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gglitch1dd · 1 month

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Glitch, I have a few things to say.. I am COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH YOUR WRITING! *most especially, DILF Izu!

And major question, Is Inko still alive in the Cheating DILF Izuku universe? If so, Would she be able to figure out what the Number 1 couples' situation is?? Maybe she would start noticing the signs? Am seriously such a sucker for how you write angst! Hope you're in good health always ♡

Cheating Dilf Izuku Pt2.5

[Cheating Dilf Izuku Masterlist]

Inko is still alive!!

It's just that after the funeral and everything, Izuku and reader were rather hesitant to accept her help because they didn't want to not be able to do it on their own (they couldn't). And Inko does see it and notices it.

Inko and her son are very close but so is Reader and Inko too. She notices that the couple stops talking about one another, she notices that the boys seem rather on edge and she notices that you both look drained. She notices and she really does want to to do something.

"Okaasan, I have no idea what you're talking about." Izuku stated as he held his phone to his ear as he organised the laundry as he sat on the floor in the laundry room.

"Izuku, I'm smarter than you give me credit for. I know something's wrong." She said gently but still stern. "All I'm saying is, you can bring the boys to me and I can take care of them for a week. You and Y/N can go and spend some time together. Like you used to."

Izuku paused as he held a pair of mismatched socks. His mother wasn't entirely wrong. You and him did use to go on little mini vacations together. Usually not spanning more than a weekend every six or so months where you would just spend time as a couple. It was something you both always looked forward to, despite loving your boys to bits.

Often than not there was a resort in Okinawa that the both of you loved to go to, just the two of you. But it had bene just more than a year since you last went, especially since you were both supposed to go five months ago but Lord knows that didn't happen.

Izuku sighed as he set down the socks he had in his hands. "I don't know. Okaasan." He let out with a sigh. "Y/N and I... we just... I don't think she'd want to go."

"Stuff and nonsense, Izu. Why wouldn't she? I know how much she knows you adore her."

That was painful. Izuku bit back a grimace as he sighed. He leaned back, surrounded by laundry baskets that were labeled for each boy. He looked over to one that stayed filed up at the top away from sight. A label on it that read a single name. Shoyo.

"Okaasan..." He whispered as he looked up at the basket. "I really messed up." He said quietly. "I... I don't think things will ever be the same."

Inko was silent for a moment before a small sigh left her mouth. "Izuku, I won't lie to you and say that you're wrong. You're right. It won't ever be the same. Losing a child is an unbearable sort of pain that hurts more than anything imaginable." Izuku closed his eyes not wanting to think about it. "And I wish I could say that it doesn't change things. It does. However, we can only pick up the pieces and try to make life a little bit better. Talk about this to her and see what she says. I think it would be good for the both of you if you got away for a while."

Izuku was silent for a moment as he thought about it. He let out a sigh as he leaned back for a moment. There was no harm in asking and the worst you could say was no...

Actually he was wrong. The worst you could say would probably make him feel like a damn fool and no would be the best thing you could say.

But if he wanted to win his wife back... He'd have to try everything he had until his last breath.

He sighed. "Fine. Fine, I'll talk to her."

He heard some giggles on the otherside of the line before a happy laugh. "Izu you won't regret it! I can't wait to see my grandbabies again!"

Izuku raised an eyebrow as he put the socks in the washing machine like he was doing previously. "Is this you trying to help my marriage or you having an excuse to see the boys?"

"... both." He could hear her smile and it made him laugh.

After finishing with the laundry, Izuku mustered up the courage to walk into your bedroom. You were laying in bed with your laptop in front of you while Koda took a nap beside you. The little four year old held onto your arm in his sleep as you typed away on your laptop. A bunny sitting at the foot of your bed.

Izuku closed the door behind him as he kept himself a good distance away from you, not wanting to overstep. "Y/N."

"Hm?" You didn't look up at him as you kept busy at whatever you were doing. Before, you used to always pause and listen to whatever he had to say. But then again, that was when he deserved it.

"How about we go to Okinawa?"

The question made you freeze. Your eyes flicked up from your laptop before you slowly turned to look up at him. Your eyes slowly went into a glare. "To do what?" You asked, not hostility in your voice but apprehension.

"You know, just..." He shrugged. "We could spend some time there, you and me. We haven't gone in a while and I think it would be nice." You stayed silent as you just watched him. He felt nervous at your eyes on him like that. He took a step forward. "Just after our holiday with the boys and everyone, we could... if you want."

You stared at him for another minute. You then let out a scoff and turned back to continue whatever it was you were doing on your laptop. You continued to type as you kept your eyes on the screen in front of you.

Izuku let out a quiet sigh, not exactly surprised. His shoulders dropped as he turned to head to the shower.

"I'll think about it."

The sound of your voice made him freeze in place. He turned back to look at you but you continued to type away, ignoring him otherwise.

That was enough to make him smile, knowing that you gave him just a lick of hope was enough to make him happy with your answer.

-Glitch1d

#midoriya x reader angst #izuku midoriya x reader #mha x y/n #bnha #deku x reader #dilf izuku midoriya #dilf midoriya #dilf deku #dilf mha #izuku midoria x reader #midoriya izuku #bnha midoriya #midoriya izuku angst #izuku midoriya

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pareidoliaonthemove · 2 months

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The Ice Child

The media had gone wild.

Jeff Tracy understood – even while he did not appreciate – the nature of the fame beast. And his family’s tragedy had all the ingredients of a media sensation: successful, famous, newly rich father, luxury holiday, small children, death, and scenic backdrops of snow-covered mountains.

So he understood that there would be no escaping or appeasing the media frenzy, all they could do was try to ignore the flashing lights and shouted questions. Unfortunately, almost all of his family – himself included – had had moments where it had all gotten too much, and the vultures got the reactions they wanted.

Almost all his family.

Virgil hadn’t spoken a word since Jeff had dug him, more dead than alive, out of the snow and his dead mother’s embrace.

That was three weeks ago.

Virgil had been cleared of all physical injuries within a week, and they had been allowed to travel home, his wife in a simple wooden casket strapped down in the baggage hold of the private jet Jeff had chartered for their return journey.

It took another week for the appropriate paperwork to be completed, and arrangements to be made for the funeral, a simple private graveside ceremony photographed for the world to see by unscrupulous paparazzi despite the best efforts of the local community.

The long-lens zoomed in photo of Virgil standing next to Jeff before the grave, staring completely void of expression, and Jeff’s hand on his shoulder graced nearly every newspaper, tabloid magazine and television report and talkshow.

The media gleefully reported Virgil as ‘brain damaged’, ‘catatonic’, or ‘traumatised beyond hope of recovery’, but hastily arranged medical assessments showed the boy was physically fine, and it was too early to call him traumatised, a sympathetic child psychologist told him that Virgil was still trying to process what had happened.

She was starting towards getting him back to a communicative state, only then would they be able to discover exactly how badly he had been affected.

Part of Jeff dreaded it.

Right now it felt, though it might be the beer talking, as if he was waiting to find out if his son had really survived the avalanche.

He had a dim memory of a story he’d heard or read as a child, about fairies swapping babies with wrapped up lumps of coal, magicked to look and act like a real child. The coal baby stayed with the human parents, while the fairies took the real child away with them. After a time, the fairies came back, and if the parents had been good and kind, their child was returned, full of the wisdom and graces of the fairylands. If the parents had been cruel or neglectful, their real child was lost to them forever, and the spell on the coal collapsed, leaving the wicked parents with a cradle of coal and sorrows.

That’s what this felt like. As though he had taken from his wife’s frozen death bed a cocoon of ice and snow in the shape of their son. And now he was awaiting judgement; waiting for the ice to thaw and the cocoon to open and from it would emerge …

What?

His son?

Or the coal and sorrow that condemn him as an unfit parent?

Notes:

Febuwhump Day 16 “Came Back Wrong”.

Anything about mutism as a response to trauma, etc follows story logic here. It works that way, because I say it does in the story world. My apologies to anyone who actually knows about this this and should they wish to share information, I will happily learn.

The standard disclaimers, I do not own Thunderbirds, either the Original Series, the Movies (both Supermarionation and Live Action), or the Thunderbirds Are Go Series. (Although I do own copies on DVD.)

I do not do this for money, but for my own (in)sanity and entertainment.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 1965 #jeff tracy #virgil tracy #after the avalanche #fanfic #my fanfic #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday16 #grief

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possumkingluca · 11 months

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dumb quotes from the strixhaven and now homebrewed after graduation campaign i'm in that i think about a lot with context only when it's necessary (and some from the campaign groupchat and conversations i have had with other members or the DM): "If you don't make a move I'll date him" (the person saying this had a boyfriend.) "Taste the rainbow bitch"

"I BECAME A ROTISSERIE CHICKEN" "FUCK YOU MELENTOR" "I hope the latex gets caught in your throat" "I wish my biological parents ate me" "A necromancer never dies" (right before dying) "I HAVE A PIPE BOMB" "We're going to drag Grayson out of his office by his ankles" (right before finding him tied up in a closet and finding out he has been being tortured for SIX FUCKING MONTHS) "I want to crack Grayson's spine like a glowstick" (Unrelated to previous quote and also completely unprompted) "That is NOT a kobold, that is john from lit 101" "Just pocket change to you guys" (1,000 PLATINUM???) "Go play with your boy toy of a lizard" "Stop running away and give me a fair fight" (person saying this literally was incapable of taking damage. I am not exaggerating. we had no other choice than to run away like sissy little babies because WE COULD NOT DAMAGE HIM.) "YOU LEFT ME IN THE SAND"

"Should've put it in a wig" (zombie) "He's gonna call me a whole swear word :(" "Mr. Alex I don't feel so good" (while becoming a rock) "You'll never amount to anything" (uncalled for)

"Not if i'm fast enough" (frequent) "Stop bullying the blind guy" (FREQUENT) "The seahorse fortnite dances" "WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE A DISEASED MR BEAN" "We need to take away this guy's balls" "You forgot Alex's half shaven beard" "Get out of my house" (frequent) "Slaad jerky" "Teeth chandelier" "Aero works on something with Nora, Alex has a heartwarming moment, Alok.. cuts his hand open, AND RAMPART'S GOING TO WAR." "Friendship ended with KACKLES Now MINA'S CREATURE FROM THE ABYSS is my best friend" "Fuck you" "I'd rather not see that" "azazel kinda hot, hopefully quentillius's type" "🤨" "YOU ARE NOT TAXIDERMYING AN ENTIRE ADULT DRAGON AND PUTTING IT ON MY HOUSE" "Funeral Outfit" "You look drop dead gorgeous" (actual compliment) "Don't patronize me." "We're just discussing how Azazel doesn't have any friends" "OH GODS HE WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE FROGS" "FOR GRANDMAAAAAAAAAA" "STOP MAKING DRAZHOMIR CRY" (FREQUENT) "...do you think quentillius would care if I trashed his dorm and left a puddle of blood on the carpet?" "YEAH?" "Quenzazel" "you are not supposed to encourage this" "You want to kiss him ON THE LIPS" "Aurora's the only one who won't psychoanalyze me" "I WANT MY FRIENDS BACK" "Is this Rampart's friend?" "NO" "He's fine-" "Oh thank god" "But-" "NO." "Don't eat it" (frequent) "I have interacted with Larine like 4 times and we are best friends" "I almost died saving a man I knew for 5 minutes" "Me and Urzmaktok are out of a job! :D Strixhaven shut down! :D" i will add more. that is a threat.

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #d&d #strixhaven a curriculum of chaos #strixhaven dnd #strixhaven #dnd quotes #this campaign is going to be the death of me #got some obscure ones on there #some of these I forgot about #most are from the actual campaign #a good chunk from discord messages #and a few from actual in person conversations #help us!#also why are so many of these bullying my character (azazel)#or quentillius #the dm will see this #and i will be bullied

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remycroft · 6 months

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Cross my Heart, Hope you die || Heimdall (GoW) X Reader

Prologue

I woke up to the sound of Chaurli lifting himself and my mother coming through. I left my room immediately and was shocked when I saw a dead body in her arms. She looked heartbroken, nevermind, heartbroken wasn't the correct term. She looked completely destroyed. Was this Baldur in her arms?

I had never met my half-brother, only heard of him constantly. My mother wanted him to come back to us, for us to be a family here, in Midgard. She wanted me to meet him, I suppose now I was. "Is this who I think it is?"

"It is. But he's gone, taken from me, from us." She spoke, stifling her tears, her voice was breaking.

"By whom?"

"Kratos, that monster snapper his neck. and Atreus, I constantly told him to tell his father to stop but he wouldn't, then he made him vulnerable, took away the enchantment." Atreus couldn't be part of this, he was good. I had met him a few times, he was a sweet, innocent boy. His father was a mystery to me, he was a foreigner, obviously, and he was protective over his son but that's pretty much all I could gather from him. He was a true stoic. "Atreus surely couldn't have done this." I say gesturing to the cold body now laid on our kitchen table. "He helped his father, he will be given some mercy but his father will not." Her voice was no longer broken, it was angry, distant, cold. It wasn't the voice of the loving mother I had known, it was the grieving one I was about to

"What does 'some mercy' mean?" This seemed unlike my mother, she wouldn't hurt a fly, she quite literally couldn't, after what Odin did to her. "He will be offered a quick death." Shit.

"You can't even hurt them, your curse." I remind her, "Let me take care of that, you will go out of the protection stave," What? She was actually allowing me to leave, I had been told not to, the stave was the only thing protecting me from Odin. He wanted my mother alone and in despair, I stopped that.

"While I break these curses, you will tell other mortals that Kratos is the cause of Fimbulwinter and killing him will stop it." Fimbulwinter had started? I looked outside the window, it truly was snowing. It was snowing quite heavily, as well. So what happens next? Ragnarok, the great battle where so many people die and the nine realms are forged a new.

I nod, I didn't know Kratos well but I cared for Atreus. I doubt the mortals can harm them though, they were strong, powerful, true warriors. I doubt the mortals could leave a scratch on them.

"Now, we need to build a funeral pyre. He would want an Aesir funeral." The thought made me want to throw up, I didn't care for the Aesir, in fact I hated all of them. Like I said, Odin wanted my mother alone and in despair, so he had my father killed before I was born, I also hated him for what he did to her, at least I was there to take care of her. My mother missed her home, missed everything Odin had taken from her, including my dad. I had been there when she broke, she still does sometimes, and I'm always there telling her that everything will be okay. I sometimes asked her to leave the stave so I could try, she said it was too dangerous.

The pyre was built. My mother had wrapped his body up in cloth and laid it on the funeral pyre, "Are you sure Atreus can't be spared?" I ask her, "He's only a kid." Her face softened, "I'll think about it, for you. I don't want to lose another child because of my bad parenting." So she wasn't angry at Kratos entirely, it was herself too. "Your not a bad parent, look at me, I'm fine."

"But he's not, he is dead, just like the norns had said. I drove him away because I was scared to lose him. Now it's happened and I have now lost so many centuries with my son." But those lost centuries gave her me, wasn't that a good thing in all the bad?

I went out of the stave for the first time, the week after, alone. My mother had gone off to find Sigrun and help her break the curses placed on her.

I found Midgard, empty, desolate. Mortals did exist here didn't they? It was nice to have some independence. I had been trained and protected by mother for the one hundred and seventeen years I had lived, it was nice to not be under her wing for at least a few moments.

I found a camp of people, they were huddled in a cave, it was nice and warm, they seemed kind. Maybe I could make a friend? Since I have now lost Atreus.

How naive could I get? Friends are not what you need when you're facing the gods damn apocalypse.

Hi, I hope you enjoyed this. I originally started this on AO3 but wanted to move it to Tumblr.

I started it September 2nd after writing it once and then hated it for how fast paced it was so you may have read it already.

#heimdall x reader #heimdall gow #heimdall #gow ragnarok #god of war ragnarok

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aftgficrec · 2 years

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Helloooo

How are yall I hope you're fine and stuff

So, can you give me your best childhood friends to lovers/best friends to lovers andreil fics

Shyxyxydjd

Thank you

Oh, these two with the pining and obliviousness…sigh. This is andreil friends to lovers; check out the previous recs for more + childhood and high school ftl and also enemies to lovers. On a different note, also try our strangers to lovers tag, because friendship often nestles quietly in between. -A

most recent previous recs:

andreil childhood friends to lovers here

andreil high school friends to lovers here

andreil enemies to lovers 2 here

also see:

new andreil friends to lovers here

Andreil roommates/pining here

BFFs Andreil with pining here

internet friends here

fics like ‘A Different Matter’ here

andreil roommates + pining here

friends/enemies with benefits here

friends with benefits to lovers here

we’ve been dating all along?! here

long cute fake dating here

‘lightning rod’ and ‘you are my morphine…’ here

‘Tales from a Quirky Small Town’ series here

‘Tonight (I Wish I Was Your Boy)’ here

‘Revelation’ here

‘Maybe you’ll be coming over again’ series here

‘definitely something’ here

‘Nine Weddings and No Funerals,’ ‘we're just strangers,’ and ‘The Bokeh Effect’ here

‘pull me closer (and hold me in your arms),’ ‘christmas in a place called home,’ ‘tis the season to be folly,’ and ‘hard candy christmas’ here

‘Take This Heart (Put Yourself In It)’ here

‘cape anywhere’ and ‘Friday Night Big Screen’ here

‘bloom (just for you)’ here

‘monsters at night’ and ‘band aid on a broken heart’ here

‘every kind of way’ here

‘playing dead’ here

‘corresponding shapes’ here

‘Cutting Ties’ (updated) here

‘does the dog die at the end?’ here (completed)

‘The Game is True Columbia,’ ‘never stood a chance,’ ‘Bad Habits,’ and ‘You've Begun to Feel Like Home’ here

‘Now I See Daylight’ here (updated)

‘12 Ways to Woo a Minyard’ here

‘Pinch of Salt.’ and ‘under the kitchen lights (you still look like dynamite)’ here

‘dirty little secret’ series here

‘Foxhole Paper Company’ series here

‘better than nothing,’ ‘Just learning how to know your mind,’ and ‘He's such a surreal Phenomenon’ here

‘hold on to let go’ here

‘quicksand’ and ‘A world alone’ here

‘Flavors of Fall’ here

‘Haunted: Not Clickbait’ here

‘Here Comes the Sun’ and ‘Lately I been, I been losing sleep’ here

‘Eighteen Wheels And Three Beating Hearts’ here

‘Die Young’ here

You are in love by freshtaylorswiftduck [Rated G, 5199 Words, Complete, 2022]

Getting drunk, as it turns out, was a horrible idea.

The plan was never for Neil to realize he's completely and utterly in love with his best friend.

or: Neil wants to get drunk for the first time in his life, and realizes his true feelings.

tw: alcohol

“Mis-match“ (Jigsaw Puzzle Remix) by JostenlovesMinyard [Rated T, 1980 Words, Complete, AFTG Remix 2022]

Andrew and Neil become friends after a chance meeting on the roof.

Their friends seem to think it’s their right to be involved in their lives whether they like it or not.

NB: Based on ‘Mis-Match’ by doodlingstuff, recced here

It is useless to curse the wind. by gives_you_hell [Rated T, 13526 Words, Incomplete, Updated May 2022]

Looking back, his escape was like fifty percent luck, not that he usually had much of a plan, since things never went the way he wanted; but this time luck played in his favor. And apparently now he has run out of it. It had been too good for too long. He found himself in some back road, honestly he wasn’t really sure where, the spell was done with desperation and not much thought.

In which Neil is his chaotic self, Andrew is in love and Kevin just wants to practice in peace. And everyone has magic for some reason.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse

Confusion, my middle name. by voidsdivine [Rated T, 3009 Words, Complete, 2022]

Andrew’s jaw clenches tight with annoyance every time he glances at Kevin. Neil is too -unsurprisingly- injured to ask why. He just wants to be with Andrew.

Wait.

He wants to be with Andrew.

Shit.

-Or-

Five times Andrew thinks Kevin is not a very good boyfriend, plus one time he finds out why.

It's You by 100SleeplessNights [Rated G, 1189 Words, Complete, 2022, Locked]

Andrew asks Neil if he can kiss him and Neil can't say yes because he doesn't just have feelings for Andrew but also for someone he is talking to online.

Take me home to you series by 5a5b5p5 [Rated T/M, Collection, Updated Aug 2021]

Part 1: Take Me Home [T, 9289 Words, Complete, Aftg Mixtape]

Neil and Andrew are online best friends who have never progressed past talking in voice calls. Despite being an ocean apart, Neil wants nothing more than to go home to Andrew.

tw: implied/referenced abuse

Part 2: To You [M, 4555 Words, Complete]

Finally, after so many years of pining and waiting and sleepless nights, Neil had finally gotten to hug Andrew at the airport.

Or: Neil finally arrives home to Andrew, and is having trouble processing the fact that he’s not just a screen anymore.

you lay me down by capsize (copenhagenborn) [Rated T, 3554 Words, Complete, 2021]

Andew and Neil go on a date.

You're hot, Neil by neilstriker [Rated T, 3127 Words, Complete, AFTG Summer Exchange 2021]

Neil has a crush on his roommate/best friend Andrew but he is stupid and thinks Andrew isn't interested. Yall know exactly how this is going to go.

better together by melopeya [Rated T, 7774 Words, Complete, 2020]

Andrew Minyard was content building up his fashion TikTok (@ajm, to you) and silently lurking on exy TikTokker @njexy33’s page until their paths unexpectedly crossed. One collaboration turned into a friendship that Andrew never saw coming… and maybe even more.

Or, a TikTok AU that has very little to do with TikTok and a lot more to do with two boys falling in love, as per usual.

Of Stars and Stories by loveandwarandmagick [Not Rated, 5514 Words, Complete, 2020]

Andrew is an English major coming down from his drugs, spending his nights on the rooftop while everyone's asleep. What he suspected was a hallucination, a side-effect, follows him up there, and doesn't disappear even after he gets sober.

This is troubling. It's even more troubling that Neil wants to listen to him. The worst part is probably that Andrew finds himself wanting - the truth, to give his own, to see if Neil wants more than that.

Or, the non-mafia au where the only impending doom is the height of the roof, and the fact that talking to Neil makes him feel like he's standing at the edge of the drop.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced child abuse

Survivor by 6_impossiblethings [Rated G, 18868 Words, Complete, 2020]

Outwit. Outplay. Outlast.

Neil and his other castaway mates have spent 20 days competing so far the become the sole survivor. Finally joining up with the other competitors, Neil has to rely on his alliance with Andrew now more than ever before. With new players wanting to make deals, will Neil stay loyal to the Monster Alliance? Or will he go on his own to be the sole survivor?

tw: implied/referenced abuse

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jancys-blue-bayou · 2 years

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The fact that people forgave both boys in ST1 and didn’t bring it up until ST2 shows it’s just a way to prop up Steve. If we’re going to get into details, Nancy looked uncomfortable half the time Steve kissed her in ST1. He barges in her room when she tells him no and doesn’t stop trying to get in her pants until she physically pushes him away in episode one. When she does let him, she’s very back and forth about it and looks disappointed after. This is before he spies on and slutshames her.

Yeah, people forget that Steve was a huge dick for for most of s1, his heel face turn, which was a huge turning point for the character comes LATE in the season. Now people act like he was always a *precious woobie* which is also detrimental to Steve bc then you forgot that he had any character development. In s1 before Steve randomly decides he's had enough with being an asshole together with his asshole friends he:

Doesn't take one "No" for an answer from Nancy, she has to tell him no several times and push him away for him to stop trying to push their makeout further when she doesn't want to.

Reacts with a cold "That's depressing" when Jonathan puts up Will's missing poster.

Goes to sleep right after some clearly underwhelming sex, forcing Nancy to go home alone in the middle of the night.

Next morning kind of gaslights Nancy when she tells him she feels like everyone's looking at her, like everyone knows they had sex, he blows her off, denies saying anything, says she's imagining. Then at lunch Tommy and Carol obviously know and LOUDLY mock Nancy for it and Steve doesn't do anything to stop them, he just sits there with a self-satisfied smirk.

Is a macho posturing jerkass when he confronts Jonathan about the photos, doesn't let Nancy have any agency in the matter and just freaks her out by acting disturbingly menacing to Jonathan.

When Nancy tells him how worried she is about Barb disappearing he completely blows her off and is only concerned about his parents finding out about the party and asks her to hide that from the police.

He goes to apologize to Nancy, and asks her if she's heard from Barb – good, yay Steve! Then he tries to talk Nancy into going to the movies that night and gets pouty when she blows him off. Which like, fine his "take your mind off it" intentions are good but honestly kind of weird, like he ofc doesn't know what Nancy's up to then with monster hunting, but from his pov Nancy just got home from a funeral and her best friend is missing, idk if I'd be like "hey let's go see a movie" and then be like :(( when the girl says no.

He's a peeping Tom looking through Nancy's bedroom window. And for the grave crime of... having Jonathan sit next to her on the bed, comfortingly putting a sweater over her shoulders, he feels in the right to go slutshame her all over town.

He again acts disturbingly menacing, towering over Nancy, getting in her face, daring her to "finish the sentence" in a disturbing voice, tells her to go to hell.

Instigates the fight with Jonathan by pushing him from behind and telling him the most vile, heinous shit about Jonathan and Jonathan's whole family.

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hopeamarsu · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 10: Poor Unfortunate Souls

Whumptober masterlist

Triple Frontier boys

Rating: Mature

Word count: 660

Warnings: Death, canon dead character

Summary: They will carry him down. It's their duty.

Alternate: Carried to Safety

He’s heavy and difficult to carry, even if Pope and Ironhead were able to wrap him up tight. It’s still over 200 pounds of muscle to carry down the uneven terrain that makes the mountain.

Muscle, fat, bones, and everything else that makes a man a man, apart from his soul. As the story goes, a soul leaves the body at the time of death so it can be free and rest. But the physical that stays behind has to be looked after by others.

Frankie stumbles a little when going over the rocks, holding onto Tom’s legs while Santiago and Will carry him side by side on the front. They make a solemn funeral escort, carrying their Captain down a mountain. Some might say it's an honorable thing, but for Frankie, it’s duty. A duty he will not deviate from, even if the rocks underneath his tired legs make it hard to complete.

“You good?” Ironhead asks, keeping his eyes front and stepping over a small hole in the mountain. They’ve been at this for hours already, taking turns with the places and stumbling their way down.

Towards Benny, to the promised boat and a road to freedom.

Frankie grunts as he twists his ankles to make sure nothing is broken but his voice doesn’t carry the normal lightness in it when he confirms. “I’m good. Pope?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just wonder if…” the shortest of the men drifts off, his mind clearly somewhere else. He looks out past the mountain to the greenery that was ahead of them, a faraway look on his weary face. It goes on for several minutes while they keep walking down. “You just what?” Will eventually prods, slowing his steps a little to get an answer.

“Are we risking our necks too much for this? For him I mean.” Pope nods absentmindedly at Tom’s earthly remains.

“What? What are you saying Pope?” Frankie stops in his tracks suddenly, making the others halt too. There is something dangerous in his words, something venomous and angry. He lowers Tom’s legs on the ground fast and gently, almost reverently, and his movements force Santiago and Will to follow his lead.

The pilot steps around the wrapped body and gets in the face of the man who spoke, so close their noses are almost touching. They keep looking at one another for a moment, a battle of power and leadership until Frankie speaks again.

“No man left behind. That’s the oath. We all fucking took it Pope! Don’t you dare go back on it,” He growls, the words low and menacing. His eyes are blazing with fury as he keeps staring Pope down. “We carry him out of this fucking mountain and we give his poor soul a chance to rest. We give closure to Molly and the kids. No man left behind.”

They stare at each other, locked in a battle, and Will has to calculate just how fast he can get between the men if need be, but then Pope lowers his gaze and nods his agreement. The tension that has gathered between Catfish’s shoulders loosens minutely and he nods, pushing the old ball cap from his locks and ruffling his hair before placing the hat back on his head. He nods again, before gruffly muttering out a single word.

“Good.”

He glances back to Will, silently challenging the other man to contradict his statement. But the blonde just nods his quiet approval - he feels the same as Frankie does - before taking his position by Tom’s legs.

“We will carry him to safety Frankie. Come on, Benny is waiting for us with the boat and we can all get home.”

The three men pick up their Captain once more and begin walking again. It’s a gruesome part of the job but it has to be done. Their poor unfortunate souls would never forgive them if they left Tom like they left the money behind.

#Mwhumptober #whumptober 2022 #whumptober2022 #triple frontier boys #triple frontier fanfiction #nro.10 #carried to safety #dead characters #whump #hopeamarsu #fic

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scrumptiouslyimpossiblecat · 2 years

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It was Just a Joke: A Sonamy fanfic

“Hey Cream, how’re you doing?” Sonic cheerfully greeted as he rushed by her backyard. “Fine.” Cream said flatly. “Isn’t Amy with you?” Sonic began to ask. “You don’t know?” Cream asked. “Amy’s in jail.”

Sonic’s blood grew cold. “What?” He asked. “It’s true,” Cream said, matter of factly. “Remember what happened at that moment in Babylon Garden? Not even, remember that time you were in jail, and the fight at Grand Metropolis? Some police came by and took her off to interrogate her. That girl’s done for. Honestly, considering how much you hate being around her and everything, I’d thought that—-hey, where are you going??” Sonic zoomed away from the rabbit household in deep concern. Things were about to look grim for poor Amy.

“She was clearly teasing him! Can’t you people take a joke???” “What right minded person brings up marriage on a 15 story tall building and calls that teasing???” “That’s what your kind always says, right before they get caught!” “What’s so wrong with openly showing affection? What’s so wrong with being feminine??” “When it deliberately harms everyone else, that’s what’s wrong! She’s a stalker, pure and simple! She’s a public menace, she’s a threat to society, and I have no idea why you’re defending her so much!!” “She’d literally stand by and watch the world be destroyed for a boy who doesn’t even care about her!” “Are you saying that girls need to resort to hitting people with blunt objects and threatening and bullying to get what they want?? What kind of message is that sending to our children??” “And the worse part is, Sonic constantly has to rescue her from just about everything, the girl’s borderline defenseless, and she’s openly preying on the poor boy like this.” “She is SO not a stalker, can’t you understand??” “I don’t even think she’s a hedgehog if we’re being honest, she honestly resembles a pig…”. “That dress of hers is so tacky…”. “Why does Sonic always save her???”

These were the arguments and debates Sonic observed firsthand on the news, and in the streets as he sped by to the county jail. Sonic could only look on in sorrow as the entire zone seemed to tear itself apart due to Amy’s reckless behavior, on a scale possibly even worse than when Dark Gaia tore open the planet. There were people on Amy’s side and people who were offended by her, and cared for Sonic’s well being. No side was happy. And somehow, he felt responsible for all of it.

Now, Sonic had been hit by much worse than Amy, and he understood that she was a good person, in spite of all her faults, but it would take a lot to convince the general public otherwise. Amy touched a nerve, and was about to suffer a danger that not even Sonic could possibly rescue her from: THE MAN.

Sonic asked the sheriff where Amy was. The sheriff gave Sonic a very skeptical look before showing her the holding cell. “It’s your funeral, bud,” he scoffed as he showed where she was. There she was, in an orange jumpsuit, and handcuffs, her positive and optimistic demeanor near completely erased. Her old hammer had been confiscated by the authorities. Her behavior had finally caught up to her. Her spirits began to lift when she saw him again, but looked away in sadness and fear, afraid of causing yet another uproar.

“Amy,” he said. Amy balled up and turned away. “Just Go away,” she said. “You always run off because I’m a monster, so just run off like you always do.” “But I need to talk to you,” Sonic insisted. “I need to know what’s bothering you.” “What’s it matter?” Said Amy. “That’s my job, Amy, to help others in need, people just like you, so tell me, why have you been acting up like this? You’ve been getting awfully possessive these last couple of months, you’re starving yourself, you’re threatening people left and right, Your face is all over the news, all over newspapers, and all I want to know is WHY?”

“…Cream never invited me to her birthday.” “What?” “Yeah. On her 7th birthday, everyone was invited, Tails, Knuckles, Big, Rouge, her first grade class, even Shadow, was invited, but not me. I was right outside the pizzeria when I found out.”

Sonic began to think back to the party, and the callous remarks people made at Amy’s expense. “Great party, Cream! What, Isn’t Sonic’s “girlfriend” gonna show up soon?”. “She better not,” said another student, “I heard she tried to adopt a robot, and hallucinated her own crush.” “Good thing she isn’t at this party. I don’t want her throwing a tantrum and hitting people, and beating Sonic into marriage. I can’t believe Vanilla let her babysit you, Cream.” “I think Sonic might have a phobia of pink,”. Commented another one. “That’s why he always runs off scared like that.” Sonic hesitantly laughed at their jokes, too afraid to really defend her. “I love being at a party with heroes!” Cried a kid. “Hey you know, Amy’s done some pretty awesome things too,” Sonic said. “I said REAL heroes,” the kid retorted. He then joined the other kids in beating a piñata in the appearance of Amy Rose, rather violent. “Take that, you creepy ol’ stalker!!!” Cried the boy as candy spilled out from Amy’s head, and the children gobbled it up, then tore apart the piñata for good measure, with nasty glee. Nobody was aware Amy was right outside the arcade, overhearing their disdainful jokes. It tore her from the inside out at the truth that she was not respected in the same light as her peers, not even Cream respected her, not enough to even invite her.

“And not just that,” Amy went on, “I don’t have a constant group of friends like you do. at the local gym, after boxing practice, when everyone goes home, I have to watch as many of their friends walk home together, in pairs, or In groups, either going to movies, or parties, or concerts, and nobody else ever does that with me, ever. I have to walk home alone. Nobody ever watches movies with me, nor invites me anywhere, nobody even comes to my birthday party.”

“So, now you know,”. Amy frowned as she recalled the episode. “That’s all they ever expect of me. Nobody really understands me. They trust you, they award you, they praise and respect and adore you, but never me. So, I said to myself, if the world believes and just expects me to behave like a self destructive, obnoxious, horrible fangirl, why bother being anything else?” She began to break down. “I thought by chasing you, and becoming your girlfriend, I’d finally have it all; people would finally respect me, I’d be invited to things, and I’d never be looked down upon again. Now it’s gotten to the point where Cream tries to pretend I don’t exist, and Vanilla wants to send me away to a reform school! I really never meant to harm anyone, honest. I’m sorry for hitting you all those times, before. Now look where it all got me!!” Amy sunk her huge head into her hands and cried her heart away, in remorse of her actions.

It is here that Sonic truly began to realize the importance of his presence in Amy’s life. Nobody else was willing to give her a chance otherwise, and she was suffering without him. Now that he had a better understanding of Amy’s perspective, He began to regret neglecting Amy for so long, and rushing away as soon as she approached him. As much of a handful she could be, even Sonic knew she wasn’t worth this controversy and drama, and wanted to make things better.

“I…like you,”. Sonic said. “No, you don’t.” Amy sniffled, “You’d ditch me as soon as you see my face, I’ve clobbered you so many times, so how could you—.” And that’s when Sonic hugged her. “Yes, I do,” Sonic said, his eyes looking misty. “You poor thing, don’t you know you don’t have to chase anyone to be loved and respected.” “I don’t?” She said. “No,” he said. “You shouldn’t, nobody should, And I wish I’d known what was going on with you sooner, and kept a better eye on you, then this whole mess would be prevented.” “So…you’re not mad?” “Not in the slightest,” Sonic affirmed her, as he held her hand. “There’s nothing you could do to me that would ever stop me from saving your life. Believe it or not, you’re far from the first friend who’s ever assaulted me, Knucklehead comes to mind. You’re a good person, Amy, no matter what the media or anyone else says.” “You say that, but what about everyone else?” “Anyone says otherwise, I’ll personally vouch for you,” he said. “And in fact, when this drama blows over, I’ll try to spend more time with you, so this NEVER happens again. we’re gonna get through this. I promise.” Amy tearfully smiled, reassured by her blue beau’s kind words. They were just what she needed to hear. “Really?” She squeaked. “Yeah, but no more of the creepy teasing and hammer, please. It’s done nothing but harm for everyone.”

Sonic proved even better than his word. When Amy was released, he celebrated her birthday with a private party and brought a cake. It wasn’t even her birthday, but considering who we’re talking about, this was more than a huge surprise for Amy.

At an pizzeria, a lonely Amy sat at a table at the far end of the restaurant while Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Blaze, Silver, all shared a booth at the other end. A waiter was serving drinks over where Amy was. Amy reached out for one, but the waiter rudely yanked the platter away from her and walked over to Sonic, with a biased look on his face. “Entitled pink Degenerate,” he growled under his breath. I can’t watch this anymore, Sonic thought to himself, and walked over to the waiter, and told him, “she’s with me,” pointing to Amy over at the far end. And soon, Sonic approached Amy with a couple of drinks in hand to share with her, much to the shock of everyone in the restaurant. This is OOC, why is Sonic being nice to his own stalker, he hates her, everyone whispered and gossiped. “Why not take a picture, it’ll last longer!” Sonic cried to the audience.

Sonic began to put in effort to repair their broken bond. Whenever anyone jeered and made the usual stalker criticisms, Sonic clapped right back and defended her, as any good friend would. Sonic began to walk her home from boxing practice everyday, and they watched movies together. They brushed each other’s hair, and She and Sonic began to play soccer together too. It was the least Sonic could do for her. Soon, Amy’s demeanor began to change gradually thanks to Sonic’s constant presence. She became much more humble now, more docile too. Her need to threaten the others was gone. And she felt reformed. Amy was soon approached by the other people now. Sonic himself now had a newfound sense of purpose and belonging. He truly was proud of how far Amy had come.

#Sonamy #this #is my own perspective #just speaking facts #learn to understand other people’s perspectives Amy fans #this does happen in the real world #amy rose #sonic the hedgehog #sad but true when you think about it #fanfic #spilling the tea

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jahrube · 7 months

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It’s been a while and it’s been a ride. Changed medications from Fluoxetine to Mirtazapine.

My back has been really bad recently and they’ve put me back on Gabapentin. I’m currently on 1200mg a day but need to up to 1800mg over the next 2 weeks. They also recommended Tramadol. Sigh.

Me and Tramadol have a complicated past. I used to take them for my back. It started off fine but soon I was taking one more tablet a day than recommended and then it was 2 more and 3 more and before I knew it I was buying strips from people because I’d raced through my prescription that fast. During this time I was also recreationally taking high doses of Codeine. All a very bad mix.

Whilst in the grips of Tramadol and Codeine, my Dad died. He had Dementia, had a lot of strokes, was blind and was physically disabled. We had a rough relationship. I could tell that he definitely loved me but he couldn’t treat people right. He was endlessly abusive towards my Mum and myself and she eventually left him when I was 11 after they’d had a fight over my Mum taking us to see her parents and I had called the Police. He wasn’t just vicious with his fists though, he was also vicious with his tongue. I once overheard him telling my best friend at the time that I’d make nothing of my life and end up an alcoholic in a ditch somewhere. So, anyway, I was a mess then and I ended up falling into the arms of my ex neighbour/Dad’s business partner after my Dad’s funeral.

He, we’ll call him J, told me everything that I was dying to hear. I now realise that it was grooming and completely wrong on his part to be manipulating a grieving 22 year old addict. He told me that he would look after me because he had told my Dad that he would. J understood how I was feeling about my addiction as he was an addict too. I felt like he knew me inside and out. At this time he was spilt from his wife (who lived a few doors away from me and still does) so I felt like I had a purpose to care for him and look after him. Weird really. Anywho, I ended up pregnant and having an abortion. Do I regret it? Not really. I couldn’t bring a child into the world when I couldn’t get off these pills and definitely not with J as the father. I, we, wouldn’t have been able to give that child a good life.

Because I’ve heard the word Tramadol, it’s brought all this up in my mind. My Mum, who we currently live with, takes Tramadol. I’m sure she’s probably addicted as well. But it makes me want it and I’ve asked her for a strip to bring with us, whilst we’re on holiday for my little boy’s birthday.

I’m stuck. I don’t want to be in pain but I definitely don’t want to go back down that addicted road. I can hear the tablets screaming my name from my bag.

Fuck.

#mental health #fluoxetine #degenerative disc disease #mirtazapine #grooming #abortion #addict #grief #loss #Dad #gabapentin

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whysamwhy123 · 8 months

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Face and Heat!

Thank you, Katy!! Answers after the cut...and uh oh, one of them contains some very unpopular opinions, please don't chase me out of the fandom with torches and pitchforks...

Face ~ Your favorite and/or least favorite good guy/girl wrestler?

To counterbalance the spicy-ness of my next answer, I'll go with my favourites instead of my least favourites - from the guys, I'm gonna go with Orange Cassidy! He was one of the wrestlers that got me back into wrestling after so long because he was just so funny and that match with Pac at Revolution is straight up one of my favourites matches of all time, plus his whole International title reign was some of the most fun I've had watching wrestling the past few months. And for the women, I'm gonna go with Hikaru Shida because she fucking rules and she does not get anything close to the respect she deserves - she gives every person she wrestles the best match of their career, always gets huge reactions from the crowd even when her booking is terrible, and she's just such a badass, I adore her! And if TK thinks I'm gonna cheer for Britt over her, he's got another thing comin'.

Heat ~ The worst fan reaction(s) you’ve seen? -OR- Share your unpopular/controversial opinion(s)?

Hoooo boy. I considered trying to do the first one here but...I sure do have some unpopular controversial opinions rattling around in my brain so...it's my funeral!

I think Christian Cage's current schtick kinda sucks, whoops 😬 Most of his promos are soooo painfully generic Heel 101 (insulting the local sports team, I-fucked-your-mom jokes, low-hanging fruit kind of stuff that's been done a thousand times before and I'm sick of tbh) and even the dead dad stuff is just repetitive and lacking creativity at this point - it's more of a meme than an actual heat source (and that's been done before too, he ain't the first wrestler to make dead dad jokes!). Plus, I think the whole TNT champ thing only serves to make that belt look even less important and more like a complete joke? Because the guy who actually won it is apparently AOK fine with some other dude carrying it and calling himself the champion, because the title means that little, I guess? Imagine MJF letting, I don't know, Smart Mark Sterling, carry around the world title and call himself the champ and acting like that's fine and dandy, who cares? Not to mention that this is, like, the fifth time that the actual TNT champ has been completely overshadowed by some other older dude who's managing them? Really weird booking tendency there. Annnnnnd I think the only reason people like him and think this storyline is good is because they're just outrageously horny for him, which I don't judge or anything but still...come on, folks, call a spade a spade.

#Thanks for sending this in Katy and I'M SO SORRY IF I DID A BAD THING HERE AND MADE YOU REGRET IT #I'M SORRY FOR MY TERRIBLE CONTROVERSIAL OPINIONS PLEASE DON'T HATE ME #Or honestly send some hate my way if you feel like it - I could use the attention tbh #If you think this this is spicy you folks don't wanna know what I think about AdaMJF...

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chilumi-shipper · 3 years

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Ready to Let Go

Xiao x Adeptus!Fem!Reader (x Zhongli)

Summary: Zhongli loves you, Xiao loves you, You love Xiao. Seems as though, in the eyes of everybody else, Zhongli was gonna be a problem within your relationship with your fellow adeptus. He would never do that though, not to you, not to Xiao. For the first time, the vigilant yaksha seems happy, and you seem more carefree the moment you two are starting to get close to one another. Zhongli would never trade your happiness for the sake of his own, and that's why, he's ready to let go.

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The God of War, flaunting over one of his very own dearest adeptus, if Guizhong saw him right now, she would've laughed at how much he jumped and flaunted over you whenever you were in his presence.

But love is complicated, he could say he loves you with a burning passion, yet it can never change the fact that you had fell for another, no matter how much Zhongli might push through, you will choose to be embraced within the arms of your true beloved, Xiao.

Neither you nor him ever said anything to confirm the nature of your relationship, but Zhongli felt it, the connection between you and the adeptus was so much more than just two people who used to work along side each other. You and Xiao, he's known both of you for millennias, you're not really the greatest with expressing emotions.

Zhongli was never one to fight reality, in fact he accepted it with open arms, having no care for the pain it might bring.

But just this once, he let's himself drift to a false hope, perhaps you only see Xiao as a friend, that in actuality you tell him the feelings that you're too scared to say to your Archon. But every time Zhongli dreamt like that, he can't help but see Xiao, sadness clouding over him, it slaps the brown-haired man in the face.

He can't do that to Xiao. The poor boy, tormented his entire life, but today, he may very well be bearing a smile on his face, with you around him, with you loving him.

He was sitting between you two, in a table in Wangshu Inn's restaurant area, the light atmosphere was calming.

It was supposed to be a nice get together, yet Zhongli felt irritated. The way your gaze lingers past him and onto the person of your interest as you spoke about how you tried cooking mortal food recently. How you seem to take into account every expression and response Xiao would give, but pay no mind to Zhongli at all.

You weren't being rude and ignoring him the whole time, in fact, you make eye contact with him from time to time, to see if he's understanding you. But Zhongli felt peeved, why couldn't you look at him the way you looked at Xiao?

"I really like cooking actually!" You exclaimed, the cat-eyed adeptus smiling softly while listening to your rambles, his elbow resting on the table, while his chin leans on his hand. That makes Zhongli feel even worse for having such feelings for you, just looking at the small but genuine smile on Xiao's face as he admires you.

"Xiao?" You softly called out to him, clasping your hands together. The adeptus gave a hum in response. "There's this recipe I found called "Tofu Cookies with Almonds", I was hoping you could help me taste test them when I try baking for the first time?" Your voice gets quieter the more you say. Zhongli found it adorable when you get shy, yet he can't help but feel a nauseous felling eating away at his skin, you didn't invite him.

The waitress puts the food you all ordered on your table before Xiao answers. Zhongli looked into your eyes, seeing the nervousness as you anxiously wait for an answer.

"Okay."

Golden orbs then looked at Xiao, seeing he's looking away from you, his ears red from embarrassment. Yet even when he tried to hide it, the Archon can feel his giddiness from miles away.

Zhongli can't help but look back and forth, seeing your eyes light up with happiness because of Xiao's answer. "Thank you so much!" You smiled brightly, proceeding to put some food onto your plate to start eating.

In all this, Zhongli felt as though he didn't have a place. Perhaps you were overjoyed that you didn't look at the fact that you completely discarded him, but someone else noticed.

"Mora- Zhongli can join us too, he's good at taste testing food." Xiao looks at you, before looking at the taller man. "I think." Zhongli then nodded, agreeing with Xiao's statement.

He knows he shouldn't, he knows that he just let the two of you resolve your feelings together, just the two of you. Yet he can't, for once in his life, he feels that it's too hard to let go.

The two looked at you expectantly, despite you making it obvious that you wanted to spend some time with Xiao alone, Zhongli hoped that maybe, just this one occasion, you'll let him intervene with your growing relationship. It's selfish, it's pointless, but just this once.

You smiled, "Okay."

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"Mr. Zhongliiii!" You burst in the funeral parlor, calling out to him. "You have to help me." The man got up from his seat immediately, worried.

"What happened?!" He asked in a panic.

You looked down onto the book in your hands, the man did the same, looking at a book that has a very interesting title.

'The Art of Romance: For Newbies.'

What?

Usually, if you were to come to him with a book like that in hand, he would have laughed and teased you, eager to see your embarrassed state. Yet, Zhongli felt nothing but hopelessness, you putting in so much effort for someone else, meaning he really has no chance, does he?

"I need to you to help me look for a really nice dress. Like really, really nice! Oh but not too nice, since we're baking, if I get stains on a dress, he might think I'm sloppy. Oh, but if it's too simple, he'll probably think that I don't really care. Ohhh, but I don't want to seem like I care too much--" You looked up at him, rambling on and on about what you're supposed to wear for tomorrow. "It says here that if the person thinks you're too desperate, they might think it's weird." You pointed at the book that you're holding, bring it closer to his face.

Zhongli gently grabbed your hands that are clasped around the book. "If you're worried about Mora, I already have some on me." You peaked your head from behind the book, looking at the brown-haired man's serious face.

"Him?" Zhongli completely ignores your ramblings, only focused on one thing you said. You're worrying so much about what to wear, just to make a good impression to him.

You felt your cheeks heat up as he looks at you with a frown on his face. You laughed a bit to ease the tension, scraching the nape of your neck.

"Xiao..." He's mentally prepared himself for this moment, you would come to him, ask for advice since you knew him as a very cultured man, and you would confess your love, for someone else. And yet, hearing it come from your own lips seem to crack the barriers of his heart with just one word.

Despite the tears wanting to just slip out of his golden orbs, he smiled at you. "I've always sensed your feelings towards him." His words fluster you even more, you didn't realize it was so obvious, but Zhongli was a very observant person, maybe it was just that.

"Do you wish to impress him tomorrow? That's why you're so... jumpy today?" You nodded, feeling embarrassed that you are worried about this sort of thing. Usually, only mortals are prone to these types of worries.

"Y/N, Xiao doesn't care about those trivial things. You just have to be yourself." He told you as a matter of fact.

'Besides, the Yaksha already is making it obvious that he likes you back.' Zhongli kept this thought internally.

"But what if he doessss." You whine, gripping on the book tighter. "Xiao is just so.... Xiao! So unpredictable and complicated." Sighing, you looked up at the man again. "Can you help me, please?"

Zhongli sighed, although it hurts him to help dress you up so pretty, just to send you off to another man, but he'll bite. How could he ever say no to you.

After hours of rummaging through your closet, you finally, finally find something that's actually good in your eyes, even though Zhongli assured you that everything would be fine.

The dress of your choice has Xiao's colors, white, gold, mint green. You really are some piece of work, piece of work that doesn't belong to him.

Zhongli just kept sighing as he walked back to the funeral parlor, he's conflicted, which usually doesn't happen. Is he just gonna leave you two alone for tomorrow with some lousy excuse, or... get in the way.

As he got to the entrance of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, he saw Xiao, sitting on a bench just outside. The cat-eyed boy sensed Zhongli's presence, standing up and looking at his way immediately.

The brown-haired man walked up to him, silently asking why he's here all of a sudden, in the city, which also doesn't happen very often.

"Can you help me?"

Oh boy, here we go again.

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"You don't have to straight up lie if you don't like her treats, you can just give polite comments, like saying you're not really a big fan of them or something." Zhongli explained once again, it was the dead of night. Xiao had asked to help with how he should talk to you, he's not very talkative and expressive, but he doesn't want to make you feel like he doesn't like you.

"But that might also hurt her feelings." The Yaksha pointed out, listening intently to the older man.

"Yes, but she will appreciate the truth rather than a pointless lie."

He just needs help expressing his feelings right.

And Zhongli seeing how you two desperately try to be the best you can for one another, it makes him smile, despite the constant heart ache. And the realization that he has no chance for you, with the evidence right in front of him, Zhongli makes his decision...

He's ready to let go.

"I'm not gonna be joining you two tommorow."

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Alternative Ending: Ready to Hold On - Reader chooses not to choose and start a polyamory relationship.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact angst #genshin impact imagines #xiao x reader #genshin impact xiao #genshin angst #genshin impact fluff #zhongli x reader #xiao #zhongli #genshin impact zhongli

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candiedsour · 3 years

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How Genshin Impact characters would react to someone flirting with you || (Liyue)

Hello everyone! I apologize for the wait but I finally finished the Liyue version ٩( ᐛ )و I was originally supposed to divide it into 2 parts but then I decided against it ( ͡°³ ͡°). Part 3 will probably be uploaded in 3 days. But in the meantime, enjouy reading! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

-E <3

Zhongli ❌💸

How he'd react to someone flirting with you really just depends on his mood

He doesn't really interfere because he knows you can handle it yourself

You two have had the person flirting with you pay or discount something you both bought on more than one occasion and he's not even ashamed of it

"Ah, my lady. Your beauty is simply etheral."

The shop owner said as you examined the jade.

You looked up from the Noctilucous Jade and met Zhongli's eyes. Completely ignoring the owner.

Zhongli's put the Jade onto the table and reached into his pouch for Mora.

Though, once he opened it; he grimaced. Once you saw his expression you realized that neither of you had enough Mora to pay for the Jade.

You cringed as you saw the amount of Mora in the pouch and looked back at the shop owner to apologize.

That was, before an idea clicked into your mind.

You then berought forth the most charming and flirtatious face you could muster and smiled at the shop owner.

"My deepest apologies Sir, but I don't think we'll be able to buy from you today. " You sighed.

The owner widened his eyes at your statement and quickly replied with

"Oh no, it's fine your can just pay any amount you have now and come back to pay for the rest! "

"Thank you so much Sir, I am forever in your debt for this. " You said as you grabbed his hands.

The owner was completely smothered by now, he had completely forgotten Zhongli's presence and was looking at you with completely entranced eyes.

If it wasn't for Zhongli's years of experience in concealing his expressions, he would probably be laughing out loud by now.

"That was quite the show my dear, I doubt that he would have noticed anything even if we had robbed his whole stall. "

Beidou 🏴‍☠️♀️

Just like with Kaeya, no one would really flirt with you since they know about your relationship with the captain of The Crux unless they're clueless

And Beidou being Beidou, would not take shit from anyone. Clueless or not

If the other person is being persistent, she doesn't really mind throwing hands

"It's a shame that you have a lover, otherwise i'd have made you mine by now. " The creep said as he grabbed both of your hands.

You leaned backwards, trying to get away from the man. You desperately scanned the area for anyone who would help you.

You then met Beido's eyes with a look that clearly read "please help me".

Once she saw you, Beido walked over and tapped the man on the shoulder.

"She's mine, now let her go." She said as she glared at the man who was holding onto your hands.

"And if I don't?"

The person didn't even register anything before Beido's fist collided with his jaw.

"I ain't scared of fines, I'll fight whoever disrespects my partner"

Xiao 🔪👺

Doesn't really care if the other person is flirting with you or not

If it gets to the point of harassment he will give them a whack with his polearm

He looks like he doesn't care about you but that's just because he knows who you're going back home with

"Would you like to accompany me on my travels, my fair lady? " The traveler said as he loaded his belongings onto his cart.

"I'd have to decline the offer. I already have a lover I am devoted to. " You said with a smile as you passed him the packed food you had bought from the inn.

Xiao watched you two from the distance, he sat on the balcony if the Inn as he waited for you to bid him farewell on his missions as well.

"Were you watching me? " You said you peek at him from behind.

"I was simply making sure he was not a dangerous individual. " Xiao replied, stotic as usual.

"Are you here to bid me goodbye?" He asked as he gazed at you.

"Goodbye? Oh no, I'm going with you! "

"Even though you are hundreds of years old does not mean you are invincible. Therefore, you should refrain from fighting recklessly. "

Xingqiu ⚔📚

He usually just tells the person bothering you to back off, politely. Of course

Though, he doesn't really mind if the other person is rude or persistent; it's just an excuse for him to have a little 'fun' behind the scenes

If they're rude, they'll most likely find themselves having a number of minor inconveniences

"Sir, please let go of my partner." Xingqiu confronted the creep.

You quickly ran to his side. Not wanting to be near the man for a millisecond longer.

"And what's the pretty boy going to do to me?" He jabbed at the blue haired boy.

Although he was slightly irritated. Xingqiu paid no mind to him and walked you back to your house.

"Y/n do you recall the creep from yesterday afternoon? Yes, I received a notice that he is trying to buy brass for his stall. I convinced every merchant selling fish in Liyue to not sell him any, I also bought some brass. Would you like some? "

Chongyun ❄🍦

He doesn't really like confronting people so he'd just make up an excuse to take you away from them

If the other person decides to be start an argument, he'd try to keep his cool. Not wanting to go into the manic state he usually gets into once his body overheats

Sadly, on more than one occasion; he has lost his cool and completely and ends up causing chaos to anyone who's unfortunate enough to be nearby

It's been at least a solid 15 minutes since the guy sitting next to you have been pestering you about going with him to the Lantern Rite festival.

And for what felt like the 30th time, you declined.

You really wanted this person gone before you meet up with Chongyun but he kept following you so you just plopped down somewhere on the stone ground.

Unfortunately for you, the other person did not take the cue for him to leave but instead; had taken it as an invitation to sit down and talk with you instead.

At some point, you considered kicking him in the face but refrainwd from doing so. But now, you're regretting that decision.

"Y/n! Me and Xingqiu were looking all over for you. " Chongyun said as he ran over to you two.

The guy looked surprised as the two boys walked over you where you were sitting.

"Who are these people? " He said. As if they were the ones invading into someone's personal space.

Chongyun instantly realised the situation and whispered something to Xingqiu. He then gave you the hand signal for "Run for it" And pointed to behind him.

Almost in a flash, all of you three started sprinting away, leaving behind a very confused person.

"Thank Rex Lapis we didn't actually get into a fight this time"

Hu Tao 👻🔥

Whenever she sees someone flirting with you, she'd ask them about their health

She'd then weird them out by introducing her as the 77th director of Wangsheng funeral parlour

The person flirting with you would probably be very uncomfortable at this point and leave, but if they don't Hu Tao would hand then one of her buy 1 get 1 funeral coupons

"I simply cannot resist your beauty. " The man said as he leaned in closer to your face.

"Hello there good Sir! How is your health? " Hu Tao asked as she appeared seemingly out of nowhere and before you.

The man seemed confused at her question.

"Pardon? " He asked.

"Ah, I have forgotten that I have yet to introduce myself. Please call me Hu Tao. 77th director of the Wangsheng funeral parlour! " She introduced herself and took out her hand for him to shake.

He seemed a bit uncomfortable at the mention of funerals but nevertheless he ignored Hu Tao and went back to your conversation.

"What do you say to dinner at Wanmin Restaurant? " He pressed on, flat out ignoring Hu Tao's whole existence all together.

"Here's a coupon, it's buy one funeral, get one free. I hope I'll see you soon! " She said as she dragged you away. Leaving behind a very disturbed man.

"I should've said 'I hope to see you again businesses-wise. ' "

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souichioneshots · 3 years

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Grim Reaper 【Souichi x Reader】 (Fluff)

Souichi claims he's been cursed. Now everything he touches dies! However, that doesn't stop him from spending time with you. Can you hold back from touching the boy and dying? Let's find out~~~!! ahahaha

(I think this counts as affectionate!reader but idk lol)

Souichi carefully held onto the drink in his hand as he sat back down in between your legs.

Resting his body against your soft chest, you wrapped your arms around his waist. He was completely engulfed by your love. Although he was a bit embarrassed at first by how affectionate you could be, it had become a habit for him to want to be so close to you all the time.

【And now back to ‘DEATH’S ASSISTANT’】

Souichi took a sip of his drink as the show you two had been hooked on recently started back up.

It was a Japanese drama about a Grim Reaper who had been assigned a foreign assistant. Apparently, they fell for one another as soon as their eyes met. Every day they tell each other how much they love one another, but because of Death’s curse, he is unable to touch his love. The show depicts their everyday work lives. Showing how far they would go for one another to prove their love, but never being able to be truly affectionate. Souichi wasn’t really into these types of lovey-dovey dramas, but the supernatural antics that it included drew him in deeper and deeper.

【Assistant, we cant! You know if we touch, you’ll die!】

【I would risk dying a million times just to feel your lips pressed against mine even just once, Death~.】

“Guuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!”

Souichi laughed as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck. The scene was so cheesy and overdone, but you loved it. For a morbid girl, you really were a sucker for love stories.

“You’re gonna miss the show if you don’t look up.” Souichi chuckle and patted your head.

Resting your chin on his shoulder, you continued to watch the last few minutes left of the drama.

“Death really outdid it with his outfit today, huh?” Souichi commented.

In today’s episode, Death had been wearing a bright red suit with a black suit-shirt instead of his usual black suit and black tie.

“I think it really suits him.”

“You think everything suits him.”

“Of course. If you’re handsome, then anything and everything looks good on you.”

Souichi lifted his shoulder up towards his head, squishing your face against him.

“Owwww Owowowow!!”

“What’s so handsome about that old actor?”

Souichi finally released the pressure, allowing you to relax.

Pulling your head away from his body, you rubbed your cheeks.

“Hmm…Well, for one his eyes are absolutely beautiful. Thin, sharp, and the dark circles around them make him look so mysterious. And his dark, wavy hair looks so soft! I just want to run my hands through it as mess it up even more.”

Souichi couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as you described what you found attractive about the ‘dreamy man’ on the television. He honestly felt like you were just describing him. He knew you must have a type, but he didn’t think it would be this similar to him every time. You must have felt like you won the jackpot with him.

“But what I really like is the fact that he’s always wearing a suit.” Wrapping your arms back around his waist, you squeezed him a bit “You can tell his assistant also thinks the same thing because she's always staring at him. She just wants to touch him soooo much. But she knows she'll die if she does! Haa~~ I love it!”

Souichi hummed in amusement as he listened to you speak.

Seeing that he fit all the other conditions you looked for in a guy, Souichi thought of a perfect way he could use this little fantasy you love so much for his amusement.

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When the next night came, Souichi quickly got to preparing himself. He had asked if he could go over to watch a movie tonight.

He usually didn’t pay much attention to what he wore whenever he hung out alone with you. But tonight, he decided to mix things up a bit.

Making sure he had everything he needed in his pockets, Souichi set off to your house.

Creepily excited laughter slipped from the boy’s lips as he walked down the street by himself. He couldn’t wait to see your reaction when you laid your eyes upon him.

Finally reaching your front door, he knocked.

“Good evening~” Souichi greeted as you opened the door.

Before you could greet the boy back, you froze. Your mouth gaped open and your eyes widened as you looked upon your boyfriend.

“S…SS..S-Suit..Suitsuitsuit…” You brought your hands up to your face, unsure where to place them. This was the first time you had ever seen him wearing such an outfit before.

Finally bringing your hands out towards Souichi, you tried to touch him.

“Ah!” Souichi quickly jumped back. “You can’t.”

A look of worry and confusion grew on your face as the boy rejected your touch.

“Remember when I called you this morning and said I might have messed up a curse?”

You shook your head yes.

“Well, it turns out that as a side effect, whatever I touch now dies almost immediately.”

Leaning against the doorframe, you looked at the boy with a smile of disbelief.

“You’re just copying ‘Death’s Assistant’ aren’t you.”

Souichi hated how well you could read him. But that didn’t mean he was going to admit that you were right. At least not right now.

“No! I swear.” Sliding one hand into his suit pocket, he leaned down onto the grass that covered your front yard. “Every time I touch something as delicate as a flower…” Pulling out his hand from his pocket, he placed it over a daisy that had been growing for some time. “Well... This happens.” Moving back up, Souichi revealed that the flower he touched had shriveled up and died.

“No way…” You whispered as he allowed the dead flower to trickle onto the palm on your hands.

“Yeah…It’s a bummer.” Placing his foot over the real flower still planted in the ground, he tried to hide the evidence. “But I’m sure this curse will wear off by next week. 2 weeks at most.”

You quickly moved to the side as Souichi let himself into your home.

“What are you doing? Wouldn’t it be dangerous for us to be together right now?”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine. As long as we don’t touch that is.” Giving you a smile, Souichi kicked off his shoes and made his way down to your bedroom.

As the raven-haired boy walked down the hall, he moved his hands close to the wall, just barely coming into contact with the wallpaper. He honestly thought it would be really cool if he could make the wallpaper roll up and crumble into pieces just from touching it. Just like in the drama. Perhaps there really was a curse out there that would give him that ability.

Finally reaching your room, he took ahold of the door handle and gestured for you to go in first. Being in a suit really did make him feel like more of a gentleman. It was kind of fun.

Sitting on your bed, Souichi watched as you set up the DVD player.

He tried to hold back his foolish laughter as he thought about how miserable you were going to be all night from not being able to touch him.

You. The girl who could barely go 5 minutes without at least leaning against his shoulder, was now being forced to keep her hands to herself in order to avoid never waking up again.

This was gonna be hilarious.

“So, lemme ask you.” You pulled the boy out of his own little world as you sat on the bed with him. “Why the suit?”

“The suit? Oh. Umm…” Souichi’s mind froze for a second. He was going to say an excuse that all his other clothes suddenly turn to dust when he touched them, but now that sounded extremely stupid and unbelievable. Especially since he was able to touch your bedsheets with no problem. “…To match the whole ‘death’ theme...”

“Oh~ That makes sense. Always gotta be prepared for a funeral when everything you touch dies, right?”

“Exactly!”

Souichi let out a small sigh of relief as you commented an equally believable reason for the suit. He was glad you were almost always on the same level as him.

Finally dropping the subject, you pressed the button on the remote for the movie to play.

Souichi tapped his finger against the bed in annoyance as you kept a good amount of distance from him. It didn’t seem like you would try to touch him any time soon.

Looks like he needed to take things up a notch if he wanted to have some real fun.

Leaning forward, he swiftly took off his black jacket. You quickly ducked as his hand almost came in contact with your head.

Leaning his arm on your pillow, he relaxed his body. A single nail stayed poking out from between his lips, making it look like he was smoking.

Souichi couldn't help but smile as he saw you take quick glances at him. Your eyes kept moving from his pants to his white suit shirt, and finally to his face. He could see a blush spread across your cheeks as you quickly turned away from him, avoiding his gaze. You looked completely head over heels for him.

Sliding to the side, you leaned ever so close to the boy.

“Does the ‘being killed on the spot’ rule apply even over clothes~?” A blush spread across his pale face as you whispered in his ear, making sure not to come into direct contact with his shoulder. He could see your hand hovering over his suit pants, craving to touch the expensive-looking material.

Did you really not believe him or were you just begging to die?

Moving a bit away from you, he replied. “Probably not a good idea. Haven’t tested that out yet…” He let out a little laugh as he mentioned how awkward it would be for him to have to wake up your family and tell them that he killed you by accident.

Souichi looked from the corner of his eyes as you let out a small sigh and moved back into your own little space. This sudden rule of no touching looked like it was taking a toll on you.

Honestly, he was expecting you to be a bit more excited by this situation. After all, this was one of your favorite fantasies. To love one another, but never be able to touch unless you were willing to die on the spot. You should be spewing cheesy lines like in the drama, not sulking.

Moving the nails against his teeth, he tried to think of a way to fix things. After all, this wouldn’t be fun if you got too sad and decided to stop acting like your usual self halfway through the night.

Moving his arm out towards you, he pulled on the edge of his suit jacket.

“I think it’d be fine if you held onto this though…” He turned his face to the side, trying to hide his blush as you smiled once again.

Throughout the movie, Souichi kept his arm up in the air as you happily held onto his jacket. His body felt oddly unsatisfied from not being properly touched by you. But, this was his own fault for deciding to go through with such a cold prank.

You both stayed surprisingly calm and silent as the movie played on.

Souichi kept the nails in his mouth pressed tightly against his teeth as he kept his eyes on the screen. The movie you chose wasn’t half bad at all. The effects, the props, the acting. All very realistic. To be expected from new foreign movies.

However, this feeling of calmness didn’t last long as an unnecessarily long make-out scene between the main characters had started up again. Another specialty of foreign horror movies. The acting for these scenes just had to be extremely believable as well…

Souichi tensed up a bit as he felt you let go of his jacket, finally allowing him to rest his hand back down near his body.

It wasn’t that he disliked these types of scenes. But something about watching them alone with you always made him feel a bit restless.

Souichi moved his legs closer to his body, trying to get in a more comfortable position. He really regretted starting this whole ‘touch me and you’ll die’ prank now.

Pulling on the black-tie wrapped around his neck, he tried to calm himself down.

“People get really horny right before they die, huh?…”

Souichi noticed you jolt a bit at the sound of his voice. All he got in response from you was a little ‘yeah’ and an awkward laugh.

As the teens on the screen started to undress, Souichi noticed you also start to fidget around in your spot. You looked like you wanted to sit closer to him, but you knew you couldn’t.

Shakily bringing your hand over his leg again, you whispered. “Are you sure I’ll die if I touch you over your clothes?...”

This time he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just moved his leg closer to you, giving you an okay to try and touch him.

He watched as you cautiously placed the tips of your fingers on his knee. You let out a sigh of relief as you realized you were going to die from touching him over his clothes.

Careful not to accidentally touch any part of his body not covered by his clothes, you turned towards his.

Pinching the fabric of his suit jacket, you pulled his hand up. Souichi’s heartbeat sped up as you moved his bare hand to touch your clothed breast.

“Looks like it works both ways. As long as your skin doesn’t come into direct contact with mine, I’ll be just fine.”

Souichi’s eyes followed your hands as they moved back towards his pants once more.

You were really pushing the envelope.

But, if you were gonna play like that, then he saw no harm in playing along as well.

Sliding his hand down from your chest to your waist, he pulled you to come closer to him.

“That means we can’t do anything more than this though…” Souichi whisper as he inched his face closer to yours. “We should stop now before we do something that can’t be undone.” He teased you with lies, practically ordering you to go further.

“You don’t wanna die from one of my curses, do you?”

“It’d be a blessing to die from one of your curses…”

Something within Souichi switched on as he heard you whisper your confession to him. That felt like the most romantic thing you'd ever said to him.

Without saying another word, Souichi pressed his lips against yours. To think he was the one who ended up not being able to hold back from you this time.

Suddenly, pressing your hands against his shoulder, you pushed yourself away from the kiss.

“Agk! My heart!” Holding your hand against your chest, you threw yourself back to lay on the bed. “I…I!!! Gah…”

Souichi couldn’t help but laugh as you pretended to die in an over-exaggerated manner.

You opened one of your eyes, looked at the boy, and then closed it again. Souichi could see you trying your best to hold back a smile as you laid perfectly still.

“You knew I wasn’t cursed the entire time, didn’t you?”

“...Was it that obvious?” You laughed a bit as you finally sat back up.

“When did you figure out I was lying?”

“Hmm~”

You just hummed and swayed your head side to side. Not telling him when you knew for a fact he was not actually cursed.

“If I can be honest, you should have said something more believable for the suit. Then maybe I would have believed you completely." Leaning up against the boy you thought for a second. "Like umm... All your other clothes disintegrated the second you touched them. But because you've worn this suit to a funeral before, it was the only thing that stayed intact."

"Ahh!! I swear I was gonna say that!!"

You let out a hum and looked at the boy once again with a smile of disbelief.

"I swear!"

Getting up from the bed, he put on his suit jacket again.

"Let's restart." He sat back down on the edge of your bed. "Ask me why I'm wearing a suit."

"Okay." You also moved to sit on the edge, next to him. "Hey, Souichi. Why are you--" Unconsciously, your hand brushed up against his. "AGK!" You threw your body back and pretended to die again.

"No!! Y/N!!" He picked you up by your shoulders and forced you to sit back up. "Again."

As his hands moved away from your shoulders, he accidentally touched your neck. Making you jump back again.

"Agggkk!!"

"Stop dying!!" He yelled as you held your hand up to your neck and pretended to choke and die.

Souichi let out a loud groan as you continued to laugh at his frustrated expression.

This prank wasn't as funny as he thought it would be.

#souichi x reader #souichi tsujii x reader #fluff #this is stupid #but oh well #lots of misspells for sure #but i tried man #10 pages of work is a pain to check

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verus-veritas · 3 years

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Legacy

Revenge, Technology, Mind Transference, with a dash of unrequited love. What’s not to love? /Verus

"Dude! P-please! I'm sorry! Whatever you think I've done, it must all be a mistake!" Andew yelled, thrashing against his confinements and eyeing the only point of exit in the room. His firm muscles were wet and taut against his clothes, and his handsome face flush red with terror and worry.

"Are you really sorry though? It didn't seem like it from the way you acted during Gavin's funeral. The sneers and laughter you made as his parents said their final words to him..." I said, hiding in the shadows. Only my feet and the contours of my body was visible for him to see.

"N-no offense. I just found it funny when the parents said they wish he'd atleast gotten a girlfriend before he passed away-" The same devious sneer returned on his perfectly handsome face, as he most likely remembered the scene in his head.

"Of course you found it funny. Because you knew he was completely gay. Gay, and had a massive crush on you for ages. He literally worshipped the ground you walked on, and spent most of his waking hours wishing he could be with you." I explained, slowly walking around him as I pulled out a flimsy latex cap with electronical nodes attached to it.

"And I let him. I did no wrong." Andrew talked back. His eyes following my figure until I stood directly behind him.

"No! You lead him on, made him believe you were actually interested in him. And then you destroyed him. You are the reason he ran out of the house crying, and you are the reason he didn't see the truck speeding towards him!" My voice was shaking as I quickly slapped the cap onto his head, accidentally pulling out a few strands of his hair.

"Ouuch! Get this thing off me!" He shook his head and began thrashing about again.

"You know. He really loved you... He said he was going to make you the happiest man on earth. Showering you with gifts and undying love, and be by your side forever and ever. That's why he trusted you so wholeheartedly and let you do whatever you wanted."

"Naive..." He quietly muttered under his breath.

"He was even fine with you staring and drooling over other girls. As long as he could stay by your side."

"What a fag..." I could hear him gritting his teeth.

"But that evening when you invited him over, only to have him find you in the bedroom hooking up with a random girl... that completely ruined him. You shattered his dream, his self-confidence, and his sensitive soul! He didn't know what to do and where to go, which is why he ran straight out into the traffic..." My voice was uncontrollably going up and down now, as I was unable to hide my emotions.

"Dude only had himself to blame. He should've known I only had him around for the free stuff he bought for me." Andrew snickered, as he looked down at the expensive shorts Gavin had bought for him a few weeks prior.

"How dare you!" I tried to punch his shoulder, but knew I was too weak to do any real damage against his hard muscles.

"Y'know... it almost sounds like you had feelings for him- Wait a minute! You're that pastry white kid that always walked around with him aren't you?! Hah! 'Ghost boy' we called you!" The tone in his voice shifted - with more confidence and arrogance. Back to the way he normally talked - a manipulative bastard at heart. "I see. So you best friend Gavin never had feelings for you, and now that he's gone you blame yourself for not having stopped him."

"......" I clenched my hands till my knuckles turned white.

"Hah! Maybe you really were a horrible friend. Have you thought about that you might be the reason he's dead?" He laughed, obviously enjoying the way he was toying with my feelings.

"...you have no idea..." I mumbled, as tears began to flow down my cheeks.

"Maybe you should be the one sitting in this chair - tied up and wearing this stupid cap on your head. Hehe."

I took a deep breath and calmed myself, before walking around him once again and turning so he could see me. See the real me... one last time. "I will. Soon."

"W-what do you mean with that? And why are you also wearing that ridiculous cap?" He asked. His tone in voice once again becoming panicked and anxious.

"You see. The reason why I'm so pale is because I spend so much time at home playing with my inventions and devices. Coding is one of my favorite things to do. And for the last few months I've relentlessly been working on creating this device we're both wearing right now. It was originally only meant to be used on you, recoding the patterns in your brain into loving Gavin as much as he loved you. While also erasing all of your bad traits and turning you into his ideal boyfriend... but there's no reason for that anymore, is there? So, I upgraded it into 2.0, which can now be used with two people."

"P-pff... yeah right... and what does this new version do then?"

"It can transfer the consciousness between two human brains. Even recoding the brain into believing the new consciousness have always been in control of its own body. All the memories, habits, and even muscle memory will be easily accessible to the new permanent owner." I explained, as I began fiddling with a machine by our side. The nodes on our caps lit up.

"Permanent?! Wait a minute. Let's say all of this freaky sci-fi stuff is actually real, what's going to happen to my consciousness?" Andrew asked, as he began to get more anxious by the beeping sound of the nodes on his head.

"All gone. Overwritten by mine. Erased out of existence with no way of restoring it." I answered nonchalantly. Flicking the last switched around, the device was now ready to be activated.

"What the fuck! Then you're basically killing me?! Get me out of here, you sick freak!" He began violently thrashing against the back of the chair, and flung his head around to get the latex cap off... but to no avail.

"Am I really though? Your memories, your body, and your relationships will all still be here, under my complete control. I'm just... discarding a small part of you that's no longer necessary."

"No...no... Help! HELP! SOMEONE!! THIS CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER IS GOING TO KILL ME!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, but the soundproofed walls would do him no good.

I flicked the final switch and walked over to him as the machine began buzzing. Standing in front of him, I suddenly sat down on his lap and grabbed hold of his face. I stared into his fearful yet piercing blue eyes and slid my hands across the cheeks and contours of his face.

"This beautiful face of yours that Gavin loved, I promise I'll take good care of it and cherish it until the day I die. It's the least I can do to honor my friend Gavin." I leaned forward and gently laid a kiss on his sweaty forehead, while holding him in place as he screamed for all he was worth.

"No! Noo! NOoO-Uoogguuughhhh" His scream turned into a gurgle as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. At the same time, my eyes went white and hazy as my pastry body slumped over and fell on the cement floor. Most likely cracked open its head or something from the sound of it.

"NgOOuoouughhgguuuhh!!!" Andrew's head flung back and forth as if to fight whatever was invading his head, but it barely took a minute before the thrashing suddenly stopped and his head slumped down.

His eyes were closed, his face flushed red from exertion, and the sweat and drool pooled down onto his expensive shorts. A further five minutes of stillness and blinking nodes passed before any activity was seen.

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*Gasp*

I awoke to the cap on my head giving me a quick electric shock. In front of me laid my old withered body, lifeless and without a doubt stone dead. My throat felt dry and tired, and the ties on my arms hurt like hell. In fact, everything felt, looked, and smelt different. The smell oozing from my sweaty clothes that once smelt great now stunk in my nose. I could recall from Andrew's memories that he showered atleast twice a day. I showered atleast twice a day.

After some fiddling with the special knots in my back, I easily slipped the rope off. Massaging the sore parts on my wrist, I soon relished in how big and strong my new hands looked now. Hands who should've been holding Gavin's...

I explored further up till I reached my new bulging biceps. Squeezing them I felt how firm and taut they were. I never in a million years would have managed to get myself this big, but here I was, standing in the body of a perfect specimen. The body of the man who my friend loved, but who didn't truly love him back. If only I could've done this before Gavin died... Would he have loved me instead, or would he have hated me for what I had done? Well, atleast he would've been alive.

My focus went to my Andrew face, as I caressed the blemish-free skin and the small stubble forming on it. The face of the man I had hated for a while, the face of the man whose identity I would have to take over, and the face I would see in the mirror for as long as I breathed. It was one of the most handsome faces I've ever laid my eyes on no doubt, so I'm perfectly fine with that decision.

My hands continued to explore what was now mine; running fingers through my lush but wet hair, following the outline of my cobblestone abs, and shaking my strong and muscular legs awake from sitting too long.

Not long after I finally slipped the drool and sweat-soaked shorts off myself and watched as the tool between my legs arose to its new owner. It might not have been as long as my former one, but the very girth of it made up for it. As I enveloped it between my palms, I realized that no one had ever been as intimate with Andrew's tool as I was now, and no one would ever be. Not even Gavin would if he was somehow resurrected. Only I, Andrew would ever know how this throbbing member would feel in my own hands, the endorphins and pleasure its touch would send throughout my amazing body, and the ultimate earth-shattering orgasms I would experience as I edge myself to climax every day from now on.

The very thought of it immediately brought me to the brink of orgasm, so I quickly spread my legs apart and thrust the member fully through my grasp. It was all that was needed as I suddenly began shaking with pleasure and exploded shot after shot of Andrew seed all over the floor, myself and my former lifeless body."Ugh! Uuuugh! UUUuOOGggHH!!"

“.... Holy shit.....” I moaned, slightly shocked by the unfamiliarity of the new voice coming from my throat.

Reeling from my first ever orgasm in my new body and life, I sat back down on the chair and took a breather. I was sweaty, my crotch sticky, and my armpits stunk. Yet, I know I still looked glorious. How couldn't I? After all, I am Andrew. The man who Gavin loved, and who loved him back just as much, if not even more...

I will dedicate this new life of mine to worship and care for this body just as much as Gavin would have. His legacy, Andrew's body and life, and my consciousness have finally become one... and I promise I will carry them with pride and confidence to the grave... even if it is the only thing I will accomplish in this short insignificant life of mine.

#possession #revenge #selflove #love #dark #permanent #identity theft #mine

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mrslilyrogers · 3 years

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All I have to do is Dream Part 3

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Telepath! Reader (X-men reader)

Summary: It’s been five years since the snap. You and Steve are stuck at an impasse. You want a family, he doesn’t. He says he’s moved on but has he really? With your doubts growing, you consider risking his trust and use your powers on him to get your answers once and for all.

Author’s notes: This is late and not as long as I hoped it would be but hope you all enjoy! There might be one more part left to this series and maybe an epilogue.

Eight voicemails and twelve messages. Eight voicemails and twelve messages from the person you wanted to talk to the most. Everyday for the past few weeks since you left, he called. And everyday your hands itched to reach out and call back but you stopped yourself.

“I love her!”

His voice echoed in your head. Enough was enough. Your fingers kneaded your temples, trying to alleviate the headache forming there. It didn’t help that there was a dark gnawing feeling in your gut, something was wrong. You knew it. A sixth sense, if you will. It happened the first time your powers manifested. You had been eight then, in front of the television with your dad when suddenly, your heart started to beat faster, your breaths coming in short pants, and your forehead dotted in sweats; a strong sense of foreboding crept under your skin and ever since then, life had never been the same.

That night, you slept in a restless slumber; trapped under a heavy spell while you watched your father as a young boy. You had no idea how you knew the man who carried you over his shoulders, who seemed so strong and indestructible to your child’s eyes, was this same little boy you watched. You couldn’t understand it, you were dreaming but it was so real. Every detail as crisp as if you had been there and witnessed it. It wasn’t long before it all changed, everything before you cast in a darker shade, the people around you in black, sliding apologetic glances towards the somber boy standing in between his grandparents. You started to break out in a cold sweat, you were at a funeral. The boy’s parents, your father’s parents, just died. You ran, screaming, your heart racing, trying to find a way to get out. You couldn’t stay here, you couldn’t. But the more frantic you became, the more everything jumbled, bringing out his worst fears and nightmares and all you could do was scream, helpless and trapped.

Oddly enough, that was how you felt now. Despite leaving Steve for the sake of the both of you, you were trapped, helpless to the niggling thought at the back of your mind that something was about to go horribly wrong. You tried to remember everything Xavier Institute has taught you, you were a telepath and with it came a natural intuition you couldn’t ignore. A heightened sense of empathy and awareness.

You understood people even when they barely gave you a chance to be understood. You still remembered all those times people ran away from you. Those you considered your closest friends, even your teachers, treated you as if you were the plague. Their thoughts filled with dread and terror while you desperately tried to explain yourself but the more agitated you became, the more you lost control. It gave you no other choice but to distance yourself from them, getting homeschooled and keeping to yourself as much as you could. Your father tried his best, you knew he did but he could never look at you the same way. You didn’t have to get into his head to hear his cries at night, worrying and wondering where he went wrong.

It wasn’t long before Professor X found you and invited you to join his school for the gifted. School for the gifted. There was a time you couldn’t say that without a roll to your eyes, how could it have been a gift when all it ever caused you was sorrow? The day it was finally time for you to leave the only home you’ve ever known, your father’s relief was palpable in the air. He never gave voice to it and instead promised to visit as often as he could but even then, you knew he wouldn’t have been able to keep up. He visited you less and less as time went on until your relationship was reduced to a couple of phone calls barely lasting five minutes long.

That was why you learned never to get too close. You owed to the X-Men who you were today. They had given you a place to call home, somewhere to belong to. For all the years you spent at the institute, they were nothing but kind to you, encouraging you, helping you hone your abilities and to cope with the loss of your former life. They gave you a fresh start, a new family and it should’ve been enough and in some ways, it is. But there was always a part of yourself you couldn’t give no matter how hard you tried and so the moment you could leave, you left. You wandered on your own, occasionally coming back to visit and catch up before leaving again, never planting any roots. That was the way you wanted it, that way you could never get hurt.

Until Steve.

He instantly broke down your defenses and what was supposed to be a one-timer mission turned longer than you would’ve ever dreamed. You would’ve been lying if you said you didn’t stay with the Avengers because of him. The truth was as much as staying with them was fulfilling, there was a part of him that called out to you. You understood him, a man out of his time. Out of place. All you’ve ever felt your whole life. His loneliness drew you to him like a moth to a flame. He never showed it, too proud to admit it to himself but you knew it the instant you met him. He was untethered, burdened to continue on in a world he didn’t belong in. Your heart ached for him, for a man so lost that he only ever felt alive when he was at war. You tried to help him see the world with color again. “Ironic, coming from you,” you thought to yourself. But the more time you spent with him, the more your cynicism chipped away bit by bit until you became closer to the person you were before your abilities. Free to dream and love as you should’ve been. It was as if you needed him as much as he needed you.

“Would you like a refill for that, honey?” the kindly old waitress asked, jerking you out of your reverie, her wrinkled face etched into a pitying smile. You shook your head and gave her your thanks, the dread in your chest intensifying once more.

Look at where you are now, back to square one.

You huffed at the tiny voice inside your head. She was right. Here you were, sat on a dingy couch at a diner in the middle of nowhere running from the people you loved the most. You looked at your phone again, the gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach screaming at you to do something. You should at least call Nat, you thought to yourself. You’d been planning to call her anyway even though you always chickened out. That seemed the safest thing to do for your sanity, make sure they were alright then you’d be on your merry way again. It was the only way to calm your racing heart, to get rid of that sense of foreboding creeping up at you and pulling you down. You could just be anxious, right? Guilt and shame of leaving plaguing you before you could truly move on. After that phone call, everything will be put back to rights. You’ll feel better, you keep telling yourself. Only your mind wouldn’t listen.

The ringing on the other end of the line kept you on edge and when Nat’s worried voice greeted you, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding.

“Y/N! Where the hell have you been? Steve has been looking everywhere for you! Do you know how worried we’ve been?”

You could hear the hurt in her tone and your heart broke at how you’d left things with your friend, completely forgetting about how she’d react when you impulsively decided to run away. But they were safe. At least, they were safe. Tears pricked at your eyes, you had no idea just how desperate you’ve become to hear her voice on the line, to know that nothing had happened in your absence and the stress of these past few weeks have just been taking its toll.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Nat--” you broke off, your voice cracking from trying not to cry.

“I shouldn’t have left the way I did but it was just too much, I had to leave. I couldn’t stay, not after everything that happened,” you continued, sniffing through it, willing yourself not to break down to your best friend on the phone in the middle of a busy diner.

“I know, sweetie. Steve told me all about it.” She sighed, sounding tired, before continuing, “You know I will never pick any sides right? I’ll support whatever you decide.”

“Thanks, Nat. I knew you would, I never doubted you. It’s just… it’s been a lot to take in and I can’t… I don’t know how to face him if…” you trailed off, not having the courage to continue what you knew all along. It was one thing to admit it to yourself but another to say it out loud to another person. It made it more real. More final. You picked at the hem of your shirt, shaking your head. It was as if Nat knew what you were thinking, she gave another sigh on the other end of the line.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it now. But Y/N, he really does love you. He hasn’t been the same since you left and--” she immediately cut herself off as if she was about to say something she shouldn’t. You didn’t miss her sharp intake of breath before she continued, “You should really talk to him, Y/N.”

“Nat, what’s going on? Are you guys alright?”

You felt goosebumps on your flesh. Rubbing your free hand on your thigh, you tried to calm your racing nerves.

“No, no, we’re fine. Don’t worry--” she replied instantaneously, reassuring you but before she could continue, you cut her off, relief washing over you.

“Good. That’s good. Cause for a while there, I thought you were gonna say something crazy. I’ve just been having this weird feeling that something big is going to happen. But I’m probably just being anxious. Sorry, what were you saying?”

“You really do have that scary clairvoyant thing going on sometimes,” you heard her laugh at you, teasing, but before you could say anything else, she turned serious,

“Y/N, we’re gonna try to bring everyone back,” her voice was filled with hope and determination that it made you pause, your brain struggling to keep up.

What? Did you hear her right?

She started to explain their plan but your mind was already spinning. You immediately left the booth, slapping a ten dollar bill on the table. Your frantic steps heading into the direction of your car parked outside.

“Nat, Nat, hold on. What do you mean you’re leaving? Traveling through time? Is that even possible?” You slammed the door on your car, your voice hushed as if scared to even wonder, heart beating rapidly in your chest.

If she really meant what you think she meant then they were all going to risk their lives for an attempt to bring everyone back. But who knew if it would even work? What if they got lost? What if they never came back? You didn’t give yourself a moment to hope. This was too dangerous. Too quick and impulsive. You needed to talk to Steve.

Before Nat could reply, you heard him call her in the background, his voice authoritative and resolute. They were ready. They were going to leave now.

“Nat, let me talk to him,” you heard yourself say without preamble. There was no need to think it through, it didn’t matter if he hated you, if he wanted nothing to do with you, you just had to talk to him.

“Who’s that?” You could hear him ask in the background, his voice far, his footsteps approaching.

The moment he realized who was on the other line, the moment he saw your picture flash on his friend’s screen, his hand shot out frantically for it, scared you’d leave before he even got a chance to hear your voice.

“Y/N?” he asked softly, worried you might suddenly end the call. You could almost see the look on his face, eyebrows furrowed, eyes searching and concerned.

“Steve,” All the emotions you felt carried out in a single name. Regret, shame, longing. That was all it took before you broke down into tears. If you hadn’t called Nat, if you had let even one more day pass by, your last fight could’ve been the last time you ever saw him.

“Is everything alright? What happened? Are you okay?” he was suddenly alert, voice booming with concern and just a little bit of panic.

“No, I’m fine, I’m fine. Nat told me everything. Are you leaving already? What’s going on?” you managed to choke out, trying to regain as much composure as you can. You heard him let out a sigh of relief on the other end.

“Oh, doll. Don’t worry about us. It’ll be alright. We’ve got it under control, I promise,” he sounded so sure of himself, his voice so soothing, almost as if he were caressing your back like he usually does to reassure you. You heard his footsteps again and the closing of a door, you assumed he looked for a place more private, quiet. This time, you wouldn’t easily let up.

“You can’t promise that, Steve. Let me come with you,” you pleaded, exasperation in your tone. You surprised even yourself, your hands already frantically moving to drive. You had no idea what came over you, had no idea what you were even really getting into. All you knew was that no matter where you stood in your relationship, you’ve been through so much together, you couldn’t let him face this alone.

“No. Absolutely not. It’s too dangerous, Y/N. Just stay where you are and I’ll come find you when all this is over,” his voice brooked no argument. You could already tell how he looked like, his head shaking vehemently, feet braced apart, eyes flashing with determination.

“Steve--” you started, voice rising in return but he immediately cut you off.

“Y/N, listen to me. I don’t have much time but please, just this once, promise me you’ll stay where you are. Keep yourself safe until I come find you--”

“No way am I--” you spoke over him, your patience wearing thin, panic rising in your throat.

“Y/N, let me finish. Doll, I don’t have much time. We’ve already ran simulations and this works. We’re gonna get them all back but I can’t do that if I think you’re in trouble so please, baby, just promise me you’ll stay put. It’ll only be a minute for you. Just stay where you are, please. I can’t lose you, love.” his voice verged on desperation, making you pause.

“I know I’ve said some things I can’t take back and god, do I fucking regret them every single day since you left but I love you. And if this fails and I don’t come back, I need to know you’re at least safe. I need you to promise me that,”

“Steve, don’t… don’t talk like that,” you shook your head, not acknowledging what he was saying. This was unfair. Steve was never one to be pessimistic, he never showed any vulnerability before a mission and the fact that he did now made your heart ache. He had one goal and one goal only, he wanted to right what he perceived to be his wrong. He was going into this fully prepared to give his life to get everyone back. But for you, the stakes were too high. Who knew the dangers of what the past held? What if something happens that would keep him there?

“Love, please. We’re leaving soon,”

You let out a huge breath. “Just promise me you’ll be back?”

You could almost hear the smile on his face, could almost see his shoulders sag with relief.

“Then promise me, you’d stop driving while on the phone,” he joked, trying to make light of the situation. He knew how you could get when you excessively worried about him. He didn’t even realize how much he loved it until now that your fussing was reduced to a phone call.

“Steve, I mean it,” you warned seriously.

“When have I ever backed down from a fight? And this is just an extraction mission. I’ll be back before you know it, I promise,” his voice sounded so calming, you almost believed it.

Despite his downplaying, you knew the risks. Time travel? Who could even say they’ve thought this would be possible even in their wildest dreams?

“I’ve gotta go, sweetheart. I love you. I’ll come to you as soon as all this is over,” you heard the scuffle of feet in the background, heard F.R.I.D.A.Y calling out to him, and suddenly, you didn’t have enough time. You had so much to say, so much to apologize for.

“Steve, wait--” you started desperately, ready to beg for forgiveness.

“Don’t.” he cut you off quickly as if already knowing the direction you were heading in.

“There’s no need, doll. I love you, we’ll make this work. I promise, I’ll do everything I can to make it work,”

He sounded so sincere, so forgiving that it made your lips tremble into a soft smile.

“I love you too, Steve. I’ll see you guys in a minute,” you replied, trying to sound as lighthearted as you could when you heard Nat scream it to you in the background. You didn’t want to psyche him out with your worry. This was the mission of his lifetime, everyone depended on him.

You tried to ignore the heavy feeling in your gut, the fear crawling up your veins.

Something is about to go wrong.

Steve chuckled, finally feeling a weight being lifted off his chest, finally able to hope again. This was the future he looked forward to.

“We’ll see you in a minute, baby,”

You hoped to God you would.

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Author’s notes: This was tough to write since everything happens through a phone call. I tried to capture the tension of the situation through that and hope I did. As always, let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fic #captain america #Steve Rogers

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