd love to request: comforting you when you’re anxious with Bakugo and f reader, blurb nor headcanons, whatever you find more accurate

An explosive shoulder to lean on - Bakugo x Reader

Synopsis: in times of anxiety, Bakugo extends his unique form of comfort to soothe your worries A/N: thank you so much, my dear friend! Your support is truly priceless. I hope you'll delight in this brief blurb I've crafted ♥

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One gloomy afternoon, as rain tapped against the windows, you found yourself hunched over your desk in a class, anxiety gnawing at your insides. The weight of upcoming exams and the pressure to excel in a world of heroes was suffocating. Your fingers tapped nervously on your textbook as you tried to focus on the material before you, silent tears streaming down your cheeks.

Suddenly, the door to the classroom swung open with a bang, and Bakugo stormed in, his expression a mix of irritation and frustration. Katsuki had to make a swift return to the school when he realized he had left his phone behind in the classroom. He had a fierce scowl on his face, the telltale sign that something was amiss. His crimson eyes narrowed as they scanned the room, and it was then that he spotted you, sitting at your desk with tear-streaked cheeks.

Bakugo's initial instinct was to scoff, to retreat from the unexpected vulnerability he had stumbled upon. But something held him back, a small flicker of empathy buried beneath his layers of brashness. He cleared his throat, drawing your attention, and his voice, surprisingly gentle, cut through the silence. "What the hell are you doing here, crying like an idiot?"

Panic surged through you, but his gaze held a peculiar softness that contradicted his words. He looked uncomfortable, as if grappling with an unfamiliar emotion. It was a side of him you had rarely seen.

Swallowing hard, you struggled to find your voice. "I-I'm just… having a tough time, I guess."

He snorted, his arms crossed over his chest. "Tch. That's no excuse to blubber like a damn baby."

For a moment, his harshness threatened to push you further into your shell. But then, to your surprise, he pulled out a chair and sat down next to you, his movements awkward and uncharacteristically unsure.

"Look," he began, his voice gruff but with an underlying gentleness. "I ain't good at this kind of crap, but if you're gonna sit here being all mopey, you might as well tell me what's eating at you."

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. But the way he had defied his own nature to sit beside you, to offer even the slightest semblance of comfort, gave you the courage to open up. "I'm just… overwhelmed, Katsuki… It feels like I can never catch up, like no matter how hard I try, I'm always falling short. I'm scared of failing, of disappointing everyone – including myself."

"Listen, idiot," he grumbled, his words surprisingly gentle. "I get it. We're all dealing with our own crap, and sometimes it feels like the weight of the world is gonna crush us. But the only way to deal with it is to keep pushing forward, to keep fighting. So, stop crying and start kicking that anxiety's ass."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his blunt, yet oddly inspiring, pep talk. Bakugo was offering comfort in his own unique way, a blend of tough love and unwavering support. It wasn't a traditional display of kindness, but it was genuine and heartfelt in its own right.

The tears that had threatened to consume you began to recede, replaced by a newfound determination. With Bakugo by your side, even if he was more likely to explode than offer a hug, you felt a renewed sense of strength. You wiped your eyes, managing a small smile.

"Thanks, Kacchan. I needed that."

He grunted, his cheeks tinted with a faint blush that he tried to hide. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't make it a habit, got it?"

With that, he stood up abruptly, as if eager to escape the vulnerable moment he had created. But as he walked away, you couldn't help but feel a warm glow of gratitude. Katsuki Bakugo, the explosive hero-in-training, had shown you a side of himself that few ever witnessed – a side that, despite his rough edges, was capable of providing comfort in its own uniquely fiery way.

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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But Ninny, just imagine lock me up mc going into preheat and defective Yoongi gets all protective over her 🥺 anon was onto something with that heat ask honestly 😮‍💨 jk jk….unless 👀

You're antsy again, right when he'd thought he'd gotten you comfortable enough so you wouldn't try and escape anymore.

But your little outdoor adventures aren't of the usual kind either- you definitely stay in close proximity to his home, never even reach the streets, always rather roaming the rooftops, and he can see on his little GPS tracker on his laptop that you're somewhat pacing around.

Something's off, and he needs to know what.

When he reaches the rooftops, it's a little windy. Not too chilly, but a nice fresh wind blows, sun setting- and there you are, rolling on your back in the bright golden sun. "You're getting your clothes dirty." He comments, and your tail snaps up at his words, as you roll again to sit on your knees now, some dead leaves caught in your hair- but one flick of your ear and its gone with the wind, while you look at him like you're conflicted.

"I wanna sleep here tonight." You tell him, and his brows lower in confusion.

He's keeping his distance- both because he's not sure if you'll try and jump because down the line it wouldn't surprise him considering your rather... spontaneous nature, and also because your body language screams at him to stay away.

"Its gonna be cold." He tries to reason. "Why'd you wanna sleep outside?" He wants to know, and you become nervous at that, moving your legs around a little to adjust the position in which you're sitting-

And that's when the wind turns a but, making him catch your scent.

Oh.

"Yeah well- you know.." you stammer, nervous. "Even if- you know, you pick up stuff for me, it'll take almost an entire day to, you know, make me not stink anymore.." you mumble more or less, not looking at him.

"You don't stink, idiot." He clicks his tongue, before sighing. This isn't something he'd planned ahead for. "I can still go downtown and pick some shit up if you tell me what you typically take, and I promise my hands stay to myself at night." He tells you.

"Hm yeah cause it's easy for you.." You say almost disappointed.

"What do you mean?" He wants to know, and you turn around at that, your back facing him as you hug your legs.

"Nothin'." You huff stubbornly. "Go get me some Feline Help, or ChangeWay, I don't care which you choose." You mumble almost incoherently into your knees, drawing something in the dirt on the ground with a stick.

"Both of those are-" he argues instantly, well aware that both brands will leave you with heavy side effects, but now you snap your head around, hissing at him.

"Just go! Leave me!" You yell at him, and he forgives your behavior for once because it's not really in your control right now. Preheat can be extremely stressful to hybrids especially when you're used to being on medication for it usually.

Though he has a feeling there's got to be a reason you're especially on edge with him. You should be the exact opposite- so why do you seem to absolutely despise his presence right now?

"Can I leave you here without having to run after you to God knows where after I come back?" He asks, and you glare at him actually angry this time.

"I'm not stupid, Detective Min." You make sure to pronounce his job title and name especially as you talk. "I'm a walking bullseye target for anyone other than you." You huff, and he squints his eyes at that.

"I see." He suddenly says, relaxing. "I get it now."

"Oh my GOD just go and get my drugs, leave!" You yell now, throwing a small rock at him- though you only prove his point, because you clearly intentionally miss him by a lot, no intention to hurt him despite your bitter tone.

"Dont worry, I'll get them." He says, not walking closer, but taking off his jacket before he throws it at you. "But you're wrong, just so you know." He has the audacity to smirk, especially when you grow wide eyed and surprised, entire world view shifted as he gives you an answer to a question you didn't even ask, while he walks back down the metal stairs to his apartment, leaving you alone with your thoughts and his scent around you.

He's absolutely not interested in you-

Or so you thought, it seems.

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luveline · 2 years

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could you write something with remus x sirius’s sister reader where they’re trying to keep their relationship a secret pls?

tysm for your request! ♡ fem!reader | 0.6k words

With Sirius and James gone for rugby, Remus becomes Remus your boyfriend instead of Remus, your brother's best friend.

Remus as your boyfriend is the nicest person you've ever met. You lay in the middle of his bed, his fingertips stroking down the length of your nose and up again so softly it tickles. You try to keep your eyes open and fail, lashes twitching as he draws in close.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks.

"Nothing. My brain is empty."

"We both know that's not true."

"You emptied it. S'your fault," you say, smiling despite yourself.

You can feel the heat of his breath on your cheek. The mattress shifts underneath him as he moves in, his lips a hair's width from yours as he murmurs, "Make it up to you?"

You smile and lift your chin to kiss him. His lips are curled into a similar grin, which makes kissing very difficult but never any less fun. His forearms rest on your chest, his hands cupping your face with infinite care.

You're not sure he knows he's doing it but he starts to pull your face to his, lifting your head off of the cushy pillows below. You giggle and he pulls away.

"This is nice," you say.

His nose brushes your cheek. "Yeah."

"I wish we could just… stay like this. Away from everyone."

"I'm gonna tell him, dove. Don't worry," he promises.

You don't blame him for keeping this a secret from Sirius – after all, you're doing the same. But to be with him, no secrets, no worrying about getting found out. That would be sweet.

He drops his head into your neck. You wrap your arms around his back, feel the planes and divots of his bare skin as you slide your hands under the hem of his t-shirt.

"I'm not worrying. I'll have you whatever way you want me."

"I want you in every way," he says into your neck. His lips part as if proving it, the wet inside of his bottom lip dragging up the curve of your neck before closing, a slow kiss.

You bring a hand to the back of his head and hold him close. "Every way?" you ask.

He peeks up at you, eyes softening. "Every way."

You share a charged look as his hands find your waist, fingertips searching up, and up, and-

"MOONY," an unmistakable voice calls, the front door springing open. "We're home, and we need help immediately."

You and Remus stare at one another with wide eyes. He scrambles off of you and you both sit there, heart pounding as echoes of a pillaging reverberate from the kitchen.

"We're starving!" James calls.

"What do we do?" you whisper in horror.

Footsteps in the hallway. Growing closer.

"I'm sorry," Remus says seriously.

You shake your head in confusion and he promptly shoves you off of the bed. You gasp, a little winded, and have only just managed to pull your aching body under the bed when the bedroom door whips open.

"Moons, what are you doing? You're still sleeping?"

"Well, I was," Remus says scornfully.

"Enough of the attitude! Congratulate me and let's get on with it."

There's a sound of a hug in which Remus probably does most of the hugging and Sirius all of the back slapping.

"What are you hungry for?" Remus asks in his usual way.

Sirius' voice comes from further down. "Anything you're making."

Quick footsteps back into the room. "I'm very very sorry," he whispers. "So sorry. I'll make it up to you, dovey, I promise."

"Remus!" you whisper hurriedly. The door closes.

Remus as your boyfriend is a great guy. Remus as your brother's best friend is an idiot.

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whatinthehale17 · 7 months

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Okay so, this is a bit of long shot but I'm planning on starting a fanmade project for TE. It's my favorite choices story and there's still so much you can do with it.

I'm currently figuring out how to use Ren'py right now and watching videos and what not to figure out how to do this. I'm pretty new to all this but I think it'd be a fun project.

I'm probably gonna do some of the writing like the plot and Shreya's route (best girl) and also as I said I'm figuring out the coding as well.

But I'm definitely gonna need some help on this. I know others have expressed interest in a 3rd book and now is your chance if you're willing to help. Again it's fanmade and we're not making money off of this, this is just for fun and you can bail at any time.

I'll be making a discord once I start to get some interest in this so the link will be up at some point but if you're interested, just comment saying you'd like to help and what you'll be able to provide for this project.

Co-runner- I'm gonna need someone to help me run this project, help me keep the thing running and I'm a bit of an idiot so I'll be coming to you if I need help with anything. You'll be the Atlas to my MC lmao.

Artist- If you're a good drawer or you just love to draw and wanna help out on this project, we'd love to have you. I'm thinking we'll need some new characters for the plot and if you want, maybe some new backgrounds too (or we could just pick ones from the multiple backgrounds choices already has)

Writer- I'm a lesbian and obsessed with Shreya so I don't really have any idea about the other routes. But I know a lot of people are obsessed with like Beckett and the other love interests so anyone willing to help work on the different routes would be great. Not to mention the plot of the book, the adventures the pend pals could be getting into and side stuff like your relationship with your mom and the villains and such.

Coders- Like any great game, we'd need people who can code or wanna try it out like I'm currently doing. I've always heard Ren'py is good for that stuff and that's what the ILW crew used and that's what I'm currently learning right now so if you wanna try it out or already know how, we'd appreciate the help.

And of course, if you just wanna help out, you can join and I'll figure something out for you to do. My work schedule is kind of whack right now so this week we probably won't be getting anything done unfortunately (maybe Thursday or Friday if I have people and what not) but hopefully the week after, i'll have things figured out.

Last but not least, my idea for how I think the plot should go-

The gang is back for their next year of school

MC, Shreya, Zeph, Beckett- Juniors

Griffin- Senior

Aster, Atlas- Sophomores

But just like always, the school year is never simple for them.

The High Attuned has been watching over the school and visiting more frequently, keeping an eye on you and Atlas.

Zeph is having trouble with Thief captain as much as he hates to admit it.

Griffin is having parent troubles after they found out about his interest in Natural disaster field work instead of being a professional Thief player.

Shreya has hired an assistant to help with Serene and Sublime, though the assistant keeps messing things up and causing Shreya to lose customers, important ones at that.

With Beckett's urge to please his professors, he works himself too much to the point he begins to experience burnout and freaks out over the smallest things resulting in him pushing his friends away.

Aster is having trouble running the shop and keeping up with her studies and she's worried she might have to close it down.

Atlas is happy to catch up on lost time with their mom but when their mom becomes a professor for the school, Atlas isn't exactly sure how to feel about it and starts to lash out on Theia, resulting in the MC to have to try and fix the relationship.

MC does their best to help everyone with their problems but begins to have problems of their own when the school recruits another sun-att who does everything in their power to one up MC in every way.

Of course, it's just a rough draft of how I think the year should go, but we could always change stuff around if people have better ideas. Also, of course, there will be new spells to learn like in the other books and I was also thinking like...was I the only one that shipped Dean Swan and Theia together? Like Dean Swan already acts like a mother figure to the twins. And some of the sources will be back like Gemma and I really wanted to incorporate the High Attuned because we got like two minutes of information about them and then nothing ever again.

So yeah, this is super long and we can talk more on the discord but if you're interested just tell me what you wanna do.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Lay Low

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

Violence, chaos, and handsy Sam.

Please let me know what you think <3

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"Always thought it was a waste," you say as you catch the mechanism, "a house you use what, two weeks out of the year. These things are so far out, they don't have all the fancy shit like up in the Hamptons."

The door falls open and you push it all the way as you look back at the others. Birdy’s yawning, asleep on her feet after the trek from the station. It was the only way not to draw attention or leave any breadcrumbs.

"Better get inside," you say, "we're lucky we didn't run into anything in the woods."

"Anything?" Birdy squeaks.

"Well, you just gotta know what bear you're looking at really. Whether to play dead or scare em shitless. Never had any problems back in the day."

"Great," Coco nudges Birdy to go ahead of her, "like we don't have enough to worry about."

"Well, we got a roof and four walls for the night," you say, "just a bit of casual squatting."

"You really used to do this in college?"

"Couldn't afford the rental," you wink and shut the door, "never got caught and when it came close… well, we were young and some men get real dumb at the sight of a little skin."

"Don't we know it?" Coco snorts as you turn on the flashlight you bought at the station.

"Don't wanna alert any neighbours," you say, "best to keep windows shut and lights off."

"Good idea," Coco agrees as you proceed into the front room.

"We'll see if the couch pulls out, stick to one room."

You work together. The couch is just a couch so you throw cushions on the floor and search out some spare blankets and pillows from the closet. You make a nest on the floor and settle in, stipping away the spare layers of your disguises.

"What next?" Coco asks as Birdy reclines between you, already half asleep.

"Not sure. Get as far away as we can. You know, you keep asking me like I know."

"Sorry, I… guess I don't either."

"How do you escape men known for finding people? They made sure we don't know. Five years…I can't imagine."

"Five years of marriage, and a few before," Coco scoffs.

"Well, we gotta keep moving, is what I guess. Wouldn't hurt to cut our hair. Maybe a wig or two…"

"Mmm, yeah," Coco agrees.

"I always wanted…" Birdy keeps her eyes closed, "to be like Rita Hayworth, with the big red waves."

You laugh and shake your head at her drowsy rambling.

"So, get moving, look different, keep alert…." You list off, "stay together."

"Sounds like a plan," Coco gulps.

You fall into tense silence, the what ifs clawing at your chest, the feeling that you're on borrowed time, that this can't be forever.

"I can just see their faces," Coco chuckles, "that alone will be worth the punishment."

"Oh, you don't even know. Steve had quite the shiner," you smirk and Birdy laughs, "Bucky's lip was cut up and they both looked like hell, not to mention their dumb fucking expressions. Idiots."

"Sam probably shit himself."

"I hope he did," you cross your arms and exhale, "the next time I see him, I'm gonna bury my foot right in his balls. If I have to go back–"

"If we do," Coco interrupts, "we'll fight. Make them work for it."

"I like that," Birdy murmurs into the pillow, "that big fat dummy…"

Her words peter out into a snore and you give a soft laugh. You hope you can keep that promise. That you won't stop. Better, you hope you never see those assholes again.

#sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #dark sam wilson #dark!sam wilson #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #sweet treats #mcu #marvel #captain america #avengers #winter soldier #falcon

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jennyandvastraflint · 8 months

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Aaand Xena reactions S1Ep7!

Is Xena gonna rob the guys

Ohhh, she knows him?

I love muscular women beating up men

I looove Gabrielle's hairstyle

RIDES OFF WITHOUT GF DBFBDHJSDJHD

Maybe don't go into the dark cave...

Priests? (Pretty woman)

GABRIELLE SMART BABYGIRL

Did she... Just awaken titans... Yuuuuup

"This virgin" Gabrielle like HOW DARE YOU ASSUME THAT

Are they beholden to her

"SACRED GODDESS"

Xena like O_o the entire time

Gabrielle I feel like you should say please and thank you...... 😅

"May I speak with you for one moment, o sacred one?" Xenaaa

Oop the Titans don't like itttt... Who could've seen that coming

"You're just being too cynical" hhhj

Xena is VERY worried for her gf

"I'm the sacred one's protector" GAY LOVE. LESBIANS.

She stabbed thru his foot

Wow, rude, mr Titan son

Templeee

Ohhh, titan brother Cronus

Titan threesome when

Second chant? Hell nah

Uh oh.

"You're both a couple of idiots" shdhdhdh

OF COURSE THE KIDS HAVE A HOLY FIELD TRIP.

I draw the line at eating/hurting children

BRO THE PRIEST DID NOT TAKE HIS EDUCATOR ROLE SERIOUSLY. He just RUNS AWAY without checking on the kids.

"Saves us trouble later on" 😅

Titan fight... CHILDREN RUNNNN

Xena <3

"Nooo, please" STAB. rude.

At least the kids are safe

..... Ffs stupid men.

OUCH

FREES HERSELF WHOOOOP

haha, Hession you loser

"Going against the gods" ah, the old story

"After you've been around for a while you come to expect these things" Gabrielle trying to hide her relief. Lesbianism

Xena like NERDSSSSS...

"Forget it, Gabrielle" She just wants to keep her gf from harm

Platonic spooning, Xena is being a heartbroken lesbian about it

OH GODS THE LESBIANS ARE FIGHTING

Running off alone? Recklessss. Stupidly brave.

She was captured in a lil cave

"I don't know this language" shdhdbd

"She's trying to prove herself to me..." girlfriends

If anyone can stall it's Gabrielle so true

"I'm no longer a virgin😊" yes because you keep having lesbian sex with Xena

"There's a piece missing" "There's a piece- missing" :D :/

Morphs hand into stone

"She saved the day. As usual."

BWAHAHA GABRIELLE REJECTING THE STRAIGHTNESS

"I could never hate you, your heart's always in the right place" 🥺🥰

Gayyyyy! I'm fully invested now, suckers, get ready for Xena reactions for a few weeks

#v watches xena #xena and gabrielle #xena warrior princess

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poppy-thatcher · 2 years

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Moving On (Katsuki Bakugo)

A/N: MANGA SPOILERS! DO NOT READ IF YOU ONLY WATCH THE ANIME! Still on the same heartbreak BS. Trying to use all the Duct Tape to hold it together right now! Also... Don't ask me what anyone's specific age is. There is absolutely no clarity with that in this story. Kat, and the rest, are of age, but Tai (Fat Gum) is definitely older (Pro-Hero, duh!). Wrote a Kiri piece for comfort... using my next comfort character before another chapter is released. Cause it's definitely not gonna go this way.

ALSO: You can't tell me that Tai wouldn't be the perfect other half! Mainly cause I won't hear it! 😂 He'd not care (in fact, he'd probably be quite proud) that you ate your fair share of junk food while watching movies together on your days off. He'd admire every curve your body had developed over the comfortable years together. He'd give the best, most cuddly snuggles! And he'd guard you with his life.

When he landed, the earth shook below his steel-covered shoes. His eyes honed in on him first, taking in the view that had caused the vilest of cries to shred through my clutched teeth just moments prior to finding him in this state.

The instant rage to fill his eyes scared me to my core, making my spine tingle with anticipation of what was to come next. I had never seen Deku as angry as he currently was. Nothing had previously compared to the animalistic version we received when Bakugo was impaled a handful of months ago by the same villain situated a few yards away from us now.

When his eyes finally glanced me over, I noticed his stance falter for a short minute, unsure of what action to take next.

I shook my head and glanced in Shigaraki’s direction. He was smugly standing, arms wide open, shooting snarky comments at what an easy feat Bakugo was.

The gruff growl that left Deku’s throat reverberated in my ears, causing my heart to clench at the mutual feelings we were currently sharing. He bolted off, in his most primal and calculated state, causing Shigaraki to falter in his advances.

We were finally winning. But at what cost?

I sat, knees bent on the ground, with Katsuki's body carefully situated in my lap. Tears effortlessly fell down my face. The soft whimpering that left my chest and throat hurt, straining to keep quiet and not draw more attention than necessary to our location. I rested my forehead on his, pushing his hair out of his bloody face.

"You can't leave me, you idiot!" I sobbed, my voice cracking, "You're my best friend. What the fuck am I going to do without you?!? Please, Kat, please wake up!"

"(Y/N)!" I heard behind me.

I whipped my head around meeting the sullen eyes of Suneater. He rushed to my side, kneeling beside us, worry clearly etched on his face. He was my next closest friend, after Katsuki. Tamaki liked to joke and make fun, claiming that I was in love with Bakugo. But that was something I could never admit to. No matter how true those jokes rang in my head and my heart, I knew I couldn’t quite measure up to what Katsuki needed from a significant other. He needed to be offered the world, and I could never offer anything other than my broken and misused heart.

"We need to move you, get you out of the way. You're hurt and Dynamite… " He gulped loudly when his eyes finally met my rage-filled ones.

"I'm not leaving without him, Tamaki. Please don't make me leave him here!" I whined out.

"(Y/N)," he said, scratching the back of his neck.

"I… I love him. I can't just leave him here. He deserves better than this!" I confessed, new tears running down my cheeks as uncontrollable sobs followed them.

I wasn’t just speaking about the situation, and Tamaki understood the true meaning between the lines I fed him.

Tamaki’s eyes met mine in shock, finally hearing me say the things he had always wanted me to say. To admit, out loud and to myself, that I cared for Katsuki more than a friend should. This admission of love brought new tears to gloss Tamaki’s eyes. He quickly nodded, wrapped tentacles around Katsuki with one hand, and pulled me close to his chest with the other, while I buried my head in his chest.

“I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” Tamaki whispered to me, “but you’ll never need to go through the feelings alone. You have me… and the rest of the Fat Gum Agency behind you. Please, please don’t push us away like you usually do, okay?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice to be as strong as I was pretending to be.

“His heart stopped for a while. We were able to find his pulse and pull him back. But I’m afraid he’s in a coma. We’re unsure when he’ll wake.” the doctor said to the small group that was waiting outside Katsuki’s hospital room.

I couldn’t bring myself to huddle that close to his parents and the rest. Mitsuki was crying so loudly that my heart couldn’t possibly handle it. That woman was the closest thing to a mother that I had. The fact that Katsuki shared her with me, without a second thought, always made me smile a mile wide. Now, the thought of not being good or strong enough for her son broke me to my core.

“(Y/N), did you hear the doctor?” she asked, looking behind Izuku, her red, puffy eyes catching mine quickly before I could look away.

I thought I was all cried-out as I stood there numb. But Kirishima quickly walked my way, pulling my face in his hands, and gently pushed the tears away. I gasped and stepped back quickly, my eyes meeting all the sullen stares ahead of me. I couldn’t breathe. The world was growing dark and my vision became blurry from panic. I pushed off Kirishima’s chest, avoiding all the voices calling my name, and rushed to get out of the hospital as quickly as I could.

When I rounded the corner, the last stretch before I could free myself from the enclosing walls of the hospital finally in sight, I bumped into Fat Gum. He quickly steadied me with his overly large hands, holding me tightly.

“Hey, slow down there, little lady,” he said lightly, no doubt coming our way to see how everyone was holding up.

Working under his agency was the absolute best choice I could have ever made. He was the ideal boss. Someone inspiring yet not pushy. Someone who would let you make mistakes and would help you correct them with no judgment. He was so understanding and caring and it created a workplace that felt a lot like the home I never had growing up.

I couldn’t meet his eyes. The guilt, the feeling of letting him down, sat perfectly poised in my chest.

“(Y/N), do we need to get out of here?” he gently asked me, kneeling to look into my eyes. A much easier feat, since his 8-foot frame towered over me.

I didn’t answer him, I couldn’t. Before I could even think of what my next moves would be, he gently scooped me in his large arms and walked towards the exit of the hospital. He sat me on the bench across from the hospital, nestled at the edge of our wooded park. I couldn’t find my voice, I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

Tai’s large hands gently stroked my back, not daring to force me to speak before I was ready. I sucked in air, wiped my eyes, and turned his way. Finally facing him.

“He’s… he’s in a coma… and they don’t know if or when he’ll wake. I didn’t get there soon enough to help him.” I looked at Tai’s face, to assess his feelings about the things I was spilling, he didn’t say anything as he kept gently rubbing my back, waiting for me to continue letting out my most heartbreaking emotions. Just like he always did, “I wasn’t good enough to save him.”

And I stood, his hand finally dropping from the contact we shared.

“(Y/N)… it’s not so black and white like that. You know that. You know what I teach you heroes at my agency. This is no different.”

“This is every bit of different!” I snapped, “I love him! And I don’t even deserve to.” I hung my head in shame, “I don’t deserve to be in his life, in any aspect, if he can’t rely on me to keep him safe!”

“Please stop this, right now,” Tai said, his face contorting in anger. Something we didn’t see much on his happy-go-lucky face, “If you love him you need to not give up on him, on being in his life. He will need you when he wakes up.”

“You mean if. If he wakes up,” I said, backing away slowly.

“Don’t… don’t say things like that. Come on, (Y/N). Let's head to the agency and get you cleaned up. We can have the on-hand medic look you over, to be safe.”

“No! I don’t deserve to wear this uniform, to be part of your team. I don’t deserve to be standing, effortlessly breathing, here!” I snapped back, “It should be me in his place!”

Tai grabbed my arm before I could even contemplate turning and running. The force was rough enough for me to understand his frustration, but still soft enough to not hurt me.

“Don’t, for a second, think that Bakugo would want that. And don’t think I’m letting you be alone with a mind that thinks you deserve to be in his place, laying in that hospital bed. I tolerate a lot of things you all say and do because it’s your job to learn from your mistakes… just as it’s my job to allow you the time to do so. But under no circumstance will I put up with that kind of talk in my presence. You are worth everything good in this world. You’re one of the absolute best things that have happened to my agency. And I refuse for this moment to be what breaks your hero spirit! Now come on.” he scooped me again, carrying me bridal style, to his nearby agency.

I sat mindlessly on the in-house clinic’s patient table while the medic gently wiped the dried blood and dirt off my wounds. My jog bra was the only thing covering my top, and in most instances, I would make a fuss. But I just couldn’t bring myself to care about anything. The numbness to the situation, to the world, had settled within me making me a shell of a person just going through the motions.

“Lass, you need to have that stitched up. Before you bleed out all over my floor.” I heard, as though it was whispered on the wind.

I didn’t acknowledge the medic, making him push at my shoulder to grab my attention to the wound that was still bleeding. My eyes trailed to his, hardly finding the courage to meet his gaze, but still not saying anything.

“Do it,” Tai said, sitting at the edge of the room, his arms crossed over his slimmer chest, not having the chance to rebuild his quirk after the war was deemed over, “She’s in shock, numb. This will probably be the only opportunity you get to do this without her putting up a fight.” he lightly laughed to himself.

“Sure thing boss.” Gunter said, smiling at him and peering back at me, shaking his head, “Let me know if I hurt you, lass.”

I nodded, while he got to work.

#mha spoilers #bakugo katsuki #taishiro toyomitsu #mha taishiro #mha katsuki #mha x reader #izuku mydoria #eijiro kirishima #amajiki tamaki #katsuki x reader #taishiro x reader #heartbroken

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faithfulcat111 · 6 months

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Stonathan Sunday

Stonathan Sunday Prompt: "We're going to have to stay here tonight."

Whumptober Day 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.” | Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry | “Not much longer...”

Post-July Break Bingo Prompt: Huddling for Warmth

Halloween Horror Bingo Alt Fill Prompt: Can't Get Warm

"We're going to have to stay here tonight."

Steve turned away from the cracked window back towards where Jonathan was lying on the floor. He gave a weak smile at that but didn't respond. Steve frowned. He knew that Jonathan was quiet, almost abnormally so and Steve was just one of many people who kept threatening to put a bell on him because he tended to just suddenly be right there, scaring the shit out of you. Not the best for when you live in an apocalyptic situation.

But there was something noticeably different about the quiet he was now. Steve stepped closer, crouching down beside him to check the tightly wrapped cloth around Jonathan's leg. "It's not too tight right?" Steve kept his voice low, all too aware that the Upside-Down was not the place to attract attention.

Jonathan shook his head and motioned back towards the window. When Steve raised an eyebrow at him, he finally spoke up, barely audible as he whispered, "You need to cover the window."

"I don't think any monster is gonna see us through the curtain, Jonathan. They can't see to begin with, I'm more worried about them smelling us out than that," Steve responded.

"No, not them. The..." Jonathan was cut off by a far too audible clack of his teeth. That was when Steve noticed how he was barely trembling, tense all over. Like he was trying far too hard to keep himself from shaking.

"The cold," Steve finished, feeling like an idiot. He immediately got up, rooting around in the rotting house they were hiding in to try and find anything to cover the window and block the putrid wind from slipping through it. Unfortunately, that turned out to be a lost cause. But, he did find a small inner walk-in closet-like room. It seemed mostly untouched by the Upside-Down's effects, no vines and minimal slime. He came back out to the living room, dreading moving Jonathan into such a small enclosed space. But it gave them an additional layer of protection from monsters finding them, had two doors (which was weird, but Steve wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth), and was away from the window. It was the most ideal place and if he played his cards just right, maybe it would work out.

Steve walked back out into the living room, crouching beside his boyfriend once more. "Hey," he whispered, drawing Jonathan's attention from where it was locked on the window, arms locked tight around himself. "I found somewhere we can hide. But you need to trust me and listen to me, okay?" A flash of fear came across Jonathan's eyes before he could hide it, but Steve knew it wasn't personal. Or at least it was as unpersonal as it could get in the tangled-up mess he knew existed in his boyfriend's brain. Finally, Jonathan gave a quick nod, which was the most Steve knew he was going to get. "Close your eyes and stay close to me," Steve added and waited for Jonathan to close his eyes tight, scrunching up his entire face as he did so. He carefully slid his arms under Jonathan's legs and back, lifting him the best he could into a bridal carry. One of Jonathan's hands immediately latched onto his shirt as he tucked his face in. The shaking was much more obvious now, consistent as the cold of the Upside-Down that they had been stuck in for nearly 12 hours now was starting to seep in.

Steve carefully made his way back through the house and into the closet. "Keep your eyes closed," he whispered, carefully closing the door behind him with his back. He slid down against the wall, his arms relieved as he settled Jonathan in his lap, still tucked tight against him.

"Steve?" That one word held so many questions, but Steve just tightened his hold on Jonathan. Jonathan had always had a tendency to run hot, but there was very little warmth coming from him now. It wouldn't be long before they were both shivering. They had to find a way back across town to the base. Maybe they could get through to Will or El or Joyce and get a portal opened somewhere.

"We gotta stick close," Steve whispered, doing his best to keep his voice soothing. He figured Jonathan saw right through it, but was choosing to listen anyway. He was way too perspectivey for his own good. "We got to stick close to keep warm, so stay right here and don't move."

#stonathan #stonathan sunday #faith writes #whumptober2023 #hhbingo2023 #post july break bingo 2023

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foldable-mattress · 1 year

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Give me your honest opinion on Mondo and Rantaro 👀👀👀

Oo okay (I'm so sorry that this has been sitting in my ask box for so long)

Mondo:

Favorite Thing: I love it when the big intimidating characters like smaller animals. Like you think this guy would like Pitbulls or Rottweilers or something, but nope. Also, I would kill for his jacket, it looks so cool!

Least Favorite Thing: This is difficult for me, I don't necessarily hate anything about his character (other than his hair, he's all you would be getting from me if I could draw his fucking hair). I guess that he's a little quick to choose violence, poor Chihiro (and Makoto). Definitely chapters 1 and 2 Fuyuhiko vibes.

Favorite Line: He has so many funny lines in the anime but I'm gonna stick to the game. Going through his voice lines, he's so fucking useless during the trials but he has a lot of funny back-and-forths with other characters. I like the one at the beginning of the first trial where him and Taka go back and forth a little bit. "Don't be a goddamn idiot. Why the hell would they raise their hand?"

BrOTP: Already said him and Leon for Leon's. I would love to see him interact more with Sakura and Aoi, though. Maybe they can teach him there are better ways to release your anger. Okay, maybe Sakura can teach both of them that lesson.

OTP: Ishimondo is an obvious one, absolute sucker for enemies to lovers. Though he mentions that he yells when talking to someone he has a crush on iirc and homie is always yelling so I am inclined to believe that he's had at least the passing thought of "oh, they're attractive/cool" with all of his classmates whether he likes it or not (bisexual struggles ig)

NOTP: Idk, I don't really like victim x blackened ships, so Chihiro, I guess. They can be besties, though

Random Headcanon: iirc in his graduation event, he tells Makoto he'll build a house for him once they get out, so I like to think he's a yes-man when it comes projects. You make an offhand comment about needing more storage? Bam! He's on your doorstep the next day with a homemade chest to keep all your shit in. His love language is definitely gift giving.

Unpopular Opinion: His and Rantaro's are going to be similar, but the butter jokes get old after seeing it constantly (admittedly, I am guilty for making these jokes when I first joined the fandom and I still make some out of habit every now and then). Jokes about his hair are always welcome, though.

Song I Associate With Them: I haven't thought about this too too much so these are off the top of my head. Bad Bad Things by AJJ, Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths, and Shit by Bo Burnham

Favorite Image: I couldn't find it, but I think it's like a promotional art or something where it's just a bunch of characters sitting around, and he's just like patting Taka on the head. Very cute 10/10 (I pray you guys know what image I'm talking about). Also this one is so funny

Rantaro:

Favorite Thing: He's so cryptic, and it's so good. He doesn't give us shit in the time he's around (minus FTEs), and I love it!

Least Favorite Thing: I don't dislike anything about him personality or writing wise tbh. His side profile haunts my nightmares, though.

Favorite Line: I would go with the classic "You wanted this killing game, so you have to win no matter what" but instead I'm going with "I was just thinking, what you said back there would have pissed off whoever's running this. They definitely don't want us holding hands, workin' together...They're going to come for you, Kaede. With everything they've got. I'm a little worried about you. You're just so...straightforward." Rantaro is secretly the Ultimate Clairvoyant lol

BrOTP: Him and Kaede are mlm and wlw solidarity and you cannot convince me otherwise.

OTP: I don't really ship him with anyone, but I really liked his Salmon Mode with Shuichi

NOTP: Him and Tsumugi, hands down

Random Headcanon: I like to think he is constantly dying his hair. It's just a faded green because he hasn't been able to redo it for two seasons, and he's going insane because of it.

Songs I Associate Them With: I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire by Kerrin Connoly and Ship in a Bottle by fin

Unpopular Opinion: The fucking avocado thing. Like, I don't mind comparing characters to things, but it gets annoying.

Favorite Image: NO LOOK OUT

#danganronpa #mondo owada #rantaro amami #ask game #This is the last one in my ask box but I'm down to do more if anyone wants to send me some

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c0smiccom3t · 9 months

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P.A.N.I.C (Small scene fanfic based on my latest drawing.)

Ryonna: Okay doc, we're almost there. Just stay close to me and we'll be in that control panel in no ti--... Doc?

[Ryonna turns around to see that Cortex is sit down, shaking, breathing heavily while his heart beats rapidly, indicating he's having a panic attack. She gasps in shock and immediately runs over to him]

Ryonna: Cortex, what's wrong?? [Cortex doesn't say anything, he keeps breathing heavily. Ryonna with an extremely worried expression, Ryonna tries to think of what to do, just then, she tries to tell him to breathe]

Ryonna: I-it's okay.. Breathe..

[Ryonna then gently puts their tail in Cortex's lap, while she encourages him to breathe in and out slowly, which he starts to do until he calms down.]

Ryonna: There we go... You... Scared me for a second there, is.. everything alright? Do you, need something?

Cortex: ... I'm... I'm sorry...

Ryonna: ...What??

Cortex: I'm so sorry...! I-i shouldn't have dragged you into this. I-(hic)... I didn't even know if it was a good idea to bring you along with me, since you're somebody I assigned this job for...

Ryonna: Sir... I-

Cortex: And now that we've got into this mess, I-I don't even know what to do anymore... All those platforms, all of those enemies... All... All of this...! It all feels so... overwhelming...

Ryonna: Doc...

Cortex: And- and now not only will I get hurt if i make a wrong step... BUT YOU AS WELL! And... I don't want that to happen, I-I never did... R-Ryonna... I.. I... IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!!

[Cortex then starts sobbing loudly in his knees, Ryonna is shocked by this and tries to calm him down from crying]

Ryonna: No wait, please! it's okay I--

Cortex: I'M SUCH AN IDIOT...!!

[Cortex then inhales, drops his raygun and starts softly hitting his head with his fists while still tearing up]

Cortex: STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! STUPI--!!

Ryonna: Cortex, NO! You're not an idiot! None of this is your fault, either! It appears that this entire situation is filling you with panic and fright... And, i dont think it was a bad idea to bring me along.. Especially for the fact I got to know you more in this whole time-space thing.. And to be honest, even though you come off as a bit immature.. you do make a great boss and 'partner-in-crime', still! The platforms we went through, the enemies that tried to hurt us... they were really scary, but we came through them, and i'm sure we're still going to when trying to get to that control panel now. All i'm saying is.. We'll work it all out, and soon enough, we're gonna teach that pompous peacock a lesson he'll never forget. I'm always here for you, stand by me and we'll get through this mess faster than you can say "i'm the superior one". In the meantime, let's just rest for a moment and let it all out before we get back to our task...

[she opens up her arms, waiting for him to hug them]

Ryonna: C'mere.

[Without situation, Cortex, with tears still in his eyes, runs to Ryonna and hugs her. He sobs a little loud and still shakes in her embrace. Ryonna starts rubbing his head gently, with her tail coiling around the two. Ryonna starts to feel sad as she looks down to him]

Ryonna: Everything's gonna be okay, Doc... I promise.

#crash bandicoot #comet's blasted bandicoot buffoonery #ryonna #neo cortex #dr neo cortex #fanfic #double trouble twice the villainy (dr. neo cortex and ryonna)#crash bandicoot 4: it's about time #crash bandicoot 4

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stanleysbuttonblog · 1 year

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Stanley pressed at his Big Red Button.

He knew he shouldn’t eat it yet. He’d already eaten his eight button, and this wasn’t healthy. But fuck, he was nervous. And Xigbar wasn’t helping.

So he took a little nibble.

Xigbar came in without knocking. He took one look at Stanley and - oh shit - threw a gun at him.

Stanley tried to catch it, but awkwardly dropped it. He gave Xigbar a wild look and then reached out to sort of… cradle it? Like a baby. He certainly wasn’t holding it like a weapon.

Stanley sat the gun back down to sign.

[Thanks for that. He. Did you see that he was interested in. That fucking drawing of me.]

"I didn't. Trying to avoid that piece of shit as much as possible, because the more I learn about him, the less likely I'm gonna be to not tear his throat out."

[I want his throat torn out.] Stanley signed tensely. [I want him gone. I want {SCEPTER} back. I trust you to do it. And. I suppose I’ll go. I just. I don’t want to have to see him.]

"What are you worried about? He's not going after you. It's her that needs rescuing."

[If I try and help her, that makes me a target to him. I know she needs rescuing. I’m not arguing with you on that, of course she shouldn’t be near him. And I’ll… I’ll do it. I have to. I’m just. Scared.]

"That's what the gun is for. You don't have to kill the bastard, just get him in the knee or something. Can't walk with an exploded knee. Just ask Paul Matthews."

[Uh. Sure. Okay. How do I shoot it?]

"Give it here." He picked up the gun and held it out to show Stanley. "Pull back the top to cock it. You'll feel a click."

[Ooh a click! I like clicks.]

"Dude. Focus. It's already loaded, so all you gotta do after that is point and shoot. Just pull the trigger. Keep your finger off the trigger until you actually mean to shoot. Basic gun safety." He sounded different while explaining. Not quite as mean.

[I’ll be careful.] Stanley signed, and then took the gun. He attempted the grip that Xigbar had shown to him, and looked for approval to see if it needed to be adjusted.

"Move your thumb. You'll end up breaking it like that. The whole top part there? It flies back when you shoot. You keep your thumb on it, and it's gonna hurt."

Stanley nodded, and adjusted his hand appropriately. He raised a brow in question.

"Better. When you fire, it'll kick. Don't lock your elbows; it'll knock you on your ass. Also, don't hold your breath. That's about it."

Stanley adjusted his arms, trying to loosen out the tension he had in his elbows. He sighed, breathed out, and looked up at Xigbar one final time.

Xigbar nodded, the closest to praise he'd ever given Stanley. Probably the closest he ever would get.

Stanley smiled and put the gun down, and then shoved it into his cargo pants pocket.

"DUDE- Put the fucking safety on, Jesus Christ-"

[It was already on. Unless– Wait. DID YOU THROW A GUN AT ME WITHOUT PUTTING THE FUCKING SAFETY ON.]

"It doesn't matter! Always check if the safety's on, dumbass!"

[Fine.] Stanley signed and pulled it out. His eyes widened in horror and he flicked it on.

[You fucking idiot. Do you– YOU THREW IT AT ME.]

"And what did we learn." Xigbar crossed his arms. "Always check the safety. Now you know."

[I learned you’re fucking crazy. That– that’s so stupid.]

"If you're just now figuring out I'm crazy, you haven't been paying enough attention."

[We’ve barely hung out. Dick. And yeah, you’re not… stable. But this is– you could have really hurt me!]

"It's not cocked, dillweed. It wouldn't have gone off."

[It was still stupid.]

"Only if you don't know what you're doing. Like you."

Stanley scowled, and put the gun back into his pockets. He sat down on the corner of his bed, picked up his red button, and took another small nibble out of the corner.

"Holy shit. You actually do eat them. I thought you were fucking with me."

[What? No. God, is this another thing with you? Like you’re mean to me just because I’m from a video game? That’s harassment, by the way. I looked it up on the internet.]

"I'm not mean to you because you're from a video game. I'm mean to you because I don't like you."

[...okay, then why are you denying that you’re from Kingdom Hearts?]

"Because that's not a place you can even be from. Read a fairytale once in a while."

[No, no, the video game. Hmm, stuff like this can get confusing. You see, I’m from the Stanley Parable, the video game. And I mostly live in the Parable, the office purgatory that me and the Narrator are stuck in. But there’s a difference. Kingdom Hearts, the video game. Your first one was… the second game? Kingdom Hearts II?]

"You're not making sense. I'm not from a video game. Maybe it's considered one where you're from, but your place sounds like a damn hellscape."

[Xigbar, we can look it up on the internet. And yeah. The Parable is… intended to be like that. That’s not really… that’s just accurate. Not a insult.]

"I'm not from a video game. I'm not. I'm already walking proof 'fairytales' are real, I don't need that shit too."

[What the– what? Fairytales? Like– like Rapunzel?]

"What? No. Rapunzel isn't even a fairytale. She's one of the new seven lights."

[...what? Like a lighthouse? Or. What does that mean?]

"Like a princess of heart. No darkness in her heart, just pure light."

[Okay. Cool. Alright.]

"The only reason I'm even telling you that is because there's no way you can open Kingdom Hearts."

[What. What do you mean by that? You just put the disk in the player. And press start. It’s not that hard to open up a video game?]

"It's not a video game."

[Oh. Okay, whoops. What is it then?]

"It's a place and a concept. Could cause the apocalypse. Almost did."

[And what does Rapunzel have to do with the apocalypse?]

"Pit the 7 lights against 13 darknesses, boom. Kingdom Hearts."

[Like in a fight? Or like. Would cornhole also work?]

"People have to die. What the fuck is cornhole."

[It’s a game where you throw a beanbag into a wooden board with a hole in it! Fun at barbeques! Does everyone have to die? Or just like. Requirement of some death?]

"Usually, yeah. There's always like. One left to actually open the damn thing, but the rest of us get used like pawns."

[...you were a part of this?]

"I got roped into it. Had a completely different agenda."

[Well, yeah. What idiot would want to start the apocalypse?]

"You'd be surprised. He was dead set on it." Xigbar didn't mention who 'he' was, and didn't look like he wanted to.

[...right. Moving on from… that. You’re a fairytale? What’s that… mean?]

"Wouldn't you like to know." He smirked at that.

[Yes, I really, really would.]

"Not telling you that. As if. Your little head would pop."

Stanley frowned at that. [Xigbar, I can understand stuff. I live in a fucking timeloop. An existential timeloop. It can’t be that confusing.]

"I'm not saying it's confusing. I'm saying it's too much for you to know. I'm not telling you."

[I’ve seen the Narrator’s elder form. Please. I really have to know this.]

"No. Drop it."

Stanley nodded and picked up his button. He took a small bite out of it again.

[So, I think that– why are you staring at me.]

"Because you're eating a button again. It's fuckin' weird."

[It’s– no, it’s just a button? It’s a type of food. This one isn’t even spicy or anything. What are you talking about?]

"Buttons aren't- Dude. Roxas had a better diet than this, and I swear I only ever saw that kid eat ice cream."

[I got them through the food portal. It’s food. I’m eating them.]

"There was also a gun. And a horse. And a weird amount of human flesh. Just because it came through the food portal doesn't mean it's food."

[But I’m eating it.]

"And I could eat glass, but that doesn't mean I should!"

[But I like buttons. Xigbar they are my comfort food and I am feeling very stressed right now.]

"Oh my g-" Xigbar pinched the bridge of his nose. "You are so fuckin' weird."

[Yeah I know that.]

Xigbar sighed, and looked Stanley over.

“You good now? I can leave? You’re not gonna get all… you again?”

[No. You’re. You’re not gonna talk to the Kins, are you?]

"Even if they did, I doubt they'd do anything for me." He almost snickered. "One of 'em didn't even want to leave me alone with her once."

[Fine. I’ll try and get her a phone. Or two.] Stanley signed. [And, Uh. Your phone number. Give it here. So I can tell her.]

"Make it a stealthy phone. They had some crazy looking ones in the 2000s, there's gotta be something. Like a compact or whatever." He scribbled a phone number on the nearest piece of paper – the corner of a user manual. At least it was in pencil.

Stanley sighed, and nodded. [Right. I’ll go make sure I have something for her to communicate with.]

Stanley left his room and began walking through the hallways.

After a few– maybe five– minutes of walking, Stanley came across an armored man. A Kin. He sighed and tried to wave at the Kin to get his attention.

It took a bit– those helmets must be hard to see out of– but eventually the Kin stopped.

[Hi!] Stanley signed. [Do you know ASL?]

The Kin looked at him, and then in a bright tone, said, “Yep! Bar– ooh, not sure if you’re supposed to hear her name. Uh. The Showrunner, yeah that’s cool– she handed out some manuals a few days ago! I’m not perfect, but we catch on quick!”

[Oh. That’s good to know. I’d like to get a phone, one that… looks like a compact case? Or something else that could easily be… hidden.]

“Oh, okay!” the Kin said. “Come on! Kendall can lead the way. That’s me. Uh. I’m Kendall.”

[Nice to meet you. I’m Stanley.]

The two of them walked through… very pink halls, until they reached some sort of storage room. There was a pile with all sorts of contraband, and then shelving filled with all sorts of different stuff– Stanley headed over to what seemed to be the ‘electronics’ area and picked out a white Motorola Razr, and a phone that looked much like a makeup contact.

He pocketed them both– into another one of his cargo pockets.

[Thanks.] he signed to the Kin. [I’d love to hang out when we get back! Xigbar is a lot less nice than you, and I’m sort of getting lonely by myself.]

“Oh! That’d be awesome!” Kendall responded, near immediately. “See you soon!”

Stanley nodded, and headed back to his apartment.

Xigbar had left, and it didn’t seem like he’d done anything. Good.

He gathered up his things– the remaining four buttons, his laptop, an extra flannel– and bundled them up near his body. He wasn’t sure how close things had to be for it to actually count as ‘on him’ when he would be transferred, but he didn’t want to take any risks.

Stanley flipped open his laptop and waited to be pulled through to {SCEPTER}. Yes. Her.

He couldn’t think about… him.

#ooc #lore update

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