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n0tangeliccc · 1 year

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I have an idea! NSFW Jealous possesive top creek x reader, the asian girls start drawing reader with other ppl and the ships became very famous around town, tweek n craig have no other option than fuck reader until she can't think straight bc they're jealous as hell and they need to prove that reader belongs to them 💏💏💏💏

You’re ours

Craig x Fem!Reader x Tweek

(EVERYONE IS 18+)

Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, oral (m! + f! receiving), cum swallowing (it’s implied), threesome, fingering, degradation (the tiniest bit of praise), slight edging (?), semi-public sex (idk other people can hear you), uh i think that’s everything i don’t know how to tag these things😵‍💫(some parts might sound ooc im sorry!!)

A/N: I didn’t expect y’all to love the Creek stuff but here you go my loves🤭 (also this was not proofread please tell me of any misspellings!!)

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There stood your two lovers, Tweek and Craig, their hands shaking in rage as they looked at the huge mural of you and their close friend Clyde together. Ever since you started hanging out those same girls who once got them together have been shipping you and Clyde together and this made Tweek and Craig absolutely furious. “AcK- Craig can you believe this?” Tweek’s mind was racing with panicked thoughts of you leaving him and Craig “W-what if she leaves us for him aHh! This is too much!!” “Calm down honey” Craig rubs Tweek’s back trying to calm him down before sighing “I knew we should’ve just been open and told everyone we’re in a poly relationship now look at this shit!” He face palmed mentally. Craig knew you were well known around South Park it would have been only a matter of time before you started getting shipped with someone he just wished it was with him and Tweek, I mean they were your boyfriends for fucks sake! “T-That was too much pressure!!” Tweek was practically about to pull his hair out. “Don’t worry I’ve been thinking of a way to make it know” Craig smirks and Tweek gives him a confused look “Don’t worry honey I’ll tell you all about my plan on the way, now come on I’m sure Y/N’s waiting for us at the coffee shop”

As they walk to the shop they couldn’t help but notice something that only fueled their anger and jealousy even more, Clyde. Craig’s whole body tensed up and his grip on Tweek’s hand tightened causing the blonde to turn and look at what was happening.

You had been cleaning a bit while waiting for your lovers to arrive when Clyde had walked in and struck up a conversation. You’re body leaned against the counter as you and Clyde spoke when suddenly you heard the cafe door slam open. “So then I- What the hell??” Clyde jumped as Craig and Tweek walked in “Oh hey guys what’s up?” His smile fading quickly as his friends glared at him “Okay?..Anyways Y/N-“ “AH!-Actually WE need to t-talk to her right now” Tweek cut him off ‘Weird’ you thought, you’d never seen them act like this before “Well we can go into the back office, I’ll be right back Clyde!” You waved as the guys dragged you away from him.

You could feel the tension in the air as you walked in turning to look at your boyfriends. “So…What’s going on guys?” You asked awkwardly “What’s going on?? Seriously Y/N don’t you see what’s being spread around??” Craig answered back angrily “All these people are convinced you’re with Clyde!!” The jealousy pumping through his veins as he pulled you towards him and Tweek “You’re ours and I think it’s time we let people know” he growled in you ear. “I-In here?” You questioned as he grabbed you and sat you on the desk “People will hear guys” Craig smirked “I’m sure you’d like that considering how much of a whore you’ve been lately, don’t you think Tweek?” Tweek chuckled and nodded in agreement “B-better they hear and know”

He kissed down your neck as Craig untied your apron and unbuttoned your work shirt. Both men began leaving trails of hickies down your neck and breast switching sides so Tweek was now in front of you he continued to kiss down your torso, Craig removed your bra and began teasing your tits making you whimper. Tweek unzipped your pants and pulled them down to around your ankles before beginning to kiss your inner thighs running his hands painfully close to your aching core “Tweek..” you whimpered again making both men laugh. “What’s w-wrong baby? Feeling needy?” Tweek looked up at you with a sly grin, you rarely got to see this overly dominant side of him but when you did god did it make you wet. “Please Tweek” “I don’t know Tweek I think she’s been to much of a slut to deserve it” Craig smirked giving your breast a soft squeeze making you groan “So fucking slutty, bet you’re soaked just from us teasing aren’t you?” You hear Tweek chuckle as he pulled down your panties “Oh s-she is Craig” his fingers hovered over your clit teasingly making you shiver in anticipation “F-fucking whore” Tweek growled before sticking two of his fingers into your wet folds. You gasped loudly as he began sliding them in and out of you rapidly “F-Fuck Tweek!!” You moaned loudly “So loud, though you didn’t want anyone to hear this you slut” Craig grinned smugly as he undid his pants “Time to get that pretty mouth of yours to work” he said as he pulled cock out from his pants “Come on bitch you know you want it” You laid back on the desk as Tweek continued to ravish your pussy and Craig tapped his cock on your cheek “Go on, suck it whore” You wasted no time getting to work giving his tip kitten licks as you stoked the rest of his length. “Fuck…good whore” Craig groaned as you began to slowly began to sick your head down his shaft. Tweek smirked and flattered his tongue against your clit teasingly before harshly sucking on it making you moan around Craig cock “Yeah j-just like that baby” he removed his fingers from inside you switching to his tongue, he lapped your juices rapidly making moan even louder as you felt yourself getting closer to cumming. “A-Are you close?” Tweek asked as he pulled away, his thumb circling your clit as you pulled away from Craig and nodded desperately. “Switch?” He asked Craig “Switch” he grinned mischievously as they exchanged spots with Craig between your legs and Tweek in front of you face now. You quickly began to stroke Tweek’s dick before bringing it to your mouth as Craig teased your entrance with his cock making you whimper around Tweek. “G-gah!” Tweek moaned as your mouth did wonders on his cock. Craig slid into your wet folds a low groan escaping his lips as he began slowly began to thrust into you “That’s it take it like a good slut” he cooed in your ear as his thrust began to speed up. You’re moans we’re sending chills up Tweek’s spine as you sucked him off, he grabbed onto your hair pushing himself deeper into your throat “F-fuck- close!!” You continued even faster as you hear his breath quicken “Ngh! Y/N!!” He let out one last high pitched groan before he came in your mouth holding your head down on his cock. Craig chuckled and began thrusting even faster and harder that before as he felt your walls clenching around him “That’s it whore, cum for us” His animalistic thrust sent you over the edge and you came hard screaming out in pleasure “F-fuck” Craig grunted as his thrust became sloppier and he pushed himself into you on last time before he came.

By the next day everyone knew of your relationship with Tweek and Craig. Not because you guys announced it out loud but because poor Clyde heard the whole thing from outside the office and told everyone.

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Longest oneshot I’ve written (why it took me so damn long😭) also the dirtiest oml😮‍💨

#south park x reader #south park fanfiction #south park x y/n #south park x you #south park smut #craig tucker x reader #craig tucker x you #craig tucker x y/n #tweek tweak x reader #tweek tweak x you #tweek tweak x y/n #creek x reader

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ire-as-iris · 10 months

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What do you need to hear right now? [Divination Reading no. 1]

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"I can't give up now before its too late." "I've had enough shit in my plate, get lost" "It's better to stay than to go with you" Pile 1, you maybe moving on from something or someone/staying on the path you started. For those who are dealing with a person: You can't move on from the memories but you know deep down this relationship was doomed from the stort and the universe gave you a chance to see it but you ignored the red flags listen to your intuition carefully to avoid this mistake again (is this the third time you let this person in?) I'm sensing that this pile is too focus to this relationship and for a few of you that is not dealing with a person but a situation to yourself, you're going to be at a better place right now (even if you don't notice it). You decided to fight for this passion, you're not letting the doubts take your dream away Additional messages: Nape, neck, taurus, capricorn, 939, B, V, X, Y, Z, W, chick style clothing, pasta, hoodies, jeans, milk, cereal

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I'm hearing: Temptation, don't let temptation get the best of you

This pile has an addiction

I'm also hearing drúgs, I was almost going to cough when I write that but I managed to stop it, something about your throat seems blocked. For some of you, you may have fever or feeling sick of everything in this life So you cope with it using that addiction.

My spirit guides are telling me to take care of your mental health, are you depressed? If you're going to cope with something, make it hhealthy One example would be talking with the people you love to reduce the stress, anxiety; doing something you're passionate about etc.

Some of you are fighting the negative self of yours.

Stop whining and doing nothing (oh, some people are demanding change but lazy.)

Remember that in order to heal, you don't need someone (some people have it but they lack what?) cooperation, resiliency, and determination...that's what it takes to heal from your mental struggles.

As a psychology student, I'm begging you please, don't let a thing or person ruin everything for you. You already have passed so many obstacles in life just by being here, look how far you have come!

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Self love is the main of this pile, you're healing the wounded parts of yourself, CONFIDENCE seems to the number of people who picked this is working on. Keep on going bro! I feel like there are more guys in this pile than 2 and 1 (you're may be drawn to pile 1 as well)

My spirit guides wants to tell you that you've been doing a great job! Also, they said to consider exercising and include healthy foods for your diet to boosts your confidence more.

Something good will happen... you'll see it soon.

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4th house, 5th house, 6th house

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avatarmerida · 1 year

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Short little late night huntlow drabble about two losers who are also nerds

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“The briefing shouldn’t take too long. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Hunter assured, giving Willow one final hug before following Gus and heading to the airship. He blamed his late departure on him “forgetting” supplies, but his empty hands easily proved he wanted to fill them with nothing else but her.

“I know you will.” said Willow,her arms anchored tightly around his neck. She knew everyone was staring, she didn’t care. She had been through too much to risk another incomplete goodbye. She slowly released her hold on him to see him better and she knew he shared her sentiment, but as much as they wanted to there was little else they could do to prolong their farewell .”Take your time.” She said quietly as she stepped back so he could get going. He nodded and turned to leave for real this time.

As she watched him walk away, Willow’s heart felt as though it was overfilling. She took a deep breath as she let the contents pour out, summoning a bold voice for them to travel on before he got too far away. “‘Take the stars if you need to, I won’t want to see them anyway if I have to see them alone.’”

Hunter stopped in his tracks. With a look of disbelief he slowly turned back around to Willow, who offered him a shy smile.

“W-what did you say?”

“‘Even if you don’t take them, I won’t know the difference.’” She continued. “‘The brightest thing in my world will be missing so the sky would be dark regardless.”

Hunter hasped. “Are you quoting-?”

“Book 3, chapter 15.” Willow eagerly replied before he could finish the question.

“B-but how? I thought-.”

“I uh, read ahead so when you finished the series I could surprise you and we could talk about it right away.” she replied, tucking her hair behind her ear, slightly nervous for some reason.

“And you memorized Ivy’s goodbye to O’Bailey?” Hunter asked with a gulp, his voice light and shaky as he took a step closer to her. He looked at her with utter astonishment.

She nodded. “It was one of my favorite parts.” She said sweetly, taking a step to him. “Especially the next part.”

“Right,” Hunter whispered, his eyes locked on the wonderful plant witch, always full of wonderful surprises. It took a moment before he caught on, seeing her prompting him. he words came naturally to him for numerous reasons, helping him say what he could not compose himself as he brought forth a bold voice of his own as he walked closer to her. “Oh! Oh, yeah uh…’You would entrust me with the stars?’”

“‘I would entrust with my very heart, Chief O’Bailey,’” Willow responded with the next line.

“‘Oh, but you’ll need it, won’t you?’” Hunter went on in character. “‘Perhaps you can use mine since I’ll be leaving it here, as it belongs with you beneath the stars.”

“‘Knowing you are among them will be enough for me to keep them in my sights,” said Willow, taking another step so he was close enough to touch again. “‘The stars cover a wide range, they can keep our hearts connected,’”.

Hunter sighed and they reached the end of the chapter’s dialogue. “I can’t believe he just leaves after that though,” he said, almost upset. “Like… that was totally a confession, right? And he doesn’t realize it? I know I should go now but I always get mad at that part because clearly Ivy was waiting for him to-.”

“Oh she was, she definitely was.” Willow replied with utter confidence. “But I think he was just overwhelmed by everything and he didn’t realize it.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Said Hunter, who wanted nothing more than to talk about Cosmic Frontier with his favorite person and could not bring himself to leave. “But I can’t help but feel like he missed his chance. I only have one chapter left and they haven’t reunited yet and I really need to know if they-.”

“Well, I can tell you.” Willow offered with a twinkle in her eye. “If you want.”

“You know how I feel about spoilers,” Hunter said with a lopsided smile. “Ugh, I can’t wait to talk about this with you! I can’t believe I had no idea you were reading ahead this whole time!”

“Yeah, I uh stole the books while you were asleep,” Willow admitted, twirling her braid. “I knew they were important to you and you’re important to me, so…”

“What was your favorite part?” Hunter asked excitedly, taking her hands in his as he suppressed the desire to jump up and down with joy.

“Oh, uh, I don’t think you’ve gotten that far yet,” Willow smiled, her favorite part being right at the end, when they were reunited. “And I know how you feel about spoilers.”

“Fair enough.” Hunter said with a fond sigh. “When things calm down, I wanna hear all your theories! What do you think about Ivy and O’Bailey? Did you like the ending? Wait wait, don’t tell me! I don’t wanna know what happens!”

Willow giggled. “Fine I won’t tell you what happens,” she said as she leaned forward and rose to her tiptoes, placing one hand on Hunter’s shoulder for balance as she gently placed her lips the one the side of his face right by the corner of his mouth. She lingered there a moment, and heard him sharply inhale to hold his breath. She smiled as she hovered by his ear to whisper. “But I did really like the ending.”

He squeaked as she returned to her place in front of him and gave him her signature wink which sent a chill up his spine. “Was that-? Does that mean-? A-are you-?” Hunter wasn’t sure what question to ask, his face a mixture of stun and delight. It was a farewell Willow was satisfied with, knowing he had extra determination to return safely. He needed to find out exactly how much she was quoting.

“We can talk about your theories when you get back.”

#huntlow #winter toh #huntlow fanfiction #toh #willow park #hunter toh #the owl house #nerds and losers

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ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa · 2 months

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Kokichi being related to Ishimaru

Apolllo: All the killing games were simulations (though Junko did die. She had it set up that once she was executed, life support would be switched off and a poison would be administrated meaning she didn't have to face them for she knew it would cause despair for them not to get that sort of closure. She made sure her pod was hidden as well). Kokichi got some of his leadership skills from his cousin, one Kiyotaka Ishimaru. They have different styles sure but he still learnt most of his things from Taka. He also learnt some from both Byakuya and the Imposter (who's impressed that Kokichi somehow managed to pick up that they weren't all they seemed). It hurt all three of them though Byakuya is hesitant to admit it to see him in V3 and the way he acted during it. It hit Imposter hard because they were one of the causes behind the tragedy which ended up with Kokichi being captured.

Ves: making kokichi an ishimaru is FASCINATING was he shielded from the grandpa blowback? Apollo: He's shielded dw! Kokichi doesn't tell anyone about their connection until he gets into Hope's Peak and one of them (probably Taka) slip up and mention that they're cousins or something

Ves: being in that family's gotta give him some WILD baggage around leadership, still how's he feel about having a cop uncle Apollo: Oh it really does. Especially when he gets his acceptance letter. He's tried to be his own person but he now officially has a (somewhat) similar talent to his cousin. As for the cop uncle, it's sorta awkward because DICE aren't the most…Law abiding citizens out there Ves: the ishimarus are canonically poor as dirt bc of what happened, but there seems to be a lot of pride in not turning to ~less scrupulous~ ways of earning money. the friction DICE'd cause,,,ouch

Apollo: It's something that annoys the hell out of Kokichi. So what if he's pulling stupid pranks and occasionally petty theft? If the world finds out he's connected to them, they're gonna expect it so may as well have fun. Taka's tried to stop him but it hasn't worked. Kokichi's got it in his mind that because Japan basically hates his family, he may as well give them a reason to hate him for more than any connections he has He almost turns down Hope's Peak but DICE encourage him to go…They regret it when everything happens though He forgives them dw

Ves: 'forgives' implies previous anger apollo don't do it don't break up the clown fambly- Apollo: At first he may or may not be slightly annoyed when he first goes to Hope's Peak because who needs some stupid school? He wants to go back to the clowns damn it! Ves: ohhh i thought u meant blaming them for him getting kidnapped Apollo: No he'd never do that he blames the man who ruined his family's life lmao When he gets out and remembers everything, he's pissed off. In the game he wanted to be someone and he gets out and finds that he basically had been but it turned out horribly The others find out and expect him to flaunt it only to discover how disgusted he is with the whole thing. He prefers his poor clown family thank you very much! He is slowly improving his relationship with his cousin and uncle but it's slow

Me: what if the reason Kokichi is shielded from the association with Ishimarus because he's from Taka's mother's side of the family, and his mom (or it could be dad ig, but I imagined mom) was like "I can't believe my sister married a cop" and kept him away for the most part, not fully cutting them off, but they're distant, usually making sure to meet up without the old man there Apollo: OH HELL YES Kokichi purposely fucks with the law because A) It's fun B) He sees how much the whole distance thing is actually hurting the family C) He just wants attention from them and what better way than to end up at the station his uncle works at? Taka tries to reconnect when he realises Kokichi is at Hope's Peak but Ko keeps brushing him off despite knowing he's not to blame for everything Me: yes, cause, when I said they meet up without the old man, I definitely had them still meeting and playing together as kids, but as they got older they started to sense something is off, and their mothers don't get along as well as they tried to make it seem and instead just tried to still support each other despite their disagreements Kokichi probably had a lot of hand-me-downs from Taka when they were kids

Apollo: Imagine if that ends up making Kokichi feel worse because yet again, he's connected to the part of the family his mother is lowkey trying to make him hate or something Me: I just wanted to be silly and have Kokichi's mom say acab and be the one that gave Kokichi his values when this started Apollo: Kokichi: acab…Got it, time to break the law whenever I can Me: She just disapproves, but still loves her sister and they supported each other through rising kids Apollo: The poor kids [pensive emoji]

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #dr thh #kokichi ouma #kokichi oma #kiyotaka ishimaru #junko enoshima #byakuya togami #ultimate imposter #writing inspiration #writing ideas #made by me

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livelaughwhump · 10 months

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Worthless - Part 17

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Content: mention of nightmares, implied past noncon, dehumanization, bit of fluff, former pet whumpee

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Elliot couldn't sleep. He'd tried, of course, but the nightmares plaguing his sleep made it difficult to do so. He hadn't woken up screaming this time, but he still couldn't close his eyes without seeing images of his torment, his assault. Now, he was wide awake, flinching at every little sound. It was miserable. He was exhausted and he just wanted to sleep.

It wasn't long before morning rolled around. The sun shone through the gaps in his blinds, painting stripes of light across his walls. He could hear his teammates milling about, talking, preparing breakfast. As much as he wanted to join them, he just didn't have the energy. His eyes continued to slip shut, despite his efforts to stop them. His head lulled forward and he struggled to keep it up. Sleep was the only thing on his mind.

Elliot jerked when the door opened, startled by the sudden intrusion. He looked up at his smiling visitor with heavy-lidded eyes.

Lyra smiled. "Morning, sunshine. Everything okay?"

Elliot could hardly hear them, but he forced a nod anyway.

Lyra tilted their head to the left. "You sure? You look exhausted. Did you sleep well last night?"

His head lulled forward again and Lyra rushed to his side before he could topple to the floor. "Elliot!" Lyra put their hands on both of his shoulders and held him at arm's length. "Sunshine, why are you so tired? Did you get any sleep at all last night?"

Elliot forced a slow shake of his head. "T-Tired."

"You look tired. What happened? Why didn't you sleep?"

"N-Nightmare."

Lyra's expression softened. "Oh." They brushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes. "I'm sorry, sunshine. I thought those were getting better."

Elliot fought to stay awake. "Th-They are, b-but s-sometimes they..." His eyelids threatened to slip shut but he snapped them back open. "They-They get b-bad again."

Lyra nodded in understanding. "So, was last night a bad one?"

Elliot nodded. "Mhm."

"Well, why don't you try to get some sleep now, then? I'll watch over you and I'll wake you up the second you start having a nightmare."

Elliot shook his head. "Don't w-wanna sleep. T-Too scared."

Lyra sighed. "Elliot, you're exhausted. You need sleep." Elliot shook his head again. Lyra pursed their lips and thought for a moment. If he was too afraid of his nightmare to sleep, perhaps distracting him will help him relax enough to try. "Why don't I give you some kind of distraction, then?" Elliot looked up at that and tilted his head to the side. "There's actually something I've been meaning to give you since I got back. I've just been waiting for the right time. Want me to go get it?"

Elliot considered their offer. A distraction would get his mind off of his haunting nightmare. Usually, the prospect of a gift would make him anxious, but he trusted Lyra enough that he was sure they'd gotten him something he'd really like.

He nodded and Lyra beamed. "Awesome! I'll just go get it, then!" With that, they were gone, leaving Elliot's creaking door wide open. Elliot stared out into the hallway and thought about what Lyra's gift could be. It was an odd feeling, trusting someone again, but it wasn't a bad feeling. It was just different.

When Lyra returned, they were holding a large, wrapped box with a bow of ribbon on the top. "I got this for you while I was away. I had the person at the store wrap it after I bought it, and everything." Lyra gently pushed it closer to Elliot. "I've been waiting to give it to you until I thought you needed a pick-me-up. Sure, there have been a few opportunities, but they didn't feel right. Anyway, go on, open it."

Elliot was skeptical, but it wasn't in his nature to turn down an order. He slowly began to rip the paper off and untie the bow, glancing at Lyra every once in a while to confirm he wasn't making a mistake. Once the wrapping paper was completely gone, all that sat in its place was a burgundy briefcase.

Confused, Elliot looked up at Lyra and tilted his head like a dog.

Lyra was beaming. "Open it," they urged.

Still cautious, Elliot did as he was told. The clasps pinched his fingers and he winced and opened the case. Inside were loads of art supplies, from colored pencils to charcoal to markers to paint and brushes. There was even a little drawing book in the middle of all of it.

Elliot repressed the urge to gasp as he took in everything.

"It's an art kit!" Lyra shouted, startling Elliot and making him jump. "Sorry. Anyway, I saw this in a store window while I was away and thought it might be something you'd enjoy. I know you haven't drawn in a while, but I was thinking that maybe this would help you get back into it." Elliot continued to marvel at all of his new supplies, completely silent. Lyra's smile faltered. "Um, I was also thinking that, if you were afraid to start, maybe we could draw something together. It could be just the two of us, or the whole team. It's up to you."

Elliot ran his fingers over a few of the supplies. He had forgotten what it felt like to draw and create. Words had always been hard for him, that's why drawing had always been so important to him. It was a way for him to communicate without words. He wondered if he'd even remember how to hold a pencil.

Lyra's smile faded. "You don't like it, do you." Elliot finally looked up at them, eyes wide as though he'd forgotten they were in the room. "It's okay, you don't have to use it if you don't like it."

"N-No!" Elliot exclaimed. Lyra started, shocked at the force behind the word. "I-I love it." Tears started to fill his eyes. "Th-Thank you, Lyra."

Lyra's smile slowly started to return. "Really? I'm so glad!"

Elliot nodded, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "It's-It's j-just been so l-long since s-someone gave me such a n-nice gift. Th-Thank you."

Lyra reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind his ears. "Of course, sunshine. I would do anything for you, just to see you smile."

Elliot wanted to. He wanted to smile like he used to, like he knew his friends wanted him to, but he just couldn't. He just wasn't there yet, and it made him feel so incredibly guilty. He just hoped they didn't hate him for it.

Lyra jumped and gasped when her phone vibrated in her pocket. The sharp sound startled Elliot, but he relaxed when she pulled out her phone. "Sorry, sunshine. I didn't mean to startle..." She trailed off and her smile disappeared in an instant.

Anxiety began to churn in the pit of Elliot's stomach. His mind was racing with every possibility of what he could've done wrong, but he couldn't come up with anything. He thought he'd been good. "L-Lyra?"

Lyra looked up abruptly and forced the smile back onto their face. "Sorry, I just, um..." They glanced at their phone again. "I need to take care of something." They stood up and began to walk backwards in the direction of the door, never taking their eyes off of Elliot. "Feel free to...start drawing if you want."

Elliot glanced between his new art kit and his best friend. "Is-Is everything okay?

Lyra nodded as they reached for the doorknob. "Everything's fine. Nothing you need to worry about. I'll be back soon, I promise." With that, they shut the door behind them, leaving Elliot confused and anxiously staring at the door.

. . .

Lyra felt sick. Everything had been going so well! Elliot nearly smiled! He was happy! Then, in an instant, it was all ruined.

The second they left Elliot's room, they opened their phone again. They wished they had imagined what they'd seen, but they hadn't. On their phone were dozens upon dozens of pictures and videos, sent from an unknown number. Each one displayed Elliot in a humiliating or painful position. There wasn't a single one of them were he was fully clothed. The most he wore was a stained, torn shirt and a pair of dirty boxers, and then there were some where he wasn't wearing anything.

He looked like a skeleton. His ribs were pushing out from behind his pale skin. There were tears in his eyes and sometimes a gag or a muzzle around his mouth. In some of them, he wore a tight leather collar, while in others, he wore a shock collar. There was even a video of him crawling across the floor like a dog, being dragged around by a leash. There was another where Christian's off-screen voice was shouting dog commands at him and laughing.

There was no light or hope in his eyes in any of the pictures. He looked completely defeated and broken, like he didn't believe anyone cared about him.

The further Lyra scrolled, the more disturbing the images got. There were a few in which Elliot was completely naked and in such vulnerable and violating positions. There were some in which he was covered in dirt and blood and other bodily fluids that weren't his own. Lyra gagged. They'd known what had happened to him, but they could never have imagined what it looked like.

Beneath all of the photos and videos, there was a single text message that read:

It's been two years since I was kicked from the team. Just wanted to show you all what came of that decision ;) - CW

P. S. Send my regards to my little pet. I can't wait to see it again.

Lyra thought they were going to vomit. They read the message over and over again, desperate to understand why and how Christian had sent it.

"Lyra!" Karine's frantic voice shouted from the living room.

Lyra snapped out of their trance and followed the voice. Karine, Yvonne, Broderick, and Landon were all sitting there with horrified expressions on their faces. Their phones were open on their laps and Lyra could only assume that they had received the same message. Landon was scrolling through the photos on Broderick's phone while Yvonne was wrapped in the medic's arms. Karine looked absolutely furious.

Lyra's heart was pounding. "Did you get it too?"

Karine looked up at her and nodded. "You were with Elliot when we all received it. He didn't see anything, did he?"

Lyra shook their head. "I don't think so. He was distracted."

Karine sighed in relief and plopped back onto the couch. "Thank god."

Landon looked about ready to hurl Broderick's phone across the room. "That monster!"

Lyra shushed him. "Keep your voice down. Elliot is going to hear you."

Landon shook his head. "How could someone do this? Elliot is the most gentle person on the planet! How could someone treat him like this?" His knuckles were bone-white where he gripped the phone.

Broderick had tears in his eyes. "What are we gonna do, Karine?"

Karine was silent for a moment. "I'm not sure. This isn't a clear threat, so there's not much we can do."

"Not a clear threat?" Landon exclaimed. "I think it's pretty clear that he intends to come back for Elliot."

Lyra shushed him even harder this time. "Elliot can't know about this, Landon. Stop shouting."

Landon threw his hands into the air in irritation. "What else am I supposed to do? Have you looked at these pictures, Lyra?"

"Yes," Lyra answered instantly. "I looked at every single one and they made me sick. Hell, I still feel like vomiting, but letting Elliot know about this is only going to make things worse. He's been doing so well lately, and I don't want to see him regress, do you?"

Landon didn't answer. He handed Broderick his phone back and angrily folded his arms over his chest. "I should've killed that monster when I had the chance."

"Me too, Landon, but we can't change what he didn't do," Karine said. "If I had shot Christian when I first found out what he was doing to Elliot, none of this would've happened, but I didn't. So, I could blame myself for this, or I could help Elliot heal from the trauma he went through. Either way, it won't change what happened."

Yvonne wiped away her tears. "So, what should we do, Karine?"

Karine took a moment to consider their options. The rest of the team waited with bated breath to hear her answer. Eventually, she said, "I think we should tell Elliot."

Lyra's eyes widened. "Are you nuts? We're not telling him about this!"

"He has a right to know, Lyra."

"He's already mortified by what happened to him, Karine!" Lyra shouted. "How do you think he'll react when we tell him that we've seen evidence of what he went through?" No one had an answer.

Karine's shoulders heaved. "So, what do you think we should do, then, Lyra? Ignore this?"

"I don't know!" Lyra shouted. "I just..." They ran a hand down the side of their face. "I can't bear to see him get any worse, and I don't see anything good coming out of telling him."

"So, what's your plan, then?" Landon asked.

Lyra thought for a beat. "All of you, just delete the messages and block the number. I'll take care of this." Without allowing their teammates even a second to respond, Lyra turned and stormed in the direction of their room.

"Lyra!" Karine shouted after them, but they were already gone.

Lyra locked the door behind them, pulled out their phone, and pressed it to their ear. The incessant ringing only fueled Lyra's growing anxiety, but that quickly faded when a deep voice on the other end of the call said, "Hey, Lyra. What's up?"

Lyra didn't have time for pleasantries. "Hey, Gary. You told me to call if Christian ever tried to contact any of us? Well, there's something you should see."

. . .

Elliot almost didn't want to touch any of his new art supplies. They were all so perfect and pristine, the numerous colors arranged in a gorgeous rainbow, the blending pencils untouched by charcoal or graphite. The paint brushes were still soft and clean, and the erasers were still perfectly shaped.

He spent an unnecessarily long time admiring his new supplies, his mind overwhelmed with the possibilities of what he could create. He hadn't thought about drawing in over a year, but the prospect filled him with a sense of warmth he was no longer familiar with.

After a while of mindlessly admiring his supplies, Elliot eventually decided to start with a simple sketch. He chose a beautifully sharpened pencil and turned to the first clean page in the drawing book. He was elated just holding the pencil. Staring at the blank page, a million possibilities ran through his head. It gave him a headache, but he hardly noticed. For once, he didn't want to overthink things. So, he put the tip of the pencil to the clean, white paper and started to draw.

It was exhilarating. His hand moved across the paper, seemingly with a mind of its own. Who knew such a simple thing could cause so much joy? It wasn't the kind of joy he got from pleasing his superiors either. It was different, stronger. It made him feel almost...human. In fact, it was the first time in months that he truly felt like Elliot again.

Sorry this chapter took so long! I've been really busy and haven't found much time to write. I don't love this chapter, but the next one is one that I'm very excited about😈

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fanz-y · 3 months

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So now that I've actually watched 10 anime I wanted to rank them from best to worst

1. MSG: the Witch from Mercury; I have not seen any other Gundam show but I don't think this one is leaving #1 spot ever, and Bandai were cowards and homophobic for not showing us either a kiss or the wedding even though they got married, also I'm so mad that I episode 11 during the hug they didn't even say "I love you". The robots became the least interesting part of the robot show (8th I watched)

2. Bocchi the Rock!; probably what I want most anime to be, can't wait for the movie('s), this, G-Witch and Your Name might as well both be #1, also I want a cute Bocchi plush but I can't find one that's affordable without a high delivery :< (7th I watched)

3. Your Name; A movie that I found on a trans subreddit about a year ago, I didn't think it'd be as good as it was or that it'd affect me as much as it did, but I was left in tears when the credits came on, the story went somewhere completely than I thought it would, 10/10. also tied for first place, it deserves to be watched in a movie theater so much (10th I watched)

4. Cowboy Bebop; twink and his bear friend go on space adventures oh and the twink has his own shadow the hedgehog (6th one I watched)

5. BNA: Brand New Animal; the one of 2 studio Trigger show I've seen but from what I've read and heard they have a pretty mid reputation, I really liked it tho, I watched it around the time I came out and it's a pretty good trans allegory (still feel a tad weird about the ending) (4th one I watched)

6. Neon Genesis Evangelion (and the 1st movie); (don't)Get in the robot Shinji, I had been interested in it a bunch, big robots and all that, but only just got to it. The self perpetuating loop of abuse and trauma that Shinji and everyone gets put through because Genduo can't get over the death of his wife is horrible and I can't think of a more despicable antagonist than him, the movie was so fucked up. I still struggle to get what Seele was supposed to represent. I loved every scene where the Eva's get shown as demons, those looked real cool (9th I watched) (watched it entirely cuz of Signalis)

7. Cyberpunk Edgerunners; watched this before I played the game, the abuse that David went through combined with the end that I miss interpreted put me a bit off and I missed the point, but I got it after a rewatch (3rd one I watched)

8. JoJo's Bizarre Adventure; now that I've grown as a person I can safely say that it deserved to drift from spot 1, part 4 is still my fave. And it's still really really good in spite of how low it is (1st I watched)

9. Guilty Gear Xrd & Strive story mode; I am both counting and lumping them together, I liked the oversized Smurf with a gun, also Elphelt bby girl, still would've preferred an actual game tho(5th one I watched)

100000000000. Future Diary; I've watch this in a trade to get someone else to watch JoJo's, they came out better off with that deal, I am also no longer friends with that person (not because of the show but it's funny to mention) (2nd I watched) I still think it's missing some zeros, just add however many you believe it needs

Honorable mentions:

- Signalis; I know it's not an anime but it's anime adjacent and it's the best story I've ever played through, I don't even like horror games or gore at all that much but I will 100% this game and get all the endings, I wish I could talk about it more but spoiling ANYTHING about it feels wrong and making posts where half the words are censored just so fans get it isn't gonna work

- Pokemon; I loved the XYZ and B&W runs but I haven't watched it all and only remember catching it on TV

-Scott Pilgrim takes off, I watched the first few episodes, I don't particularly care for it, but it looks pretty good

Dishonorable mentions:

- Attack on Titan; I've had a run in with the series back when season 1 came out, back when I thought gore was cool, now I have negative interest in the series, I literally couldn't care less and I'm only putting it here to be fair

Conclusion:

After the Witch from Mercury and Evangelion, I don't care for big robots as much as I used to.

Oh and I'm watching some more soon-ish gimme recommendations

#guilty gear #signalis #neon genesis evangelion #your name #jojos bizarre adventure #the witch from mercury #cyberpunk 2077 #cowboy bebop #bocchi the rock!#bna: brand new animal

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sudoscience · 4 months

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Finished The Indigo Disk last night, so time for some more PokéThoughts:

For costing more than half the price of the base game, I feel like the story could have been longer. I'm certainly not done playing the DLC yet (still haven't caught the Loyal Three, for example), but I finished the story in ~2 days. The base game probably took me about a week? To be fair, I did start the DLC with a full team of Lvl 100 Pokémon, so that probably saved me a lot of time.

Similarly, for being called "The Hidden Treasure of Area Zero", you really don't spend that much time in Area Zero. Again, this is likely due to having a late game, high level build. Part of the reason it took longer in the base game is because you don't have Koraidon, so you can't just jump and fly to get where you need. Also, I just immediately used the warp point to get to Research Station 4 instead of walking through all of Area Zero again. I hope I didn't accidentally skip any fun interactions, but with how much Game Freak tries to railroad you into doing the plot how they want you to (see my previous post about the DLC), I feel like if there were any cutscenes there, then you just wouldn't be able to use the warp points for... reasons.

That being said, what time you do spend in Area Zero is just as awesome as the first time you go there in the base game. The new music is great, too.

Speaking of new music: Celestial (Remix by Toby Fox)?! Leave it to Toby to make an Ed Sheeran song actually good, I guess.

Performance wise, it's comparable to the base game, maybe slightly better? Only clipped into a mountain once. Haven't noticed any other glitches so far, but it does occasionally seem to run a bit sluggishly. (And it continues to suffer from a lack of voice acting.)

Koraidon can fly now!!! Wish there was an option to invert the y-axis, but it can fly!!! Also, you can BE your Pokémon now!!!

Spoilers?

I like how they tell you Blueberry Academy is in Unova, but it's not, like, attached to it at all. It's just an island. They could have said any region, and it would have had negligible impact, imo. (But I am saying this as someone who hasn't actually played Gen V, so maybe there were things I missed.)

Well, okay, I think it did have one effect. I haven't played B/W, but I know Unova is supposed to be based on America, so when one of the NPCs mentions "BBQs", I was like, "Oh, that's cool. They have barbecues here instead of picnics." Nope! Stands for Blueberry Quests.

Terapagos being tiny when Kieran first pulls him out was the funniest shit

It broke the fucking Master Ball?! It can do that?!

Still not sure I really understand how the Stellar Tera Type works. I know it's not every type at once. I'm not sure how that would work either. Wouldn't they just cancel each other out?

I don't feel like the game did the best job of communicating how much time had passed. Carmine (and later, Kieran) always being like, "You really kept me waiting". I literally did not??? But also, Kieran saying, "I looked up to [Player] for so long", meanwhile I'm pretty sure that, at most, one in-game week has passed since I first met him. I guess if I had played the first part when it first came out, it would've felt like a longer time. (It was probably supposed to be at least a few months in-game.)

Also makes it a little hard to buy into his motivation being his desire to beat me in battle. Wait, maybe that makes it more believable, actually. "You're still bitter about that?" "Yeah? It was just last week..."

But, again, I would be perfectly happy to let him have Ogerpon. He has a personal connection to it! If I keep it, it's probably just going to stay in one of my boxes. (It is pretty cute, though.)

Despite the lack of hugs, I found the ending acceptable. I do still wish you could have hugged Kieran, though. Or at the very least, when he says, "Can we be friends again?", you should have been able to say something like, "What do you mean 'again'? We're still friends!"

#i know it sounds like i'm complaining a lot but the dlc is actually really fun #would recommend #pkmn #al rambles about pokemon #the hidden treasure of area zero #pokemon #pokémon #pokemon scarlet and violet #sv spoilers

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apparitionism · 1 year

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Hi @barbarawar , and happy Gift Exchange to you! Here’s what you said to anonymous-me: “Okay, so we know up until Instinct HG wasn’t in contact with Myka, but after it seems maybe they were from Myka’s reference to HG’s girlfriend in the finale for example. Did they ever get that coffee? Do they talk regularly? If you could do something with that that’d be awesome!”

First, I should say that from Instinct onward, the show seemed committed to forcing its characters into shapes that fit (or “fit”) an apparently predetermined, clichéd outcome, and I share the resentment that many feel about how awful that was. However! For the purposes of your gift, it’s that sense of “fit,” in quotes, that I’ve set out to push at in this piece. When people (well, characters) are forced—or feel themselves forced—to “fit” into particular narratives, what damage is done? How much of that damage is irreparable? And what does it mean for damage to be irreparable, anyway? This story offers some maybe-answers.

(P.S. This is going to be two parts, both because I’m incapable of being succinct and because I would like to get it right. Right-ish. Second part will appear in due time, with apologies for making you wait.) (P.P.S. The book referenced herein is real, which I hope comes as no surprise.) (P.P.P.S. Much gratitude, as always, to @kla1991 for the @b-and-w-holiday-gift-exchange management!)

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Myka sits at tables and tells lies.

She wouldn’t have imagined she’d take up these conjoined activities—an irrational hobby if ever there was one—but: here she is.

At times, this joint doing is an obstacle course, but today it’s simple. Artie, stationed across from her, asks, “Are you making unauthorized use of an artifact?”

He’s asking everybody, one on one; Claudia had been the first interrogatee, and she’d told Myka to brace herself, with a groan of “Why does he have to turn into Torquemartie like this? ‘Oh, the ping’s coming from inside the Warehouse!’ Dude. Artifacts get weird. They make pingy noises. Doesn’t mean we’re running around punching our downside cards.”

In the past, Myka wouldn’t have needed the heads-up, for she would have been innocent and indignant. And in fact she doesn’t need it now, for now she’s a practiced liar, so: “No,” she says (innocent), and “of course not,” she adds (indignant).

“If you run across anything that... strikes you,” Artie says.

“I’ll tell you.” Also a lie. Things that strike her, she keeps to herself.

Unlike her table-set lying, that’s not new.

“I think I might be a writer,” she’d said to her father, before she was old enough to have learned better. Eight. She’d been eight, and in school she’d written a story about a girl who tamed a lion. Her teacher had asked her to read it aloud to the class.

“You know nothing about that,” he’d snapped back, and the sting of it taught her: if you love something, if it sets you on fire, that’s wrong. Kill it.

And if you can’t? Then hide it.

Myka, having discovered after much effort that she had no talent for killing her love for anything, had become adept at hiding it, particularly from her family: she’d hidden her love of writing, after that first young cut; later, she’d hidden her affinity for law enforcement, every scrap of satisfaction she took in the accolades she received for valor, dedication, marksmanship, all of it; she’d even hidden the perverse pride she took in her adept ability to hide.

She hid everything, from her family and then from everyone, and she was adept at the hiding. That didn’t keep her clandestine investments from going south—witness Sam—but she was adept.

Until Helena.

Helena short-circuited Myka’s hiding mechanism. So much fire, so uncontainable, and it all spilled out, so loud, so open. So... unhidden.

So Myka has reasserted her old ability, augmented as it has had to be, here where she dwells in so many layered aftermaths. She’s hiding—which, fine, maybe that’s passive lying, but at least it’s a sin of omission. And she’s uttering (but not only uttering) untruths: this new, committed sin.

If she were paid by the lie, she could retire. Oh, and if she retired now, how about this: evil, crazy, dead; she’s got the trifecta too. Evil because she tells lies, which is no good in any cosmos; crazy because that’s what those lies render her in her head; and dead... well.

She could lie to herself and chalk that, too, up to those table-lies, but what would be the point? She wouldn’t believe herself. She remembers too much about what being alive felt like. She can’t fail to understand the contrast now.

****

“Just coffee next time,” Helena had said, and while Myka had counterproposed “save the world,” she hadn’t explicitly turned down the coffee proffer, and that had resulted, via a weird press of obligation in her head that hurt like hope, in her having to accept it when it was in fact proposed.

When Helena had contacted her—by text, and the Helena of before (before, oh, before) would never have begun “R u available,” so the texter seemed from the start a stranger—Myka had thought, Sure, I can do this, only to think, T–minus five minutes, I can’t do this.

Because she’d compartmentalized, until that zero-nigh moment, the implications of what had brought Helena near: a forensics conference in Nebraska, which had to mean Helena was still working that... Myka tried to say “job” in her head. Instead it came out “con.”

Thinking that word, doing the work of thinking it further into a sneer, helped paper over at least enough of her panic to allow her to walk into the designated coffee shop, a walk she tried to take with no expectations or intentions. I will see Helena. That was all. I will see Helena.

And see her Myka did, her face in profile against a window that offered, in stark contrast, a plain gray Nebraska sky. Its neutrality set Helena’s beauty in high relief. She was striking enough, as always, to instantly take a heart and break it, and yet to Myka’s gaze, this first sight after a length of time, she struck uncanny, like a painting of herself. Or not even that: instead some inartistic facsimile, an AI-generated irreality unworthy of her name.

Even so... even so, Myka could have regarded Helena forever—show me her, any version, and I will hungrily look—but looking, now, seemed an endpoint, not at enticement. Before (before, oh, before), Helena had been a magnet, aligning Myka’s entire compass of being to her true-north pull.

Now, with Helena dead metal, Myka had no way to orient herself.

She stood in the coffee shop’s entryway, trying to decide, and I can’t do this echoed in her head. Doing this, making it real, would put this fake-Helena in place of the ideal-Helena to whom Myka still, even after the Boone-crash, clung. I shouldn’t do this.

Her body gathered itself to leave, so as to not do this, but Helena—as if she sensed both Myka’s presence and her ambivalence—moved her even-now-so-beautiful head, turned to catch Myka’s gaze, and there was no escape.

So Myka sat at a table across from Helena. Having coffee. What wouldn’t she have given for this chance, this quiet chance, at so many hinge points of their history?

“Are you well?” Helena asked. Her voice was as uncanny as her face, emanating from an elsewhere that admitted none of that history.

There Myka sat, at a table across from Helena, hating the chance, hating that she now hated the chance. And from the depth of that hate, she told a lie: “Yes,” she said. She did not know—could not have known—that it was the first of many.

She had tried to logic herself out of culpability, there in that first lying moment, away from what exams and scans seemed to be revealing. What does “well” really mean, anyway? She’d driven a car to get here, and she hadn’t committed any moving violations while doing so; she was drinking coffee (terrible coffee that tasted of slag) without spilling it on herself; words emerged from her mouth in a language she spoke with reasonable fluency. She was functioning, and any reasonable person might consider the ability to function a measure of wellness, so, “Yes, I’m well,” she reiterated. Re-lied.

As their conversation, if that was the word for it, continued, Myka’s first impressions were borne out: Helena’s aspect was wrong, as in the lab in Boone, when she and Pete had witnessed her strange matter-of-fact performance of something that didn’t quite rise to the level of amnesia: rather than lacking her memory, as in the first Emily Lake disaster, in that lab she’d had no depth. H.G. Wells with no depth! The first of so many Boone sacrileges...

And there in Nebraska, the sacrileges had continued. “Home” was a word Helena used, over and over, and Myka experienced each utterance as an accusatory taunt, as if Helena were saying, with emphasis: You told me to do this, so I did.

Had Helena made the accusation aloud, it would of course have been no lie. Myka had said the words; the responsibility was hers. She deserved this punishment. Because that, some snake agreed in a whisper, was when your lies truly began.

Once their conversation (that was not the word for it) had petered out—leaving Myka mourning their ability to talk for hours before (before, oh, before)—the goodbye was awkward: in its too-formal words, for they clanged against the intimacies of the past, but also in its estranging absence of physicality. The latter was Myka’s doing, as she made sure to keep the table between their bodies. She’d made the mistake of touching Helena in Boone, there at that bitter end. She was certainly not going to do that again. Those burns on her body had not healed.

Driving back to the Warehouse, she tried initially to keep her composure, but it was no use; she gave up and yelled at the Helena in her head: Why couldn’t you be yourself! Make sense! Break through! (She aggressively refused to understand that she was yelling just as loudly at whatever lying version of “Myka Bering” she’d been performing, there during “coffee.”) She told herself the car-yelling was perfectly normal, or at least—in keeping with her justificatory theme—perfectly functional: she was getting Helena out of her system, so she could fit herself back into her nothing-is-the-matter Warehouse suit.

As if she were ever going to get Helena out of her system.

“How was your... coffee?” Steve had asked her, back at the B&B.

Myka hadn’t confided in him, not fully, but he had a tendency to ask discerning questions, and she had a corresponding tendency to answer. Sometimes, it was a relief.

This time it was not. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she had said.

He whistled, a muted but sharp little inhale. “Ain’t that the truth,” was his verdict.

Myka laughed. It hurt.

****

Artie’s concern about unauthorized artifact use is surprising to Myka only in that he took as long as he did to realize it was occurring: for personal enlightenment (if not gain, but really, what was “gain”?) Myka has twice consulted a book. Its title is The Fortune-Teller; or, Peeps into Futurity, and its publication date is 1861, but neither that title nor that date is its salient feature. No, its salience lies in the artifactual ability of one part of it—known as “The Ladies’ Oracle”—to predict the future.

These consultations had begun as a result of that initial “coffee,” which had rendered Myka bereft, even more so than Boone had (as if her bereavements were rankable). In its wake she’d needed something, anything, to grasp and hold. She knew she couldn’t find comfort in the past, that treacherous country, and the present was merely something through which she was struggling to swim. That left the future.

So she had researched, furtive but diligent, until she found her little candidate.

You’re doing this because turning back time didn’t do what you wanted it to, did it, some truth-insistent fold of her cerebral cortex had jeered when she’d first considered using the book. You’re praying this direction will be different.

The accusation was fair. Reasonable. Thus, standing before the book, considering its perils, its unknown downside, she’d tried to resist: Don’t, she told herself. She’s alive and in the world. That has to be enough.

But it isn’t, said the lizard at the bottom of her brain.

It sounded like Steve.

The book’s divination process was elaborate and, in its way, entertaining, entertainment being what the book was initially intended to provide: Myka read that she was first to choose a numbered question from the list of sixty in the book, then close her eyes and touch a pencil to a chart on the following page. From that chart, her blindly directed point of lead would select a symbol, one of twelve, each comprising small circles in a distinct mantic-pebble pattern. Her next series of tasks: look up the page associated with her question’s number that corresponded to that symbol, turn to that page, and discover her pebble-pattern-designated answer.

At first she thought to be clever, to game the outcome, working backward from desired answer to symbol to question, so as to contrive a prediction that would yield some light. The book resented this idea enormously. In the wake of her considered (not even attempted!) subversion, it refused to open to “The Ladies’ Oracle,” instead offering her pages related first to the reading of cards, then to the interpretation of dreams. She knew from her research that these pages had no artifactual significance. These seem more suited for a charlatan such as yourself, the book was conveying, with what Myka took to be great disdain. You don’t deserve the access I afford.

“I’m sorry,” she told it, and that was entirely true. “I really want to know.” That was true too—or true-ish. She wanted to know... but only if the knowledge would help.

Beggars can’t be choosers, said another lizard. This one sounded like her father.

The book took its time deciding whether to believe her... no doubt sensing some residue of her dishonesty, adding that to her offense against its power. But rule in her favor it did, riffling to its oracular pages with a sigh of surrender. Or was it triumph?

She chose her question, that first question, based on her overall disquiet.

The question was numbered twenty-five. It read, “Shall I long remain as I now am?”

Pencil in hand, Myka closed her eyes. She moved the lead until it encountered bookish resistance... the symbol on which it rested, when she opened her eyes, resembled a little pebble cairn, upright, proud. She consulted the page-map and learned her destination: page thirty-seven.

The book, unmoved by her anxiety about what she would discover, allowed her to turn only a single leaf at a time.

Show-off.

On page thirty-seven, the pebble cairn nestled at its very bottom.

Its prediction—Myka’s future—her fate.

“That is impossible; so much the worse.”

****

For some time, Myka had thought the book must have been wrong—maybe it had decided in the end to withhold true knowledge of her future out of spite?—for her status remained quo. Artifacts. Retrievals. Warehouse business, world-shaking in the strangely run-of-the-mill ways it tended to be.

The looming presence of cancer as a possibility had kept her tensed for “the worse” to emerge from that quarter... and she did on some level find it hilarious that the likelihood of having some you’ll-probably-die-soon disease hadn’t been enough to push her to seek an oracle, but an emptied-out Helena had.

But then, abruptly, cancer had been removed from the table.

Myka had tried not to dwell on how wrong that removal could have gone, given what Pete had done. She had tried to be content that the most significant upshot of that entire series of episodes seemed to be the adding of a benign category to her catalog of untruths: she sat not at but rather on a table and told a lie. “I guess I’m just lucky,” she had said when her oncologist’s PA expressed the team’s surprise at having found no malignancy.

But then Helena had texted again. “I’ll be in South Dakota soon, relatively near Univille. Can you believe it?”

As if belief had any right to be any part of anything anymore... but Myka should have believed the book. The second coffee (“coffee”) had not allowed her to remain as she was. It was, truly, so much the worse.

This one happened to happen on Valentine’s Day, a fact on which neither Myka nor Helena remarked, despite what Myka couldn’t help but read as its bracing irony.

And speaking of bracing. Myka had braced herself for more extollings of “home,” its charms, its warm certainties...

...but: “Oh, that ended,” Helena said. Dismissive. Breezy.

Myka had put so much anguish into making Helena’s “home” in Boone make whatever tortured sense it could... justifying it as Helena needing to make her own choices about what she could face and what she couldn’t, what she could wake up to every day and what she couldn’t, what she could bring herself to need every day and what she couldn’t... and Myka had further worked very hard to keep all of that torturesome rationalization from spiraling into “why not face me, why not wake up to me, why not need me.” Her hard work there had failed to hold, so: Because you are not Nate, she told herself, again and again, in cut after cut. And because you don’t have a daughter. Cut. Cut. You. Don’t. Have.

Yet here, now, Helena had simply waved her hand at the entire chapter. It unmoored Myka—was this a weight lifted? or was it yet another burdening betrayal?—such that she for a moment couldn’t speak, and for that moment, she didn’t understand that Helena was waiting for her to speak. Eventually: “Ended,” she managed to echo, and she did not recognize the sharp breath she then took.

“Yes. Because there’s someone else.” As Helena said that, she was not performing the uncanny copy of herself—instead, she sparked.

The spark smashed Myka with the realization that her breath had signaled hope. Stupid, naïve hope. And she was defeated, bitterly, both by that hope’s instant dashing and by the knowledge that it still could spring. Would spring. Would, apparently, always spring.

“Is there,” Myka said, as blankly as she could.

“A woman,” Helena said.

She might as well have pulled out an actual knife, but Myka was ferally not going to let that show. “That’s great,” she said, reaching for something beyond blank, something even more resistantly telling, trying to channel Steve at his most calm, like water unsubject to weather.

To that, Helena’s reaction was to sit back and say, as if she resented the idea, “Yes, it is.” Then she said, “Shall I tell you about her?” Still sparking. A challenge.

I don’t need any more challenges. But: “Sure. Why not,” she said. At this point, Myka was certain she could sit through anything. “What’s her name.”

“Her name...” and Helena tightened her jaw, making Myka think she was trying not to unleash an incongruously outsize grin, “is Giselle.”

And Myka said Sure; why not again, but under her breath.

Helena had then begun to relate seemingly endless anecdotes conveying the attributes of this apparent wonder of the world named—sure, why not—Giselle.

You should be enjoying this, Myka told herself as the accolades unfurled. The one and only H.G. Wells is deigning to tell you stories, but here you sit, getting picky about content, all surly and—

“You know what? I’m happy for you,” she interrupted, because she could not, in fact, sit through anything. She could not suffer more, from herself or from Helena. Steve would have clutched his head and screamed at what she’d said, but at this point, what did lies matter?

Driving home this time, she did not yell. Instead, she practiced. “Helena is with a woman named Giselle.” Over and over she said it, to make sure she understood it, and to make sure her mouth knew how to repeat it, because someone, Steve or Claudia or even Pete, would ask, and she would need to say. Out loud, she would need to say these words that told the harshest of truths (though she wished she could sit, at or on a table, and lie that truth away): Helena wants a woman, and that woman is not Myka Bering.

So much the worse.

****

“Well, book,” Myka had said late that night, facing it, facing up to it, “you were right.”

Did the acknowledgement prompt it to offer a self-satisfied ruffle?

She had then asked, “Where do we go from here?” She wished she could have asked it of Helena...

This occasioned something legible as a sort of shoulder-shrug: the book opened to the first of its question-pages.

“You think I want to know more?”

Provocatively, the page turned, as if catching the waft of some future-breeze.

Scanning that next of the list, Myka’s eyes—and her mind—were drawn to, were powerless but to settle on, question 37: “Is a certain person thinking of me?”

That was about the present, not the future. The book wouldn’t really know. Would it?

But Myka was powerless to resist divining the answer. This one corresponded to a pebble nabla (Myka could not help but think of slopes and slipping): “Some one is thinking, dreaming, and talking unceasingly about you.”

Upon receiving that statement, she had suffered another of those stupid hope-leaps... “some one”! Never mind the future; if it could be true in the now: “some one!”

She had soon been forced to realize, however, which “some one” the book must have meant. That was made painfully clear by the events of the most improbable, yet to date consequential, table: that voracious, hateful Round Table. It had brought Myka’s lies home. Literally.

Sitting at that table, Myka had prepped for more lies, these to sell a supposedly “defining” story, for she of course could not allow her definitional truth to be seen. Worse, extracted. She had tried to maintain confidence about being able to exert her will: My brain might not be as big as some brains but it’s big enough to beat you, table, she sneered. But then she admonished, Don’t sneer. No attitude. Because who does attitude make you think of?

She felt herself almost almost almost picture, almost almost almost name, her attitude-ideal...

And so Myka had redoubled her thought-efforts, thrusting every shred of attitude, every shard of emotion, every bit of real definition, from her mind, forcing it to produce for consumption the most anodyne memory possible: something she’d come as close to forgetting as she ever could, some ridiculous ninja-something that wasn’t worth the neurons firing to deliver it to the table’s dumb demands.

But then... everything had gone wrong. Not in the way she’d feared, but in a way that, given the book’s answer, she should have thought to fear. Her imagination had failed her, for the taking of cancer off the table had been the salient change after all: not what Pete had done, but instead, why he’d done it.

Sitting at that selfish table, Myka had at last come to understand the expectations surrounding her response to that why. With Mrs. Frederic and Steve both looking like examiners at the worst imaginable viva voce, she knew what she—she who had never failed a test in her life—had to say in order to pass.

So she’d said it.

The roiling in her gut had come as a surprise, for shouldn’t her soul have been resigned by now to endless perjury? She resented this unwelcome vagus-nerve stimulation of her earlier, righteous self.

In the immediate aftermath she’d stumbled away, trying to find a space to breathe, to assess, to plan how she would act a convincing version of the play she had stupidly—or, no, functionally; she needed to know it that way—let begin. The aisle in which she stopped was dim, its shelves full of metal, pieces of things, things she wished she could herself wright into a bunker of such artifactual strength that no one would dare approach her. Ever. No one.

She hadn’t realized Steve had followed her until she heard his voice. “Are you okay?” he asked, quiet behind her.

So much for her wish: his question, and his solicitude, were absurd. He’d seen her state; he’d encouraged her state. “Obviously not,” she snapped. He had the grace to wince. But because it had all gone so wrong, because she was still so angry that he had helped all that wrong along, she said, harsh, “What was with that ‘hello’? Why did you start that business about my face?”

His face spoke of pain. “I had to. I had to. Because today, honestly: today Mrs. Frederic had to hear what she wanted to hear. From all of us.” His desperate sincerity rang very true.

Myka breathed. Metal coated her throat; further hard words would snag and twist on it, wounding her more than Steve ever could. “I’m pretty sure she’s been wanting me to say that for a while,” she conceded.

Steve winced again. “You looked like you might throw up, and I felt like I would, hearing you... saying what you said. I wish I could’ve given you an out.”

Myka didn’t, now, doubt him. “Me too. And I wish I could’ve taken it.” She meant it, but that was all it was: a wish. For a different world. A different timeline? She said, with a wince of her own, “But I think I have to play along.”

“I see that, from the Mrs. Frederic angle. But you sound like... like there might be something in it for you. Not what I said there was—and I’m sorry I had to say it, or felt like I had to, or couldn’t figure out how not to—but something.”

“Backup,” Myka said immediately. It was the only answer.

“Backup,” Steve echoed, and “backup?” he said again, as if it were a word from a language in which he was not fully fluent.

“I need something—I need something—reliable.” Another hurt: that that was what she needed. So short a time ago, she would have claimed a different need. Such a crashingly different need.

“Need,” Steve said. “Not ‘want’?”

“No.” And Myka admitted: “That’s too dangerous.”

“I have to ask you about it though. Want.”

Myka braced herself. She braced herself, even as she thought on how tired she was of having to brace herself.

“Do you want me to keep protecting you? Primarily from Mrs. Frederic, but...”

It was a less dangerous ask, about a less dangerous want, than she’d feared. Or maybe it was the same want, the same danger, but more gently expressed. “Yes?” she said.

“Mrs. Frederic aside, the problem is that if you do play along, I don’t know what ‘protect’ means. Should I keep covering your lie or tell Pete the truth?”

“I don’t know either.” Another admission. She wasn’t proud of it. “For now, just let it... lie. Sorry.”

At that, he didn’t wince. “Tell me when things change. In whatever way they do.”

“If they do.”

“They always do,” he said.

“So I guess I’ll be telling you.” But she believed neither him nor herself.

Steve said, “If you could be happy.” Helpless.

Sweet Steve. Helpful, helpless. Myka gestured into the air. Conjuring speech took her a minute, and even then, all she managed was, “If I could.” Steve just kept looking like he looked, with his base of sympathy (and she had never so appreciated, or so responded to, sympathy), so she asked, because she didn’t know, “Why don’t you want to protect him?”

He offered her an exhausted smile. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but: you said ‘need.’ Who needs protecting? I like Pete, but if it comes down to it, it’s you.”

Leave me alone! she wanted to yell. But she also wanted to curl up in Steve’s protection. Backup. Backup.

****

Even as Myka found Artie’s interrogation easy to lie through, she knows that her lying footing as a whole is becoming unsteady, even vertiginous. If she could have restricted her lies to those sitting utterances... but the expansions are depleting her, and she is trying to resign herself to what she sees as her only realistic option for narrowing her scope. As for any objections her heart might be raising? She is shutting those lights out, one by one.

****

“I think I have to play along,” Myka had told Steve, and she had continued to convince herself of that necessity. So she had taken the initiative and done it, in at least the first of the ways she knew she would have to, in order to act her role.

To act your role? Really? No. To sell your con. Was that a lizard or a snake?

No matter. She sold it. She was not sitting at a table, but a kiss was a lie that was worse.

So much the worse.

After that—that demonstration, that acted untruth—she could not reach her lifeline fast enough. After that, she ran.

“Book,” she said, facing it. “Book.”

Her third try was not the charm; rather, it was the compulsion: Tell me something, anything, that I can’t already see about what’s next. Because an oracle must know more than I do, must know different. If not... Myka had not been ready, not then, not yet, to think on any consequences.

Some days—certainly that day, but not only that day—what she wanted more than life (literally, more than life) was to go back to protecting the president. If a bullet, then I take it. Simple. Clean.

She hated how resentfully, brokenly beholden she had become to people for saving her life. They set her up with the saving, but they didn’t bother with the consequences: with the fact that she had to keep on living. And nobody seemed to be interested in saving her from that.

So: “Book,” she said again, and if that word had never before meant “save me clean,” it did that day.

But struggle as she might, with increasingly desperate fingers into which she tried to wish and pray prying strength, the book refused to open.

Was this the downside? No response in one’s hour of true need?

“What am I doing wrong?” she begged.

But if that was her question, then of course the book was right: it could reveal nothing to her. She knew the answer.

Everything.

TBC

#bering and wells #Warehouse 13 #fanfic #Tabled #B&W holiday gift exchange #barbarawar #as noted in the intro #this is a fraught topic #and I hope I haven't taken this tale too far off the rails #and additionally I hope you’ll be kind enough to hang on a little longer #because you know when it's supposedly darkest #and I do have a persistent belief in a dawn #difficult as it may be to dream into existence sometimes

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[BSTS] Hinata Prestorm Reward 4* Card Story

chapter 1 -starless costume storeroom-

aogiri: Alright, there are no problems with Team W’s outfits, all the parts are here too.

hinata: After checking them we place them in the cardboard boxes and leave them in this storeroom. Man~ Stage outfits really are so cool… I want to have one of my own already~

aogiri: Team P and B’s outfits should be arriving here soon.

qu: Good work you two. Is this where you’re checking the costumes? Team B’s arrived so I’ve brought it over.

hinata: Oh my god, B’s costumes! They’re finally here!

menou: I’ve got Team P’s here, this box is pretty heavy.

aogiri: Thank you, will you be leaving them here?

menou: I forgot we even had a room like this.

qu: Probably because not many people come in here normally. By the way, are you two the new recruits I’ve been hearing about?

hinata: Yep! I’m Hinata.

aogiri: My name’s Aogiri.

qu: Aogiri… Ohh, so it’s you. I’ve heard all about you already. I’m Qu, I apologise for how demanding our team’s leader has been of you.

aogiri: No it’s alright. Rather, I think it’s a great opportunity.

qu: Quite the positive one aren’t you. I think you’ll get along well with Hari.

menou: Hmm~? So this are what our outfits look like this time.

aogiri: They’re nice designs once again aren’t they. The way Starless’ outfits are easy to move in yet don’t sacrifice any of the style is wonderful. Getting to actually feel the outfits like this is good research, I’d like to incorporate these sorts of design choices as much as I can.

qu: If you work here as both a cast member and a designer you’ll get to test what the outfits feel like first hand.

aogiri: I’d like to properly reflect everyone’s opinions in the designs, so if there’s anything you’d like in particular don’t hesitate to ask me.

menou: Is that so? I think costumes that don’t get all wrinkled when you sleep in them would be good.

aogiri: When you sleep in them…?

menou: I get yelled at because of it all the time.

qu: That’s because costumes aren’t built for getting slept in on the floor before the show starts.

hinata: Hey hey! Can I open B’s box?

aogiri: Sure, go ahead.

hinata: Woaahh, I can’t even, these are so amazing…! Who are the goggles for? They’re super cool!

aogiri: Whilst maintaing the sense of unity in the outfits, these small accessories have been added to give a sense of ‘Team B’. I see, this is a good reference.

hinata: How nice… They’ll all get to go on stage wearing these… Hey Aogiri, could you make me a costume design that suits B too?

aogiri: Sure, come back to me when it’s decided you’ll be getting on stage. Let’s get back to work for now.

chapter 2 -starless hallway-

hinata: Hey hey, Miss! Are you free right now?

saki: Is something the matter, Hinata-san?

hinata: I want to show you something cool! Come on come on.

-costume storeroom-

hinata: Look look! These are Team B’s new costumes!

saki: By new do you mean they’ll be used for the fourth anniversary performance?

hinata: Yeah exactly. This is Mizuki’s, here’s Lico’s. Ran’s and Kongou’s… You can easily tell which is which can’t you~? My favourite is Heath’s though! What do you think? Cool isn’t it?

saki: Yes, it’s very pretty. Is it ok for them to be out of the bags like this though?

hinata: I took them out just now. Cause I mean, you can see them better this way right?

saki: You can’t be doing that. We should get them packed back up right away.

kasumi: She’s right~

saki: Woah!

hinata: Uwah!?

kasumi: Ah, sorry. I tried to enter the room normally but I guess my presence still wasn’t very pronounced.

saki: T-that was quite the shock, Kasumi-san…

kasumi: You shouldn’t be taking the stage outfits out on a whim. What are you going to do if they end up getting lost or dirtied?

hinata: Got it, sorry.

kasumi: Saki-san, we’ll be opening up the store soon, I’ll escort you to your seat.

saki: Yes, thank you.

kasumi: Ok, make sure you put those outfits right back where you found them now~

-kasumi and saki leave-

hinata: Whoops, I got scolded. But… these costumes really are just so cool. Heath’s especially! Ahh… It really is the best… One day, I too will…

-cg

aogiri: Hinata, what are you doing?

hinata: Wah! How long have you been watching for?

aogiri: Just now, I saw that the light was on so wondered if anyone was in here. That outfit you’ve got…

hinata: I know I know, I’m putting it away. What will I do if it gets lost or dirty, right? It’s one of B’s precious outfits, I wouldn’t let that happen.

aogiri: …….

aogiri: No, it’s not that. I’ll help you tidy up.

hinata: Hmm… You really are a nice guy after all, Aogiri.

aogiri: I’m not sure why you had to attach ‘after all’, but thank you.

—end

#bsts hinata #bsts aogiri #bsts main story #bsts translation

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otakebi-cam-wao · 7 months

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Produce 101 Japan The Girls ep 3 - thoughts i wrote on real time while watching

as a harowota who initially is watching it cuz of Kasahara Momona

DISCLAIMER: this is long af so UNDER THE CUT!

part 1 Re-evaluation:

Happy:

Kotone moved up to B!!! Deserved!!!! QUEEN of evolution!!!!

RAN (ran) TO A!!!!! love to see that

Joa was nice to see on A after the bootcamp from ep 2

KOTO TO A!!!! amazing (tho i like Yui more) her video was so appeleang

Sad:

Rio going from C to F was a bit sad for me smh

Ranka flopped a lot (B to F) but i didn't like her that much (also her re-evaluation video was hard to see)

Serina from C to D kinda urghhh same with Rimika (she was on HKT48 after all) but actually i was expecting these 2 to D

Keiko and the twins going down was sadly expected BUT MY AYANE!?!? ME SO SO SAD (but got B with keiko and the nakamoris, could be worse, and i didn't want it worse)

Okay, i get Ayane i'd say the same thing knowing my own abbilities, if i was her i would have been relieved to get down a class as well

part 2 shooting:

Mena's expressions are nice

Miu's

Ran's (so eye catching to me)

Miu, Ran and Kassa my choices (Kassa pls) (as if i didn't know Kassa wasn't)

OHHH Suzu and Tsuzumi solos!!! (wanted them to get something) Ran and Miu finalist for center, nice nice (f Kassa) (center was Miu, right?)

yes Miu center INTP center queen (?) (yes i support her cuz INTP first)

the prep all cute

Momoka's "kawachii" cute cuz husky

part 3 battle:

already excited cuz battle (is what i like from some dvd mags)

this funny:

Kaela "winners will have a benefit" T. Hana "meat?" Anon: No way 3k votes? fr?!

so after this was the first ranking?

OHHHH first elimination?

HALF?!?!?!?!

OMFG HALF OF THEM!!!

Top 50 stays, okay okay

Kaela changing the mood abruptly tho it felt so smooth

Kaela is trolling everyone

representatives by luck… HINAFES FEELINGS

ohhh Miu is unpickable

Ran rep. let's gooooo (wait this is for the groups performing later, realized this when ran picked Momoka)

Ran picks: Ranka ooooo A-F support!, KASSA!!!! LET'S FUCKING GOOO, KEIKO!!!, MOMOKA!!! YEI YEI YEI!!! Nonoka ohhhh (cuteness support logic, i see)

Meika pics: Ayaka, F class support; Shizuku i love her voice, Tsuzumi let's gooooo, Sakura ok i c i c (Kassa and "Gyaru ga kita" lol) and Suzu (balance on cuteness)

Yui rep OWO: Tsukushi, Nano, Nagomi bby!!!!, Moe, Joa (Koto felt betrayed?)

I'll stop with the picks

i like Fuka being rep

Miu can change anything?

Kassa didn't want Miu to pick anyone from her group, Kassa protecting mode

I like Miu liking Hazuki low tones; SHE STOLE SUZU!!! stealing Nano, and kokoro, LOL TSUZUMI SCREAMING

wait, why are the other stealing members? this got so confusing, but Ran's got no changes, nice

death battle for the song OWO

ohhhh runing

guru guru!!!

YABAI!

fights for songs on the floor nice!!! (me a bit violent)

teams w/o song must figth the ones with? HOW?!

oh, the ones w songs battle the ones without, i see; but if someone wants it can rise hand, i see

Kassa when Ran gave the appeal! Nice, i like that Kassa i see i see, interesting

part 4 choosing positions and rehearsals:

Miyu leader cuz experience, good

Kotone leader cuz older, my common idea, age or experience

Rimika must be so frustrated…

Kassa's idea to pick center was "nice idea" for me, but i got her same conclusion, they all should be center, everyone voted for Kassa to center… well i'm having a kassa on aisare route thought lapsus

it was between suzu and nano that center, sorry miu, you were boring, but you're not dissapointed, that's good

Miu helping the other team, awww (i'd do the same, it reminds me something i was told at uni, "it's a race to be better than the other, but you must teamwork and help each other anyways", i got reminded of it w Miu's action)

part 5 battle on stage time!:

lol someone w kalea's banner lol

i can't w nakasone, she's so funny

okay how you like that groups, already saw the performances tho…

Black Cats:

I have more liking here cuz Nagomi bby and Yui

they seem to have a hard time on rehearsals, specially leader/center Moe….

it's true that Nagomi fit's it the least, she's bby, but she can learn bout this…

they all want Moe as center, she just need more support, oh leader changed to Yui

awww Yui hugging Nagomi, everyone supporting her, i love it, she's so bby

bby improved while starting to enjoy, nice nice.

clapclapclap to Moe

love how Yui looks

oh Yui main vocals, ok ok

ufff Tsukushi's mic but she could manage it anyways

Joa voice, i like it for rap, cool

fuuuuu yui & nagomi gooooo

Show Up:

Mihaya has troubles to connect names to faces? me too sometimes girl

This team had it hard…

hard works made better team work? apparently

i feel like Mihaya came out of a cocoon or chrysalis as a butterfly after getting this union and team work

Hana is giving me an impression mainly and the one who is rap 1 i think?

Black cats might have the win here…

yui 41 konomi 6

nagomi 37? bby nooo chiharu 55 (tho makes sense i think?)

moe 29 hana 18, moe got less than i thought…

rino 43 mihaya 8, not surprise, tho i do feel mihaya surprised me while looking at the rehearsal footage

joa 31 rikako 25, close close i think

tsukushi 84 mei 24 doesn't surprise me even w mic accident either way black cats win, show up did their best, had a hard time to connect specially mihaya, i feel it was nice

something something melty:

there's Kotone!!

Iyota Hana has a Kubota Nanami vibe here i think…

they look so happy and enjoying this

damn that "futsuu" but yeah, enjoying alone won't give the best

the other Hana has a time with expressions, i see

poor Nana

why there are lotta shots without Kotone? i'm curious

wow the other Hana

LET'S GO KOTONE!!!

forgot main vocal girl name, but good

let's go kotone x10000000

also the other hana expresions got nice

Queen Bee:

Miyu has a interesting face shape and the curve her mouth goes is weird in a nice way

Rin's voice is nice (also weird interesting faceshape… that kinda reminds me of Ozeki Mai)

how everyone suppors ayano cuz of her dancing and Yumeki's words

what the other ayano btw? ahhh she has trouble on the singing… oh no, she has confidence troubles in general

Miyu is so cute with the others, specially Rin

poor Rin's voice tho

i also like Rin's voice Thelma

Rio cute in the sexy way

nice nice

I think i liked Hana's "narcissistic" part over Miyu's idk if in singing or expressions maybe both

shion 27 y. ayano 11, no surprise, tho ayano got better on vocals, yes

i. hana 4 rio 44, surprise the gap… tho kinda expected it? idk

kotone 30 karin 38… i lit couldn't get a grasp of karin, but god it was close, sad for Kotone

y. hana 81 miyu 28?! i said i liked more hana's lines tbf cute hana btw

nana 5 k. ayano 55… ayano got more confident on her dance and was captivating, i agree

honoka 18 rin 56… damn poor honoka… but i also liked rin's voice more

i'm sad cuz of Kotone and y. hana, but clapclapclap queen bee sad Miyu as well tho

Noborizaka6:

Ayaka crying from the start…

oofff hard time for this group and Misaki

Misaki like… adopted F class girls

poor kagura and ayaka

big change we like to see it, more confidence as leader on Ayaka i think

public support, nice

i don't think they'll win, but i feel like nakasone saying "they improved"

lowkey wanna cry for Misaki and her F class girls

they're giving their all i think, so it's nice, i don't like anyone here but i feel like a proud mother

Wakey Wakey?:

AYANEEEEEEEE

group who had hard time to understand lyrics, apparently

EMA?! NO JPOP CHOREO BEFORE?!

Ayane is me understanding songs whenever i sing and (fail to) dance in my room and imagine something

Miyu is cute in the way i found Yamaki Risa cute… idk

their dance arrangement i loved it, i swear

i love Ayane's dead looking face idk idk and how she walks in the rehearsal videos, so… idk… but mood

Miyu is interesting and apparently good leader

Miyu's idea was nice, but weird to execute

now i feel nervous

ii jan ii jan ii jan too Thelma

OMG AYANE'S VOCALS

everyone is so good in my idea

Mena is so interesting as well (is the one who left school for this?)

the wink!!!

the end is beautiful

Ema was amazing anyways i was worried

Ayane's heart was so cute (every minute i just love Ayane more, since i find out she's INTP, sorry sorry)

awww Misaki's words to Ayaka…

awwww Ayane talking is just awwww for me cuz her anxiousness

Miu 3 sae 10…

Mimi 5 Aoi 8… i'm starting to worry

poor Mayu 1 when Miyu 46 (oh! 46 like nogizaka bad joke bad joke) tho i was expecting this

Misaki 4 Ema 50 expected

Kagura 55 Mena 49… wow, i'm surprised, deserved i think, tho Mena was interesting anyways

Ayaka 45 Ayane 151 THE GAP MAKES ME FEEL SO BAD BOUT AYAKA BUT LET'S FUCKING GO AYANE!!!!

awww ayane's surprise face (tho it' was her win an obvious one with Miyu's and Ema's)

ofc Wakey won, it was pretty good performance, but i'm so sad for those F class girls now!!!!

Minx:

Rin revealing they practiced together is so cute, and again i love Miu decided to help them

ohhh Rin got alone at one point and the other group helped her in many ways I WANNA CRY!!!

Only Rin and Kano? this group has a problem here

poor Rin all worried, obviously she's the leader

i'm also proud of her nakasone

i'm proud of the 2 working alone (sadly this happened tho)

me too nakasone i wanna cry they have something i needed this to know

Rin and Kano put literally their Body & Soul there, i also wanna hug them!!!

Miu's group were yasashii oneesans

last day the other 4 joined?! at least they did, but i feel worried and sad

awww they sent they're lessons, awww… that's full of effort…

happy they joined at least

i hope they do good, at least for Rin and Kano

Shizuku hurts me tho, i liked her voice but here she dissapointed me a bit

i wanna hug Rin so badly, like "baby you have this, and Miu's group think the same

ok ok performance, but i wanna cry

kawaii Rin

ahhhhh Shizuku's ad libs v classic-y

i guessed Shizuku would be main vocal cuz classical, sounds a bit weird but nice

i loved these outfits

nice Kano!

to get all this together the last day of rehealsals, it's so good!

KANO!!! RIN!!! I'M PROUD OF YOU 2

New bud:

Miu!!! Tsuzumi!!! Kokoro!!!

NEXT WEEK… but they have all a big love cuz they were so yasashii oneesans (specially Miu) with Rin's group

part 7 ranking:

LET'S GO KASSA!!! (i missed forgot the whole ranking)

#produce 101 japan

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A/N: well, I finally wrote it! I don’t have a t-blog of my own to post fics (I don’t think I’ll make one because I really don’t like how everything can be deleted from existence so easily) but I have a Wattpad I post to occasionally. I like submitting the fics to other blogs though, just so more people get the chance to read it. I always submit the link to the fic on Wattpad as well, so here you go: https://www.wattpad.com/1415162684?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_writer&wp_uname=cutefluff177

I hope you enjoy!

VIVI’S RESPONSE: I’ve had this submission in my ask box for a long time, and I’ve read it SO MUCH. But I’ve been hesitant to post it because I love it so much. I didn’t want it to get drowned in any other asks or posts of mine too soon. This is such a fantastic submission, Nonnie. Thank you so much for sharing. I am just at a loss for words because of how articulate, natural, genuine and charming your writing is. Everything here is so canon and in character. Please don’t stop. Please submit more. Even better, make your own blog. It would get so much attention, I’d make sure it did. Thank you so much for trusting me with submitting your fanfiction and sharing it to everyone. It means *so much.* 💕

"Y O U D B E D E A D W H E R E Y O U S T A N D."

The human's eyes widened and appeared to water for a moment, and in that moment, Sans realized he'd gone too far. His intention was never to make the human feel bad. He wasn't sure what his intention was if he was being honest. Originally, he just wanted to give the human the full story. He'd figured the kid deserved to hear the truth from him, but spelling it out like that was never part of the plan.

His tone of voice, his vacant eyes, they had been almost involuntary. In a second he went from seeing the kind human in front of him to seeing the blood stained, evil face he'd seen in his dreams. He was originally just going to mention the promise he made, but the emotions that spilled over from everything made him slip up.

"Hey, lighten up bucko," He tried to reach out with a gentle, hopefully calming voice. "I was only joking."

They wiped at their face and got up from their chair. Without a word the human started walking away.

"Kid, wait!" He got up, reaching out to them.

"I thought we were friends." The smallest, saddest voice Sans had ever heard said. Oh no, he'd really messed up.

"W-we are!"

He was met with only silence as the human sniffled. Sans couldn't have felt more awful. It wasn't the kids fault he could sense alternate timelines. Those versions of the human had messed up, done awful things, and fought maliciously. Not this one. This kid had done virtually nothing wrong compared to those other timelines. How could he have let his emotions get the better of him like that, saying that to the human completely unprovoked? Sure, he wanted to be honest with the kid, but that didn't mean having to go and say something like that.

"I-I... Okay." Sans knew just 'sorry' wouldn't cut it. "I'll go pay for dinner. Can you wait outside for me?"

The human nodded their head.

"Alright, I'll give you a moment." With that he got up and made his way to the counter to pay their check. Meanwhile, the human walked past him and out the door.

Sans was only glad there was no one near them to see what he'd said to the poor kid. After he paid the giant blob fish and grabbed a bottle of ketchup to go he made his way to the entrance of the hotel. A few feet from the door sat the human, knees up and crouched, hiding their face.

"Thanks for waiting for me." He smiled, reaching out a hand. The human looked up for a moment and, hesitantly, decided to take it. Sans helped them stand up. "Do you want to go over to the courtyard? They have some benches we can talk at. No shortcuts required."

"O-okay." They stared up at him. He'd never really taken the time to look them in the eye until this moment. Before, he'd tried not to pay attention, mostly because it brought back painful memories to the nightmares he'd been having. Now that he really looked though, the eyes that looked up at him were completely different from what he was expecting. They were gentle, kind, not like the rage filled ones he'd seen in his dreams.

The two walked over to the bench next to a statue of Mettaton, surrounded by shrubs and bushes also in the shape of Mettaton.

"I'm sorry, kid. I've always been kind of a bonehead, but I really messed up." He gave a dry, humorless laugh.

"I just don't get it." The human shook their head. "Did I do something wrong? I get that I'm not like you guys, and humans have been really bad to you, but I thought I was doing good."

"No, you haven't done anything wrong." He assured the child. "I guess I'm the one that still has some biases."

They wiped at their face, a few tears still remaining. "I understand, you know." They said with a sudden seriousness. "I know what would have happened if that woman had never talked to you. It just never really sunk in that you might have... That you..."

"Hey, enough of that. I shouldn't have even brought it up in the first place."

"But it's true."

He sighed. He didn't like admitting it, but he was at a loss for words. No witty joke or comeback, no pun or sarcasm. Well, he wanted to be honest with the human for once, he might as well pass his judgment a little bit early.

"I've seen you, kid. You always try to do the right thing, even when monsters make it difficult for you. That doesn't make you completely innocent or naive, but you always kept a certain tenderness close to your heart." He handed the human a paper towel he'd grabbed on the way out for them to dry their tears.

They took it, wiping at their face, then crumbling it up and putting it in their pocket.

"Whatever might or might not have happened if things were different, I want you to know I'm glad things turned out this way."

The human took a breath and smiled. They really were resilient. Of course Sans already knew that, watching their every fight, but he'd never seen how quickly the human was able to bounce back emotionally. He didn't know much about their personality in general.

All this time the human had been so caught up in being kind to all the monsters they encountered, getting to know them, becoming friends with them, but Sans never extended the same courtesy back. Sure, he kept an eye out for them. He already knew they could just load their recent save file if something bad happened, but that didn't mean they couldn't feel the pain with every fight they lost. He'd mostly just checked to see what the human chose to do, all so he could pass judgment on them at the end of their journey, just like every other timeline of himself did. However, he never got to know the kid on a personal level, despite the time they had spent together.

"You know, you're a really tough kid. How old are you anyway?" He asked just before taking a swig of ketchup.

"I turned 8 a few weeks ago."

Sans nearly choked. He banged his fist against his chest, coughing and sputtering. Up until then he thought the kid was way older. Of course he had no idea what a human child was supposed to look like, or how tall they were supposed to be, but he never thought the kid was that young. Though, the standards between humans and monsters were a bit different. Some monsters could live hundreds of years, usually reaching adulthood much later in life than humans. To some monsters, 8 was practically still a toddler.

"Sans! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just went down the wrong pipe." He lied as his coughing fit settled down. "Geez kid, you must be pretty tall for your age."

The human raised an eyebrow. "No, I'm pretty average. I think I am at least."

Wow. His knowledge on humans was worse than he thought. The kid had always seemed so mature, from how they talked to others, to how they treated everyone with empathy, and how they handled situations that even some adults would have trouble with. It was hard to believe that in other timelines, a human that age could be capable of everything they'd done.

"I think you're the first person that asked how old I was."

"Really?" He supposed he wasn't the only one that didn't really get to know the human more personally. Or at least the first to ask these questions.

"You know, no one down here has asked me what my name is." They sighed. "Everyone kind of just started calling me 'the human.'"

That couldn't be right. Not a single one of the monsters they'd met had asked their name? Although, thinking back on it, he'd never taken the time to ask himself. Even Papyrus chose to refer to them as 'the human'.

"Well, let me be the first to ask. What is your name?"

A long pause followed, as if they weren't actually expecting him to ask. "I'm Frisk."

"That's a cool name. Pleased to finally make your acquaintance." He held out his hand for Frisk to shake. They took it, only to hear a long, drawn out farting noise come from his hand. For some reason they were surprised, even though this was one of the first pranks Sans ever pulled on them. They gave a snort of laughter before covering their smile.

"Glad to see you haven't lost your sense of humor," he said with a wink.

"Do you carry that thing with you everywhere?"

"Hey, I'm always prepared for a comedy emergency. Just in case I need to cheer up a friend."

Frisk's smile was small, but it was a sign that Sans was winning them over.

"How come you never told anyone this stuff?" He continued. "Usually you're supposed to say your name when you introduce yourself."

"I- don't know," Frisk admitted. "I've never been good at that kind of stuff."

"You mean like talking to people?"

"Yeah." They turned their eyes away, seemingly shy about the fact.

"Well, you've done really well talking to monsters." He patted them on the shoulder.

Frisk's smile grew. "I guess I have. I never thought about it, but you guys just feel easy to talk to."

The kid really had grown during their journey. Sans felt a sense of pride looking at them. Though they were bruised and battered from the adventure so far, they never let it change who they were. Sans felt foolish for not trying to get to know them sooner, all because of some bad dreams. And what better way to bond with someone than telling them bad jokes?

"Hey kid, do you know how many beans are in a can?"

They thought for a moment, then shook their head no.

"239, any more and they'd be 'too farty'."

They broke out into giggles. "Too farty? That's so dumb."

"Yeah, that one's pretty silly." He chuckled.

Frisk took a breath to stop laughing. "You know, I stopped by the snail farm earlier and did the snail race. I tried taking off my snails shell to make it go faster, but it just made it more 'sluggish'."

Sans was the one to laugh this time, snickering into his hand. "Kid, that was so bad. I'm proud." It was reassuring to see just how quickly the kid bounced back. Maybe things weren't unsalvageable after all.

"I'm still sorry about what happened earlier," he sighed, "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

Frisk considered it. "We could keep telling each other bad jokes."

He smiled, relief washing over him, both because Frisk was willing to forgive him, and because he loved telling these jokes. "Bud, you have no idea how happy that makes me."

They kicked their legs giddily. "Oh, I've got one! What is a pirate's favorite letter?"

"Pft, too easy kid. It's arrrrr."

"Nope. It's the C."

Sans face palmed and gave a huff of laughter. "You got me there."

Frisk beamed with pride. Sans never thought he would find someone else that was so proud of their bad puns. Well, other than his friend behind the ruin door.

"Okay, my turn." He continued. This was one of his favorite jokes to annoy Papyrus with, or at least get him to laugh. "How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?"

They were oblivious to where Sans was going with this, even as he leaned just a tad bit closer.

"I don't know."

"Tentacles!" He suddenly poked at the humans side, and that was all it took to get a squeak out of them. "Oh?" He asked with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I guess it doesn't take nearly as many to get you to laugh."

Frisk giggled nervously and wrapped their arms around themself.

"I didn't know humans were ticklish. It's a good thing you didn't let anyone know, they could have been a tickle monster." He quipped.

"No way," they insisted, "there's no such thing as a tickle monster." As far as they had seen. There was still a large portion of the underground they hadn't gotten to explore. For all they knew, a tickle monster could very well be real.

"You want to bet?" Sans wiggled his fingers toward them. "Unfortunately for you, I'm the biggest tickle monster you'll ever meet."

The excited expression on Frisk's face reminded him of when his brother was little. He used to love playing tickle monster, and Sans remembered his giggles along with him halfheartedly swatting away his tickling hands. Frisk actually reminded him a lot of his brother. Both were kind and considerate, both were strong fighters but never had it in their heart to actually hurt anyone. The one main difference was that Frisk seemed to like his jokes.

"Nahaha, I don't believe you!" The human stubbornly shook their head.

"Oh, you don't, do you?" He teased, his hands drawing closer. "Well, I guess I'll just have to convince you!"

He finally skittered his fingers across the human's sides, causing them to flail their arms as they squealed.

"I guess I'm really tickling your funny bone, huh kid?" He grinned as he wiggled his fingers on their side. Frisk squirmed and swatted away the skeleton's hands.

"Sahahahans! It tickles!"

"Really?" He chucked. "I never would have guessed."

Frisk was a kicker, so much so that Sans had to back himself up a bit to avoid getting kicked. "Geez, are all humans this squirmy?" He tried to hide the amusement in his voice, but the endearing giggles coming from the human were hard to not find adorable.

"Nohohohoho! I'm nohohohohot!" They denied even as they were still flailing.

"You're not?" He teased, "Oh, I get it, you're not actually a human. You're a wiggly worm." He made sure Frisk saw his hands make claw-like motions before tickling at their sides again. The playful jester seemed to only make the tickling worse, as Frisk's laughter turned more high pitched. Though they shook their head back and forth, they made no real effort in pushing him away.

"Hey, I've got more jokes for ya." He said without skipping a beat. "Why can't you hear a pterodactyl go to the bathroom?"

Frisk was in no position to ask 'why', but that wouldn't stop them from trying. "Whahaha-why?"

"Because, the P is silent."

It was childish, but the silliness of the joke would have already been enough to make Frisk laugh. "Thahahahahats so- ahahAH!" Sans quickly shifted to tickling under their arms. They tried blocking the tickles, but found that they'd accidentally trapped Sans's hands in place. He hardly even needed to try tickling them, all he had to do was wiggle his fingers.

"Hey, I'm alright giving you a hand every now and then, but I'm going to need them back at some point." Papyrus used to fall for the same trap all the time. He could never lift his arms once Sans's hands had been trapped in place, making it all too easy to completely wreck him with tickles.

"Ihihits not my fault!" Frisk exclaimed through their fits of giggling. After a minute, they finally found the strength to lift their arms, and Sans took that as his que to change spots.

"Geez kid, I know these jokes are real rib ticklers, but come on." At that he switched to scribbling along their ribs, driving home the pun.

"SAHAHA-SANS! NOhohohoho!" They helplessly squirmed as he took time to individually tickle between each rib, another skill he'd picked up from his tickle fights with his brother. The human was certainly determined, but even they would need a break from the tickle monster eventually. Right on que, Frisk decided to tap out.

"Ohohohokay! Mehehehercy!" A call for mercy from Frisk meant it was serious. The kid had shown mercy to every monster they'd fought so far, Sans figured he should follow their example.

"Alright, I'll spare ya." He chuckled, releasing the giggling human from his clutches.

Frisk's laughing fit slowly subsided as they held their sides. "You were right, Sans. You are a real tickle monster!"

He grinned at the proclamation. Seems he hadn't lost his touch. It had been a while since he and his brother played that game, but now it felt as though no time had passed. He was still a big brother, that instinct never left him.

"Hey, can skeletons be ticklish too?" Frisk asked.

The grin on Sans face quickly dropped. Oh yeah, he'd forgotten that usually in their game, Papyrus would seek retaliation. He'd always let his brother get some revenge, it was just the principle of the game, but he'd also forgotten just how nerve wrecking the anticipation of being tickled could be.

"Uh, well you see-EEK"

Frisk hadn't actually tickled him yet, all they had done was get ready to poke his side. As soon as Sans even noticed the human was drawing close he flinched and yelped.

Frisk couldn't help but laugh. "Sans, I didn't even do anything."

"H-hey, buddy, l-let's talk about this," he nervously stammered, already guarding his sides.

"So, you're saying skeletons can be ticklish?"

"Nahahahaha! Frisk, whahahahait!" They just wiggled their fingers slightly closer to him.

"Come on, Sans, you said you wanted to make it up to me." Frisk smirked. "I'm the tickle human now!"

That smug kid. Of course they would play that card. He supposed it was only fair, since he was the one who initiated the game in the first place, but why did he have to be so ticklish? He had a knack for making people laugh with his jokes, but he was a bit more reserved when it came to his own laughter. He supposed laughing was another form of vulnerability, one others didn't get to see from him often.

Again, looking at Frisk he was reminded of his brother, eagerly awaiting taking some playful revenge. Papyrus was one of the few people he trusted getting close to, and despite his memories of humans from other timelines, he felt that same bond towards Frisk, like a new little sibling. As long as the kid was having fun, he supposed he could handle it.

At least he thought he could, before Frisk finally poked and prodded his stomach. "Pfft! Bahahaha! Wahah-wahahait! I wahahasnt ready!" How embarrassing. Frisk barely had to lift a finger and he was already a mess. He was hoping the human wouldn't realize that they could tickle his stomach, but that poke had sealed his fate.

"Ready or not, the tickle human is after you!" Frisk seemed to pounce as they scribbled across his torso. Sans couldn't hope to pretend it wasn't getting to him as his booming belly laughs filled the air.

It hardly made sense to Frisk how Sans had a belly in the first place. In their mind, a skeletons' clothes should hang around their bones, but it seemed like magic somehow gave his body a more physical form. They had no idea how that worked, but they were grateful for it. After all, it seemed to make him all the more ticklish.

"Wow, you're super ticklish!" The human exclaimed. "Are all skeletons like this, or are you just extra ticklish?"

"Stahahahap making fun of me!"

"Making fun of you?" they pretended to be offended. "I'm asking a real question."

"NAHAHAHAHAHA FRISK- NOHOHO!" He gawked as they suddenly kneaded his stomach.

"Do you mean no, all skeletons are this ticklish?" They suddenly scratch along his ribs, resulting in a yelp. "Or do you mean no, you're just that ticklish?"

Sans's deep belly laughs turned into snickering as he tried to respond. "No-nohohoho nohohohot either!" As he tried to catch his breath, a loud, unmistakable snort came from him.

Frisk didn't mean to laugh, but seeing the skeleton that was normally so composed be turned into a giggling, snorting mess was something they weren't expecting. "Skeletons can snort, too?"

"Ihihihi dohohohon't- nahahahahaha!" In trying to deny the fact that he could, in fact, snort, he left himself open to a sudden bombardment of kneading and scribbling on his belly. His clothes didn't seem to do much to lessen the ticklish shock, only sending him into even higher pitched laughter. Trying to block the human's hands, he fell to his side, allowing Frisk to tower over him and release their final tickle attack. They scratched and spidered everywhere they could reach. His sides, belly, ribs, nothing was safe as he could only throw his head back in laughter.

"AHAHAHALL RIHIHIHIGHT! I gihihihive, mehehehercy!" He gave in and grabbed hold of their hands, finally pushing them away. "Youhuhuhu little gremlin." His final giggling fit only gave way to more snorting, making Frisk laugh along with him.

They tried to giggle through an apology, unsuccessfully as they doubled over.

"You're a real menace, you know that?" Though Sans shook his head, he was still grinning.

"Saha-sorry, I didn't mean to push."

"Pft, please," He said as he sat up straight, "it takes more than that to take me down." The last thing he wanted was for the kid to think he couldn't handle something as silly as being tickled.

"Really? You seemed pretty ticklish to me. Way too ticklish!"

"Alright, alright," he nudged Frisk's shoulder playfully. "Ya got me, kid."

They kicked their legs in delight. "The tickle human wins!"

Sans patted the human's head. "Hee, looks like someone's fully cheered up."

He was glad the human was a pacifist, otherwise he might have been in trouble there. While he was reflecting, his watch suddenly rang out an alarm. Ah, his break was technically over. Though he didn't really care about going back to work, Frisk seemed to notice as they glanced over at the time.

Nodding their head, Frisk stood up. "I guess I need to get going. Alphys is probably wondering where I've been."

Even though Sans knew they would have to carry on with their journey eventually, he found himself not wanting to say goodbye. He knew Frisk would still have many trials to face, eventually leading them to their ultimate choice. Either they would defeat the king and get to go home, or they would give up their soul. Sans tried not to dwell on it too much, but it was hard not too when Frisk was right in front of him.

Maybe that's the real reason he didn't get to know the kid earlier. Getting attached would make it all the harder to let them go, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to lose something like that again. But the prophecy was already in motion. Even if he wanted to convince the kid to stay, like he'd attempted to do at the restaurant, they were too determined for their own good. As hard as it was, he would have to let the human return to their adventure.

When he turned to say his goodbyes, until he would inevitably meet the human again in the judgment hall, he found himself feeling different than he'd expected. Instead of sadness, there was a sense of hopefulness. Even though it seemed impossible, even if it really was impossible, somewhere in his heart he knew Frisk would make the right choice in the end, and they would be okay.

He stood up, a confident smile on his face. "Good luck, kiddo." Again, he held out his hand for Frisk to shake.

"I'm not falling for that a third time." Frisk rolled their eyes.

Sans dropped the whoopie cushion. "Eh, worth a shot." He winked.

Frisk giggled. "Bye Sans. I hope I see you again soon."

Sooner than they'd think, that's what Sans wanted to say. Instead he just gave a wave, then watched the human as they made their way back into the hotel, where they would continue their journey into the core.

It would be a tough road ahead, for both of them. But this newfound hope seemed to give him his own determination. No matter how this ended, he believed in Frisk, and he was glad he'd finally gotten the chance to know them.

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NCT 00′ LINE HOGWARTS DRABBLE

Part of a Hogwarts Collection Hogwarts!AU Featuring: Ravenclaw!Renjun, Slytherin!Jaemin, Hufflepuff!Jeno, Slytherin!Haechan, & their respected oc's. Genre: Fluff Warnings: Some cursing, lots of mentions of eating and food

Taglist: @flower-lise @heyyyun @sunflowerhae @neocityfile @winc1ty @imgettinlocoloco @ashkuuuu @marklexleaf @cookydream @dnylwoo @sanisms @juoirs @luvdroids @yuxnan @jenyoonoh

There was a special kind of joy that filled the air on this certain winter day at Hogwarts. The lunch hour had just begun and most people had already finished their exams. In the next two day the only worries they would have is packing their things and boarding the Hogwarts Express that would take them back home for the holidays.

The past week had been particularly sunny so if you sat outside, the cold was bearable despite the small amount of lingering snow on the ground. That's why Ravenclaw!Renjun and his Slytherin girlfriend chose a large table in the courtyard to enjoy their lunch. Slytherin!Jaemin sitting across from them as he starts picking at his own plate. "I think I got at least a B," The Slytherin girl states as she takes a bite, "I know it's not my best class but after you've been helping me study I feel pretty confident". Renjun smiles fondly at her, reaching over to move some hair from her face that fell too close to her mouth while she was eating, "We studied hard hard, I'm sure you did great on the test".

The couple turns to face Jaemin, ready to ask how his final test was, but before they could, their eyes follow a curious Gryffindor girl that made her way over to the table. The girl comes closer and takes a seat at the end of the table, across from them and right next to Jaemin. The couple across from her stare at her curiously, never having seen the girl besides some classes over the years, let alone on their freetime, yet now she seems to be joining them for lunch. Renjun lets his eyebrows furrow as he realizes it's the same girl from the Boggarts incident with Jaemin some weeks ago.

At the presence next to him, Jaemin looks to his left in confusion, it only growing deeper when he sees the Gryffindor girl next to him. They may have been rekindling their relationship, but so far they had been doing so in private. "Do you mind if I join you?" she asks him directly. He shakes his head, grabbing a napkin to wipe any food remnants off his face. The couple now stares at Jaemin, so he clears his throat introducing the girl by her name and tells the girl the names of his friends, "She's a close friend of mine". He states and the girl looks at her food to try to hide her smile. The past week or so the two of them spent everyday together, trying to air their grievances and start a new relationship based around truth. Sure, Jaemin didn't mention they have been sleeping together for the past year, but he figures introducing their new relationship would be better than explaining the mess that came before it.

Although Renjun gives Jaemin a questioning look, Jaemin waves it off with a smile. The four of them continue to eat and the Slytherin girl drags the Gryffindor into the conversation, asking about her final classes as well. Only minutes later, Jaemin feels someone sit to his right, looking up he sees Hufflepuff!Jeno, setting down his food he brought with a huff, "No one told me you guys were sitting outside, I was sitting at our usual dining table like an idiot", he huffs throwing his bag at the edge of the table. The table mumbles a brief apology as he looks over them and notices an unfamiliar figure on the other side of Jaemin, "Oh, who are you"?

The Gryffindor girl lets out a chuckle, leaning over to shake Jeno's hand and tell him her name, "I'm with Jaemin," she simply states. Jeno releases her grip and looks to his friend with an impressed look, "Interesting". Jaemin rolls his eyes and picks up his fork to continue eating again.

The give of them continue their light conversation when only moments later a, "Jeno!" is called from the courtyard. Everyone looks up to see a Ravenclaw girl making her way over to the table, she pauses once she's there, "Hi everyone, sorry" she huffs, "Hi, Renjun," she states again once she sees her housemate. He replies to her, saying her name softly in return. Jeno turns to the rest of the table and introduces her name, "She's my tutor", he states again and beckons her to sit next to him. "I'm sorry to interrupt," she starts as she settles herself, "I just really had to know how your final exam went". She looks at Jeno hopefully and he gives a small smile. "It actually went really well, I feel really good with my performance so I hope it shows in the end," he laughs and the Ravenclaw girl smiles at him, "Good, I knew you would do amazing, the last couple of days you hardly needed my help". He scoffs, "Please, I wouldn't have felt this confident without your help". She smiles and though it goes unnoticed by anyone else, she slightly squeezes his hand underneath the table. A small gesture but something that shows the slow progress of their relationship and how much it has grown since the incident. Renjun calls the Ravenclaw girls name to draw her attention, "You grew up in the muggle world right? Where are you from?" He draws the girl into conversation about her hometown and her plans for the holidays as Jaemin takes the time to nudge Jeno beside him. "So my advice worked," Jeno rolls his eyes, of course it worked but he didn't want to give the satisfaction to his friend. Instead he points out how his friend is gripping the mysterious Gryffindor girl's thigh under the table. Now is Jaemins turn to roll his eyes, "I'll explain everything over break" he mumbles knowing he would see the boy over their vacation.

Before Jeno could pester his friend anymore, they draw their attention to their Slytherin friend across from them. Interrupting the table she lets out a gasp as she looks slightly in the distance. Confused about her reaction, the others sitting turn their heads to see their friend, Slytherin!Haechan walking towards them. Though he is not alone, as he seems to be guiding a bashful Hufflepuff girl, his hand placed on her lower back as if to make sure she going to the right place.

As the two draw closer to the table, the Slytherin girl smiles brightly at them, abruptly standing tall to the confusion of the others. Seeing her movement, the Hufflepuff girl stops in her tracks, eyes widening, as Haechan nearly bumps into her. Haechan sends a glare to his best friend and she smiles apologetically, "Sorry," she states, "Here come sit next to me". She takes a seat once more and pats at the open bench next to her, enthusiasm overflowing at the chance to finally meeting the girl Haechan had told her about. "Don't let her scare you," Haechan mumbles in the Hufflepuff girl's ear as he rubs her back soothingly, finally take a seat at the table with the rest of the group.

At the sight of the familiar Hufflepuff girl across from him, Jeno smiles brightly at her, "Hey! Nice to see you again!". The younger girl, gives a smile, nodding at him as her cheeks turn red. Haechan takes the chance to introduce her name to the whole group, "She's a sixth year and she's one of my good friends, I'm hoping you all would welcome her into our group". The table erupts in agreement, clearly happy to accept whoever Haechan brought along. The Slytherin girl gently nudges the younger girl beside her, "I've known Donghyuck for a very long time," she drags on, "So if you want to know any of his secrets or embarrassing stories, you come to me. The stories are sure to cheer you up at any point. I've got enough blackmail potential to last a lifetime". The Hufflepuff girl giggles as Haechan sends a whiney "Shut up," to his friend.

Shaking his head he turns, facing the new faces across from him, "Hi, I'm Haechan," he greets the Ravenclaw girl in front of him. She smiles, saying her name in return. He stares for a moment before furrowing his brows, "So did you dump Hyunjin for him," he points to Jeno out of curiosity. At his bluntness, Jeno starts to choke on the sip of his drink he had just taken. The Ravenclaw girl laughs as he coughs, moving to pat his back as he draws the attention of the whole table. "Well, actually," She starts to explain, "Hyunjin is my best friend, no romantic feelings from either of us whatsoever". Haechan looks at her in shock at the news as Jaemin leans over to look at her as well, "Damn seriously?" She nods and he looks at Jeno, "That's so embarrassing for you then". Jeno rolls his eyes, a warmth coming to his cheeks as the group finds the truth out about the whole ordeal.

Haechan smiles before turning his attention to Jaemin and the new Gryffindor girl besides him, "And who is this Jaemin?" The girl answers instead, telling Haechan her name, "I'm Jaemin's friend". Haechan hums continuing to take them in, "How long have you two been fucking?"

The whole table turns to him in shock, even the Hufflepuff girl beside him letting out a tiny sound of surprise. Haechan smirks at their reaction, especially because he can tell what he said was true. Finally catching up, Jaemin sends him a glare, "You know what, fuck off. Who even invited you to sit with us". Haechan lets out a loud laugh at his friends reaction, it only stopping when Renjun speaks up to the embarrassed Gryffindor girl, "Don't worry about him," he states, "Just wait till you hear about what he did in potions a couple of months ago". Haechan quickly goes quiet as Jeno and Jaemin laugh in revenge. Renjun's Slytherin girlfriend speaking up beside him, "Okay, okay. Let's just enjoy our lunch and our new friends". She smiles at all the girls as grabs her fork to continue eating.

The whole table seems to agree as they enjoy their lunch and their company, the group falling into comfortable chatter as they get used to their new bigger friend group.

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justanotherfanwriter · 2 years

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wip drabble

A lot of people don’t like huntlow b/c they feel Hunter should go to therapy first, which is valid but still funny b/c im mentally ill, dealing w/some *things*, and i’ve never thought “ya know what would make this worse??? Kissing a girl.”

so anyway here’s a wip drabble for an post-unity day idea where Willow, afraid she’ll die without ever having her first kiss, asks Hunter (raised by a American “all women are thots” Puritan) to do her a solid (as a friend, because he hasn’t had his first kiss either), and every teenage hormone he’s ever been suppressing just fucking hits him all at once, changing his whole life trajectory. Because that would be the funniest shit to watch. This particular drabble specifically focuses on Hunter, obviously in lust with Willow, pre-first kiss to establish he’d be down if she asked.

c/w: very vague allusions to masturbation but in a “it’s a sin” sort-of way.

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“Okay,” Willow announced to the group outside the house, letting the front door swing shut behind her, “let me change; I’ll be right there!”

“You made it,” Hunter looked up from where he was tying his shoes, “how was work?”

“They let me leave like five minutes early, so I hustled over here as fast as I could,” Willow stopped to smile at him, and his gaze lingered on a bead of sweat sloping its way down her neck. His heart panged uncomfortably around his chest, watching the little drop until it disappeared under the front collar of her shirt.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t let them leave without me!” Willow turned back down the hallway and ran into the girls’ room to change. Alone. In the girls’ room. Right there, next to the room he slept in.

“Okay,” he croaked, scowling at himself a second later. He didn’t have time to think about stuff like that. He usually hated when he thought about stuff like that. It made him feel slimy and cheap, but from what he could gather, puberty was just like that.

When he was at the Castle, he’d give himself one tiny insignificant 15 minute slot of time every two months to relieve the slimy pressure. For the most part, it had been an easy, methodical schedule to maintain. There was always something going on—terrifying or not—to distract him from his body, and on top of it all, it wasn’t like—like he had much of an imagination to get things going. All the people at the Castle were far too old, and the Coven Scouts were always wearing masks; there was just a lot of things going on in his life that made it difficult.

Now though—

“Okay, okay,” Willow came running out, and his gut twisted in on itself, “do I look dumb. Be honest!”

She twirled around in front of him fast enough that the hem of her sundress lifted off her legs, exposing a flash of skin that made his hand twitch. Sometimes Willow said that she wished her thighs were smaller; the perverse part of himself that needed to shut up wouldn’t allow him to agree.

“Well?” She asked as the skirt of her dress settled back into place.

“You don’t look dumb,” He breathed, taking his eyes off her thighs. He didn’t think Willow had ever looked dumb before, but the thought of saying that out loud was too big of an idea.

“You better not just be saying that,” She teased. Then, her eyes widened, and she snapped her fingers, “Oh! We should bring some water! It’s hot out today.”

His toes curled in his sneakers as he thought about heat, sweat, and sundresses. Hunter didn’t think he minded the hot all too much.

“Sure,” He stood up robotically, making intense eye contact with anything that wasn’t her, “I’ll get some bottles.”

“I’ll help. Hold on,” Willow chirped, opening up the door. “We’re getting water bottles, be right out!” She called to the others, who voiced their appreciation. Then, she was back in front of him, flushed from the heat and smiling, and it took him a moment to remember how to walk, and when he finally could, it was as if he was hyperaware of his every move.

He had never considered it before but did he walk weirdly? And when he was just standing there, did he stand weirdly? Did he hold his hand out awkwardly when she handed him water bottles? Was he staring too much? And titan, why couldn’t he talk?

His tongue felt like cotton in his mouth as he nodded along to her stories about work. Today, someone had told her she was overwatering a plant, her; it was evidently ridiculous.

“Ugh, and it’s like, I couldn’t get under the shade all day,” Willow complained, bringing a cold-water bottle to the back of her neck. Hunter watched as Willow’s eyes fluttered closed in relief, and something akin to electricity ripped right through him as she moaned with pleasure.

“That feels so good,” She sighed, and Hunter tensed, swallowing thickly.

Please, something deep inside his mind cried, please don’t forget this, while another part of him yelled, Look away! Look! Away!

“Y-yeah,” His voice cracked, agreeing for some stupid, dumb reason. When she started to giggle at his expense, every part of his brain collectively decided it would be okay if the world swallowed him whole.

“That was a bad one,” She smiled, pointing out the crack, and he forced himself to laugh with her.

#huntlow #wip drabble #idk if ill continue tho #unless theres legit interest but i bet there's someone out there who's already done this like way better already lmaooooo #i just love a good awkward coming-of-age story

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countlessrealities · 10 months

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Send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours || Accepting !

@advnterccs sent: 🖤 { And the Mortys 👀 }

Attractiveness

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words

"I-I know that we, uh, look the same, b-but...FM...I think he looks better than me. H-He's cuter, an-and I could stare at him all day. I-I wouldn't do that with myself. I-Is it weird? I don't know. An-And then there are times on adventures, w-when he's really ho-...I-I mean, badass and that makes me want...I-I really admired that, you know?"

Personality

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible

"W-We're pretty similar personality-wise too, but...H-He's more level-headed than me. L-Less impulsive and kinder. I-I don't know how he does it, w-with everything we went through...B-But I really love that about him. I-It makes me feel calmer too. An-And safer. An-And he's so badass...uh, I-I already said that...an-and smart and I-I love his ideas. I-It's...we can talk for hours an-and I'll never be bored.",

Level of friendship

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend

"W-We became best friends b-before getting together an-and I still consider him my best friend. W-We're dating, but w-we also kept the friendship part, y-you know? I-It just felt right. W-We can be friends and boyfriends. I-It makes us closer."

First impression of them

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them

"W-Well, I knew that he was me, s-so...we clicked very quickly. H-He was nice and funny an-and I finally had someone who really understood...I-I liked him since the start. F-For once I was glad that Rick had messed up."

Current impression of them

"I...T-There's not...I mean...H-He makes me happy. A-As I've rarely been. An-And I've never felt what I feel for him. I-It was a little confusing at first, b-but now I love feeling this way. I...I love being in love with him. I-I know, it's cheesy as fuck, b-but it's true. FM is wonderful, an-and I'm so lucky to have him an-and his affections."

#[ ic :: Morty ]#[ headcanons :: Morty ]#[ When I'm with you I finally feel good enough :: Morty & Morty ]#[ v. Rick Double Morty and Trouble ; timeline split :: Morty ]#advnterccs #[[ gotta love how there's some stuff he won't say out aloud xD ]]#[[ but that he thinks about a lot x3 the striken parts! ]]#[[ but well he's just so enamoured with his boyfriend 🤭 ]]#;; queue

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i-will-cry-you-a-river · 1 year

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When Morty jumped and turned around to confront the person touching him, instead of an unusually touchy-feely crew member, it's Rick he saw, laughing.

"O-oh-ho-ho, th-eugh-the kitten has c-claws," he chuckled, taking a swing out of his signature bottle. "D-didn't w-want to give y-euhh-ou a fright."

"I-i-it's o-okay, you didn't- you didn't scare me," Morty stammered, ignoring the fact that his head was throbbing at the same quick tempo his heart was beating. Self-consciously, Morty reached back, rubbing his hand against the nape of his neck. Rick Sanchez was the only person in the whole universe who could make him feel like this with just the intense stare of his eyes.

"Y-euhhg-ou b-became a man since we s-st-ugh-arted our j-journey, d-d-didn't you, Kitten?" He asked with a strange smile on his face, caressing Morty's stubbled cheek. Morty blushes at both the unexpected, yet very much welcomed touch, and the blotchy stubble he wore that looked more like a bald baby bird than a proper beard.

He only noticed the growing hair a few days ago. Getting lost track of how long they've been in space, he didn't really know how old he was exactly when his beard grew, but it was a greatly expected moment in his life. Still, even if he noticed it, nobody else did, as the hair was so fine and it only grew in patches. But Rick noticed.

Morty told his excited heart to shut up and be quiet.

"I-I-I g-guess so," he chuckled self-consciously, the bright red slowly creeping down on his neck.

"D-d-eugh-o-o you w-want me to t-t-take care of t-that for you?" Rick asked, and even he was standing upright, Morty managed to almost trip over the mop he held in his hands.

"W-w-w-wha-at?" He stammered even harder than usual.

Rick softly caressed a patch of fine hair on his chin, "I-I guess nob-bleugh-ody thought y-you how to s-shave. I can d-do i-it for you."

Morty's inside turned into a warm, gooey mush, dropping his mop as his knees and arms weakened. "I-i- y-you, s-sure?" he blushed, looking up at the bigger man from under his eyelashes.

"G-good. I m-mean, fine, if you w-w-eugh-ant me to," Rick coughed, sending a wink that made Morty's knees even shakier. The young boy wondered if Rick was really that oblivious, or he knew it very much what he was doing with Morty's feelings. "Come then."

As the ship's cook - and scientist, mechanist, and everything in-between -, Rick had the luxury to have his own sleeping quarter. A tiny one, but still better than any of the crew member's. Morty hesitated following the cyborg down his room, not because he was afraid, but because of the possible intimacy of the shaving. He wasn't sure his young, overly excited heart could deal with that.

But he followed Rick. He would follow him anywhere.

"C-come on in, K-itten," Rick chuckled. "W-welcome to my l-lab," he said, opening his arms in a 'this is me' gesture.

It really was a lab. The tiny space was packed full of various chemicals and mechanical parts, everything screaming Rick to him. The smell of him concentrated in the stale air, mixed with the potent smell of alcohol and other substances, overwhelming Morty's senses. He wanted nothing more than wrapping himself around with Rick's smell and presence. Being there was the second best thing.

"W-well, co-eugh-me on, sit," he motioned to the only chair in the room, next to a small table that held a bowl of water, a bar of soap and a crumpled towel. Morty sat.

Swinging a mouthful of the bottle that never seemed to be out of alcohol, Rick held it out as an offering. "W-want some, Kitten," he asked, burping in the middle of the question.

Nodding, Morty accepted with shaking hands, and took a sip. It was strong, stronger than anything he tasted before, but it instantly took the edge of some of his nervousness, so he swallowed another mouthful before giving the bottle back to it's owner.

Rick raised an impressed eyebrow. "H-huh, look at that, K-Kitten c-ough-an hold his own."

Morty could barely stop himself from blurting out, 'I broke into my alcoholic mother's liquor cabinet when I was twelve. She always had lots of alcohol that she was addicted to ever since her father left her when she got pregnant with my sister, and I wanted to know why her drinks made her so drowsy."

"I c-can take a l-l-lot of things," he said insteady unintentionally suggestively.

Rick just shook his head, smirking at the blushing boy. "W-well, let's get started!"

Taking the towel off the table, Rick laid it on Morty's shoulders to cover his chest. Walking behind the sitting boy, Morty could feel himself getting more and more tense, not seeing what he was doing. The big form of Rick Sanchez was towering over his back, his full chest pressing against Morty's back, his warmth sweeping into his bones. Suddenly, the boy couldn't breathe, his inside was like a jelly, quivering and malleable. He wouldn't have mind to experience the feeling of Rick's closeness in other settings too.

He could feel Rick's breath hitting the back of his head at every exhale, and Morty could smell the foul scent of alcohol in it. It told a lot of things about the boy that instead of being repulsed, he wanted to taste it from inside the source.

"Pass-s me those t-things, w-will ya?" Rick asked, raising a finger towards the bar of soap and the bowl of water. Morty leaned forward, then offered them to the older man. "H-o-eugh-ld the water," he instructed, and Morty did. He could hear the splashes of the water as Rick worked the soap between his palms - one flesh, other cybernetic - to coax out the suds.

"I-I'll put the lather o-on your f-burp-ace, then c-clean it away," Rick explained the process.

Morty had only one question. "W-where's th-the r-razor?"

A whirring sound, a click and a swoosh could be heard, and Rick reached around to show the gleaming blade in the stead of his cybernetic hand. A shiver ran through Morty's body, and even he couldn't decide whether that was because he was afraid or turned on.

Well, the latter, definitely, but maybe a bit of the former too.

"L-let's g-get started th-eugh-then, Kitten," Rick said. Morty didn't feel ready for Rick's organic hand to cup the back of his neck, large and heavy and warm, tilting his head the way he wanted, smearing slippery suds all over his face. He was not ready for the gentle touches as Rick coated his face with lather. Morty had to remind himself to keep breathing.

He was even less prepared for the dangerous pressure of Rick's blade as it slid across his cheeks, carving a clean line through the lather. Morty exhaled shakily.

He is shaving me, he thought dazedly.

Rick worked uncharacteristically slow, getle and cautious even if he was more than a little intoxicated. It never even o cured Morty that he could have been in danger. He was too gone on Rick for that, too trusting and dependent.

Before long, Morty had to move to accommodate Rick's reach, now that he was shaving the other side of his face with short, precise strokes. The press of the razor, Rick's gentle hand on his face, the feeling of his chest on his back, being surrounded by Rick's tights, he felt like he was floating. He wanted that moment to never end. Morty wipes his sweaty palms in his pants, hoping Rick wouldn't notice his nerves.

"A-another sip?" Rick asked, and Morty nodded eagerly. Gripping the neck of the bottle, Morty took a gulp for himself to steel his nerves, then passed it to the older man. When Rick burped and handed it back to Morty, the bottle was empty, not a drop of liquid in it. He hoped the closeness affected Rick as much as it affected him.

The last few strokes were finished too soon. Morty could have fallen asleep, using Rick's chest as a pillow, the repetitive motions lulling him, relaxing him, at the same time, exciting him like nothing before. Not even Jessica, the redhead from home, nor any of the beauties he saw before boarding the ship. They were so close to each other like never before, and Morty wanted to savor the feeling of Rick's body pressed firmly against his. The old man's flat stomach, his strong tights, his… he swallowed. Morty's buzzed mind couldn't help but wonder if he could take that big cock that was pressed against his back. Probably not, it felt too big even behind clothes. But he could take him in his mouth, or between his thighs, allowing Rick to use him like his personal toy. Morty knew it would feel good.

He had to bite back the disappointed whine when the old man's hands left his face. As the task was done, way too soon, disappointment flooded his body. He wanted it to last forever, to hold on these new feelings. Without Rick's hand to warm him, he felt cold, cold and alone, even if the room didn't left much space for them to be far away from each other. Yet, as soon as the shaving was finished, it was as if a gate closed between them. Rick on one side, and him on the other.

He wanted to weep.

He could still feel Rick's breathing against his back, his chest pushing against him, the slightest pressure of his hand on his shoulder. Yet he never felt farther away from Morty.

At once, the weird tension disappeared as Rick slapped his hands together, his cybernetic one once again razorless. "T-these you g-go. S-smooth, l-like a ba-aaaaugh-by's butt." Morty wasn't sure if he just imagined the strain in Rick's voice or not.

"T-t-thank you," he whispered, not confident enough to be able to talk in his normal voice. He smoothed a hand on his cheek, imagining he could still feel Rick's much bigger hand on it, feeling the old man's precise work.

Rick did that.

Rick shaved him.

Rick caressed him.

Morty felt dizzy. It must have been the alcohol, as was the weakness in his legs when he tried to get up. He must have been more intoxicated than he thought.

(Intoxicated on Rick, his mind traitorously added.)

"T-th-thanks," he repeated. His legs were unsteady under him, but they were just doing fine, as he realized he was already in front of the door, unconsciously trying to escape from the overwhelming emotions.

He hesitated for a moment, a beat of anxious, uncomfortable silence. Then he pushed the door open, bolting out like his life depended on it.

The sudden burst of energy was gone by the time he closed the door behind him. Needing a moment for himself, he leaned against the door, trying to keep his heart from exploding, and regulating his breathing, he heard it.

A deep groan, muffled, but distinguishable, then a mumbled, "Y-euhhg-ou are too o-old for this shit. H-huh co-ough-ld be your g-grandson, for f-fuck's sake."

Warmth flooded his body. He wasn't the only one having feelings for the other, after all.

#treasure planet au #rick and morty #rickorty #morty smith #rick sanchez #rick and morty fanfiction

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