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kairiscorner · 10 months

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Im obbesses w spider noir for some reason and idk why. But i wanna req a story and u pick whoever is the love interest (i want to be spider noir but HE DOESNT FIT THIS KIND OF GENRE 😭😭 but i hope yk spider noir or hobie YKKK~ HAHAHAHAHAH) 😏 HAHAHAH natatawa ako 😭

Anyways this is a req: so miguel is holding a meeting right w some spideys then miguel suddenly calls y/n in his watch (aka his non bio suddenly adopted daughter who was also a spidey) for her to help the upcoming mission.

Then suddenly, miguel counts to 3..2..1… and the there was a smoke bomb in the room! And miguel says “here she comes..” with his palm on his forehead. And when the smoke is clear u are posing like this : https://pin.it/6sHhLLK (search on google.) with a spiderman suit w a mask on under your short silky black dress with heels. Waving to them “Hey fellas!” With a jokingly seductive tone. Then the love interest stares at y/n, falling in love 😍

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH NAYATAWA AKO SA LOKOHAN KO HAHAHAH BUT I HOPE U SEE THIS COS IDK WHATS GOING ON W MY MIND HAHAHAHAH

BWAHAHAHHAHAHA NATAWA RIN AKO RITO WEYT ok noong una, di ko gets, PERO I THINK GETS KO NA SIYA........? SORRY IF THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU ASKED FOR BUT THIS IS HOW I INTERPRETED IT YUHYUH

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

when the skrunkly <333

"so that wraps up today's meeting, does anyone--oh, you finally showed up." miguel said with a slight grunt and a hint of annoyance in his tone as the tall, lanky, dark complexioned boy walked in with a confident smirk and with his hands in his vest pockets. he raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled into an even bigger grin, one of satisfaction for having defied miguel's expectations at even showing up just as the meeting was about to be wrapped up. "at least i'm here, aren't i?" he asked in a sly tone, one that acted as provocation for miguel's worsening temper.

"anyway..." miguel began again as hobie, quite loudly, pulled a chair--dragging it against the floor, creating as much friction as he could--and loudly plopped himself down on the chair. he leaned the chair back and placed his feet up on the table, to the distaste of the spider people adjacent to him. "go on." hobie said in a casual manner. "i'm not even here." he said as he leaned further back.

miguel let out a long sigh at hobie's defiant acts of annoying rebelliousness. "anyway, like i was saying, we have a new recruit that'll be joining us today." he said as everyone began buzzing, wondering who this new recruit would be. hobie laid back further in his chair, and though he appeared as if he couldn't care less about this new recruit, he did want to get to know them once they got there.

"hey, where are you?" he asked in a hushed voice as the new recruit appeared on the other end. faint giggling, explosions, and not so family friendly words were heard in the background. "oh, hi mig!" you called out from the other end. miguel lowered the volume on his watch as he scowled at you. "i gave you permission to go on that joyride but not doing--is that a duck?" he asked in angry manner as you tried to explain yourself.

hobie was enjoying the scene from afar, not sitting down a little more properly, grinning to himself as he indulges in miguel's frustrated figure as, who he assumed was the new recruit, was pissing him off immensely. the best part was that miguel let you do what you wanted. that must've meant you really mattered to him, to give you permission to do things he'd never let just anyone do.

miguel grunted in irritation as he ended the call. "right when i needed them to come on their first mission..." he murmured and pinched the bridge of his nose. before anyone could react, miguel was already counting down in his head.

"3..."

the sound of something metal clinking on the floor reverberated throughout the room, causing for everyone to look that way.

"2..."

the metal container soon released a flurry of gas, a cloud so thick that it enveloped the whole room, causing for everyone to wheeze and cough at the gas as they fanned the air away. hobie, meanwhile, tried to see the figure that came up from the smoke, the silhouette coming closer and closer as the cloud began to dissipate.

"1..."

"hey fellas!" exclaimed and excited and playful voice that threw themselves on the table and slid over on it, lying sideways while leaning the side of your head on your fist so confidently on the table, winking at a few spider people. "hi dad!" you exclaimed as you waved at miguel all joyfully, with him clicking his tongue and muttering something repeatedly in spanish.

you had a short, silky black dress on with heels; presumably from an event you had to attend undercover. but underneath that was your spider suit and covering your very excited and enthusiastically chaotic face was your mask.

"everyone, this is--" miguel began, but you interrupted him. "his one and only spider student! nice to meet you lot!" you beamed all happily as you stood up on the table, earning stares and looks of confusion, concern, and awe from one soul from across the table. from hobie brown.

hobie watched as you teased miguel, with him trying to keep a straight, unaffected demeanor as you kept trying to butter him up and get him to let loose. hobie admired your boldness, nobody he's ever met was able to worm their way into miguel's heart as well as you have, and... you've caught his attention with such little effort already. just being your adorable, chaotic self already sold him to you.

as miguel adjourned the meeting once and for all, hobie called out to you. "man, what a killer suit you have, it's mad wicked." he complimented. you giggled. "why, thank you! who are you? oh, you have such a cool hairstyle! and are those piercings? miguel! let me get some! it'll be fun!" you exclaimed to the big man as he pinched his nose bridge again and told you both to get out.

hobie chuckled. "say, would you like to come with me and deface some property?" he offered with a smirk, which you reciprocated with a wide grin. "that's my favorite pastime, of course!" you beamed as you took hobie's arm, and with an assuring smile, you both swung out of there, much to miguel's disappointment because you were both assigned on a mission.

"i love how you can't do a thing about either of them." lyla quipped as she showed up, smirking at miguel as he sighed. "just make sure to keep the reminder to come back here before 7 on their watch." he said as he resigned to his chair in front of the monitors. lyla laughed. "uh, yeah, no can do. they disabled it the moment they came in here."

"why didn't you tell me?"

"because it's funnier to see you in angry dad mode. now, smile." lyla said as she took a picture of miguel scowling, and saved it in an album with your name on it and on the caption it said: 'his first freak out at you running away with a boy you probably like !!'

a/n: i was gonna make hobie say, "that your kid, miguel?" but i think that would've killed everybody in the room 😭😭😭

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @pixqlsin @k4tsu3

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #itsv x you #atsv x y/n #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #spidersona

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hina-hina · 1 year

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Gary/roach headcanons?

Hello friend!! This is my first request for Roach!! Thank you so much for requesting!! Sorry It’s not very long, most of these are based off of stuff that can be found in the games but some are just from when vibe i get from him.

I hope everyone enjoyed their holidays!!!

|| Roach Relationship Headcanons ||

Warnings: Tiny bit of angst

Gender-Neutral!Reader // Romantic

couldn't find a good gif for him, sorry {{{(>_<)}}}

I am a strong supporter of the mute Roach agenda

Him teaching you sign language

I can see him as being super touchy, he loves holding hands

He is always amazed that you always know what he wants without him really having to sign it

He is not very coordinated (ie why hes always falling in his game)

I can see Soap teasing him about you

Greatly dislikes the cold/winter

Super determined in everything

Has a high pain tolerance

Like imagine him getting a deep cut and you freaking out and he is just like *shrug*

Loves to impress people, will try to showoff when first meeting you

Soap describes him as “loyal to a fault” in his journal, so expect a very faithful lover

Fiercly protective

Ghost has taught him the ways of the “mean glare” and he uses it to ward people trying to hit on you away

Writes about you in his journal while he is on missions

I also imagine he adresses to you in his journal and will let you read some pages (some of them he’s embarrassed about)

He would talk to Ghost about you too

The type to get very excited when he comes back home to you, I’m talk the “picking you up and spinning” type of excited

Unlike Ghost, he isn’t that shy about his face, he just perfers to hide it when he is working

Partly because he doesn’t want his face to be traced back to you

He also just likes to keep his work and home life seperate

Would be the type to have a special, secret page in his journal that’s a letter to you incase he were to pass away while on the job

He likes writing because he can put all the things he can’t say out there

(In a universe where he and Ghost survive) he would be pretty scared on fire

Imagine you comforting him after a nightmare

Likes when you wear his jackets

I get the vibe that he has a motorcycle (idk i just do)

Loves to take you on late night drives when he needs to clear his head

Would encourage you to write a journal while he is gone as well

Imagine you just trading him when he comes home and writing little notes in the marigins of the book

You jokingly calling him “bug-boy”

It turns into his petname

I imagine he has quite a few burns due to the headcannon he got his name from a bunch of close encounters with explosives

A very good listener

Probably played sports in school

The type of guy to just pick up bugs and even snakes and be able to name its exact species

Likes kids and is good with them

Likes reading with you

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theredharpy · 1 year

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Can't have one without the other|| König x Reader x Ghost ||

Jealousy • Envy • Slowburn • Enemies to lovers • R18

As Price is forced to make a tough call to bring in someone he had promised an old friend of his to protect, a mission that holds the weight of countless lives, needs the involvement of both KorTac and the mysterious red haired woman who had previously been in an elite trained military team that had supposedly disbanded and vanished.

Ghost is against the idea but something draws him to her, whereas König wants to know more, what unravels nobody could've expected.

Part: 2

Part: 3

Part: 4

Codename: R-E-D Pt.1

"We're sitting ducks in this if we don't get backup." Price spat as his eyes darted across the spreadsheet sprawled out across the table infront of him.

"We have 141 and KorTac and that's still not enough." He said with a sourness to his tone.

Laswell watched on feeling the tension in the air, the woman breathed in sharply and slammed her hand down over the spreadsheet that held Price's gaze.

"Not unless, I bring someone in."

Price let out a low chuckle and shook his head, "tell me.." he raised his brow at her, "who is this someone."

Laswell shifted her arm into the her jacket pocket and showed Price the person's military details, watching on as price squinted his eyes to read the words on the screen, "goes by the name Red." Price averted his gaze up towards the woman.

"Of squadron forty-five." She finished his sentence and watched as the man frowned at her.

"You remember that squadron don't you?" She said jokingly.

Price huffed, his lips curled into a smile.

"Absolutely not." Price deadpanned, his mannerisms became stiffened, repeatedly shaking his head in astonishment at laswells request.

"We bring her in, we are taking a huge fucking risk here."

Laswell flipped the phone in her hand and crossed her arms over her chest,

"Red is the best of the best and if you want this mission to go smoothly, you will agree with me on this one John, we have no other option on this."

"Yeah.." Price nodded in agreement, leaning on his arm, he looked up to the ceiling, a heavyness settled on his chest.

"yeah I do."

He paused for a moment his head turning towards Laswell, his mind raced with thoughts from the past, the promised he made to the general who had taken his younger self under his wing and supported him, trained him, made him who he is today, that promise would now be coming into fruition.

"Make the call."

"Already on it." Laswell placed the phone up to her ear before turning to walk out of the room.

Price had sent the word out around the base for both 141 and KorTac to gather in the main assembly room, both groups stood whispered words to one another, awaiting Price's appearance.

Ghost leaned against the wall, his arms folded over his chest, standing in silence as he eyed the door.

"So what'dya think this fuss is all about then." Soap voiced lowly as he glanced over towards Ghost.

Gaz leaned in towards Soap and whispered "maybe you're experiments with explosives got us in the shit again." He smirked jokingly towards Soap.

Ghost's eyes diverted from the door as he quickly shifted his gaze down to Soap and Gaz for a mere second giving them both a stoic glance, before catching a glimpse of König at the other side of the room, he'd purposely been trying to avoid the thought of working alongside KorTac ever since Price had the 'talk' with 141 and the mission they where about to begin.

"All I know is that price has decided to add yet another person to this."

Ghost responded, annoyance lingered in his words, but before the lieutenant could converse anymore, the doors swung open and all eyes where now focused on the Captain.

"Right, I'm sure you're all eagerly wondering why I've asked you all here." Price voiced loudly as he looked around the room.

"This mission requires a full team effort, it requires all of us to be at our very fucking best." He placed his hands towards his back as his attention moved towards both teams.

"That is why we need someone who has a special set of skills to assist us in this." His attention moved towards Ghost, almost readying himself for a reaction from the lieutenant, but before he could even give him a chance he spoke again.

"That's why I am introducing our newest member." He moved his hand towards the door, as a woman walked through, wearing all black, except for a certain symbol upon her military jacket.

Königs attention had been solely focused on just getting through this mission in one piece without the daily struggles of dealing with 141, but his attention shifted the moment the woman had stepped foot into the room, he too had noticed the red patch symbol upon her jacket, one that he didn't recognise, he studied her features, her icy blue eyes.

But there was one thing the entire team quickly noticed, the dark red hair she had.

Price gave the woman a small nod to welcome her, "the stage is all yours, introduce yourself to the rest of the team."

The woman gave price a smile as she looked around the room, her expressions where soft but remained emotionless.

"You can all call me Red." She spoke.

"Thought dyed hair wasn't allowed in the military." Soap spoke out jokingly.

"That's only if the enemy gets close enough to spot me." She correlated back.

Price cut in to introduce the rest of the team to the red haired woman, starting with Gaz, Soap, Ghost and the members of KorTac, Red noticed the towering figure hidden within the shadows of the room, the haunting emerald eyes staring directly at her.

Soap grinned liking the woman's confidence, whereas Ghost was less than impressed, a woman really? In one of the most important missions 141 has been given and now he has to be responsible for someone else.

"Red has been trained under team forty five, that's why she's here."

"Ah, the team that got blacklisted for its undercover assassin work, alongside navy work right?" Gaz interrupted, his head tilted as he eyed the woman.

"Heard you guys are top tier in making people vanish." He continued to poke at her.

"So what all you guys do then yeah?" She responded back sharply, raising her brow as she eyes scanned Gaz, Soap and landing on Ghost.

"I'm not here to represent my old team, I'm here because I was asked by your captian to be here and unfortunately for you guys like it or not we are all here for a reason."

Red scowled as she diverted her attention back onto the Captain.

"Red has already been informed on the mission, she knows what needs to be done just like the rest of us and might I remind every single person in this room once again, that we have to get this done as a bloody team." He looked around the entire room his voice growing more annoyed by Gaz's need to already cause tension.

"Do you understand that." He raised his tone.

"Yes sir." The entire room responded back.

"Good then you're dismissed, next meeting will be in 2 days time, Ghost will be making sure everyone has combat training across the board during that time, until then you are dismissed."

Red Quietly thanked Price before making her way out the room and down the hall, Soap was quick on her tracks as he wanted to know more about the newest member of 141.

Whereas both König and Ghost where intrigued by the woman's association with the mysterious elite team.

As Price walked towards the door he stopped for a second to look at Ghost and Soap, he could sense the lieutenants frustration, he sighed heavily.

"Not a fucking word Simon." He said sharply.

Ghost scoffed at his words, "you expect us to work with KorTac and now you expect us to have another liability on our team."

Price turned his whole body towards the lieutenant his arms placed behind his back.

"Well unfortunately for you Simon, you don't make the calls I do and when I say we need her on this team, that's enough to be said."

Soap cleared his throat trying to ease the tension that was building between both Price and Ghost.

"Is she on our side though?" He asked innocently.

Price nodded his head and a small smile crossed his lips. "Yes Johnny, she is most definitely on our side and if you both want to double check that before jumping to conclusions how about you both go actually talk to her yourselves." He made sure those last words where directed towards Ghost more than Soap before finally excusing himself from the room.

#könig x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #cod fanfic #ghost x reader x könig

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randofics · 2 years

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Wheeljack x reader

I don't have much to say about this one. But I had to give Wheeljack a fic of his own. He's a flirty, brash, and healthy old stud. With how old he looks you'd think he'd be slower or at least calmer tempered. But instead we get a wrecker with katanas and some explosive habits. So here we go yall.

18+Under the cut

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Wheeljack was your new guardian. Well, relatively new as he'd been on earth for several months, not including the time before he found the team. He didn't really want to be your guardian but seeing as the others already had one of the three kids or had too much on their plate to drive you wherever you needed to go he didn't have much choice. Over the last three months, you got to know each other. You were very safety minded the opposite of him. If he drove too quickly or recklessly without good reason, you would chew him out.

You were also quiet and tended to stick to the background listening to the conversation around you unless a topic of interest came up. Whereas he was loud and brash, once again the opposite of you. But while some would expect you to hate each other you didn't and got along quite well. You were watching Wheeljack train with Bulkhead from a high platform. Miko sat next to you cheering Bulk on. You and Miko had your legs dangling off the edge as you leaned forward against the lower bar of the railing. You kept a eye on Wheeljack, watching his stance and the way he moved or swung his katanas. You would keep the knowledge in mind for future reference possibly even self training.

Bulk and Wheeljack circled each other and his eyes caught your attention. Their piercing blue glow and his face shield which only showed his eyes. He wasn't looking at you, rather at Bulk as he prepared to attack again. His gaze was intense, serious, and it sent a shiver down your spine. That hadn't happened before and it confused you. Perhaps it was intimidation? You weren't sure. Over the next few days even stranger things happened. When he smirked at you one day a strange feeling came over you. Another day and when he jokingly talked about giving you a ride you'd never forget (that being driving fast through a local race course) your mind went to a dark place. You had blushed madly at your own thoughts, why were you even thinking about stuff like that!? Luckily he hadn't noticed or you wouldn't know what you would've done.

He had made comments like that before and you hadn't reacted like that at all. You realized after re thinking those thoughts that you found him attractive and even thought of him in a sexual manner. You were sure that he had none of the same feelings towards you though, and when you got to base the next day you tried to act normal. When you sat on the couch with Miko you saw her looking at photos on her phone and you decided to get a picture of Wheeljack. You ended up sneaking one as he walked down the hall. It was just a pic of him walking away but as you took in the detailed plating on his back, you couldn't help the feeling that came over you.

Suddenly you hear Miko chuckle, somehow you hadn't noticed her leaning over to look at your phone. "You have a crush on Jacky dontcha?" She whispered. You blushed and turned off your phone. "Oh you totally have the hotts for him!" You put your hand over her mouth and looked around to see if anyone heard her. "Shh Miko! Don't just yell something like that out!" You whisper yelled at her. She pushed your hand away and grinned mischievously. "Oh NO no no no no no! You aren't going to do anything or say anything to anyone! You hear me Miko?" "Aww ok fine." She pouted. You relaxed into the old couch and opened a game on your phone. A little while later Miko told you she had to go home. Little did you know that on her way home she told Bulkhead about your crush on Wheeljack.

"So y/n likes Wheeljack so what?" "She doesn't just like him Bulk she like likes him." "What do you mean?" "Ugh she has a crush on him Bulk!" He took a moment to process before realizing. "Oh....Ohhh! I get it now." "Yeah and we need to help her out a little hint hint." "Miko I don't think that's such a good idea, I mean they may get together on their own." " Maybe but I think it'll be quicker if we give them a nudge." "No Miko you shouldn't interfere with them." "Oh come on Bulk we won't do anything big just something small like a picture or something. And I know just what picture to use."

The next day when you were on the couch looking at the picture again Miko snuck a photo over your shoulder. She then played it off by asking which guitar you liked better. One was purple with a lightning bolt and the other was black and sparkly. You said which one you thought suited her better, and was none the wiser about Miko's plot. Then when she got the chance to she showed the picture to Wheeljack. "Wait she said that she has a crush on me?" "Well she didn't say it exactly but she didn't deny it either, plus she snuck that pic of you the other day." "Ok thanks for letting me know Miko." She smiled at him as he went to talk to you.

"Hey y/n why don't we take a drive for a bit? You don't need me for anything right Doc?" "No and don't call me Doc!" You stood and walked down the stairs as he transformed into his alt. He opened the driver's door for you and you thanked him as you buckled up. The drive to your favorite lookout spot was quiet and uneventful. When he parked you got out to look at the sunset. It was almost dark out with the clouds turning pink and purple as the sun sunk past the horizon. On instinct you walked backwards sitting down on the edge of his hood. You stayed like that for a few minutes just watching the sky grow darker. But you were suddenly startled by Wheeljacks holoform popping up right in front of you. He stood between your legs and leaned down, both hands on the hood trapping you there.

"Miko told me about something earlier today that piqued my interest. She told me that you took a picture of me behind my back." You internally sighed in relief that that was all she said to him. "Oh yeah I did sorry. I would've asked but I thought you might say no because the whole cybertronians don't exist thing and having to keep you guys a secret." He grinned at you making you blush. "I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about something else she said." You swallow nervously. "She said you have a crush on me. Is that true?" "Ye-yeah it's true." You tried to prepare for rejection but it never came. Instead he grinned even wider his face moving closer to your's. "Well in that case maybe I should crush you against my hood and see if you're telling the truth." You blush like a tomato. He inches closer until you connect, the kiss is gentle but filled with want and passion. He pulls away to look into your eyes, you smile at him dazed. "That smile of your's drives me crazy."

He pushes his weight into you squishing you between his holoform and hood. You lay back with your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist. He kisses you again and grinds himself into you. You moan into him and he keeps grinding his hips into yours. His hands slip under your shirt and he lifts it up to reveal your chest. He palms one of your clothed breasts and starts to kiss your neck and chest. Your hands tangle in his grey streaked hair pulling at his scalp. He purrs into your neck at the feeling. He stands up straight and starts to unbutton your pants. You stand and pull them off along with your underwear. He follows suit but only pulls his down past his hips. You hop up so your on his hood again and lay back. His holoform moves between your legs again, his length touching your inner thigh. You move a hand down. To split your folds for him and he rubs against you, lubricating himself in your juices. Once he's done he prodds your entrance with his tip before pushing in slowly.

He hisses at the warmth of you and you arch your back as he fills you. He stops when he's fully sheathed in you, waiting for you to adjust. When you squeeze his hips he starts to move. He starts slow and kisses your neck sweetly. "Faster Jacky!" He grunts as he picks up the pace a bit. Your moans and mewls spurr him on and he picks up the pace again. He leans more weight onto you and snaps his hips harder into you. You paw at his back as the coil tightens in you. He changes his angle a bit and hits that spot in you that makes you see white. "Wheeljack!" You cry out. He snaps his hips into you, aiming for that spot. You arch your back into him as the coil finally snaps. Your walls clench around him and massage his length until he thrusts into you one final time. His transfluid fills you hotly and you chant his name in his ear at the heavenly feeling.

You try to catch your breath as he hides his face in your neck. "That felt amazing baby, we need to do this more often. Maybe I can give you that ride I mentioned." "That sounds fun." You smile at him when he lifts his head. "Like I said before your smile drives me crazy. But we should get cleaned up and I'll take you home." He helps you get cleaned up and dressed before driving you home. After he parks in your garage you walk around him and kiss his hood before going inside. "Goodnight Wheeljack!" "Goodnight y/n!"

#transformers fanfiction #smut #fanfic #transformers x reader #wheeljack #wheeljack x reader #tfp #transformers prime

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gonzohiccups · 25 days

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things one of the security guards did to me while going to get my fingerprints done at a government facility for a job today:

1. when asking if I had any weapons or explosives and I said no, he asked in a joking, joyous manner "'no' you don't have any on your here or 'no' you don't own any? Cause if you don't own any at all we'll have to have a talk!"

2. when they forgot to give me the badge they give to every visitor they let in and the fingerprinting guy noticed and called up, the same guard came back and shoved my shoulder "playfully" while asking what I did with the first badge they gave me. the shove was forceful enough to turn my entire upper body in my chair away from the fingerprinting agent towards him.

3. he came BACK still with no replacement badge and pulled out his baton "jokingly" and asked me how old I was. I could tell he was surprised, expecting me to say ten years younger than I actually am thanks to T and my babyface, but he still went with his original plan of saying, again, jokingly, "what would your father say if he knew what you did with the badge?"

4. when I finally was done with my appointment and was leaving, I couldn't find the clipboard I had originally signed in on and asked if I needed to sign out. "Of COURSE you do. See guys? We gotta keep an eye on this one!"

this entire time I felt compelled to mask so hard because I had no script for this and here I was, a trans autistic person being jokingly threatened with a baton over a badge they never gave me.

and this is the second time I had been there because my IDs didn't line up (I needed my social security to have my new name) so I knew I was already out to the fingerprinting guy.

it wasn't until I left that it all hit me like one big brick how fucked up that all was. do security guards have no fucking rules? like "don't threaten the civilians, even as a joke?"

#muppet talks #im still kind of shaken up about it

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kittyt-hexxed · 1 year

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Book Two of Hexed - The Fury of Zaun (Vi × POC!Reader) - Ch.18

Next Upload Date: March 9th

Act 2: Chapter Eighteen - On the Inside

Warning: Vi and Caitlyn argue, list of life-threatening injuries, Stillwater explosion aftermath

Summary: You end up sitting around the shiny new councilors’ table and get an inside look on the Piltover situation.

When you met up with Jayce, he mentioned that he heard about you from Mel. To your annoyance, you end up talking to him about your House the whole way there. Viktor walked smugly next to you, secretly thankful that you were the one suffering in place of him. At one point, you jabbed him in the side before sweetly apologizing for accidentally hitting him. Viktor had laughed from a mixture of surprise and joy and jokingly told you it was an honor. You and Viktor ended up chatting to each other the last few minutes of your walk, though you could feel the discomfort radiating from Jayce as you did.

You quirk an eyebrow at the squad of Enforcers standing outside of the building. Having some form of security measure is a smart idea, but that wouldn’t stop you if you were serious about gaining entry. They don’t even bat an eyelash at you as you slip past them with Jayce and Viktor at your side. You were glad that they didn’t because you weren’t opposed to driving a dagger into them and watching their blood stain christen the repaired building. You were, admittedly, still feeling high emotions from what happened earlier this morning. Being a little trigger-happy was part of it. The inside of the building was just as you expected - pristine. You could tell that a vast amount of the material is from the mines in Zaun except for some outsourced materials. If you hadn’t promised Zealot that you wouldn’t blow this building up again, you would’ve been giving Jinx the go-ahead tonight. The Council’s conference room was a grand space with the only available seating around the table. You raise an eyebrow at the lack of seating for others. ‘Don’t these things take a long time? Other people who attend would have to stand for the majority of the time. That’s quite unfair if someone has a disability that doesn’t allow them to stand for long.’ The other Councilors in the room glance your way when you waltz in and Mel seems to brighten up when she sees you. Councilor Kiramman on the other hand seems to be torn at your appearance.

“Jayce. Viktor! Y/n!” Mel greets you all as she walks over, “I see you’ve met.”

“Briefly. I was visiting Viktor when Jayce came by.” You respond, holding your arm out, “It’s wonderful to see you again, Mel. A bit earlier than planned, but I hope I'm not intruding.” Mel takes your arm and gives it a firm shake. Your uncle had advised you to get in as close as you could to Mel. He explained that she was a very cunning woman, but as an outsider on the Council, she may not has as much influence as you think she does. You trust your uncle so you were going to take his advice.

“Of course not. Honestly, with your unique position, we could use your input on an issue that recently happened. I’m sure you might’ve heard about what happened this morning?” Mel takes your arm and starts guiding you away from Jayce. You glance back at Viktor to make sure he’s okay with the event playing out this way and he motions for you to continue forward with her.

“I did hear what happened from the whispers flowing throughout the city. It’s all everyone was talking about this morning. Do you have any clue about how it happened?” You ask with fake worry.

“We have a clue about it.” Councilor Kiramman speaks up, “But, we will address that once everyone is here.”

“Councilor Shoola, this is Y/n Pyre. A family friend.” Mel introduces you to a well-put-together black woman. You raise an eyebrow, realizing that you’ve seen this woman at Renata’s mansion a few times. She raises an eyebrow back, a glimmer of recognition in her eyes as they flick up to your hair where your horns would be. ‘It looks like I’ll be needing to have a private conversation with her. Whether or not I’ll need to take her out will depend on how the conversation goes.’ You file that information away for later.

“It’s nice to meet you, Heiress Pyre.” Councilor Shoola holds out her hand, “Although, I wish it was in better circumstances.”

“Heiress Pyre, niece to the Warlord Cassius Pyre and the Heiress to one of the oldest remaining Noxian Houses.” A very professional-sounding voice says from behind you. It strikes a chord within your chest and you turn to lock eyes with vivid blue ones. A loud, aggressive song bursts into your mind along with screeching from the Brackern within you. You’re almost visibly startled by their reactions and your mind is flooded with image after image. It forces you to close your eyes and allow their emotions to flood through you. You feel a hand on your shoulder - Mel’s from the sound of her soul song - and you clamp down on your connection to the Brackern.

“Yes, but I’m afraid I don't know who you are Ms…?” You pause, waiting for her to respond. You were feeling waves of rage from the Brackern as you gaze at the white-haired woman. At first glance, you would have missed her augmentation but the creatures within you would not let you miss it. Hextech. A Namestone glitters at the center of her chest and the sharp sting of your fangs is followed by the taste of rich iron as you try to keep yourself from growling.

“Camille. Camille Ferros.” She holds her hand out to you, “One of the new Councilors.”

“It’s nice to meet you Councilor Ferros.” You shake her hand and an electric shock races its way up your arm from your clasped hands. You notice a flash of confusion in the woman’s eyes before they flick down to your joined hands. She felt it too.

“Why don’t we take our seats?” Councilor Kiramman offers, “Everyone else will be arriving shortly.” The others agree and Mel leads you back over to Jayce. Even though you weren’t looking at Camille you were hyper-aware of her. Her Namestone was begging for you, pleading for you to come back and it was torture to sit and ignore its screams for help. That moment of contact had given it all it needed from you. It didn’t help that the Brackern within you were acting positively feral. Viktor gives you a concerned glance as you take a seat next to him because he can see that your hands were shaking aggressively. You flash him a smile to ease his nerves when you hear the doors open. As if someone manually turns your head, you find yourself looking at the one woman who can smother the burning rage within you. Violet. A real smile spreads from your lips to your eyes.

The moment the boat was docked, Vi jumped off and started to make her way up the docks so she could go back to the Kiramman’s and sleep. She was feeling exhausted after being awake for the last forty-eight hours. Normally, it wouldn’t bother her. Vi was used to staying awake for a week straight when her mind wouldn’t let her sleep. She was tired because she’s been dealing with stupid Enforcers that don’t know how to do their damn jobs! Not to mention that they drained her energy and the little patience she had. Now that includes Caitlyn, too. Whenever Vi was in her line of sight, she could feel her eyes burning holes into her skin. She could ignore it with no problem but the other Enforcers had noticed - because, of course, they’d notice that and not the crime scene in front of them. Vi exhales in frustration.

“Vi! I swear to god if you don’t stop running from me-!” Caitlyn huffs indignantly, shutting up when Vi whirls around with an annoyed look on her face.

“I’m not running, cupcake. I’m tired and don’t want to deal with this shit right now. I get that you want to talk about what happened, but I don’t.” Vi hisses, her patience gone.

“We have to talk about it.” Caitlyn snaps quietly, “Your sister is the one who blew up the prison!”

“You don’t know that! Don’t accuse her of things when you have no proof!” Vi slams her hand into the wall next to her, causing cracks to form, “She’s not your scapegoat.”

“Who else uses colored smoke in their bombs?!” Caitlyn retorts, “Admit it, you know it was her and we need to find her before she causes more damage.”

“Here we go again.” Vi scoffs, crossing her arms, “And what are you going to do when we find my sister? Threaten her? Throw her into Stillwater? Oh, wait, you can’t.”

“You never want to talk about this! You’re always avoiding the conversation!”

“You ever think I don’t want to talk to you about it because you are acting insufferable? Your first instinct is to arrest her when you know that’s not what I want and it won’t help the situation. You’re always thinking like an Enforcer and if I wanted to talk to an Enforcer I’d go do that. I’m not running from you or the conversation. I’d rather have the conversation when you’re thinking like the woman who broke me out of prison and not the Sheriff with a stick up her ass.” Caitlyn’s jaw drops as Vi glares at her. Every time Caitlyn brought up the conversation, it was the same thing over and over again and Vi was done. She knows that her sister is responsible for what happened and it’s something she is currently conflicted with herself over. When she witnessed the rubble left behind, she felt so deliriously happy that she had to find somewhere private to laugh. At the same time, people were murdered. Body parts and blood were found scattered amongst the rubble. Vi needed space to think and sort out her own emotions, and Caitlyn’s constant badgering wasn’t helping her.

“Vi, I-”

“-Sheriff!?” Someone calls out for Caitlyn. The two women stare at each other as Caitlyn calls back to the person. Vi sees one of the Enforcers enter the side street over Caitlyn’s shoulder and scowls.

“Sheriff, you and Vi have been summoned to a Council Meeting. They need you there right away to discuss what’s happened with Stillwater.” They say, making Caitlyn sigh.

“Thank you, we’ll head there now. If there’s anything needed, please send a Pneuma Tube as soon as possible.” Caitlyn informs them.

“Yes, ma’am.” They nod and walk away. Vi stares at Caitlyn a bit longer before turning on her heel and heading to the Councilor’s Building. ‘I just want to sleep. Fuck, they better not make me angry because my fuse is non-fucking-existent right now.’ She grumbles to herself. The sound of Caitlyn’s heels behind her only irritates her more, and she has to take a calming breath. Vi made sure to stay ahead of her, not wanting to welcome any more conversation with the insufferable woman right now. She needed to prepare herself for whatever is going to happen in this meeting. They would immediately pin it on her sister and she would be needing all the strength she has to keep herself as calm as possible.

Thankfully, as she walks through the streets no one is talking about the explosion anymore. The dockworker over there had seen what happened and ran to tell people before he could be stopped. That’s most likely why the Council Meeting is taking place now and not later this evening like usual. Vi has no issues getting into the building since she’s been coming here for months now. She knew everyone on a first-name basis and even knew some of their problems at home. If there was one weapon Vi always had on her, it was her charisma. If she really wanted to, she could learn so many secrets from the staff and Councilors themselves. They wouldn’t even realize it. Without a pause, Vi walks into the Council Room, and her gaze wanders around the room to see who’s already there. The Councilors in the room are seated with only a couple missing, not that she cares. Vi nearly stumbles mid-step when she sees Y/n grinning at her from next to Jayce! She couldn’t help grinning back, feeling her annoyance vanish at the sight of such a beautiful smile.

You’re on your feet before you can even think about it, swiftly crossing over to Vi and embracing her in a much-needed hug. You can see the exhaustion on her face, and it makes you wonder how long she’s been awake. From the subtle way Vi relaxes into your arms, a soft exhale of relief leaving her lips, you know it’s been a few days. Her being in your arms made the rage in your mind quiet, even if it would be just for a moment, you relished in the much-needed peace.

“It’s nice to see you again, Vi.” You say formally, stepping out of the embrace to clasp your hands in front of you. Vi examines you for a moment before nodding.

“It’s nice to see you again, Y/n. Although, I wasn’t expecting you to be here?” Vi tilts her head. You could see another question behind her eyes but you only give her a soft smile. She’d probably pull you aside later to question if you had anything to do with what happened to Stillwater.

“I was asked to come for my expertise.” You shrug, eyes shining mischievously, “I was visiting my friend Viktor when Jayce came by to collect him.”

“Heiress Pyre.” Caitlyn greets you from behind Vi, walking in with two other people you assume to be the missing Councilors, “You’re joining us today?” Her voice goes up slightly in pitch, surprise on her face.

“Yes.” You nod, hearing Viktor call you, “If you’ll excuse me? We can talk afterwards.” You meet Vi’s eyes and she nods. You flash her a smile and return to your seat with Viktor, getting a curious look from Jayce in the process. ‘That’s right. The majority of these people don’t know my history with Vi. I doubt Mel would have mentioned that to Jayce or anyone else.’ True to your guess, the other two people who walked in took the empty Councilor seats. You can’t identify them at first look, but you’re sure their names will be mentioned at some point throughout the meeting. Vi and Caitlyn take their seats behind Councilor Kiramman and the room goes quiet. You can see Caitlyn give you a strained look, her tense shoulders showing you that she was uncomfortable with your presence.

“Now that everyone is here, the meeting can go ahead and begin.” Jayce stands, calling attention to himself, “Around 3:12 am, two Enforcers were witnesses to the explosion that happened at Stillwater Hold. Instead of me giving a retelling, I’ll have one of the key witnesses give a first-hand account. That witness just so happens to be our very own Vi.” He motions to her. You raise an eyebrow and turn your attention towards Vi who seems like she’s used to Jayce’s antics. She stands, her posture straight and confident showing that she wasn’t intimidated by the Council. You’re amused to note that her hands are even tucked into the pockets of her Enforcer uniform, further showing that she’s not bothered in the slightest.

“I wasn’t scheduled to be on patrol last night but I switched out with someone since I couldn’t sleep. I thought I might as well do something useful, so I did my usual rounds before stationing myself at pillar twenty-six to observe the water. As usual, one of the newer recruits came by to greet me once he learned that I was on duty. We talked while observing the water as a way to pass the time. During the conversation, a thick fog rolled in and obstructed my view of the building. With the weather being the way it was, that didn’t ring any alarms for me. It was shortly after that I heard a loud screeching in the air.”

“A loud screeching?” Councilor Kiramman asks.

“Yes. I thought it was a bird call at first, but I’ll be honest and say that it made me nervous. It didn’t sound like any bird I’ve heard before.”

“Was the recruit with you scared by it?” Councilor Shoola inquires.

“Yes. He was scared by it, so it made me more alert. But, since we couldn’t see anything through the fog there was nothing we could do to investigate it.” There’s a silence for any further questions before Vi continues speaking, “I’m not sure how much time passed after the screeching noise but the explosion came shortly after that. I heard it before I could see it, but once the fog was cleared I could see the smoke with no issue.”

“And this smoke… it was colored?” One of the unknown Councilors speaks up.

“Yes, Councilor Dawlit.” Vi nods, “Various colors that stood out against the night sky. You couldn’t miss them. Not only that but from my position you can clearly see that Stillwater was gone.”

“Are you telling us everything?” The other Councilor arches a brow.

“Councilor Kippern.” Jayce frowns.

“No, it’s alright.” Vi shrugs, “I was going to get to the interesting part. I could hear more explosions after that, but they were significantly quieter. The interesting part was that fireworks were going off. I couldn’t hear them but I could see them.”

“Fireworks?” Jayce blinks, “Why would there be fireworks?”

“A loud statement, perhaps.” Mel drawls, “Or a celebration. Whatever their reason for blowing up the prison was, it must have required them.”

“It has to be Jinx.” Councilor Kiramman says firmly, “She’s the only one who has been caught using colored explosives.”

“What did you find on the scene, Sheriff?” Jayce directs the conversation to Caitlyn. Vi sits down and crosses her legs while Caitlyn stands up.

“Before we could even get to the prison, we had an… obstacle in the way. We found the Warden of Stillwater - Mateo Hill - hanging from some poles on the dock while unconscious and horribly injured. It took three squads to get him down without aggravating any of his injuries. This was our first clue as to the explosion being caused by Jinx as her monkey symbol was drawn on his back.” Caitlyn starts handing out photos to everyone, narrowing her eyes at you briefly before taking her position, “The water was filled with debris the closer we got to the island, so we had to be very careful. When we managed to get to Stillwater Hold… the whole building had been blown apart and what was left of it collapsed to dust. We grappled down into the hole and it was a gruesome sight. As we searched for survivors, we found multiple body parts…” She gives a full report, pointing out specific pictures as she talks. You couldn’t help but feel extremely smug seeing the wreckage. None of the people had been alive when it blew up, but they didn’t know that. The disgust and outrage from all of the Councilors had you interested in what they said. You could tell who didn’t really care for the supposed deaths and who was genuinely upset.

“Viktor, you’ve seen Undercity tech. Do you have any idea what kind of explosive would have been needed for this? How Jinx would’ve made it?” Jayce asks, drawing attention to the two of you as you’ve been quietly conversing over the images.

“From the pictures, it’s hard to say. Zaun has access to a plethora of materials Piltover has no idea of. She could have used any number of them to create a bomb for this. From some of the marks on the stone, it looks like there was some kind of corrosive chemical in it. It must’ve eaten away at the foundation before it was detonated.” Viktor explains, “But, this is clearly the work of multiple explosives. Even one strategically placed wouldn’t have brought the whole building down.”

“So, she couldn’t have done this alone.” Councilor Ferros points out, making the Brackern’s anger flair up, “That’s a lot for one person to do in a highly secured prison.”

“Do we have any inside information?” Councilor Shoola taps her fingers on the table, gazing off in thought.

“We don’t know what happened inside the prison and our only witness is currently… incapacitated.” Caitlyn sighs in frustration, forcing you to look down to hide a smile.

“What are Mr.Hill’s injuries?” Jayce frowns. ‘Oh, I have to see Vi’s face for this. I don’t even know about his injuries. Jinx and I weren’t exactly gentle.’ You look up and pointedly wait until you make eye contact with Vi. She gives you a questioning look, her head tilting and making a strand of hair fall into her face. Your heart flutters in your chest at the image she’s giving off. Her being in an Enforcer’s uniform irks you, but the image of Vi in a uniform makes you squeeze your legs together? ‘Did my heart just skip a beat? What am I doing?’ You force your legs to relax.

“-list of injuries from the ICU. Starting at the top of his body and working our way down - basilar cranial fracturing, concussion, broken jawbone, heavy facial bruising, fractured collarbone, multiple bruises along the upper body, broken ribs and rope burns from being tied up. As a result of heavy handling, the broken bones have shifted and will need to be reset before he’s given a Healing Tonic.” Caitlyn hands out the signed doctor’s report and it gets passed around the table. You’re unable to see Vi’s expression because you’re immediately pulled into a conversation with Mel.

“Y/n.” Mel addresses you, “Do you have any idea if there are people working with Jinx? I’m sure you’ve heard or seen things since you live in the Undercity.” All eyes turn to you and you clear your throat, slowly standing up as you formulate a story.

“Those of us in the Undercity tend to stay far away from Jinx. She’s volatile and unpredictable.” You frown and cross your arms over your chest, “But, I’ve heard whispers about Jinx getting close with one of the newer gangs - The Furies. From what I heard, their leader is just as unpredictable as Jinx is. I don’t get involved in gang business, especially when the rumors around said gang is appalling.”

They continued to ask you questions and you answered them with incomplete truths. You were careful to leave out specific details and give vague ones if necessary. Vi’s lips twitched into a smile as she picked up on what you were doing. Caitlyn didn’t take her eyes off of you the whole time and you disregarded her. The Councilors ended up in a deep debate on what to do about Jinx and what to say about Stillwater. You did your best to steer them toward an option that works in your favor. Throughout the meeting, you learn that Councilor Ferros is someone you need to look out for. But, the most interesting thing was how Mel and Councilor Shoola tried to go for more tamer options.

“It has been decided. We will set up regular patrols within the city to keep an eye out for Jinx. Thankfully, it shouldn’t be too difficult to spot someone with red hair.” Jayce sighs, making you blink. Vi signals you from across the room, running a hand through her hair as she repositions herself. ‘She’s the one who gave them her description?!’ You bite your tongue, holding in a snicker. You feel Viktor kick your ankle and you give him a look. He motions to your hands and you glance down to see your claws glitter back at you. A flash of panic goes through you and you force them to change back. ‘Shit, I really need to talk to Iesura and Umbra after this. If they’re that angry that I’m reacting without realizing it, this must be very serious.’

“-official statement that Stillwater Hold had an unfortunate accident where a gas line exploded. The discovery of Mr.Hill will not be disclosed, and the dock worker is already under strict obligation to remain silent on it. If we tell the people about Jinx, it’ll only freak them out. Thankfully, the only other people that know are within this room.” Councilor Kiramman concludes the meeting, going over the final notes and tying up any loose ends. The moment the Council is dismissed, Vi is out of her chair and coming over to you.

“Thank you for coming to the meeting.” Jayce says to you, shaking your hand, “Your perspective as someone living in Zaun has been invaluable.” You try not to wrinkle your nose at his sweaty hand.

“I’m glad I could be of some help.” You smile, subtly wiping your hand on the back of your thigh. Vi brushes past Jayce, getting a slight glare from the man at her disrespectful actions.

“You’ve got a second to talk, Y/n?” Vi asks you.

“Of course, I do.” You nod, a soft smile on your face. You hear the clicking of heels and glance to the side to see Mel approaching with Caitlyn right behind her.

“Actually, I was hoping to speak with you. I planned on sending a missive today, but I’d prefer to do it now since you’re here.” Mel states before glancing between you and Vi, “If you have a moment to spare, that is?” She gives you a sly smile. ‘Speak with me? About what?’ You puzzle. The only thing you can think of would involve House business.

“Yes.” You clear your throat, feeling your cheeks warm, “I do. Where would you like to have this meeting?”

“Why not the Visitor’s Hall?” Vi offers, cutting Caitlyn off before she can speak, “I can stand guard, just in case.” You smile at that. You can see in Vi’s piercing eyes that she doesn’t want to let you out of her sight.

“Perfect.” Mel agrees, motioning to the door, “Shall we?” You hold up a hand and turn to Viktor.

“If you’re heading back before I’m done, can you let my brother know that I’ll be there soon?” You ask Viktor, watching him nod.

“Don’t worry. Sky and I will keep him busy until you return.” Viktor chuckles, “I have a few things to show him that I could use his help on.”

“Great!” You grin, turning back to Mel, “Let’s go.” You and Mel are escorted by Vi to the Visitor’s Hall which is more of a very large room. There’s a bar with an assortment of drinks and finger food and a few couches to sit on. Vi tells you that she’ll wait outside until you’re done talking, and that makes you feel relaxed. ‘Although, the reason she’s waiting is so she can grill me about Stillwater. It’s still nice to have her close to me.’

“So, Mel, what can I do for you?” You take a seat across from the woman. Mel shifts in her seat, glancing down at her hands before sighing.

“I’m afraid that I don’t have as great of an influence on the Council as I once did.” Mel says out of the gate, shocking you, “With the others dead, Cassandra now holds seniority and the most sway. I am not of Piltoven blood, so that already limited my position… but now the newer elected members all hold very similar views to her.”

“Mel… I- Why are you telling me this?” You stutter, caught off-guard by her sudden openness.

“Our families are Battle-bonded so I figured…” Mel trails off, taking a sip of some water she had grabbed on your way in. ‘Oh.’ You blink. ‘Mel… wanted someone to confide in? This is a large difference from the woman I met the other night.’ You observe her.

“It would be nice to have a confidant you can trust not to expose you?”

“Exactly.” Mel sighs, “I’ve taken steps to ensure my place on the Council, to build myself up, but at the end of the day I’m still under Cassandra’s thumb.”

“Pardon me for asking but… what about Jayce? Or Councilor Shoola?” You tilt your head.

“Jayce?” Mel laughs, “Oh, no. Jayce is too easy to manipulate. He’d be spilling all of my secrets to the right person and I can’t have that. And, Shoola? Well, she’s a woman with her own secrets. We’re soft friends, but nowhere close enough for this.” You nod and let her continue talking. Mel ends up rambling to you about everything. The sweet, delicate melody of her soul filled the room as she talked, and it made you misty-eyed. Not only was she telling you the truth, but she genuinely felt comfortable doing so. She had been holding so much in that the first sign of someone she could truly trust… she broke. Mel told you about her mother, her exile, how she became a Councilor, how she manipulated another Councilor to solidify her spot, and - what makes you choke on your water - how she felt horrible for what’s happening with Vi.

“Ex-cuse- Me.” You cough, fighting to not inhale the water in your mouth. It takes a bit longer than you’d like, but Mel’s patient with you.

“What do you mean by that? What’s going on with Vi?” You question, eyes widening as you do.

“She’s stuck with the Kirammans. I tried to get her transferred to me after I noticed that she was exhausted all the time, but I was turned down.” Mel frowns, “I’m afraid that Cassandra might be working her too hard and you seem very close to her, so I thought I’d mention it to you. Maybe visiting her one evening might help her relax? From the few times I’ve seen you two interact, you’re very relaxed in her presence.” She states, watching as you look down at your wrist. Your ice cream tattoo smiles up at you.

“Now that I know she’s okay… I just might.” You flash her a smile, “Is that all you wished to talk about?”

“Yes, sorry.” Mel chuckles, playing with her fingers, “I didn’t mean to ramble like that to you.”

“Don’t worry. House confidentiality.” You grasp her forearm tightly, “I appreciate you trusting me with this.” You really did. You expected it to take much longer, but you could see the loneliness in Mel’s soul. Although a successful adult, her soul song spoke of a young girl who desired nothing more than to be loved and recognized. You’re touched to hear a happier note to it, now that she has confided in you.

“Thank you for listening.” Mel gives you a very soft smile, her eyes shining with unshed tears, “I’ll send Vi in when I leave. I hope we can converse again soon.” You liked the sound of that. You were glad that you didn’t doubt your uncle. You would have felt ashamed if you had doubted him at first.

“Likewise.” You nod, watching as she stands, “It was wonderful to get to know you.” Mel gives you another smile before schooling her features and heading out of the room. A minute passes and you wait for Vi to enter. When the door opens, you turn to it with a bright smile only to scowl when you see Caitlyn come storming in.

“I don’t know what reason you have for being here, but you’re not welcome!” Caitlyn snaps, “Leave before I tell them who you are!”

“Caitlyn.” You chuckle, standing up from the couch to approach her, “Did you forget how easy it was for Jinx to kidnap you? Now think of how easy it will be for me to sneak into your room and kill you.” You whisper into her ear, glancing at her terrified face with a smirk. You shove past her and head for the door, intending on finding Vi. She wouldn’t have let Caitlyn in here if she wasn’t busy with something.

“You can’t threaten me!” Caitlyn calls from behind you. You pause and turn to her, your eyes glowing as you do.

“No, Sheriff. You can’t threaten me.” You smile darkly, “Have a fun time cleaning up Stillwater or what’s left of it anyway.” With a wave, you open the door and step out to see Vi in a conversation with Cassandra Kiramman herself. ‘Hm, so that’s why she let Caitlyn in.’ You put a smile on your face as you approach and the sound of your boots gets their attention.

“Heiress Pyre.” Councilor Kiramman greets you, “I hope you don’t mind me having a word with Vi.”

“Councilor.” You nod, “I don’t mind, but I’m afraid I need Vi to show me the way back to Jayce’s workshop. I have a feeling I’ll get lost trying to head there on my own.” You give a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of your neck for emphasis.

“Of course, we wouldn’t want that.” Councilor Kiramman clears her throat, “Get her there safely.” She sternly addresses Vi and you hear Caitlyn come out of the room. Your fingers twitch at her treatment of Vi, and you take a deep breath. Vi doesn’t bother responding, only giving a nod before holding out her arm to you. You take it and the two of you immediately begin walking down the hall. Your body starts thrumming with energy at the physical contact and it startles you, so you decide to distract yourself.

“If you’re wondering about Stillwater… Yes. It was us.” You say casually, using your magic to create a privacy ward, “No one can hear what we’re talking about by the way. Whoever walks by will only hear us talking about something else.”

“Then, why?” Vi glances at you, “Why would you do that? I know that group you were talking about is yours. They may not understand but I do.”

“Short answer. You. They hurt you. Long answer. It was time for our people who were unjustly imprisoned to be set free.”

“…Why didn’t you kill the Warden, then?” You can hear the strain of her holding back the anger in her voice, “From how extensive his injuries were, you held back from killing him.”

“Killing him is your right.” You state firmly, making Vi halt in the middle of the stairs, “Jinx and I agreed on that before we got there. We’re not taking that from you.” A dark look appears in Vi’s eyes as she holds your gaze. You search for an indication of what she’s thinking, but you can’t tell what it is. ‘She must be feeling a lot of emotions right now.’ Vi exhales, closing her eyes and shaking her head to clear her thoughts.

“That’s...” She struggles to speak, walking down the stairs as she thinks, “not what I want.” You hold in a scoff, not wanting to upset her.

“Well, the option is there.” You shrug, “If you decide that’s what you want.” The conversation falls silent as you both think about Vi’s decision. You were a bit frustrated to hear her say that because you knew she wanted to. ‘Why is she running from herself?’ You furrow your brow. Something about Vi had felt off since she returned home, but you haven’t been able to put a finger on it.

“Will I see you again? Outside of all this mess.” Vi asks as you stop outside of the building, “I… would like to.” The two of you turn to face each other, and you grab her hands in yours.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Violet?” You question teasingly, but you’re actually surprised.

“Yeah, I am.” Vi tugs you closer, “I miss you and I want to take you on a date.”

“Tomorrow, then.” You grin, your heart fluttering, “Meet me at the bridge. 9 am. We can decide where to go from there.”

“Ah, I- You know what? I’ll be there.” Vi grins, “9 am, sharp.”

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What kind of parents are Jewel and Bark?

If you don't mind, I'm cramming Bean into this question too. He lives with Bark and Jewel even after they have Patience, and is a blend between her uncle and her second dad, as Bark and Jewel jokingly call him. (Gee, Patience, who let you have two dads and a mom? AND three extremely chaotic but kickass mentors later on? Someone's clearly the favorite fankid. 🙄😂)

Oops I'm adding a Read More because this got LONG LMAO.

Bark and Jewel ADORE Patience so much. To give an example, remember how I've said in my fic verse Team Hooligan teams up with Mina to form the band Mina and the Hooligans? The fans of the band used to joke all of Bark's songs were about Jewel, but after Patience was born it turned into "flip a coin to determine if this song by Bark is about Jewel or Patience". 😂

They're a little overprotective, in fact the only parent worse than them is Shadow (very understandably so, considering that whole story!) Bark's worse than Jewel by a pretty wide margin. He trusts Patience with less people, and is far more hesitant to leave her by herself once she's older.

But they don't totally shelter the kid either. Even though it did make them very nervous, they agreed to Patience being mentored by my OCs Team Cerberus, and them taking her out of the country occasionally so she could learn hands on on real archaeological dig sites.

Partially due to Bark's childhood but mostly because that's who they are, Bark and Jewel meet Patience's interests with full encouragement and enthusiasm. They have no desire to force Patience into a particular career path. Occasionally people will ask if she's going to be a musician like her dad, or if Jewel's expecting her to take over the Mineral Museum and/or the Restoration so she can retire, but they shut down those questions instantly. They only want Patience to be happy and successful in her endeavors. They do worry sometimes their daughter's interest in archaeology will fade, and she'll feel like she has to continue with her apprenticeship, but Team Cerberus has reassured them that if Patience shows signs of wanting out, they can put a stop to the whole thing and she'll be free to find what she wants next.

Now, as for Bean, occasionally people ask Bark and Jewel if they want Bean to move out, so it can just be "their family" all living together. Bark usually refuses to give the remarks a response aside from a threatening glare, while Jewel usually just lets out a snort and asks "Why the hell would we ever want a stupid thing like that?"

Patience inherited Bean's unwavering loyalty to Bark. Bean would die for her, kill for her, and/or hide bodies for her. He ADORES that kid to death.

And he's amazingly really good with her. When she was a baby, if she cried during the night sometimes he'd beat Bark or Jewel to her, and then he'd send the parent back to bed with a "I got it." He quickly becomes Bark and Jewel's first choice for babysitter (which they, even Bark, were stunned by this development!). He can't be trusted with the other kids because he'll goof off with them (especially Rosella, things would get so explodey so fast!!!), But looking after Patience he actually takes seriously.

Bean strongly disagrees with them overprotecting Patience so much, but since she's their kid and he's just the uncle he doesn't argue with them directly. But when they're away, and he's in charge, he bends the rules a bit for her, as a treat. Let's her stay up a little later, shows her a movie or TV show they don't think she's ready for but he does, teaches her how to start fires and light explosives safely... (He got into trouble for that one when Bark and Jewel found out, LOL)

If Patience gets kidnapped, or disappears with the other kids to cause problems, you'd get a tamer reaction swinging a bat into a hornet's nest. Jewel, Bark, and Bean flip shit when they find out, the former contacting the other involved parents while the latter two get Fang and take off to go get her. This gets worse when she becomes Team Cerberus's apprentice, because they will also rise up to go fuck shit up if she disappears. (And trust me when I say angry Team Cerberus and angry Team Hooligan is a BAD combo to have coming for your ass LOL) The kids view Patience as a liability sometimes because of this. If her parents realize she's gone, everyone quickly realizes that ALL the kids are gone, and things snowball fast. But Maria has the same problem with Shadow, so they never kick Patience out. They just move faster (which causes them to get reckless, botch something, and make everything worse lol)

#jewel the beetle #bark the polar bear #jerk #bugbear #bean the dynamite #lea's ocs #patience the bugbear #team cerberus

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question, what are your thoughts on the divorce meeting? do you think john was really about ending the Beatles right then and there. do you think paul took him too seriously? I’m just curious because as far as i know, geo and ringo weren’t as fazed by his statement as paul was. but i mean he clearly asked for a divorce so i also get why paul took it to heart? but then john says in the st. Regis hotel interview that paul taking them to court to end the partnership is stupid just because he asked for a divorce? like whats the truth did he want to end the group or didn’t he?? any who hope your well!

I think my answer here is, like with a lot of things in Beatles history, a bit of both. That is, I think John was very conflicted about being a Beatle by September 1969 and he meant it, in some capacity, when he said he wanted out. It wasn’t purely some power play. Something had clearly gone wrong for him and he desperately needed to change the status quo. However, I also believe that he did not envision or want the catastrophic explosion that became the Beatles breakup, did not understand or truly desire the finality that the divorce entailed, and regretted the breakup off and on throughout the 70s.

Re: George and Ringo, I don’t think we can we take the fact that they didn’t run away to Scotland and fall into a deep depression as evidence that they didn’t take John’s announcement seriously. There’s a reason John wasn’t present at those last two sessions in January 1970, and George jokingly remarks upon this on take 16 of I Me Mine: “You all will have read that Dave Dee is no longer with us. But Mickey and Tich and I would just like to carry on the good work that’s always gone down in [studio] number two.” Paul also has that Anthology quote where he said that George, Ringo, and him would call each other during those first few months discussing whether or not John really meant it. I’m dubious about the timeline there considering Paul was already saying “the Beatles thing is over” in November 1969, but I can get behind the idea that they weren’t sure if John meant it at first. But I do think George and Ringo still thought that things could be resolved by the time that Paul had decided it was over.

And that, I think, is the key thing that no one expected: Paul gave up. Whether or not John sent mixed signals to the press was irrelevant. From the perspective of Paul McCartney, the Beatles were over and he restructured his entire life around that fact. John Lennon meant it when he said he wanted a divorce, but I do not think he intended or even understood the finality of that demand, hence “Because I asked for a divorce? That's a childish reason for going into court, isn't it?” And in that way, the dream was over for Paul before it was for John.

#my thoughts #my asks

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the fascinating narrative or case study or what have you i’ve got going on (it’s neither lol, it’s that i’m litchreally just out here, [Life, Existing] style) like me nowadays around an adult liable to have angry outbursts abt anything at any time, wherein i already have Experience from birth to almost twenty-two w/a parent who’d do that....like ah once again you have to at best mitigate situations involving this grown person’s emotions, but this time with handy differences of like, sure when i was born they were already older than i was now but i’m also a grown person, this person doesn’t tend to focus their outbursts directly at any potentially involved people ever (however, it is often just about concepts / experiences not involving any specific people anyways) & as such nobody is Demanded to directly interact w/their whole situation in turn, & that also of course i don’t have a personal relationship with this person, they are not my parent.......the like Data Points for my specific situation like. doesn’t really feel that different re: “well, if i’m interacting w/the situation at all, it may as well be this force of nature that you can’t expect to change b/c it’s another person’s unchanging response to their internal experiences which is smthing you obviously can’t control” but wherein it’s like well at least when you’re older & dealing w/some shit you have more tools at your disposal for it than when you’re like, 5, or any younger age than you are now. and it is obviously still a distressing experience to be Around the random regular outbursts, but not Having to directly interact w/any or all of them is like, well, when i wake up to that in a vulnerable marinade of anxiety, it’s been Practice for in that state reminding myself like okay you’re shit at processing things rn b/c you Just woke up, but process that you’ll be better at it when you’re more awake / this will be somewhat less hellish / these are your Vulnerable [aaaaa] Feeling times so it’s amplified but this won’t be the default always.....[aaaaa] when fully awake / firing on all cylinders is still shitty & generally distressing, but Less So, and Knowing this & like patting myself on the back while i’m in the shittier, more distressing [half awake & suffering through this] zone doesn’t improve things all the way to that superior state, but it sure doesn’t hurt.......getting in practice sometimes diving into greater Proximity with the shitstorm to extricate cats from the situation for example, and/or if it’s really escalating & seems to be born of some practical issue i can go in as like The Adult lmfao just as matter of factly as possible be like okay so what’s the issue, see if i can help (& handily often Initiating An Exchange / getting responses seems to make this person dial it back, re: whatever’s going on where they don’t tend to yell directly At people (the direct approach for people is usually also a shit ton of Passive aggression, not helpful, but not yelling)) like i’m not gonna be the actual parent here lol nor try to manage any & all these explosions or walk them through the Emotional matter, b/c that’d be a therapist thing & i’m not that, & in turn this isn’t even jokingly like oh free exposure therapy for me lol it’s basically Never what that is, it’s fundamentally different to be a spontaneous uncontrolled situation w/no therapist involved....but i Am wringing what i can from it lol like well, these are experiences, i’m getting in practice.............and also the emphasis on the Matter Of Factness like. trying to keep it practical & as emotionally detached as possible on my end for my own sake, even in terms of like warmth lmfao like that may Appease but again for my own sake i may as well also practice my “i need to be ‘meaner’” approach lmao when it comes to like, less people pleasing, less masking (which is also people pleasing / appeasing, but just more specific lol like accommodating nt people in anticipation & attempted avoidance of their hostility towards your being nd, vs accommodating anyone & their hostility towards your anything).......may wrangle a matter of Practical Help to mitigate the situation but that’s about it, in fact like of course knowing from all the prior experience that at best your actual emotions are irrelevant & your assumed / made up emotions are fuel for the fire or what have you & thus trying to manage some detachment is a strategy, but only confirmation here like “oh well technically i haven’t Tried communicating How I Feel, Btw” lmfao but. confirmed anyways eventually when i was Not trying to communicate anything or make an emotional appeal, simply Visibly Upset (stress crying time) while engaging in a [practical mitigation efforts] manner was met with Sympathy in the moment, only for Everything Overall to stay the same and, in the aftermath for a bit, more relevant elements of things to actually markedly worsen specifically Because of the Awareness that i was upset by xyz, despite the theoretical sympathy.........so yeah the like intermediate difficulty survival horror game continual exposure sucks obviously lmfao but while i’m here. observations & notes

#glad i don't have a personal connection at play here lol does simplify things even if you can hypothetically leverage one #by which i mean like. idk if that connection is at all a motivation then someone involved can theoretically create boundaries but like #then you'd need to have enough control of your situation in the first place to be able to reliably singlehandedly maintain those boundaries #and that still requires enough of a degree of flexibility from the other parties which may or may not be present / willingly provided....#we are all individual people in individual situations out here but sure can be some overlap / similarities in experiences #posted while i'm monitoring the situation lol like when will there be little enough activity from the relevant party for me to exit the room

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Look who just woke up- is that NATASHA LIU-BORDIZZO? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s SABINE WREN from STAR WARS: REBELS. I heard they are 28 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, they still give off a LEAVING SPRAY PAINTED ITEMS AROUND THE SHIP FOR THE CREW, ACTING TOUGH SO NOBODY CAN SEE HOW BROKEN SHE TRULY IS, ALWAYS KEEPING EXPLOSIVES AROUND TO THROW AT THE BAD GUYS, STRUGGLING FOR A LONG TIME TO ADMIT THAT HER FAMILY FAILED HER, PICKS UP ON LANGUAGES QUICKLY IN ORDER TO INTERACT WITH THE PEOPLE SHE HELPS impression. In Sydney, they are working as a ARTIST. They’re known to be quite CARING & SELFLESS, but have a tendency to be CLOSED-OFF & SASSY on their bad days.

Gender/Pronouns : Cis-Female and she/her

How long have they been in Sydney : Sabine has been in Sydney for about 4 years now in real time, but all her life in fake life.

Which suburb do they live in?: She lives in Kings Cross!

Personality description (in your own words): When you first meet Sabine, she can be rough around the edges, it would take her a good while before she actually trusted someone after what her parents did, but once that had been resolved, through her healing process, she has become a tiny bit more open to people around her, that however, didn’t stop her from being rough with someone, jokingly teasing them or something, but that usually meant that she cares. What most people don’t expect at first glance is how genuinely kind and good she is, she’s selfless alongside the rest of the rebel crew and is happy to offer a helping hand especially when they were going up against the Empire, she even admitted that she had left her family in order to protect them after everything. Once she cares about someone, it’s for life.

Memories of their real life: Born and Raised in both Mandalore and Krownest, Sabine belonged to Clan Wren, her mother, Ursa and father, Alrich were a part of House Vizla as well so growing up, she watched her mother and father fight for their home and clan, so naturally with how inspired she was, she went on to join the Imperial Academy in order to help out, whilst completely unaware of how truly bad the Empire was at that time. Her main job there was creating and building weapons, one of them being ‘The Duchess’ which turned anyone that wore Mandalorian Armor into dust, at that time however, she didn’t know that the Empire would test it out and use it as a threat for her people, so once she did find out about those said plans, she sabotaged them and destroyed the original machine so that they couldn’t use it to hurt anyone she knew or loved. (This comes back to bite her later, but it works out). After leaving the Academy, she had hoped that her family would be on her side, but they chose the Empire and emotionally destroyed her world so, she left and ended up working as a bounty hunter for some time with someone she would later on consider as a sister. History can repeat itself though because one disastrous situation separated the two and her ‘sister’ was fine with leaving Sabine for dead, so throughout that brief time of survival, she met Hera, Kanan, and Zeb, and joined them on the Ghost, with Ezra coming to join them shortly after. Throughout their adventures, Sabine went undercover, fought the Empire alongside her found family, obtained and learned how to sword fight with a powerful Mandalorian weapon called the Darksaber, and even managed to reconcile with her family. After all of that chaos, during a fight with the Empire in order to get them out of Ezra’s home planet Lothal, she helped cause a distraction for Ezra to escape from their group and meet alone with Thrawn, unfortunately, that same meeting ended with Ezra essentially sacrificing himself alongside Thrawn where they are now in the unknown regions of space, so with a statement that Ezra had told her prior to his sacrifice and said again in a hologram he had pre-recorded, Sabine took it to heart and at first, watched over his home planet, but later, went on to try and locate him alongside Ahsoka, in the hopes of bringing him home.

What was their fake life like : TBD

Optional, please pick at least three and interpret them however you wish ::

Label: The Broken Bird

Theme Song: Healing by Fletcher

Personality Type: ISFP

#thebridge: intro

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly.

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches.

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.”

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest.

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement.

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room.

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you.

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up.

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently.

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric?

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends.

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back.

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.”

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school.

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High.

Cut all ties now. You have two days.

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon.

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.”

“It’s none of your business, Zara.”

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders.

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym.

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle.

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left.

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand.

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning.

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door.

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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lyndmilaa · 3 years

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- “i don’t like coffee”

Pairing : irl!Dream x gn!Reader

Summary : Being a petty minimum wage employee at Starbucks, you needed a regular customer to be your entertainment.

Tags : One-Shot “Slow-burn”, Strangers(?) to Lovers, 100% Fluff, drabble, sarcastic!

// i have the biggest writers block ever

Usually you had patience with customers, you never judge their orders and you even take the long road to learn how to spell their names.

“Dream!”

Watching your favorite regular walk up to grab his drink, you watched a large frown appear on his face.

“Who is ‘dre-ee-yem’?” The customer asked, pointing to the obviously misspelled name on his cup.

Rolling your eyes him, you point at his drink. “The loser who gets iced water at a Starbucks.” You said, trying to contain your smile. “Not even a tea, not even a refresher, a lemonade… iced water.”

Dream scoffed at put his water back down on the counter. “I think you made my drink wrong.”

“It’s literally water. With ice.”

Turning away from the counter, Dream refused to look at all of the hard work you put into his free, beautiful, delicious, iced water.

Usually, you were amazing with customers. You received tips and were always complimented by your patience and hard work.

But, when it comes to Dream…

(Or Dre-ee-yem.)

You couldn’t help but bully him a little. He literally orders water at a coffee shop, while hating coffee. Who uses the free Wi-Fi in a coffee shop, and hates coffee?! Who drinks only water at a coffee shop?!

This was an entertaining show for your other regulars and your co-workers. Everyone knew that once Dream walked in while you were on the clock, it was basically Live TV.

“You made it wrong. There’s too much ice.”

“I’m sorry. Would you like a free black coffee to make up for your bad experience?”

After a minute of bickering, Dream finally takes a seat with his (stupid) water and starts typing up a storm. Maybe he liked the coffee shop feel, but his taste buds couldn’t align with his feelings.

Back to working, you smiled at customers and watched the time go by. Dream was normally out of Starbucks before you clocked out, but he was staying much longer than you expected.

You couldn't help but look over at him every now and then, wanting to see what he was doing with that free drink. His eyes were glued to his screen, his hands were typing like there was no tomorrow. The faint sounds of his fingers hitting the keys of his laptop were present while you worked.

"Dream."

The sound of his name being called made him flinch, his head towards the counter. His regular order of iced water in a Starbucks cup was sitting there waiting for him.

"You spelled it right this time."

Letting out a smile, you roll your eyes playfully. "How could I not? Your eyes scream tired, what if spelling your name wrong leads to a stress explosion?" You asked jokingly.

Dream takes cup off the counter and takes a sip before replying to you. "How could I do that to my favorite worker? No one knows my usual more than you." He jokes back. The customer walks back to his spot and gets back to work right away.

"See you tomorrow."

"Looking forward to tomorrow already, Dream."

The next day came by, you weren't exactly waiting for Dream, but you just knew when he'd usually come in. Though today, Dream didn't come by to get his usual. Nor the next day. You didn't see Dream for a long time.

The Starbucks was still running the same, and you still had your other regulars. Though, it was much more quiet without the five minutes of messing around with Dream. Your customer service face was on without a break, and you missed your little play time during work.

You missed Dream.

(Or Dre-ee-yem)

Maybe you shouldn't say you missed a complete stranger, you didn't know Dream once he walked out of the Starbucks. He wasn't really someone you could form a real opinion on, because you didn't really know him.

But, you missed him.

"Starbucks worker?"

You were at your local grocery, getting what you'd normally get. It was already late into the evening already, you were just grabbing some stuff after your long shift at Starbucks. Hearing a familiar voice, you were surprised to see Dream in front of you.

"Dream." You said smiling at him. "I haven't seen you in a while."

The boy let out a long sigh. The two of you were standing in the middle of the fruits section of the store, a different setting from your workplace. It was much more casual. "Someone saw me at Starbucks, and they've been buying me coffee ever since." He said sighing again. "I convinced them that it wasn't me, so I'm avoiding Starbucks."

You let out a soft chuckle. "Oh, if they knew how you were with coffee." You joked.

Maybe it was because Dream ran out of words to say, but there was a short silence between you two.

“Um… Are you heading out?” Dream asked. “I’m finished here.”

Nodding your head, the two of you walked to the self-checkout. The stranger silence. You didn’t know Dream well enough for you start conversations out of thin air.

Awkwardly, Dream hands you his phone. “Can we … talk again?” He said scratching the back of his head. “Preferably when you’re not working.” Dream added.

Your face flushed in embarrassment. What were you embarrassed about? Was it the step after being strangers? You blamed your flustered look on Dream’s awkwardness and created a contact on his phone.

“Can I … take you out for a cup of water?”

“Oh my god…”

“You know I don’t drink coffee.”

22:54 ; 072821*

this was a mess lol :3

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just-like-playing-tag · 3 years

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Personal highlights from the fourth chapter of the fanbook!!! You can read the entire chapter translation here :)

Thank you so much @/1000sunnygo for the translation!!!!!!

According to Shirai, one of the reasons why Emma needed to be a girl is because of her so called "soft idealism" in not wanting to kill demons, which (somehow????) could come off as "uncool" or "naïve" to readers if coming from a guy (?????????????). However Shirai also says that “he wished Emma's words were acknowledged even if it came from a male protagonist instead of having the stereotypical expectations of what a man should be like”, which is nice in its own way.

The idea of a demon with no face under the mask, which was used both in chapter 103 and later in chapter 155 for Legravalima's transformation, was inspired by an old note Demizu left on a early draft where she commented on how it would be “creepy if a demon is actually faceless if you remove their mask”.

Sugita comments that Shirai often used to say "I wanna draw another jailbreak!", like dude same 😔😔

Shirai says that the escape from the bunker felt close enough to a new jailbreak, but the sadness of knowing that Yuugo and Lucas would have had to die “overshadowed the joy of being able to draw an escape again.” (╥﹏╥)

Sugita thinks that since most of the adults of the story are selfish and filled with hatred, it was nice having Yuugo and Lucas as adults who were loving and caring towards the kids. I never thought about it that way, but it's actually a very sweet fact. Yuugo, Lucas and grandpa Alex for the best adults awards!!!

Shirai speds time complimenting Sandy's good heart and ability with the younger kids which has me (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Shirai actually addresses the matter of Lucas not having recognized that Minerva's voice in chapter 110 was too young to belong to an adult: he says that there was too much noise for Lucas to suspect the difference.

While Sugita had repeatedly asked Shirai and Demizu to make the series darker, he jokingly says that Andrew's face was overdoing it- Shirai remembers Sugita saying “It's too scary! The children will cry!” pffttttt

Sugita actually had Andrew's face at the end of chapter 110 censored because the original illustration was too gorish (the mangled half of Andrew's face was blurred)

Andrew survived the explosion by doing the opposite of what Yugo and Lucas did: using his subordinates as a shield.

This is such a cool fact yet I feel like I didn't want to know ಥ_ಥ

The initial plan was to have one of the children shoot (and supposedly kill?) Andrew, but “it was more satisfying to let him be eaten after he called the children "food" ”; I actually really like this detail. Shirai also says that thanks to the stray demon, Ray didn't have to become a murderer. Thank goodness! For once Shirai chose the non-traumatic way for Ray XD

The wild demon saying “uh” after eating Andrew is indicative of it gaining human intelligence. Said demon was supposed to reappear in his human form, but that plotline was ~once again~ discarded.

Shirai regrets not having named Andrew Bernard or Bell had him been female, both references to Tinkerbell. I love this!! Wish you had thought about it sooner @Shirai ahah

Vincent calling Norman "James" instead of "boss" in chapter 112 was him just being playful

Hayato "looks as a protagonist", since his design was taken from a resistance leader from a discarded plotline. Shirai's initial intention was to make him cool and serious, but Sugita suggested to make him kind of a fanboy of Emma's group to reflect how amazing they had become.

Sugita (jokingly) says he “used his absolute authority as the editor to make Anna and Ray interact”, since he likes them as a couple

During the serialization, Shirai used to calculate the timing of information release of both the SJ serialization and volume release so that magazine and volume readers could enjoy similar revelation simultaneously. Following that logic, he synchronized Norman's riapparence in the manga and the volume 12 “merry Christmas Vincent” to happen around the same time, which was also when anime season 1 started airing.

THIS Q&A:

Q: Why do Peter’s men wear sunglasses?

A: Because Peter-sama is too dazzling.

Shirai says the symbol on the back of Norman's Minerva cape is the crest of the demons who lived at the hideout. Though I'm not completely sure it was intentional, the choice of having Norman wear the robes of a demon while planning the eradication of demons is... Peculiar, and also kinda ironic.

Peter and Andrew are related!! Andrew too was born from a branch of the Ratri family.

Okay this matter is tricky, but I think it was actually explained how there's demons like Musica and Sonju's horse and the demon pigeons that won't eat human meat. Apparently as of this panel of chapter 103 (which is also one of the few things included in the anime, ahah)-

There's five different species of demons, one of which - fourth column - may have gone extinct. Out of these five species, only one includes humanoid demons, who thus are the only ones who need to eat humans in order to maintain their form.

Also the Demizu note at the end of the chapter is such an highlight:

How he [Shirai] never gives up. Till the last minutes, he keeps adding corrections. I really admire his belief, “I'll surely bring a better result than the last time”. This “I'll bring something better than last time” mentality is a huge thing. Usually, when I make corrections, I feel like maybe it was better the last time. So I always used to think it's best not to mess with my arts too much. But I changed my mind after seeing Shirai sensei. There were times I'd be surprised to receive a text message at 4 am (laughs) It made me worry if he was resting properly.

You have my heart Demizu-san 🥺🥺🥺

#tpn #the promised neverland #I swear one day I'm rereading the whole fanbook and noting down everytime Shirai says something in the lines of #“I had already in mind a way to develop this but I discarded it not to make the story too complicated” because he says it all. the. time.#tpn emma #tpn legravalima #tpn yuugo #tpn lucas #tpn andrew #tpn sandy #tpn vincent #tpn peter ratri #tpn manga spoilers #tpn fanbook #Thank you again Sunny for your job 🥺🥺🥺#mine #Do you think... The Andrew-demon would maintain their hatred for the kids? It's something interesting to think about 🤔#Edit: Wait more notes: I've been wanting to continue doing these fanbook sums for a long time-#but unfortunately couldn't work on them until recently ಥ_ಥ #I'm already halfway through correcting rereading the following chapter post so please look forward to it if you'd like to!#If everything goes smoothly I plan to post the remaining two chapters on the next Sundays #And Sunny if you're reading this: I'm too shy for directly tagging you ahah #But thank you for your hard work I hope you enjoy reading this and I wish you have a wonderful day / night!!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

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devilyn · 3 years

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my last | tsukishima kei

— alexa, play: i wouldn’t know any better than you by gentle bones

I'll think of a place where I can meet you (meet you) To tell you all the reasons why I need you I won't mess it up again and leave you But I wouldn't know, I wouldn't know any better than you

— synopsis: you’ve become an expert at reading between the lines with tsukishima kei, until you absolutely can’t anymore.

— genre: more angst & happy endings, i love hurt/comfort lol.

— word count: 1.8k

"You're my first, you know."

Your eyes fluttered open, your gaze turning up to meet Tsukishima's. His fingers ran through your hair slowly, your head resting comfortably in his lap.

"Hm?" you questioned.

"Relationship," he responded simply. There was a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite identify, but he looked like he was seeing right past you. "Probably my last too."

You were quiet for a second before your hand reached out to gently brush over his cheek.

"If it were coming from anyone else, I'd say it's romantic," you teased. "but it's you, so what's wrong, Kei?"

His eyes seemed to refocus, dialing back into your reality.

"...I just don't think anyone else would be able to put up with me the way you do," his lips curled up into a familiar smirk, and you scoffed and rolled your eyes as he leaned down quickly.

Back then, you knew. You knew his real intentions, and the way he conveyed them in the way he kissed you after.

He loved you more than anything else in the world--that’s what he meant. He’d never love anyone else the way he loved you. You learned to translate Tsukishima’s badly-phrased confessions after years of being by his side.

But now, that skill proved useless. Now, you were sitting in an empty apartment with your boyfriend nowhere in sight.

Tsukishima’s anger was usually silent, rarely explosive. Last night, it was different. Last night, he spat words that you knew he didn’t mean. And though you had become an expert at interpreting his true intentions, it didn’t stop the pain he inflicted.

“I just want you to come to this one event, Kei,” you pleaded, following him into your shared bathroom as he tossed his jacket onto the couch. “It’s my cousin’s wedding! I know you hate events like these but--”

“If you know, then stop begging,” he cut you off coldly, staring to pull his shirt over his head. “Out. I want to shower.”

“Kei!” you cried out, standing in the bathroom doorway. You were growing increasingly frustrated.

“I’m a Division 2 professional volleyball player and a full time student,” he spat without even turning around to look at you. “Do I look like I sit at home all day like you?”

“Kei, you know that’s not even true,” you groaned, tugging at your hair in frustration.

“It’s not true?” he hissed, finally whirling around to glare at you. “What’re you doing when I’m at practice?” he angrily waved his arm around as if to motion at the space around him. “The apartment’s a mess, you always complain about not having enough time to do work, yet you spend most of your time sitting on your ass, and now you want me to take a day off to go to a stupid wedding I don’t even want to be at? Sorry the rest of us don’t laze around like you do.”

Somewhere deep down, you knew he was just tired. Tired, and irritated from a long day of classes and practice. But a voice in your head quietly asked if, maybe he was bottling this all up and finally telling the truth.

Still, he didn’t need to treat you this way.

“Baby,” you started slowly with a pet name, trying to stay calm despite the way your hands shook with contained anger. “You’re being mean, and you know it. My cousin’s getting married. If you can’t be my plus one, it’s alright.”

“Stop talking to me like I’m a child when we both know you’re the childish one here,” he scoffed.

“You’re the one acting like a child,” you snapped, no longer able to hold back. “I’m not saying your life is easy--you balance more than anyone else I know. All I’m saying is that this could be a break for you too and you could stop overworking yourself.”

“The only thing I need a break from is you,” he hissed under his breath.

The silence that filtered through the small bathroom lingered until you hid a sob behind a choked laugh. The sound grated on his ears, and his heart started to sink.

He sighed, taking a step towards you, “Baby--”

“Shut the fuck up,” you cursed, instinctively taking a step back--away from him.

Tsukishima felt his heart growing heavier and heavier, especially now that your eyes were beginning to water.

You hated how much you loved him. You made sure to let him know between your loud sobs as you pushed him out of your shared apartment. Because you knew eventually, you’d forgive him.

That’s why he was knocking incessantly at the front door and bombarding your phone with calls you never picked up. Silently to yourself, you wondered where he slept last night, but the thought was quickly replaced with the memory of his harsh words.

“Don’t you think you’re too mean, sometimes?” you commented offhandedly one day while he was studying for his final exams.

“I’ve always been mean, and you knew it when you started dating me,” he responded absentmindedly.

“Yeah, but what if one day you’re too mean and you bully me until I cry?” you grinned as you watched your boyfriend furrow his brows at a difficult practice problem in his textbook. Mischievously, you lifted his arm so you could slip yourself into his lap, legs wrapping around his torso as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. “What will you do then?”

“Hey--Y/N I can’t study like this--”

“The question, Tsukki,” you teased, lifting your head up so he had no choice but to focus on the stupid grin tugging at your lips

“Don’t,” he stated simply, narrowing his eyes at you in response to your playful use of his nickname.

“Then, answer my question,” your hands came up to gently cup his cheeks, turning his gaze back up to your face. His gaze softened as his eyes scanned each one of your facial features.

“I’d apologize--”

“Tsukishima Kei would apologize?” you gasped playfully, and your boyfriend rolled his eyes.

“Then I won’t apologize,” he stated firmly before he dropped his pen and wrapped his arms tight around your waist. His face leaned forward quickly, peppering kisses all over your face.

“W-Wait--Kei!” you cried out between ticklish kisses, your laughter echoing throughout the living room. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please!”

He grinned, a rare sight, before finally pulling back and allowing you to rest your forehead against his as you giggled.

“So? You’d apologize, and?”

“I’d apologize,” he repeated. “And I’d make sure you knew I never meant it, and that I would never hurt you like that again. Because I love you.”

You felt your face warming up, flustered by his sudden confession. Rarely did your boyfriend express his love through his words, and you could tell by his smug expression that he had done so intentionally to fluster you.

“H-How would I know you didn’t mean it?” you stammered, lifting your head up to avert your gaze.

“Mm, because you’re the only one for me?” his hand reached up to tilt your face back towards him, fingers gently pressing against your jaw. “Is that what you’d expect me to say?” he snickered.

Your smitten expression morphed into one of displeasure, and you swatted at his shoulder as he muffled his joyous laughs into his palm. Still, you couldn’t stay mad at him. Not when he was smiling so freely.

That vulnerability spoke on its own. You knew he meant it, when he jokingly said you were the only one for him.

“Baby,” you could hear his voice break, the sound muffled by your thin apartment door. The two of you always complained about how you could hear everything out in the hallways. This just meant that your neighbors could definitely hear the way he’d been pounding on your front door for the past hour. “Baby, you have to let me in. I need to explain, please.”

“I already know your explanation,” you finally called out, voice hoarse from an entire night of loud bawling. The knocking on the door finally stopped, and you were blessed with a brief moment of silence.

“I know, Kei,” your voice quivered, though no tears welled up in your tired, reddened eyes. “I know you didn’t mean what you said. You were tired from practice, and exams have been getting to you. I know you’re busy, it’s why you’re never home lately, and I understand.”

He was silent.

“I just...believed your words for a bit,” you laughed bitterly. “When I knew I shouldn’t have. So I pushed you away, even while knowing that mean words are your defense mechanism. I guess kicking you out was mine.”

A click, and the door handle turned. You groaned, burying your face into your hands and turning over on the couch so he wouldn’t have to see how swollen your eyes were.

“You had your key the whole time, and you decided to bother the neighbors for an entire hour instead?”

You listened to the door creak shut behind him.

“Wanted you to let me in on your own, but couldn’t wait anymore when you said something so dumb,” he responded, though he cursed quickly after. “Wait--no, you know I didn’t mean it like that--”

“Yeah,” you interrupted with a weak smile, back still facing him even as he approached you. “I know.”

The weight shifted as he placed himself next to you on the edge of the couch. Hesitantly, he reached forward and brushed your hair gently.

“...what I meant was that you shouldn’t blame yourself,” he murmured softly. “I was wrong for saying things I didn’t mean just because I was stressed.”

“They had to come from somewhere, Kei,” you sighed as you finally turned around to face him. His expression was conflicted--one you hadn’t seen on him before. “It’s not like you decided to accuse me of being lazy out of nowhere, you said way too much. It’s why I believed you for a minute.”

“I’m sorry, I really am,” his eyes softened at the sight of your broken expression. Reaching forward, his hand grazed over your tear-stained cheeks. “I know you work hard. Just because you don’t always overwhelm yourself with work at all times doesn’t mean you’re not working hard.”

Finally, you sat up and crawled into Tsukishima’s lap. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“You apologized. So what’s next?” you asked quietly as his arms circled around you to gently run his large palm across your back, soothing you.

“For the rest of my life, I’ll make sure you know I never meant what I said, and I’ll never do that again.”

“Because I’m your last?” you murmured, voice watery as tears slipped past your cheeks once again. He pulled you back slightly so he could brush his lips over your swollen eyes and wipe your tears away with his thumbs.

“Because you’re my last,” he confirmed with a weak smile. “Because I love you.”

And you believed him.

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Hey, so I'm having a really rough time rn (dealing with bs from my friend group, we have to take my really old dog to the vet today bc we found blood in her pee and we're scared that she won't make it this time, I'm struggling with my mental health, I'm just kinda goin thru it rn ig) so I would love a comfort fic with the sbi maybe with the reader as their sibling where the reader is the one that always comforts the fam, but hides their emotions until (1/2, very sorry about splitting it)

(2/2) something happens that makes the reader have a full on breakdown? I'll leave the rest to you, it can be a good or bad ending, headcanons or one shots, anything. You can ignore this request if you want/if it makes you uncomfortable. Please don't feel pressured/guilt tripped to write anything from this, your mental health comes first and I'm sure you're already really busy. Reminder to eat something today if you haven't yet and get a drink of water <3

We are family - Reader and SBI!Brothers

Pairings: none

Characters included: Wilbur, Technoblade, Tommy, (mentioned) Niki, (mentioned) Schlatt

Warnings: n/a

Series: a request <3

Summary: Y/N came back from an errand and surprises their brothers with their weird behavior. Trying to put on their usual smile, trying to hide away their real emotions but their brothers know them better than they inititally suspected. They could immediately tell that something must have happened.

Words count: 2060

Authors Note: I’m so sorry this took so long! I hope you and your dog are doing better! 💙 I wish I could give you more than words of encouragement and that I managed to get faster to this request, I apologize Please make sure to take care of yourself, alright? Take time for yourself to deal with the stress and anxiety! Make sure to stay hydrated and remember to eat! Even if it’s just something small!

Once again I apologize for the long wait, I felt really bad already and then I kinda put it off because I felt bad.

adhd hit hard again and haven’t checked for typos yet, but will get on it as soon as I can o7

On another note if you want to read another comfort fic; I have a small series called “A Painful Reminder” which is more angsty but the 2nd part is more about the comfort, if that is something for you

Living in the SMP was chaotic, turbulent and at times downright painful.

Most people tended to gravitate to one cause or other people to deal with this. Holding on to something so they don’t get pulled under. Get buried beneath the chaos and the violence.

So having people like Y/N around was like a godsend. They were one of the few people that seemed to be able to withstand the constant waves of misfortune and stand strong. Be the rock to hold onto when everything got too overwhelming.

Wilbur, Technoblade and Tommy loved their sibling for it.

After Wilbur and Tommy got exiled with Y/N out of L’Manberg, they were there and cheered both of their siblings up. Immediately making plans on how to set up a safe home and collecting ideas on how to get back. They were the one who managed to get a message out to Technoblade and asked him to visit them. Maybe help them.

Wilbur often jokingly said that Y/N was the glue that held the family together, to which they would always reply with the warmest of smiles “I’m glad.”

And what he said was true. Whenever the family fell on hard times and they began to drift apart it was Y/N who pulled all of them back. Pulling them back to reality and giving solutions for their problems if needed.

Sitting down with Wilbur when things got to much. Listening to his thoughts and worries, letting his emotion run freely without judgement. While they looked worried for him, their comforting smile never faltered. Offering him solutions to problems if he wanted it, otherwise they gave him the chance to just air his own thoughts out. To be angry with him. Sad with him.

Working with Tommy on his own projects. Listening to his ideas and giving him a different perspective that could improve some things but also respecting it when Tommy wanted to do this his way. And while he liked to brag and pretend that some things didn’t hit him that hard, they were still patiently listening to him as he spoke about his own pain in a more roundabout way. Telling him that he was not alone and making him feel heard.

Talking to Technoblade whenever the voices got too loud or out of hand again. He would just walk over to them and nudge them away, asking them to talk about something, no matter what. He just needed to hear their voice and be able to concentrate on it. Tune out the garbled voices in his head with a familiar sound that calmed him down no matter what. Leaning against them, slowly falling asleep as Y/N told all about how they were happily working on their own farm and what shenanigans they got up to.

Y/N really was like the warm sun on a cold day. Warming them up and protecting them.

Yes, Y/N was strong. So strong that even Technoblade considered them stronger than him. Maybe not physically but mentally and emotionally.

A clanging of metal rung through the cave. Techno was training with Wilbur while Tommy was just watching. Cheering on Techno.

It wasn’t an unusual situation and something Y/N expected to see as they made their way down the staircase. Wilbur in full iron armor and weapon while Techno just fought back with his own iron sword.

“Hey, Y/N! Welcome back!” Wilbur breathed out. Sweat running down the side of his face as he stopped attacking his brother.

The three men looked happily over to their sibling who slowly walked towards them but soon their expressions fell. Something was off about Y/N and it confused the three.

Their smile was as always plastered on their face but it looked strained. Their eyes wide open, trying to look sincere and loving but the glassy look of them gave off a different picture.

“Y/N? You okay?” Tommy asked as he stood up from the ground. Taking a step closer to them which made them in return stop in their tracks.

Y/N was hugging themself, shakily opening up their mouth to answer but nothing came out. It was then when Techno got very aware of how they were shaking in general.

This all seemed so wrong. This shouldn’t be possible. It just didn’t seem to register fully inside their minds.

Wilbur made sure to get rid off his sword and armor as fast as he could, walking over to his sibling, trying to get a better look at them but they just avoided his gaze.

Staring at the ground, slowly shaking their head “It’s- It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You aren’t. You really aren’t. What happened? Did they find you?” Techno asked, his voice full with worry. A bit of anger hidden as well.

Y/N had their own little farm in order to support Pogtopia. The potatoes from Techno were great but variety is important after all. Though they also had an abundance of wheat they usually tried to smuggle into Manberg for Niki. Trying to help her out as much as possible with her taxes and work.

This time Y/N nodded “They did… It’s fine though. I’m fine. I’m not hurt. It’s all good.”

Wilbur’s frown deepened “Usually when people have to be so adamant about being okay something isn’t alright.”

Tommy nodded, supporting his statement only to whisper to himself “Adamant? What does-“

But Wilbur continued “We are your family, talk to us.”

Y/N licked their chapped lips “I’m-“

The tears finally escaped their eyes and begun streaming down their face. Sobbing they fell down on the ground. Wilbur immediately followed suit, laying his arm around them and pulling them against his chest. His hand flew up to their head and begun going through their hair, trying to calm them down. Humming a soft tune from their childhood.

It was the first time in their lives they saw Y/N break down like that and it was quite frankly shocking.

Unsure what to do with himself Tommy squatted down “Um, uh, what- what happened?”

Techno was still gripping the iron sword in his hand. Pacing up and down. Manberg found them? What the hell did they do to make Y/N break down like that? His own sibling! Whatever it was he would make sure to pay it back a thousand times over.

“Tommy can you grab them some water?” Wilbur laid his chin on top of Y/N’s head, rubbing circles now on their back.

He didn’t even hesitate, jumping up to run towards one of the chests with food items that Y/N had always ready for them. Grabbing a water bottle and running back over. Happy that he could do something else besides staring.

Tommy then pushed the bottle towards Y/N who gratefully took it, putting some space between them and Wilbur as they drank some of the cold liquid which helped them to calm down.

“You ready to tell us what happened?” Techno stopped pacing around. His gaze purely trained on his crying sibling. Anger still rising in him just like the voices.

Screaming things like “Technosib! How dare they hurt them! Protect them! I love Y/N so much! Why would anyone hurt Y/N! They always help us! Let’s help them for a change! Technosib! Let’s go out and fight them! Yeah! Blood for the Blood God and Y/N!”

Y/N’s voice was still wavering and a bit scratchy from their sobbing as they begun speaking “Hey, hey! Techno don’t concentrate on the voices. Listen to me. It’s all good.”

This somehow made Techno angry. He threw the sword away and finally knelt down next to them as well so his face was on the same eye level as theirs “Stop. Please. Stop thinking about us for one second. Stop trying to not make us uncomfortable or worried! Tell us what happened! Please.”

He was basically begging at the last part. All his worry packed into it.

“Yeah, honestly you trying to make sure everything is okay for us makes us even more worried.” It surprised the others a bit that this came from Tommy but he was correct.

Tears fell down their face again “I- I was just delivering more wheat to Niki and someone must have followed me. They followed me back to my farm and- and- they burned my fields down. There were explosions. I- it was just my farm. I did not harm. Just, why does it always have to end like this. Why do all the good things always end like this. Why can’t this place let something be. There is always something.”

The farm was so important to Y/N. It was their little project they put so much sweat, love and work into. It was their home away from home. A place to retreat and enjoy some peace. This obviously was devastating. It was their one thing they had for themself. The one thing that wasn’t there for anyone else but them.

It was also clear that this seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back and it broke the three a bit that they only now seemed to notice this. That it took that long and their whole farm being destroyed for the realize this was heartbreaking.

“Who?” Techno urged but Y/N shook their head.

“I don’t know. Everything went so fast and I tried to save as much as I could but- but it’s all gone. It’s all gone.” Their voice jumped up an octave at the end, burying their face against Wilbur’s shoulder again. Silently sobbing.

It should have been impossible but Wilbur’s frown deepened and his expression turned more grim “Don’t worry. We will get back at them. We will get our revenge. They will see firsthand what they did to you, I promise.”

Shocked Y/N looked up, their red and puffy eyes wide open “Wil, that’s not what I- no revenge. There is already too much misery going around I just want this to stop. I just want all of us being able to live in peace.”

Wilbur should have known that Y/N was too good natured for that but he couldn’t help himself. He was just so angry. Angry at Schlatt and Manberg. That they went for him was one thing but to go out of their way to treat Y/N like this? Let’s just say he put it on the list in bold letters with reasonings on why he will get back at the Manberg faction.

“Listen Y/N.” Techno begun, his voice now calm again “Stop it. Just for once think about yourself. Stop thinking about others for once. You are also worthy of the same care you give us. Let us at least help rebuild your farm. You always help us with our projects, let us help you with yours.”

Tommy seemed to lit up at that “That sounds like a good idea! We could build towers around your new farm and make sure no one gets in! We could put down traps and all!”

He really wasn’t sure how to react but that was at least something he could do for them. As the past General’s right hand man, this should be something he can do. If he couldn’t protect his sibling how could he ever hope to get L’Manberg back.

Wilbur seemed to think about it for a bit but agreed “Yeah, how does that sound?” Though the dark glint in his eyes stayed. The cogs in head still running off with his own thoughts.

“You guys would? Since when can you guys build?” a dry laugh escaped them but it was a laugh nonetheless.

Both Tommy and Wilbur looked almost appalled at that claim while Techno just shrugged and nodded. Just looking around Pogtopia was more functioning than good looking after all. Y/N tried to pretty it up a bit but usually something always happened around here.

“Also Y/N, please talk to us more. Don’t bottle everything up. Please. We worry a lot about you and we love you. You always do so much for us, let us do the same.” Wilbur pushed Y/N a bit off of him and looked them deep into their eyes, hoping that this would really hammer in that this was a genuine plea.

As a respone Y/N wiped the tears off their face “I understand. I’ll try to remember that.”

“Don’t try just do it.”

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