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bailey-reaper · 3 years

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Hhhhh could you write a sequel to the hades fic???? it was SOO good!!!!!!

For Dear Life (Hades & Persephone AU)

Notes: (continued from here) Hello anon, I'm very happy to hear you enjoyed the Hades/Persephone fic! As I've said before, I love mythologies!

S/O is gender neutral (they/them pronouns). Barok refers to them using petnames.

Content Warnings: abducted / hostage situation; power imbalance; intense emotions; Tia seriously screws around with Greek mythology. Like really REALLY screws around...; I'm sorry historians (again!) and mythologists

It was impossible to say whether or not the underworld met their expectations, because such things were normally so abstract and not a subject they really thought of; so, to be suddenly confronted by the literal domain of the dead, was utterly mind-boggling.

All they really remembered, as the chariot dove deep into the bowels of the earth was the feeling of the God of the Underworld holding them close and partly shielding them with his long cloak of darkness. It had surprised them to hear a heart beating in the deity's chest – surely that was something of an oxymoron?

With a firm shake of their head, they quietly wondered why they were dwelling upon that precise detail; it seemed like such a trivial thing...

They had been escorted to a garden within the deity's palace: the plants were unusual colours and shapes, no doubt thanks to the lack of sunlight they enjoyed, but it was a soothing space nonetheless and one that helped their racing thoughts to calm. As they looked around and overhead, it struck them how easy it was to forget this was a subterranean domain given how high the vaulted cavernous ceilings were.

"It is a pleasant garden, is it not?" a familiar, but terrifying, voice remarked as the tall and imposing Lord of the Dead entered the space.

Instantly the feeling of calm abandoned them and they stood with a small yelp of shock, "........" even if they'd wanted to speak, it was as if their voice was stuck in their throat.

"...." the God's expression was momentarily odd, they might have taken it as him being wounded or even disappointed, before he cleared his throat and sat on a bench fashioned from black marble, ".... I have no intentions to harm you. It may be difficult to believe that, but it is the truth... won't you come here?" he held out a hand, "I have shown you a great deal of discourtesy thus far in failing to properly introduce myself... My rashness can only be attributed to the passion you make me feel. It is... very out of my usual character."

And it was, for the Lord of the Underworld was known among his brethren as a level-headed judge who maintained utmost composure at all times. In fact, they often described him as being 'cold as a corpse' and brutal when it came to matters of logic or strategy. Impulsiveness was an unknown concept in his mind, until now...

"...I... am fine here," they replied, settling back down in grass that appeared to be more peacock blue than green.

"... Very well," once more he wore that wounded expression, but the God seemed willing to respect their reluctance, "I am the God of the Underworld, I believe your kind call me 'Hades'."

"... Hades," yes -- that was what humans called the stern God beneath the earth, but it sounded to them as if that might not be his real name, "Is... that not your name, then?"

A smile graced and lifted his features for a moment, brightening them in an unexpected way, "You are as astute as I thought... that is correct: my 'true' name is not Hades, though, mortals may call me whatever they wish."

"Then... what is your real name?" this topic of conversation made them curious: where had the names of the Gods actually come from? Were they brought to the minds of men in a dream? Or did the Gods themselves provide false identities, if so then why?

"Mmm," he looked momentarily pensive, "That is a secret, for now... a God's true name holds great power. To entrust it to another is akin to making a vow."

Their eyes widened, "Oh... I... I see."

"You will forgive me if I do not offer up something so personal at this delicate juncture, I am aware that your presence here is entirely of my doing and that you are... unhappy about it. I will not keep it a secret any longer than I must."

"...." it made sense that a God would not trust a relative stranger with something that seemed to hold a great deal of power. They wanted to ask more about it: what did it mean to know a God's true name? What kind of 'vow' did it create? But, it seemed more prudent to leave the topic for now, "... Please won't you let me go home?" they asked, eyes pleading, "I am... flattered to have caught the eye of a God, but I am a mere mortal. I cannot see what lasting intrigue I would have to a divine being such as yourself."

The Lord of the Underworld tilted his head, "Do you think me a shallow man who saw your beautiful face and thought only of that?" he shook his head, "I appreciate that we Gods have a less than glowing image among mortals, and that we have a reputation for treating humans in a superficial manner, but, that is not why I have brought you here. I do not see you as some pretty trophy to keep until I tire of you. Though you are beautiful, yes, it is not simply your appearance that has captivated me so."

"What...?" for some reason his impassioned words made their heart thud in their chest; did he really meant to say that he, a God, had fallen in love with them?

"You possess a quality of character and strength of spirit that has quite simply dazzled me... I have watched you from afar, seen how you have helped your fellows and maintained your grace and resolve even in the face of adversity. I was blinded by more than just your looks."

They blinked a few times, going over his words again and again in muted silence. How could they respond to such a heartfelt answer? It was clear that the God of the Underworld was sincere, if nothing else-- but, this was too much to take in.

"... I'm sure it must come as a surprise to hear a God's confession, but I cannot yearn from afar any longer... that is why I have brought you here. So that I might marry you and take you for my spouse."

"This... it's... this is far more than a surprise... it's shocking. I'm a simple human, surely there are other Gods and Goddesses that are better suited to wed one such as you?"

The God chuckled, "Gods and Humans aren't so different you know... We're possessed of the same diversity of thought and feelings, the same irrational sensibilities and yearnings... it is not as if for every God there is a comparable divine partner. In fact, I find a number of my divine brethren to be a noisy, irksome lot and ill-suited to my temperament. I gladly opted to rule the Underworld for it lessens the time I have to spend with them."

".... huh?" suddenly, they couldn't help but giggle, "... Are you... saying that you view the Gods as annoying relatives?"

"...." he pursed his lips, "Well... they are."

"Oh... I had no idea... So, you came here willingly?" he nodded, "That's not what our books say: apparently you drew lots with your brothers and received the underworld having drawn the shortest straw."

"...?" he looked genuinely bemused by that account, "... I've... never heard something so ridiculous in all my life... drew lots? By the Gods, no. The last thing I would want is to rule the Gods and endure the constant politics of Mount Olympus. Truth be told, I have no idea how my brother manages it..."

Once more they were laughing, for the God of the Underworld --Hades himself-- looked utterly aghast, "Oh! But what about the sea then? Wouldn't you have preferred your brother Poseidon's domain?"

"First, Poseidon is not my brother, he was a 'brother-in-arms' who assisted me and my brother... second, the sea is not much better than Olympus given its relative proximity. I find that my brethren are far slower to make the trek down into the bowels of the earth than any other place."

"I... had no idea the Lord of the Underworld was so anti-social," they mused, smiling to themself having almost entirely lost their nervousness, "But... I suppose it makes some sense, given that your domain is that of the dead. Have you... always been like this?"

"Like what?" he cocked his head.

"... Disagreeable to spending time with other Gods."

"I suppose so," he folded his arms, as if trying to recall some divine equivalent of childhood, "There are so many irksome and tedious Gods in the world, I discovered that during the wars with the Titans."

"Oh... so those wars actually happened then? Our human books are right about that much at least?" he nodded, "So... are the myths about your brother, Zeus, true?"

"What myths about Zeus?"

"That he's the most terrible womaniser who forces himself upon anything that catches his eye?"

"What?!" he stood up, clearly flustered, "Who dares to tarnish my brother's name so?! He's not some philandering hedonist! He's a man of the utmost integrity and happily married! Not to mention his wife would punish him severely were he to hold such callous disregard for the mortals..." suddenly, he stopped his ranting and looked apologetic as he sat down, "... Forgive me, that outburst was uncalled for..."

"I'm... surprised," they said, "Because our myths suggest that you and Zeus do not get along... but you seem incredibly fond of him... oh... and what did you mean that Poseidon is not your brother? Aren't all the Gods related?"

"Of course I'm fond of him," the God said, "He's my brother... and as for your other questions.... what kind of inbred bedlam do you think the Gods live in? We are not begat as generations of mortals, we all issued forth from the black waters of Chaos..."

"But how are you and Zeus related if all Gods are not born?"

"I... was a weak little God when I emerged from the primordial darkness, in fact it was questionable whether or not I would survive. Zeus took pity on me, and shared with me his ichor.... that sustained me and breathed life into me. We are brothers who share the same blood, literally."

"Oh... wow... I had no idea..."

"Why would you? It is not as if we Gods are at pains to correct the fantasies that mortals dream up to explain the world around them," he folded his arms, "I'm... glad you seem a little less nervous in my presence."

"Ah..." they blinked, "Now that you mention it, I do feel a lot calmer."

"That's good... I hope, with time, that perhaps you will... take a liking to me."

"...." funnily enough, seeing more of the God's character had endeared him to them, "I... can't make any promises," they said, while looking down and smiling.

He seemed to pick up on that coyness, "Hmmm... that's better than an outright no. Now, I should like to show you my domain. Do you feel up to a chariot ride? I won't burst up from the earth this time and grab you..."

"In that case, yes."

#barok van zieks #Barok x Ors #alt universe #request

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shozaii · 3 years

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Mitra Mitra Mitra!!! I love you my precious child! Can I request aku x reader for looking after them when they're sick! You get to choose gender and whether it's headcanons or a scenario! Much love <3333

(a/n): cami cami cami!! i love you soooo much more mother!!🥺🥺🥺❤❤❤ i decided to go with a lil bit of both since you deserve this treat UwU💖 enjoyyyy!!! and i apologize for taking so long hhh😭

masterlist.

♗ akutagawa is pretty much the kind of person who would not understand what exactly is going on. he’s already caught up with his coughing and such, but when he sees you falling sick, his emotions are mixed up. ranging from, “did i infect them?” or “i thought they were strong.”

♗ he possibly found out after returning to your shared apartment, and suddenly he sees you wiping your nose with some tissues........definitely not ten more already being in the trash. aku panic mode? aku panic mode.

♗ he panics. the first thing he does is run up to you because he thought someone used their ability on you, making you go all weak and tired. i’d like to believe he would grab hold of your face and hands very softly, worried that he might be too rough🥺 literally i can imagine his first question would be “who hurt you?”

♗ he brushes your fallen hair strands away from your already heating up face. straight up paces back and forth when he finds you coughing too. walks up to you, and tells you to open your mouth.

♗ “why...?”

♗ “.....to check if you have blood, duh. you’ve been coughing non-stop.”

♗ he’s very, very worried. no doubt. he wouldn’t want anything to happen to you, moreover getting what he already has.

♗ there are times where he would give you baths— very rare tbh. most of the time it’s only you because he thoroughly enjoys the way you handle his body with care. i would say he learns little by little; and proceeds to use whatever he learnt on you.

♗ to which a huGE idea pops up in his head. he reminisces the times you have cared for him. anything that would make him cough less. always, always reminding him to take his necessary medication (he only got them after you came into his life. he does noT take crap from anyone but you). giving him warm bubble baths, as you massaged his back. trips to the onsen; chuuya helps you with that, though it could be a pain even if it’s just to bring him there. telling him to drink water is his throat gets dry. once he had a fever, so you placed a cold towel on his forehead. he wouldn’t admit it; but he was so, so happy he got to lay in bed, especially with you by his side.

♗ so yes. this time, for sure. he will do absolutely anything to make you feel better.

ˏ 𓏧 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓋒 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏧 ˎ ˏ 𓏧 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓋒 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏧 ˎ

he takes in a deep breath, grabs hold of both your shoulders, and looks right into your eyes. “l-.....let’s go get you a bath. under one condition.” still holding you, he looked down onto the floor - to which you could already tell he was blushing like crazy. your only response was a sniffle, with a soft “what?”, chuckling.

“just.....just let me know if i do hurt you, okay? i wouldn’t say i could execute it efficiently. i try.” your puzzled look turned into a softer, more calmer phase as you cupped his face with your hands. “you’re always doing amazing, ryuu. trust me. though i don’t want you to get sick—,”

“nonsense. the sickness is afraid of me,” he said, maintaining his sharp, stoic look.

sighing, you had to oblige. ryuu was a person tough to convince. but whatever he’s doing was definitely worth more than every treasure standing on mother earth. he made sure you got into the tub; not before putting his hand in to check the temperature. once you got in, he kneeled down and pulled his sleeves up.

what made your heart go all soft was that he did not complain one bit. no grumbling, not a furrowed expression to be seen. just a soft, concerned look in his face - with his hands trembling every once in a while.

“aku....? is everything alright?” you questioned, holding his hand.

“d-don’t worry about me. like i said, i don’t want you getting hurt.”

“and i would never get hurt by my love. i can tell, darling.”

his cheekbones was painted with a soft shade of pink, as he looked away from you, continuing the relaxing massage on your back. it was so good, all you could feel right now was that you were floating.

you felt your muscles relax even more, with your shoulders decrease in tension, your chest slowly unwinding from the tight knots it was once in. your body still had those uncomfortable pains, but just something from his presence began to take most of them away. you couldn’t help but smile at how good he was getting, and how capable he was when taking care of someone he cares for.

his sister came up to your mind; something that made you a lot more happier.

ˏ 𓏧 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓋒 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏧 ˎ ˏ 𓏧 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓋒 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏧 ˎ

♗ he knows you have a thing for his clothes, but half of the time he doesn’t want you to put them on. not because he hates it, but rather because he gets so flustered he would not and cannot function. try asking him for his clothes when you’re not doing well. he. would. never. hesitate.

♗ “do you need anything? what else am i supposed to do?”

♗ he is quite the picky eater and you do encourage him to eat a lot. so imagine him taking care of you. he gets advice from gin if he ever does need help with the types of food he should be giving you. otherwise that it’s just observation from what you have given him.

♗ he’s just vv nervous!!! doesn’t want you getting hurt; he wouldn’t forgive himself for doing so hhhhh ;-; other than that it’s just aku being aku, the cutie patootie he is ehehe !

♗ cuddles for you and you only. periodt.

♗ will even go as far as to wrap you up in a blanket, and then providing extra warmth by holding you close. he has this smug expression whenever he teases you, so consider seeing this during the cuddle session UwU!!

♗ “i’m going to try something.” and he plants kisses on your cheeks, your nose, forehead, bare shoulders. he doesn’t show it, but he’s very attentive of your sensitive parts. he needs to see you smile because he knows falling sick is tough. painful and full of sorrow. so when you start giggling, he gives off this smile.

♗ “ryuu,,, thank you,” you buried yourself deeper into his embrace, sleep finally taking over.

(a/n): omgomg finally!!! i got this done kjskdjshjdbj!!! camiiiii i really hope you enjoy this grrrhrhrrh🥺i honestly have no idea how exactly it turned out but right now i’m hoping that you enjoy this hhhh :’))))

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fekst-fucker · 4 years

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I JUST READ THROUGH ALL OF YOUR HABIT X READER ASKS AND OMG YOU ARE GALAXY BRAIN HABIT PORTRAYAL!! THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH FOR PROVIDING THE NASTY MAN CONTENT!!💕 And, uh, if you want to do some mooore....may I request HABIT with and s/o that confesses to him first in like the really blushy, straightforward but clearly dying inside way? Despite he's, you know, FUCKING HABIT HLDSGK

Hhhhh thank you 🥺🥺🧡🧡💛💛❤️❤️ I owe it to @creepy-bi-day for even introducing him to me in the first place, their writing for him is PRIME btw pls go search their tag

- We all know he can smell your emotions, right?

- So in true bastard fashion, he’s known how you feel for a very, very long time, and continues to tease you to see you flustered

- Little does he know… this fucker is also catching feelings. He doesn’t know it yet, he’s too busy torturing you

- You’ve been plotting how you’re going to tell him for quite a while, and he can smell when your heartbeat flares up, but he can’t smell that you’re getting a little more confident with every practice confession

- He loves to slink down the stairs or around the corner when he can feel you getting nervous, and kind of slouch up behind you and grab you by the shoulders and whisper a “boo” in your ear

- You usually go weak in the knees and turn to shout at him or slap his chest lightly, and he’ll chuckle and say something kinda mean and leave again

- But this time, you held your breath for a second, stayed still, clenched your fists, and said “Habit, I have to tell you something”

- His stomach doesn’t drop or anything, but this is definitely an “oh shit” moment

- Your short burst of confidence has worn off, but it’s too late to stop now, so you’re stammering a little bit and turning to face him which makes it WORSE and he just keeps giving you that cocky ass grin and saying “spit it out, bunny, you can do it, c’mon”

- He pisses you off enough that you just blurt “I like you, you asshole! Jesus, do you always have to be a dick about everything!”

- And

- In true dickhead fashion

- He says

- “Yeah I know, was that it?”

- You have a distinct moment where you think “I’m gonna fucking kill him”

- He’s still talking, going on about how obvious it was, I’ve known forever, why do you think I kept you around? Hey, maybe a give me a kiss or something, bunny, nah I’m just playing

- You kiss him anyway

- That shuts him up

#sorry for tagging u day snsjdjkd idk if you still write for habit anymore #also I know a lot of people stopped writing for him?? if anyone wants me to stop please lmk??#habit #habit x reader #emh habit #everymanhybrid habit

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heckinhacker · 4 years

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Vladimir x Reader - “Jealous is a little word.”

word count: 602 (I TRIED, THIS TOOK ME SO LONG BUT IT CAME OUT SO SHORT HHHHH SORRYYY---) requested: Yes! By anon: “ Hi I love your blog ♡♡ Your writing is really good! Would you be willing to do some sort of fic with a possessive or jealous vladimir? sfw/nsfw is both fine loll “ warnings: suggestive, but not worth dirty hacker tag :P

You walking into blood mage's life was a big surprise for you and him both. Trust me, at first Vladimir was hesitant to even let you be around himself, but as soon as you grew on him - he quite enjoyed your company. Hell, he craved for it. He perfectly knew you had friends, actually many of them, but that one, THAT ONE, friend made him furious. Just a sight of you and him being around each other, laughing, talking and chilling around. Everyone in Noxus knew Draven, he's loud and not letting himself fall into oblivion of being forgotten. At first Vladimir didn't see him as a rival for your attention, but as our white-haired man loved to call him, "this attention whore" was completely stealing you away.

Vladimir had general problem with showing his emotions, but he'd never admit that.

Good thing that Vladimir is a blunt person and he’ll place his problems straight into the table. He thought that being honest and straight about a problem would solve it. Boy was he wrong.

-Can we talk, [Y/N]? - he asked in serious tone, but you knew that’s just how he is.

- Oh, Vlad! Sure, what’s up?

- Listen, about your friendship with Draven...I quite despise that.

- W-what-- Why?

- Draven got honest with me, you know what he told me?

- No, Vlad, do tell.

- “Soon, I’ll get my hands to your [Y/N], they’ll pick me over you anyway. Sorry, Vladie, I don’t make rules.~”. THAT. That’s what he told me.

- Pfth- he’s such a joker. Vladimir, he won’t get any ‘hands on me’, okay? He was just joking!

- I’m sure he wasn’t joking.

- Why do you keep pushing on that one thought of yours? I understand why you got mad, but no need to live around that one thing he said! No worries, you trust me, right?

- I do, but…

- So no need to worry, right?

- ...right. Nevermind, I apologise, [Y/N].

- No need to! Glad we figured this out together.

You kissed his cheek, hugged him for a shorter moment and then held his hand, leading him to somewhere you enjoyed spending your time with him.

Anyone would think “heh, case’s over, right? They explained everything to themselves!”, right? Damn, Vladimir wish that’d be true. Draven was getting on Vladimir’s nerves way too much. Maybe he had you for most of your time, but when Draven happened to be around you he had the worst time of his life. He was very, veeeery close to punching this far-from-perfect face. He’s usually not the one to act through emotions, but enough is enough. As soon as Draven goes out of your shared apartment, he pins you down to doors, looking down at you, straight into your eyes.

- He literally had hand on your ass. I’m done with that.

- V-vlad, that was on my back, I know where his hand was, I promise, that’s nothing like tha-hmfh-!

He kissed you roughly, exploring your mouth with his tongue You had no way of even trying to kiss him back, he did everything in that kiss. When he finished teasing you, he dragged your lower lip with his teeth, smirking at your flustered face.

- You’re mine. Do you understand, darling?

You couldn’t do much more than nod, as he lifted you up and lead you to your room, punishing you for all these emotions - NEGATIVE emotions - you made him feel.

Little did he know that you planned all of that with Draven, so Vlad actually makes further move in your relationship. Generally you wouldn’t, but that evil move of yours was worth afterwards.~

#hacker writes #league of legends #league of legends imagines #league of legends vladimir #league of legends vladimir x reader #lol vladimir #lol vladimir x reader #fanfic #still sorry it's so short ahhh--

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companionwolf · 4 years

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Fluster

You’re nervous.

To be fair, you’re always somewhat nervous, Alice says that’s kind of common place for people with an anxiety disorder, but this is a different kind of nervous.

You’re standing in the hallway of a college dormitory, in front of a white door with student names on cute little papers taped to it. One is the name of your Beheld human.

Your hand rests in your hoodie pocket, and you rub one of Alice’s ears between your thumb and forefinger. Somewhere, a door opens and closes, and voices drift indistinctly from somewhere else in the floor. If you could sweat, you would.

Your phone buzzes; with a free hand, you check it. A text from Tulip, in your group chat with her and Alex and Davey.

well did u do it yet, it reads.

no, you answer.

go ur gon be fine, she replies.

hhhhh

you talked to the president once, interrupts Davey’s message. and that wasn’t even someone you liked; this is someone you like.

That’s the problem, you think, and put the phone away. Espeon’s voice from where she is tucked into your hoodie against your form whispers against where a ear would be: “Chicken, bawk bawk bawk!”

“You’re an jerk,” you say.

“You’re a fucking baby,” she answers.

Alice’s voice, then, calm and metered: “He has GAD, Espeon. Not that wouldn’t perfectly normal for him to be afraid even if he didn’t, this is just hard for him. This goes against everything we know. Against our entire society.”

“But he’s still gonna do it because he’s a big human boy now!”

“I will, I will,” you insist. “Just... give me another minute.”

“Chicken,” jeers Espeon again, but thankfully falls quiet. You feel Alice brush a paw against the palm of the hand that remains with her, and are grateful.

Your hand is shaking as you knock.

Your Beholden’s voice answers, a quick ‘I’m coming!’ followed by the sound of bare feet padding on wood. They open the door.

(If you had real eyes, there would be tears in them.)

“Keep it together,” whispers Espeon.

You swallow hard. A facsimile of a heart thuds heavy in your chest. The Beholden blinks at you from behind thick glasses rimmed in black. “Can I help you?” they ask.

“I, uh, hi,” you say.

“Hello,” they say, eyes narrowing. You remember they’re hesitant around men. Right. You’re... a man. Sort of. Gender is not as tight a concept for you. They should relate to that, they’re nonbinary themselves.

“Are you lost?” they ask.

“I was,” you say, and that’s not a lie. The hand rubbing Alice’s ear gently grasps her around the mid and pulls her from your pocket— you offer her to the Beholden, whose jaw drops a little.

“That’s Alice,” they say.

“I, um, I found it,” you say. “And this too.” You reach for Espeon, who lets herself fall into her natural form and into your hand, passing her to the Beholden.

They hold the pair with shaking hands; you see them blink back tears.

“How the fuck,” they say, and it’s more a proclamation then a ask. The two are held to the Beholden’s chest, tightly tightly tightly, and you feel a twinge of jealousy.

Their watering eyes run across you, searching. You know what they look for. But you don’t say anything. You just look away, a lightheaded dizziness making you feel like you’re floating a little. Not even in a pleasing way. It makes you feel a little sick, actually. False heartbeat thunders and blood roars in ears consciousness insists are real and there.

“Thank you,” the Beholden says. Their voice is hitched, breaks as the tears come falling out. “Like, really, thank you. These two mean a lot to me. I thought I lost them forever somehow. I honestly can’t imagine how anyone managed to find them.”

“You’re welcome,” you say. Your voice squeaks a little as they tuck the pair into their own hoodie and then lean toward you.

“Can I hug you?” they ask. “You know, as a shitty thanks for finding my plushies. Pretty stupid I’m so emotional about it.”

“It’s not stupid,” you say. “I think it’s cool. That you care that much.” Another hard swallow. “And, uh, sure, you can.” Your own voices catches, putters out into nothing as they wrap their arms around you and squeeze you gently.

(You think, somewhere in the part of you that has not short circuited, that you’d like to stay like this forever.)

The Beholden breaks the hug, looks back into their dorm at you and back. “How’d you know where I was? Or who they belonged to?”

“I asked them,” you say.

The Beholden looks skeptical for a moment, and then nods. “Yeah, ok, with witchcraft and divination conduits and intuition I can see that happening,” they say. “I guess you’re a weirdo that talks to objects too.”

I’m a weirdo who is a talking object, you think, but you don’t say that. Instead you say, “Yeah, I guess.”

“What’s your major?” they ask.

Oh. “Uh, uh...” What do people go to school for? What’s the most common thing people go to school for here?

They look you over again. “Out of state student? You’re gonna overheat.”

“Skin condition,” you say. “And a - a - I have temperature regulation issues.”

“Oh shit I’m sorry,” they say. “Didn’t mean to be an ass.”

“It’s ok,” you say. “I know it looks weird, given where we are.”

“Yeah, full snow gear in Texas is pretty weird,” they say. “You look very soft and huggable like that though. Like some kinda teddy bear. Maybe even a pillow.”

They go quiet after that, looking distant for a moment. Then: “I’m a journalism student.”

“That’s cool,” you say. You know this already, know so much about them already, but it’s nice to hear it, from them. “What do you want to do with that? I mean, like for work?”

(You know the answer: something something newspaper, something something copy editor.)

“Work on a local paper, maybe; hopefully do copy editing of the other reporter’s stuff,” they say. “You said you were undecided, right?”

I didn’t say anything, you think, but you nod at that.

“Communications is pretty cool,” they say, giving you a wink. Your heart skips.

“I’ll consider it,” you manage to say.

The Beholden has pulled Alice and Espeon from their pocket, is studying them strangely. Something is turning in their brain, you’ve seen the same expression before. Suddenly the two are being pushed back into your hands. You blink in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“I already have over a hundred of these soft fuckers, and you’re a newbie to the state, you probably don’t have many friends,” they say. “You can keep them. Consider it a welcome gift. And a ‘thanks for being a nice person and trying to return them’ gift.”

“Are you... sure?” you say, gingerly taking the offered pair and tucking them away.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I like you. What’s your name?”

You hesitate. “I’m John.”

The Beholden extends their hand, and you shake it as they say their name to you.

“You live on the hall?” they ask.

“Yeah,” you say.

“I’ll see you around then,” they say.

“Yeah,” you say.

They smile, and you smile back, and then the door closes, and you are leaning against the wall, legs weak.

Espeon pops her head out of the hoodie pocket. “Aww, look, he’s flustered,” she says.

“Espeon!” Alice chides.

“He is!”

“Be nice!”

“I am being nice!”

“Both of you stop talking, I need to breathe like ... like a person for a second,” you say. Deep breaths. False lungs inflate deflate. False oxygen to a false brain. It’s fine. You’re good. You’re good.

“How does it feel? You are treading where no member of our world has gone before. That I know of anyway,” says Alice as you walk (well, more stagger stumble out the dorm and back into the parking lot where Tulip and co are waiting).

“I think I’m going to throw up,” you say.

“Impressive, since you’ve got nothing to do that with,” says Espeon.

“You know what I mean,” you say, sliding into the back seat next to Alex, ignoring Tulip as she peppers you with questions. Alex reaches past you to pull the door shut, and the car leaves the front circle.

“So,” says Davey from the passenger side front seat once a few moments of driving has passed, “how did it go?”

“They gave them back,” you say. Your voice is faint.

“We can see that,” says Davey.

“Did they think you were a student?” asks Alex.

“Yeah,” you say.

(You can still feel their arms around you.)

“Did they ask how you found Alice and Espy?” asks Tulip.

“Yeah,” you say.

(You can still see the disappointment in their eyes.)

“Hey, are you listening to us?” asks Espeon.

“Yeah,” you say.

(You want to tell them. You want to break every rule, because you’ve done it once, what does it matter? But it does matter, because that’s your Beheld human, and - and - and - )

“John.”

Alice’s voice, steady as ever, cuts through the haze. You blink, look down. She’s sitting on your lap; Espeon sits on Alex’s shoulder.

“Are you ok?” she asks, gentle.

“I think I need to ... sleep or something,” you say, shoulders sagging as you finally relax by a margin.

Alice nods. “Adrenaline. It makes sense.”

“Will you ever do it again? I mean, will you ever try to talk to them again?” Alex asks.

“Yes,” you say, and you are breathless again. “I would do anything for them.”

“That’s really gay, and really cute,” says Tulip. Espeon is snickering.

“Yeah,” she says, “you’ve got a little crush!”

Your consciousness insists you’re blushing. You insist you’re not. No one in the car believes you, of course, least of all yourself.

(But it’s true, you think.)

You would do anything for them.)

#wolf barking #tailstrokes #fabricated #shitty writing #delete later #* slaps this on blog and runs *#read while its here bc i might take it down later

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velvetgons · 5 years

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yedam as your boyfriend;

yedam x reader

word count; 3.6k (ish i think)

requested; yes!! thank you both for requesting

so i just have this big idea with yedam where he’s got the vibe of like. pining??

i feel like if he liked someone he’d be too nervous to ever tell them so he’d end up having that aesthetic of cute boy in your class that you occasionally catch staring at you but you never really know why

you think ‘eh maybe he’s just zoning out and i happen to be sat in the spot he looks at when he does that :// no big deal’ lowkey you’d wish he was staring at u because he liked u but u just feel that’s unrealistic because omg it’s bang yedam

but no. no. omg does he like you a whole lot.

he’d write you lil dated letters whenever he was having a lot of feelings about anything (example: he’d get stressed out by training and so he’d write you a letter about how he was feeling and how he wished he could be with you to help him feel better, or he’d get some really good news and he’d write you a letter about how happy he was and how he wished he could share that feeling with you)

and they’d go between being like lil notes that just said “dear ___, i’m really stressed and i wish you were here with me.” and being like two double-sided pieces of paper long that included him going off on 40 different tangents

after a while he’d have to start keeping them in a lil box because there’s just so MANY of them and he’s all ‘omg this is the most embarrassing thing i’ve ever done’ as he continues to add more of them to his collection

honestly? he’s not entirely sure why he keeps them because he’s convinced he’ll never ever tell you that he likes you. he thinks maybe he’s doing it so he can look back on it when he’s older and be like ‘wow remember that crazy time!’

and then he starts writing songs about you and then he realises that oopsie maybe this isn’t something he’s gonna just gradually get over

his songs abt you are either so sweet and cute and are like ‘i am: in love’ or they’re ANGSTY and are pretty much just him artistically saying that he thinks you don’t even know he exists

which i mean?? you definitely do. he’s Bang Yedam Himself. you know you’ve had a crush on him since you first got into the same school as him. you just assume he’s way too cool n pretty n smart n talented to ever even realise you exist

your pining level might be a tad bit lower than his to be honest?? you know you like him, you probably doodle his name in the corner of your notebooks with lil love-hearts around them sometimes, you know, to cope. and maybe you’ve daydreamed about him for a vast majority of the time you’re supposed to be focusing in any given class. but it’s all very contained, only you know you do this

but with yedam it’s like. all of his friends know. every single one of them has noticed or been told that yedam is absolutely whipped for someone he’s spoken to about four times

he writes you songs and people who know him ask who they’re all about, and he never knows what to say. he writes you letters almost daily but at the very least weekly, and keeps them hidden away that he would defend with his life if someone tried to read them. he gives you heart eyes in class that your classmates just kinda look at like ‘?? how have they not noticed’

speaking of him getting a chance to talk to you,, he’s so flustered he probably only says a maximum of two sentences

and it’s always his friends who’re like “___! hi! this is my friend, yedam, you remember yedam, right?”

every single time you get a lil bit flustered (but you’re keeping it #well hidden (even if everyone but yedam can gather that you totally like him)) but you say that “yeah!! of course, how could i not?” yedam swears his heart stops beating for a second

tbh, your conversations have never really gotten past that point, which really upsets yedam because he wants to know so much more about you!! he wants to hear you talk about things he’s asking about instead of just hearing bits of your conversation from classes and when he ‘accidentally’ passes you five times in the hallways

and he knows that if he likes you this much from just the things he’s gathered about your personality from this and subtly asking different people about you, then his ‘little’ crush is gonna get so much worse once he actually works up the courage to befriend you

but he’s just so :(( because he doesn’t know how to get to that point with you so he just avoids it altogether and goes about his daily life thinking he’ll have to eventually get over it

then. he’s walking down the hallways one day when everyone’s getting out of class to move to their next one and he sees you with your friends and you look. incredibly distressed

so he swerves to walk a lil bit closer bc his heart just went ‘:( hhhhh’ at the idea of you being upset. and he hears you talking to your friends about how you’ve just been feeling pretty down recently and you can’t manage to cheer yourself up and how it’s really bothering you

and even though yedam can hear your friends actively attempting to comfort you over this he’s still panicked because :(((( he hates the idea of you being upset and feeling like that and he just ?? doesn’t know how he could help you feel better

so when he gets home that day, he writes another one of his usual letters, except he really goes off in this one. it gets pretty long and he ends up, a. confessing his feelings for you, and b. going off about how perfect you are and how you deserve all the happiness in the entire universe

except, he doesn’t sign this one off with his usual, ‘all the love, yedam.’ and instead chooses the anonymous version of this with just, “all the love.”

the next day, he’s gonna rush to school to make sure he gets there nice and early, and he drops it into your locker and would probably literally run away

so you’d open your locker when you got to school and you’re all ‘??!! wowie’ when a piece of a paper with your name written in cute lil handwriting on is right there

and you’d open it and read it right there, but then you’d get a lil embarrassed because now you’re blushing and maybe your eyes are watering a little bit too

you know, obviously, that it’s like omg secret admirer!! because there’s no name saying who it’s from. but you really wanna know!! you’re all soft for them already and you don’t even know who it is yet!!

yedam, who has been very inconspicuously pacing the hallway near your locker until you got there and read it is like aha!! mission achieved they’re smiling and they look happy!!

and so, much to your surprise, this becomes a daily occurrence. you get to school, open your locker, and there’s always another lil note, sometimes a whole letter!! and they’d be so sweet and cute and he’d probably write one where he’d be like “is this weird?? i get so nervous about making you uncomfortable sometimes :///” and you’d be like? well how am i supposed to tell them that it’s not at all weird if i can’t respond to them

so, in a lil bit of a risk, you write them a letter back, and you leave it hanging out of your locker just enough for it to be visible if someone was in front of it. and you don’t know who to address it to, so you just write, in the tiniest handwriting possible, ‘all the love,’ on the edge so they’d know it was for them

and when yedam goes to leave you another note he sees and he’s like xovofeiv so he takes it and reads and he swears he’s having a real heart-attack this time

the letter would really just be you saying, “this whole pining, slow-burn thing is real romantic and all but i wanna know who you are :/// i think i really like you too and if you’ve liked me for this long you should totally just tell me!!”

so yedam scraps the note he was gonna leave you, and instead gathers every single ounce of courage he has inside of him to write a really messy one that just says, “ok so this is gonna sound really weird but trust me!! can i have your address? i have a gift for you”

n you find it so you’re like ‘ok…..hm….ok well let’s just do it and hope for the best’ so you leave them another lil note with your address on and then head on home at the end of the day

and you’re pacing around your room wondering if you should take a sneak glance but then you think they’re gonna tell you who they are whenever they’re ready so :// you should just wait

so yedam just gets the box of letters from his house. and leaves it by your front door. he knocks and then literally sprints away.

and so you open your door to see this box?? and it’s got a lil note on the top that says your name and has his classic ‘all the love’ written on the top so you’re like ‘????!!!!! ok we’re doing this huh’

so you take it inside and go to your room and get yourself comfortable for this experience. and, oh my god?? you read every single one of those letters, and you realise the dates go back for ages, and they’re all signed off from yedam. by the time you’re done tbh you’d probably be crying because he’s just so lovely. and you’re literally getting to see different emotions and events in his life all at the same time that he’s expressing this Big Love for you and you’re just like. ok. this: hurtS

and so when you go to school the next day you immediately go and find yedam, obviously. and he’s with his friends so you’re like “hi uh yes please may i talk to you :)”

for a second i think yedam would think he’s done something wrong but he’d still agree because!! he wants to know what you’re thinking about it

when you tell him that you’ve actually liked him for a while, too, he’d be so excited but he’d also be a lil bit sceptical,, like he doesn’t want it to feel as if you’re being pressured into liking him back because of it

so you’d show him one of your notebooks with his name doodled on and he’d dsfpvob have a genuine, serious heart-attack like you’d be a tad bit concerned really because he’d visibly react and look so!!! shocked

however, yedam does say that he wants to still do things properly because you deserve so much!! so he’s immediately like “can i take you on a date??? a whole date???”

and so! (after he has discovered a romantic and cute way to do it) he’ll ask to officially be your boyfriend because he has a big soft spot for classic romance things. like. they just. have a very special place in his heart

and hhhhh omg he’s such a great boyfriend??

so empathetic and caring he just has this magicians trick of understanding your emotions on a whole other level

you’re sad?? he can just Tell whether you wanna talk about it or whether you’d rather just be comforted by his actions instead

you’re stressed and tired?? he knows you want your space and he’s completely okay to give it to you

at first i’m not sure if he’d be great at expressing his own feelings though? i just feel he’d struggle to be cohesive and exact about it instead of getting upset

but if you sat him down to explain that it’s okay to not know how he feels all the time, and it’s even better if he wants to consistently talk about what he’s thinking and how things make him feel, he’d be so, so grateful

keeping to his new-found aesthetic, he’d keep writing you little notes and he’d write you long-ass letters on special occasions

he’s also just super chilled out in general when it comes to your relationship? he knows that it depends on both of yours respect and effort for one another and he also knows he has plenty of both for you so he’s not really concerned

might have some issues with getting jealous at first but just because he’s actually pretty insecure when it comes to you. he’d have the belief for quite a while that you could do better and eventually you would just find someone better than him

and he’d really try and express this to you (even if it made him emotional) so you wouldn’t think being jealous was a big part of his personality

but he really would work so hard on bettering that aspect of himself!! he’d make sure to communicate with you what was bothering him so you could either go through it and help him rationalise it or if it seemed like a legitimate concern then you’d talk about what the both of you could do to change it

and i mean he’s all for doing that when you get jealous too but honestly it’s so clear to you now that he is, a. not the type to ever do something to break your trust and b. ?? so, so in love with you

however! once he got over his insecurities, he would really rarely ever get jealous lol

as soon as he learns to understand that it’s him!! you love him!! and even better, you love him because he’s himself!! what a concept

but yeah as soon as he learns that he’s just so unbothered by the things that used to make him nervous or worried

i mean someone could literally flirt with you in front of him now and he’s just like “:) lol anyway” because he gets it now,,,

i also don’t think he’d be an overly protective type? he’s just concerned about how you’re feeling in every situation so he’ll check in with you when you’re out together and stuff but overall he’s quite a big believer in letting you solve your own problems

and that’s not to say he’s dismissive because if you came to him with an issue and wanted his help then he seriously wouldn’t hesitate to give you advice/do what he could to help

but if you didn’t come to him, he’s gonna try and let you work out for yourself because he knows you can do it !! and he doesn’t want you to feel at all like you’re being underestimated by him

yedam’s 100% the type to do the lil shoulder nudge thing to get your attention and then lean in to give you the teeniest tiniest cheek kiss before he’d mumble a lil, “you okay?” when you were out in public together

yedam is just That Boyfriend too!

he loves the idea of wearing matching clothes!! he’d get matching shirts and colour-coordinate with you before you’d go out to make sure it was a Cute Look even if it was just a matching print jumper and black jeans

traces lil circles and love-hearts on your hand with his thumb when you’re holding hands with him in public and in private

in private though, he’d routinely kiss your knuckles if you were holding his hand because oh boy!! he hasn’t reminded you that he’s thinking abt you in a couple minutes he doesn’t want you to forget

takes candid pictures of you ((does yedam have a phone yet sodfbdi)) and has a folder of them in his phone that he looks at when he misses you

has a picture of you as his lock-screen too

all of your friends are like ‘??? where tf did you find him??? he’s so Good???’

and tbh you honestly don’t know. like. he’s like ridiculously perfect in a relationship. you feel like something bad was gonna have to happen because it just doesn’t feel like he can be real

if you ever wore his clothes, he’d freak out so much because !!! wow that’s his baby!! and he’d think you looked so cute. he’d like ‘wowie picture time :,)’

ok and full offence his favourite types of kisses ever are forehead kisses. you have like fifty (50) forehead kisses every hour because you do anything and his first reaction is “you know what you deserve for that? a kiss!”

but he’d be too shy to initiate kissing you on the Lips for quite a while lol

even after you’ve had your first kiss he’d be a little nervous about because it still makes him blush afterwards

so forehead kisses are an easy alternative ((even if you’re taller than him. he’s not afraid to lean up to kiss your forehead. he’s a bad bitch.))

also for a while after your first kiss (which again, he’d make romantic and extra) he’d always ask before kissing you like that because he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable with him

and. tbh. arguments with yedam just seem literally impossible to picture? the boy is so fuckign nice and sweet and considerate that he’d struggle to argue with you….

i mean when he gets in bad moods it’s mostly because he’s tired or stressed and he’s already gone off in length about how wants to be with you when he feels like that so he just seeks you out to be like ‘it’s your favourite boy and he’s in need of Affection :-///’

and he doesn’t really get angry,,,, he gets frustrated but you can never really make him angry and + why would you try to, u know

if you snap at him, it just upsets him because he’ll think he’s annoyed you or done something wrong, he isn’t gonna argue with you about it

he honestly just hates, hates, hates arguments and tries so hard to avoid them at all costs, even if he’d end up not voicing something because he’d be worried it would cause you to get angry with him

you’d notice this though!! and always try to remind him that he has to tell you things and if he communicates it with you like he always does you’re not gonna be angry with him over it!!

and, like everything else, he works? and puts serious, genuine effort into making sure he does this.

after dating him for a while, he’d probably notice little behaviours like his own more ‘negative’ ones in you sometimes and he’d talk to you about them to so you could work on them!!!

everyone around would think your relationship when you first started dating was impressive, but it just…keeps improving…it never stops getting better….

yedam also really loves just Talking about everything with you. he likes to know about what you’re thinking and what your future plans are. he likes to know about weirder things too like what your opinions on aliens and ghosts are. he just loves to sit, be really comfortable, have soft music playing, and ask you about every single thing he can think of

i think a relationship with yedam would just very quickly turn into something you could tell was never going to hurt you?

like. sure. maybe some time in the future you and yedam could break-up. you don’t want that but you understand that it happens. but you can just tell that you’re never going to regret being with him you know?

you’d probably mention that to yedam at first and i mean, he’d be glad that you knew he was never gonna be a heartbreaker for you. but he’s also :( because he doesn’t want you to ever believe that you two weren’t In It To Win ItTM

tbh you really couldn’t picture ever having a reason to break-up with yedam either because?? you just never seem to be able to get bored with him, and you ((to be honest, if you’re honest)) feel like you’re falling a bit more in love w him every day

n he’s really just your biggest fan. he just adores you so much in everything he does.

you two are attached at the hip!! if you don’t particularly want there to be time when he gives you your space then omg you’re gonna be with him pretty much 24/7

yedam, as secretly as it is, loves having his hair played with and loves playing with your hair

he tries to do something cute w it sometimes but usually he just plaits different sections together or just runs his fingers through it really

also, yedam, cuddling enthusiast, remains the almost completely consistent little spoon

he is babey!! he loves being curled up next to you and feeling all warm n safe!! especially adores when he gets to wrap himself up in a blanket and be cuddled by you bc he feels like he’s on a cloud :,((

side note: if you give him nose kisses while he does this. he’ll just combust. he genuinely cannot handle the Feelings.

the only time he isn’t a little spoon is when you two are like. lazily cuddling when watching tv. he’ll just have his arm draped around you so you can have your face smooshed against his chest

also, don’t test him. if you’re sprawled across the sofa and he wants a cuddle and you won’t move. he’ll just lay on you. what r u gonna do about it other than move so he’s the little spoon again? nothing!

i think. i should stop here before i Go Off too much about what dating yedam would be like so hmmm

to summarise, i think any relationship with him would really just be the purest softest most healing experience there is?

and it’s so detached from reality too because he’s genuinely just such a good person,,, no one understands how he’s just so pure,,, and too good for this whole world,,, pls treat this boy Right it’s all he deserves

#hi bang yedam has my heart #ygtblbr #ygtb scenarios #ygtb imagines #ygtb reactions #yg treasure box reactions #yg treasure box imagines #yg treasure box scenarios #bang yedam #yedam scenarios

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two-in-one-skele · 7 years

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Heeeeey, another drabble! Basically, I thought about how would Gill react to Yumi not only dating, but also another version of one of his past self. So it made get some inspiration to write this drabble over here about Gill still trying to get over his past with Yumi, despite forgiving her about it.

Anyway, enjoy!

Gill was starting to get worried.

He had been waiting for almost 15 minutes now and Yumi still wasn’t in sight. He had waited in front of her downstairs door, just in case she had something to do that took longer than expected. He even teleported inside, to make sure she just didn’t here him buzzing on the doorbell. But, no matter how much he called for her, she did not answer. He also tried calling her, but it never answered. He even texted her every five minutes, but she still wouldn’t answer and it was not marked as “Read”. Where was she!? He was starting to get impatient.

He tried texting her one more time, if she did not answer he will have to start looking for her. Thankfully, not to long after, she finally texted him back.

[ TXT ]: Sorry Gill! I was with a friend! I’m on my way, I’ll be there in about five minutes. I’m really sorry!

At least she was okay, that’s was what he was worried about the most, after all. She probably didn’t pay attention to the time. He couldn’t really blame her, it was very normal. Even he does that with Rony, sometimes.

Either way, he waited for about seven minutes instead of five. But, it was fine, he didn’t expect her to arrive exactly five minutes either. Despite being impatient, he managed to put it aside and wait. He could see her in the distance, running towards his direction, looking out of breath. When she finally reached him, she was panting heavily.

*You okay? You didn’t have to run like that. “I-I’m… fine… thanks. I just… didn’t want to…” she tried to talk, despite panting. *Okay, okay, just breathe. You don’t need to worry about that. It’s fine. He reassures her, so she could catch her breath. “O-okay…”

She took a moment to catch her breath. He wondered if she ran from all the way from her friend to here, but be didn’t want to ask, he might scold her for it. Thankfully, though, she did not, however, the bus stop was pretty far away from her house and because she missed the bus she did run from the stop to her house. After finally starting to breathe normally, she speaks up again.

“A-anyway, sorry I’m late! I-I kinda… didn’t pay attention to the time… s-sorry.” she apologized again, quickly searching for her keys. *It’s fine, Yumi. I’m not angry, am I? he asked rhetorically. “N-no, but…”

There was a pause. If he had eyebrows one would be raised curiously. Yumi was acting a little strange, she seemed nervous, more so than usual. Not to mention shyer. He thought of jokingly asking if she suddenly fell for him, today, but that would be a bit inappropriate. Besides, he knows very well that’s not the case. He hesitates to ask as he watched her finally finding her keys and unlocking her door.

*Did somethin’ happen, Yumi? You look a bit flustered. he chuckles. “W-what!? N-no, nothing happened!” she nervously denies.

An obvious lie, no one would’ve believed it with a reaction like that. He suspects that it might have something to do with the friend she was with earlier. He doesn’t think anything bad happened, but he was curious. Who wouldn’t be? However, before he could even ask her, he was caught off by her.

“C-come on! We can talk inside!” she pushes him to go upstairs, shouting. *Okay, okay! You don’t need to push me. he chuckles.

Despite not looking at her, he could hear her sigh behind him. Now, he’s seriously getting really curious.

They talked for a while, about nothing and everything. How they were doing in life, things that happened when they were away from each other and what friends they made along the way. Of course, the conversation had to derive to talking about Rony. They were mutual friends and Yumi became friends with her after her horrid accident that caused her to lose one of her ribs. That particular topic was skimmed over quickly, as they both felt nothing but disgust and wrath for the being that did this. They didn’t want to bring the mood down. But Gill didn’t want it to go on about his stupid crush for her either!

*Come on! cAN WE NOT TALK ABOUT REALLY EMBARRASSIN’ SHIT! “Aheheehehahah! But, it’s fun, though! You’re all blue!” she giggles. *HHHHH! You did on purpose didn’t you? “Yep! But, seriously, though, tell me when! And how! And why!” *Nooo… he whines. “Yeeeees!” she laughs. *Hhhhhhh… fine, but… to be honest, I’m not sure when or how… for the why well… hhhhhh. he was too embarrassed to finish.

There was a pause. He couldn’t look at her when he was talking but, he took a glace at her when he paused and regretted it immediately. She had an enthusiastic smile, excitement and loud curiosity was oosing out of her face. That child-like excitement, it’s been a long time since he hasn’t seen that. He had to hold back a smile, however, his even deeper flush could not be avoided. She, of course, noticed his reaction but, not for the right reasons. She thought he was just being a huge dork because his obvious crush.

*… W-Why do you even want to know, anyway? he asks, before saying what she wanted to hear. “Because! It’s-… I-I um…”

There was a brief pause, as she shyly scratches the back of her head, realizing what she was about to say kinda sounded embarrassing. However, the hesitation didn’t last long and she gave him a warm smile.

“I-I’m just… really happy that you found someone else. That you got over me… and forgave me too.”

Why did it hurt when she said that? He felt like his soul was twisting a bit.

“I-I was… I was scared that… t-that I-I ruined… e-everything for you. Because I did something so… h-hurful… e-even if I d-didn’t mean to… I-I’m sorry…”

She started sniffling a little, tears started to swell up and fall. It broke his soul to see her like this, still regretful for what she did, despite them having a long talk about it and him completely getting over it. He wanted to reach out to her.

*… Yumi- “I-I’m fine, I’m fine. S-sorry…” she apologizes again, wiping her tears. *No, don’t be. Listen, it’s fine, okay? You don’t need to worry about that anymore. Besides, I’ve done way more stupider shit than you to Rony and I still don’t understand how she still puts up with me. he chuckles.

She chuckles a bit too. However, he thought she was laughing at his semi-joke, when, in reality, it was because “If only he knew”.

*Tell you what… I’ll answer all of your questions, if you tell me what happened with that “friend” of yours. he grins. “W-what??” she almost shouted, bursting red.

He laughed, with only that reaction, he could definitely confirm that her “friend” was indeed the cause of her being strangely flustered, earlier.

*So…? Is that a deal? he grins. “… W-why… why are y-you so suddenly interested in my love-life a-anyway?” *So, you’re datin’? he leans in, his grin wider.

Her eyes widened out of shock and her expression immediately turned into regret. She was even redder than before, covering her mouth. Her and her big mouth. Stupid, stupid! At, this point she didn’t have any choice but to reveal everything.

“W-Well, a-actually, we haven’t exactly dated yet… w-we just confessed… t-today.” she explained. *… Ooh. That explains a lot. “Y-yeah…” *So… what’s he like? he asks, genuinely curious. “U-um… w-well…”

She briefly explain, with a lot of hesitation, how much of a dork Swap was. He was a huge nerd, overall sweet guy and pretty cute too, being so short kind of boosts this fact. Howerver, she knew he could be pretty sarcastic, overconfident and sassy, at times. He has a lot of issues and things he regrets doing too but, above it all, he tries his best to improve. That’s what she loves the most about him.

“Aaah! I-I r-really ranted to much! S-sorry! That w-was really e-embarrassing…” she hid her face with her hand, completely red. *Eheheh, that’s fine. Why did it hurt so much? It didn’t help that this all seemed somehow familiar, like he knew someone or… something similar to how she described him. However, he managed to hide his emotions with a smile.

*But… this kinda sounds familiar. “It does? Maybe you-”

Oh, fuck. She just remembered. This was why she didn’t want to talk about it in the first place! Swap is-… he’s-

“Shit… I-I just remembered… p-please don’t be mad, o-okay?” *…? Why would I be mad? he tilts his head. “B-Because I-… S-Swap, he’s-…” *He’s…? “…”

This was only making him worry even more. At first, he thought maybe she was overreacting but, now he thought that maybe he might actually get mad. He didn’t want to push her for an answer, however, as she seemed to already be gathering her courage to do so.

“He’s… f-from an a-alternate universe… h-he’s a Sans… I-I’m sorry.”

Upon hearing those words, it echoed endlessly in his mind, causing him to feel nautiously dizzy. It was both our of anger and the actual side effect it caused every time someone would utter either or “their” names. Sure, he didn’t sound like the Sans “they” knew, not Gaster or even just G, himself, but… He couldn’t help but feel almost… betrayed or replaced. Seeing that he looked very out of it, she tried to reach out for him.

“G, a-are you-” *Don’t touch me!

He got up from the sofa, both avoiding and pushing her hand away.

He wanted to leave. Before he lashed out, before he lost his composure. Despite feeling almost enraged and hurt, he didn’t want to do the same thing he did with Rony.

He wanted to leave. He started heading for the door, she didn’t even stop him, she didn’t even say anything. However, he could hear her trying not to make a sound, as she started to cry silently. She knew it would’ve hurt him, she deserved this, didn’t she? She was a horrible friend, always ruining things between them, wasn’t she? However, a sniffle and a sob escaped her mouth. He stopped his tracks, halfway opening the door.

*… I don’t hate you, okay? I just… I need some time to think... I’m sorry.

He closed the door behind him, teleporting back to his apparment. He wasn’t going to do anything for the rest of the day. Maybe tomorrow too, depending on how he feels by then. Why couldn’t he just have normal friendships with no drama?

#drabble #drawn-to-space #g!sans #gill sans #yumi kizui #angst

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