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sunfish-studies · 3 years

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Celebration

✄・・・ Feathery Ink [Karasuno Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Karasuno x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: This is a separate series from Crisp Leaves. Similar to Crisp Leaves, manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall. This is just my appreciation towards tall girls, you guys are amazing.

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Last day of training calls for celebration for everyone’s hard work, so it’s barbeque time!

“All right, meat!”

“I’m starving!”

While the boys freshened up after practice matches, the managers were already on the move to prepare for the barbeque. Since there were quite a lot of people, the coaches decided to held it on the backyard of the gym, where the sharp hill stood just beside it. The coaches helped setting up the grills while the managers divided to cater different things.

Yachi decided she would get the utensils they needed; paper plates, chopsticks, paper cups, trays for rice balls, and other things. Shimizu would cover for the rice ball making, Yukie and Eri were in charge on cutting the vegetables in bite-size, Kaori and Mako would clean the vegetables before it was cut.

Meanwhile, you’re in charge of preparing the condiments and sauces, unwrapping the meat cuts, and arranged them on a bigger plate. Aside from that you had to make sure the meats searing on the grills weren’t charred.

“[Name]-chan, please replace me for cutting the onions,” Eri sobbed, reaching out to you with grabby hands.

“Alright, senpai,” you giggled in reply because Eri was clearly needing a break and watching the meats seared was a great break for her. Quickly, you stood on her place and started slicing the tear-induced-menaces after washing your hands.

It didn’t take long for you to suffer the same fate as the Ubugawa’s manager–the first seven slices went through without a hitch, but when you reached the tenth your eyes started to sting and blurry from the pain. Then tears began trailing down your cheeks, and you wiped it you’re your shirt sleeve.

“D-Don’t cry, [Name]-san!!” you looked up, seeing Hinata with his place face quivering on his feet. “W-what should I do!?”

“It’s fine, Shoyo-kun, it’s just the onions,” you sniffled pointed towards the bowl full of it. “It hurts my eyes.”

“I can take your place, Otohaku-chan!” Lev popped up beside Hinata.

“Instead of cutting the onions, you’ll chop your fingers off,” Yaku deadpanned before offering. “Here, let me do it.”

“No, it’s alright, Yaku-san,” you shook your head. “It’s time for you to have a break, not working.”

Being persistent sometimes has it’s perks, it took numbers of rejection to finally have Yaku gave up. You knew he was just trying to help, but you didn’t want to rob his time relaxing. When all the preparations were done, the boys were already surrounding the grills with hungry faces. Coach Nekomata gave them a light speech along with praises for their hard work over the week, and they dived to grab on the meat straight from the grill.

“THANKS FOR THE FOOD!”

Just like Kaori, you brought a plate of rice balls to offer and managed to witnessed Yukie’s enormous appetite. She practically inhaled four rice balls in one go and you’re not the only who was dumbfounded from it.

Konoha and Komi almost had their souls went to heaven from the frightening circle Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Taketora made. Well, they did elbow each other to encourage one another getting close or at least having a talk with Shimizu. The girl walked pass them holding a paper plate with food–looking extremely gorgeous and she didn’t even try.

“That was scary,” Konoha muttered underneath his breath. The three finally stopped because of Karasuno and Nekoma’s captain scolded them–the three immediately shrunk.

“They really had their guard up, huh,” Komi added, feeling his energy drained from such a scary encounter.

“Uhm, excuse me,” the two turned to look over their shoulder and that’s when they noticed–Karasuno’s other first year manager who’s Bokuto constantly talking about. The owl captain wouldn’t shut up about her much to their annoyance and now they knew why.

“Would you like some rice ball?”

“Sure,” Konoha replied dumbly.

“I’ll take two,” Komi followed with a daze. You placed one on Konoha’s empty paper plate and two for Komi upon his request. Smiling at them, you proceeded to excuse yourself so you could offer to someone else.

Following your figure dazedly, they noticed how the light shone even brighter and basked you in a beautiful glow. That’s when they thought of a conclusion.

A goddess just graces us mere mortals! They screamed in their head.

You tried to calm Yachi down from her traumatizing experience being surrounded by absurdly tall boys (“Titans, [Name]-chan! Titans!”). Thankfully, all of them were nice enough to made room so your friend could reach for some meat. Yachi almost cried in happiness from the real taste of meat.

From the sidelines, Shimizu and the other managers were watching the two of you while talking about the boys sometimes.

“How much are you going to eat?” Kaori questioned because Yukie was having a ridiculous amount of food towering on her plate and she just kept munching away without care.

“The third-years in Karasuno all seems pretty mature,” Mako commented.

“Our ace is weak-willed, though,” Shimizu smiled sheepishly.

“What? Really?” Eri replied in surprise. “Even though he looks that scary?”

“Though, I think that’s still better than our simpleton ace,” Kaori commented. “Still,”

Their eyes were directed towards where the said simpleton ace was standing and placing meat until it towered on your empty plate.

“Eat more, [Name]-chan! Or you won’t get even taller!” he stated.

“And eat more vegetables!” Kuroo added, placing cabbages and carrots to your plate, adding even more food.

“Have some rice balls, too.” Somehow, even Akaashi participated in this whole fiasco and put a rice ball onto your plate. Now, there’s a ridiculous amount of food on your plate.

“…I can’t eat this much,” you commented, staring at the food filling your plate.

“Nonsense, I don’t see you eat anything even when the others are,” Akaashi stated. “You’re too busy handling other things nonstop.”

“Have a break will you,” Kuroo patted your back. “Everyone’s having fun and you should too.”

“Have more meat, [Name]-san!” Hinata said.

“You can have my share, Otohaku-chan!” Lev followed and you immediately shook your head.

“At least he and Akaashi took care of our baby manager well,” Kaori sighed in relief.

“[Name]-chan is close with Fukurodani’s captain and setter, huh? Even Nekoma’s captain,” Mako giggled. “She’s drawing everyone in.”

“Well, it’s rare for a first-year to be as tall as her,” Eri grinned. “The boys are especially poles so it’s probably great not to strain their neck once in a while from looking down.”

“Karasuno’s pretty lucky to have her, huh?” Yukie said after swallowing her food.

“Yeah, we are,” Shimizu smiled.

“Did you have fun?” Sawamura asked you when you’re helping other managers to clean up the remaining plates left behind on the table along with other scraps littering around. He picked up a few paper cups and placed it into the trash bin.

“Definitely,” you answered without hesitation. “Everyone’s so nice, it’s probably the most fun I’ve had.”

“Thank goodness, then,” he gave you a smile.

“I’m really glad I joined the volleyball club,” you commented, grinning.

“And we glad to have you here,” the captain chuckled and replied.

Everything was over by the time the sun started to sink into the horizon–time truly flew by when you enjoyed it. Since Miyagi was quite a distance from Saitama, they needed to depart first or they would be back extremely late at night. Yukie and Eri were fake-crying and joking about refusing to let you go–in the end, you’re all exchanging numbers so you could keep in touch.

“Did you have fun, Otohaku-san?”

“Coincidentally, you asked the same question as my captain, Akaashi-san.” The Fukurodani setter, like before, helping you on carrying the extra luggage in hand although you did tell him it’s only until you reached the stairs. “And to answer, I am. These one week of training camp is fun. Somehow, I don’t want this to be over.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll meet again,” Akaashi replied. “At the Spring Interhigh.”

“I’m sure we will, Akaashi-san.” you smiled. “And thank you for helping me with luggage.”

“[Name]-chan!!” Bokuto bounded over with a grin plastered on his face. “We’ll be waiting at the nationals!”

“Karasuno, Bokuto-san. Otohaku-san doesn’t play volleyball.” Akaashi deadpanned.

“Just agree with me once, Akaashi!”

“Well, whatever he said,” Kuroo piped up, approaching the three of you. “Made sure your team go to the nationals so we could meet again and make the battle came true.”

“I’ll do my best, Kuroo-san.” Then Kuroo reached out to ruffle your hair, it’s been a while since he did that and you weren’t even going to lie about enjoying it. The cat captain was similar to an older brother now.

“Off you go then, [Name],” he removed his hand from your head. “And don’t miss me.”

“How could I when I have your phone number, Kuroo-san?” you snickered. “You’re probably going to bombard me with chemistry puns at 10pm.”

“Then, I’m gonna call you every day so you won’t have to deal with Kuroo!” Bokuto declared before laughing victoriously.

“Please block his number immediately, Otohaku-san,” Akaashi stated. “Or you won’t be getting any sleep. His talking is endless.”

“Why, Akaashi!?” the said boy whined.

“Aside from that, be careful on your way home,” Akaashi decided to ignore the captain and gave you a small smile.

You returned his smile. “Will do, Akaashi-san.”

With that, the whole week of summer training camps has come to an end. The whole team watched you guys drove away into the other way back to Miyagi.

“You have a match tomorrow, don’t you?” former Coach Ukai questioned, brows creased from the insistence of your combi. “That’s probably enough, then!”

“One more! Just one more!” Hinata pleaded.

“We’ll finish after this one!” Kageyama added.

Two days of practicing to prepare for the preliminaries, just a day before the match Sawamura dismissed them early to get some rest. Since it would be impossible to use the gym unless getting an earful from him, Kageyama and Hinata needed to look for another place. Former Coach Ukai lent them the court only for a bit, just until the others who wants to practice comes.

And you were there to hold a leash if they’re being stubborn or something.

“This is the last, alright?” you scolded the two. “We shouldn’t bother the others who wants to practice here. And you should rest before the match.”

Thankfully the older man letting them had the court just one more time and you couldn’t help but feeling grateful of it. You sighed before turning to face former Coach Ukai and bowed down. “On their behalf, I apologize.”

“It’s fine.” Former Coach Ukai dismissed it. “Their eagerness is a great thing, but even eagerness isn’t going to magically give them energy. It would be bad if they burnt out even before the game started.”

“[Name]-san! Can you throw us the ball?” Hinata called out.

In the end, the two managed to successfully killed the quick–and sure enough, it also impressed former Coach Ukai which added more reassurance that your team would be more than okay to face the entire preliminaries and became champions.

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tragedy-for-sale · 3 years

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Wear and Tear: Tech

Hey, TW for this one, since cowboy hat man is probably not gonna give us a scene where Wrecker talks to Tech and Hunter about what he did, like he did with omega, I wrote it instead. :)

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Tech had gotten out of the shower, he always took hot showers, but today he had to take a cold one. He didn't know why, but he had to. Well, that was a lie. Tech refused to acknowledge the reason: The warmth of the shower, which usually brought him comfort, didn't. It felt as a warm hug, wrapping one's self in a blanket with hot chocolate in your hands, it was laying in someone's arms, drifting to sleep. So you see, Tech had to take that cold shower, for the feeling of touch had brought him a great deal of discomfort. 'My brother's hand around my neck, cutting off the blood flow and oxygen to my brain-'

Tech let out a small gasp, trying not to think about it. He had been trying so hard not to think about his brother, with his hand around my neck. But it never left his mind. Tech argued with his mind nonstop, logic against feeling. Logic: Wrecker had no control over himself, it wasn't him. Feeling: Wrecker, he hurt me. He's not supposed to do that! You don't hurt people you love.

He looked into the mirror, hands going to his neck, the bruises were apparent. Tech hadn't even realized he'd bruised, due to his blacks, but then he'd changed into pajamas and when he had joined his family again, Omega cried out. That had scared him, well startled him, really. He then had to explain to Omega how bruises would work, he wouldn't forget what she said after, 'Wrecker had that tight of a grip on you?' Yes, he was trying to hurt me. But Tech didn't actually say anything. He remembered looking to Hunter, his hand going to his own neck before disappearing to the refresher. He didn't remember Wrecker's face, he didn't even look at him.

Tech hadn't know why he'd been surprised, he knew how bruises work, he knew some part of him knew there'd be a reminder. But he figured it would just be Wrecker's face. At least the bruises were temporary, the memory and the feeling would last forever. Tech looked down, he'd been doing surprisingly well, he thought so at least. He didn't blame Wrecker, he wasn't scared of him in the slightest, he loved his brother, even if Wrecker had meant what he'd done, I could never be scared of him. I could never do anything except love him.

So Tech had been doing okay, he was okay..... 'No' He whimpered, voice cracking slightly as his eyes watered. 'No I'm not okay,' He hugged himself, looking into the mirror again. Tech couldn't remember half of it, but something in his mind screamed at him all day, everyday. So maybe, it was then that Tech let himself have this moment. He still had time before his brothers wondered why he was taking so long. 'Because I was crying, because I did not react in the moment, I froze in the moment, but now, now I'm able to move, able to think, and I can't stop feeling.'

For the next five minutes, whatever emotion Tech had kept inside, he let out. Then, in a precise manner, he wiped his eyes, splashed his face, then started to get dressed. He was about to put his shirt back on when he happened to look in the mirror again. Wrecker held me up with one hand and his grip on me-' Tech shook his head before jumping to a knock on the door. "Yes?" He called.

"Hey," Wrecker. "Uh, dinner is gonna be soon, half-pint, if you're gonna eat?" Tech had turned to face the door and almost smiled, 'half-pint' it was his nickname, one he hadn't been called in a long time, mind you. It made Tech smile now, even though he once loathed it. 'Wrecker's trying, trying to make up for something he didn't do.'

"Yes, thank you, I'll be out in a few minutes," He answered. Tech then turned back to the mirror, his smile falling as he was reminded of how hard life was now compared to the days when he was 'half-pint,' Now they're all grown up, and life is harder than they ever imagined. He bit his cheek, a sour look on his face, "Wrecker-" He called out, why he did so was for no logical reason. I need my brother.

Wrecker, who had been lingering by the door hoping Tech would say something more was almost relieved when he did. But the tone of Tech's voice sent all logic out the window, he burst in, "Tech, you okay?"

Wrecker froze as he found Tech sitting on the floor, "Tech!" He tried so hard not to scream, he didn't want to scare him. "What happened?"

"I'm fine," Tech rested his head against the cabinet, "The floor is cool." He explained as he closed his eyes. Wrecker frowned, coming in and sitting next to Tech, but still at a good distance. For a moment, they sat in silence. Wrecker wasn't going to speak while Tech's eyes were closed. He'd spent enough time comforting his brothers in a refresher, he knew the drill.

"Remember that day Hunter and you found me bleeding after those cadets beat me up? In our own home?" Tech looked at his brothers, eyes glazed over with no thought behind them. There was always so much to see in Tech's eyes. But right now, there was nothing. That would haunt Wrecker forever, the light drained from his brothers eyes. I remember when it happened with Crosshair, he never came back-

"I remember." Wrecker nodded solemnly, they came in and Hunter screamed, "Hunter wouldn't stop screaming." He recalled, "He cradled your unconscious body and screamed, he screamed until his physical pain hurt him more than seeing you beaten blue." Wrecker couldn't look Tech in the eyes, "Stars, he wouldn't let you go either, I had to hold him back as 99 took you in his arms. He kicked and screamed and cried a lot that day."

Tech nodded, he never knew, he only knew the after, waking up in the medbay in his brothers' arms and 99's. "He was hurting."

"Yes." He felt betrayed. "... Tech, what's that gotta do with anything?" Wrecker asked. Oh, how soft his voice sounded. How heartbroken he was.

"That's the only experience I can connect this to, brothers beating me up" But they had done it on purpose. Then Tech laughed, making Wrecker jump. "Oh! They bruised my ribs and sprained my wrist," He started to laugh more loudly, "My goggles! They stole my goggles too!!" Tech laughed but there was nothing but pain behind his grin.

"Tech, it wasn't hilarious, they hurt you." Wrecker shook his head, unable to comprehend why Tech was practically cackling. "Tech-"

"They HURT me!" He slapped his knee as he laughed, soon his laughter became a silent, he'd been laughing too long and he couldn't breath. But he kept laughing. Wrecker scrunched his face. That wasn't funny. That was the worst day of their lives and Tech was laughing.

"Tech! Stop laughing!" Wrecker yelled, if Tech didn't know better, he'd saying Wrecker was mad. "Tech!"

His brother turned, slapping Wrecker's chest weakly, he couldn't stop laughing, with tears in his eyes, he took huge gasps for air until his laugh did finally turn to a cry, then a cry to a sob, sob to a wail. He fell into Wrecker's arms, but Wrecker, who'd been so afraid of himself was too scared to hug his brother. Even though Tech's arms were already around him tightly.

"I know it wasn't you-" He gasped out between his sobs, "I know it wasn't you, I know, I know, I know." He hugged Wrecker tightly, burying his face, Wrecker was frozen, unable and unwilling to move. "I know it wasn't you." With a loud gasp for air, Tech pushed Wrecker back and retreated back to his own space, drawing his legs to his chest and staring forward, hugging himself.

"I'm sorry," Wrecker let out a sigh, "I'm sorry, Tech, I tried, I really tried-"

"I said I know it wasn't you." He almost snapped. But his face softened again, "I mean," He then looked to Wrecker, "You always said you'd never hurt us and I know you wouldn't, and who you were in that moment, was definitely not my big brother" Tech sighed, rubbing his eyes, "I couldn't even think, Wrecker." He whispered, "I didn't even try to fight back, all I remember is seeing your face and thinking how much you loved me. So I thought, perhaps, you were hurting me for a reason, that I'd done something."

"Tech..." Wrecker was horrified Tech would ever think such a thought, I'd never hurt you. I love you too much.

"I know" Tech knew what Wrecker was thinking, "I know in my mind it is the farthest from the truth," Tech wiped his eyes again, "But I thought it anyways, I'm sorry." Sorry I ever thought you'd get tired of me.

"You don't need to say sorry, you don't got anythin' to say sorry for." Wrecker shook his head.

"I do though," Tech smiled solemnly, "I thought you were hurting me, it never occurred to me it couldn't have ever been you," Tech paused, looking to his brother, "It never occurred to me to fight back because I thought it was you. So I really should have known better, you would never hurt me,"

"Because I would never hurt you."

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#then maybe they smile at each other and everything is going to be okay #and Tech probably puts his shirt on whoops #Hunter's is coming #clones #clone wars #star wars #tcw #sw #tech #wrecker #the bad batch #tbb

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jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav · 3 years

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so since you're gonna do the avatar!mc au with the entities you think each brother would fear the most (SO excited for that btw, my friend can attest to the fact that i've basically been rambling about tma x om nonstop since the first post you made that put the two together), i'd love to hear your thoughts on which entity each brother would *be* an avatar of, if you're cool with sharing! personally i love the ideas of specifically vast!levi and dark!belphie but i'd love to hear your takes on the concept! <3

So because of how time works, despite receiving this ask on July 12, by the time you see this it’ll be August! So the entire Avatar!MC series should be out by now, which I hope you will/have enjoy/ed. I wholeheartedly agree with the concept of Vast! Levi, which I’ve talked about before (as you know ;) ), but I will happily ramble about it again!

These aren’t gonna be short fics though bc I do Yearn to save that energy for The Longfic, which is still in the planning stages because a) I can’t pick a timeline, and b) trying to match up the timelines of Obey Me and TMA is hard, especially when I tend to have a violent disrespect for actually paying attention to the timing of plot events in both. I already fucked up a part of the plotting because I forgot the order we get pacts with the brothers lmao

Content warnings: Mentions/allusions to tma-typical Spookies, yet another installation of my Cursed Crossover idea, lengthy debates about what makes someone choose to become an avatar of fear, spoilers for Lesson 16+ of Obey Me and S5 of TMA

What Entity Do I Think The Brothers Would Serve? (Cursed TMA x Obey Me Crossover)

Lucifer

So I put him as falling victim to the Eye/Beholding bc of his whole thing about Secrets and Pride being about wanting control over your own image

And he does have a creepy tendency in canon to always know when his brothers are up to some Dumb Shit

BUT! You know what we see in Lucifer’s character that we see in a certain Entity?

A simultaneous manipulation of others and submission to being manipulated by a higher power

That’s right, I think Luci would be a Web avatar

But Winter, Lucifer wouldn’t wanna take marching orders from someone/thing else! He’s too proud for that— You’re right! He doesn’t want to. But he will.

He willingly submitted himself and his family to Diavolo for eternity to get what he wanted (saving Lilith)

And from how much we see him work, it’s safe to say that he’s a pretty damn essential part of running the Devildom

If he really wanted to, he could probably successfully pull a coup on Diavolo

But he doesn’t, because he’s trapped himself by his own honour code

Thus, the sexual tension bromance we all know and love/insist is Deeply Problematic and blacklist (depending on how much you like/hate dialuci lol)

10/10, would fill with spiders again

Mammon

I put Mammon as falling victim to the Buried for pretty obvious reasons

But admittedly picking a fear he’d serve is trickier

I had to get a bit abstract with it, but I think the Hunt might suit him

Not necessarily the primal *cough* and police brutality *cough* parts of the Hunt tho

More like how Basira was considered an avatar of the Hunt in the fearpocalypse because of her mission/promise to Daisy

See, Greed can stem from fear

Fear of losing what you have, of no longer being able to support yourself, of being preyed upon by others

So people become greedy as a defense mechanism, to protect what they have

If they’re on the offensive, they won’t be targeted

Also, if you’re constantly pursuing more more more, there’s no time to think about anything else

Like consequences, or guilt, or Feelings

If Mammon let his little tough guy act go too far for too long, I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to say he could start heading down the path to avatarhood

After all, people pay big money for hitmen and bounty hunters…

Leviathan

As I said last time, I can see why people would associate Levi with the Lonely first: he’s a shut in, he acts like he wants nothing to do with people/would rather be alone, and I get it

BUT! All of that actually stems from the fact that Levi has terrible self-esteem and thinks he deserves to be this gross shut in loser

While envy can make you want to bring others down to your level, so to speak, Levi tends to just shun “normies”, not actively conspire to sabotage them

He actually does crave understanding and to have people in his life, he just doesn’t know how to go about it

Boy’s got Mega Social Anxiety is what I’m saying (funny how both the Lonely and the Eye can be real bad for that, huh)

But the Vast? Nihilism? Takes all the pressure off

If everyone is a small, insignificant speck in the face of an uncaring, unfathomably large cosmos, who cares what you do? Who cares what people think of you?

Yeah, you’d be kinda weird too if you stared into the infinite abyss of the ocean and realized it was just the maw of a gargantuan sea monster too, Karen, lay off

Plus aesthetically, the great Awful Deep most people fear in the ocean is a comfort to Levi

And again, THE VAST IS MORE THAN JUST THE SKY

I WENT ON A BOAT ONCE

LIKE REAL FAR OUT, SO I COULDN’T SEE LAND FOR DAYS

IT WAS JUST ENDLESS B L U E

AND I WAS ON A CRUISE IN THE CARIBBEAN

I SAW A FRACTION OF THE OCEAN’S S U R F A C E AND IT WAS I M M E N S E

Did you know we’ve only explored like 5% or whatever of our oceans? Think about that! Every Single Thing we know about what’s in there is just the tip of the iceberg!!! GOD KNOWS WHAT’S DOWN THERE!!! PROBABLY FUCKED UP FISH IS WHAT

*ahem* anyway, fishee

Satan

Another tricky boi

I marked him down as fearing the Desolation, as a reflection of what he fears most in himself

I probably could have also gone with Slaughter, but I’d say that’s more baby/early-Satan

Desolation is also about destruction of potential, and Satan has very carefully built himself into a non-rage-monster person

So tearing that all away from him is :)))

But what would Satan give himself over to?

Ceaseless Watcher, I want that twink OBLITERATED—

Satan clings to knowledge and erudition to distance himself from the rage he was born as

“Watch and learn” is literally how he became a person

I find it deeply funny that it could also easily be how he becomes a monster once again

Also if you think the avatar of Wrath wouldn’t have a use for supernatural blackmail you’re just straight up incorrect

Couple that with Satan’s various connections and he’d be a Force to Reckon With

Asmodeus

I put him as a victim of the Corruption bc I found it extremely fitting considering the duality of his romanticized image vs the “dirty” fluid-filled nature of Lust.

Lust can be really nasty, but as licentious as Asmo’s supposed to be, he’s surprisingly coy

(now part of that comes from the fact that Obey Me isn’t strictly 18+/full-on porn, but still)

There’s a lot of Interesting Ideas to unpack there with attitudes towards sex vs sensuality and idealisation vs reality

Now as for an avatar… I debated this for a very long time, tossing around Eye, Stranger, Spiral, even Web for like one second

But I think I’ve got it

Slaughter!

Specifically the musical/random outbursts of violence side (not so much the war side)

Why? Well for one, Biblical Asmodeus is said to “"transport men into fits of madness and desire [...] with the result that they commit sin, and fall into murderous deeds (Testament of Solomon, verse 23).”

But also, Obey Me Asmo’s affair with that portrait chick from the earlier lessons started a whole ass war

Like it or not, the boy is very good at instilling manic violence in people

They don’t call it bloodlust for nothing

Beelzebub

I paired Beel with an End avatar MC bc the boy fears losing his loved ones like he lost Lilith

You could argue that Desolation would fit there too but I liked how it fit Satan better

Now as for a Vibe…

I’m tied between Flesh and Corruption tbh

Though corruption is mostly bc buge :)

So I’ll talk about the Flesh

So uh, mass consumerism, meat is meat, cannibalism… see where I’m going?

Ignoring the Hans because that was super racist, the two Flesh avatars I remember best are Jared Hopworth and The Guy Who Stuck His Arm in a Spooky Meat Grinder To Feed His Buds

I think of Jared in relation to Beel not because of the gym thing, but because his very chill/apathetic attitude towards his patron is similar to how I’d picture Beel’s approach to all this

Like “well, guess I’m here now”

I love Beel as much as everyone else, but he’s not exactly apologetic about his… habits

Not to the degree that he’d actually try and change them anyway

So if he got started on the path to Flesh avatarhood, he’d be pretty fucked

Belphegor

I put Web for him as a fear almost entirely because of the concept of Uno Reverse Card, ngl

It does technically tie into his whole thing about being trapped in the attic, since he’d denied all agency and freedom in there, but… Uno Reverse

Dark!Belphie is an interesting concept, and MAG86 “Tucked In” is iconic, but tbh I don’t really… Get the Dark

Don’t get me wrong, put me in a dark place and I will be scared, I don’t like not seeing things, but I have a hard time wrapping my head around why one would become an avatar of the Dark

It’s not a very “primary” fear imo? Like, I’m scared of the dark bc I can’t see what’s there, ie. a threat could be there and I wouldn’t know, but intellectually I know it’s just the absence of light. That’s not really spooky on its own.

I guess what I’m saying is I can attribute spookier things related to the Dark better to other Entities, so I’m not sure what its draw is specifically

According to the Entity Sexiness Survey I did a while back, there’s apparently some Catholic stuff going on with the Dark so maybe that’s why i don’t get it lmao

Anyway I’d put Belphie down for Spiral

“What lies behind a smile” indeed cowboy

Apparently it’s getting choked

Is it because MC’s entire relationship with him is originally founded on a lie?

Is it because the Spiral deals with distortions in your perception, gaslighting gatekeeping girlbossing, as well as foggy liminal mental spaces like between sleep and consciousness, death and life?

Is it because I think Belphie would absolutely delight in driving someone bananas by fucking with their dreams until it bleeds into their waking life?

Is it because being a person or consistent being at all is too much effort, consistent internal geography is hard, fuck it, just be an endless twisting series of hallways?

Yes :)

#obey me #tma #cursed tma x om crossover #obey me headcanons #tma the entities #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor

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starcrossedkaiju · 3 years

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Kingslayer AU: Chapter 11

The big one! This literally took weeks to complete. I wanted it to be done.

We are inching ever closer to the end of this arc. Two more chapters I think.

This one is much longer than the recent ones, but don’t worry. That theme most likely won’t continue.

Warnings: // non-explicit blood, violence, and injury, Major Character Death(s) \\

Scar called upon all of his allies on an exceptionally cold evening, a wicked blizzard was blowing through the server as Scott walked hand in hand with Jimmy through the white-out. Even the desert wasn’t spared from the stirring storm.

A broken line of lights were ascending up Monopoly Mountain, all headed to the same meeting.

When everyone had arrived, warm drinks were passed around. Cleo, Bdubs, Tango, Scott, Jimmy, Grian, and the resident Enderman were huddled in the living area.

Scott was biting his nails, so to speak. He was pretty sure he knew what they were there for; and he was not excited. He sat next to Jimmy and begged that the Red Desert wasn’t going to start a war with Dogwarts. It was going to happen sooner or later, everyone knew that, but Scott felt an ounce of selfishness.

Things were going so well.

He was starting to feel like he was on the wrong side of history. Sitting in that room, Scott had been to Dogwarts after Grain and Scar had tried to burn Skiz’s banner. He was in the room when they started talking about war; and here he was again. In a room talking about war.

He was there for quiet conversations about nonstop threats from Scar and Grian, how they were going to protect themselves, and questioning why it had to be them.

Pizza was dead. The air was unstable, everyone could feel it.

Scar began talking about a plan to trap the Sand Castle. Grian was confident that their new bunker would protect them well enough and had even started moving their things out. Dogwarts was to be baited into the castle where Scar would be waiting for them, to pull the trigger and blow the entire building to smithereens with the Red Army inside.

The thought of it made Scott’s insides turn. He’d already jeopardized his entire mission by falling for Dogwarts, becoming their friend when he was supposed to hate them, he kicked up the dirt when he suggested that Etho’s house was flammable, another slip up and the house of cards he’d built could be pulled down around him.

The whole meeting Scott just sat on the couch feeling sick. Too cowardly to say it was wrong. When he knew it was wrong. Like always, he let someone else steer his life for him. Scott watched as everyone agreed and started leaving. A feeling of distance fell upon him as he walked back home, Jimmy in the lead this time.

Tomorrow. He only had until tomorrow to decide whose side he was on. Scott stared at the ceiling in bed, he knew he wouldn’t be seeing a second of sleep when his pager started beeping. Already knowing who it was, Scott quietly left the house once more.

Dogwarts was eerily silent on top, but a quiet conversation emitted from the living quarters. Every member was sat around the room conversing with each other about their plan of attack. Tango shot him a glance when he entered the room, his eyes went wide and he excused himself from his conversation with Joel.

“Scott?” He whispered scoldingly when he was close enough, shoving the other to the most empty side of the room.

“I can’t do this Tango, I’m telling them,” Scott whispered.

“What? No, no, no, you can’t back out now! My god- Scott how could you even come here?” Tango hissed through his teeth.

“This is wrong! You know it’s wrong! I can’t just stand by anymore, I can’t do this to them,” Scott tried to keep his composure. He pleaded.

“And what about the others? What about you? Us?” Tango asked, his face was pale.

Scott closed his eyes, he’d done everything in his power to give as little information as he could about the Red Desert Alliance to Dogwarts. He wanted to protect people, of course, but he knew there was no escaping the war. Even if he didn’t say anything tonight. Something would happen tomorrow.

His friends were wrong, he’d grown enough to see that.

“I’m sorry,” he said, drowning out the lump in his throat and turning away from Tango, who yanked his sleeve in a last ditch effort. It was too late.

Scott strode over to Ren, tapping him on the shoulder. The Red King looked down, dismissing Etho and addressing Scott.

“Hey dude,” he greeted.

Scott’s hands shook as he formulated his admission, “The Red Desert is going to war with you tomorrow,” he said. Plain and simple.

The horrific shock on Tango and Impulse’s faces could easily be read as concern for the Red Army.

Scott felt like he shrunk to the size of an atom as everyone took turns looking at each other. Ren brought a steady hand to his chin, resting it on his knuckles in thought. The lights glared pure white off his glasses.

He walked to the table in the middle of the room and gazed upon the map, leaning over it to ponder. Scott fell back against the wall, his heart was pounding in his ears. He wasn’t even paying attention when Ren started firing off about their plan of action.

He wasn’t listening when Tango yelled at him on the way home. All he could think about was what the hell he was going to do now.

The jig was certainly going to be up tomorrow. Someone was going to be accused of spying, and when one of them went down, so would the rest.

What would Jimmy think of him? Should he just come clean? Admit to joining the Red Army on accident and let him figure out how he felt about it?

It didn’t matter. Scott had three hours to rest his eyes, and spend possibly the last peaceful night he would ever have with his husband.

The morning was spent mostly in silence. Scott gathered his weapons and stocked his arsenal with potions. He stared at the wall and went over the situation in his head. Preparing goodbyes, apology speeches, everything he could think of that might go wrong.

“Hey,” Jimmy came up behind him, taking a fire resistant potion out of his hand, “I was scared you were gonna drop it if you floated away any further,” he sat down on the workbench.

“Are you scared?” he asked, taking Scott’s hand and interlocking their fingers.

Scott closed his eyes, leaning his head on Jimmy’s shoulder. He nodded his head, not in the mood to lie.

“So am I,” Jimmy confessed, “just promise me something?” he tucked Scott’s stray hairs behind his ears.

“No goodbyes,” he said. As if he was swearing it into existence.

Scott nodded, doing his best to smile optimistically. He held out his pinkie finger in a gesture of promise. Jimmy hooked his own pinkie around it and shook it a bit, leaning forwards to touch foreheads with the other before leaving to get his armor.

They left at dawn and shivered all the way to the Red Desert. It was exceptionally cold that morning. Like the weather was also fighting in their war. A small group of people was gathered at the bottom of Monopoly Mountain. Most of them were sat sharpening their weapons and counting their arrows. Scott spotted Tango and shot him the most apologetic look he could manage before excusing himself to talk to him.

“Tango,” Scott started.

“You know they’re going to be here any second,” Tango said, “so why don’t you tell us about the plan like you did for them?”

Scott was making his mind up about what he should say when an arrow shot into the sand near his feet. He looked up, scanning the tree line.

It was too late.

Everyone gathered on the sand snapped to attention, drawing their weapons and forming a group opposite to the Red Army. Scar was shaking his head, asking himself how this could happen. Scott walked wearily to the frontlines, his free hand was taken by Jimmy.

Everyone in the Red Desert looked at each other, then Scar raised his bow, and that was it.

Scott was jumped by Impulse. Better him than anyone else, even if his blows were a bit harder due to bitterness. They went back and forth stealing glances at the rest of the battle where a few mounds had been constructed to hide behind.

Impulse kicked Scott onto his back and kneeled on his stomach, taking his air. He leaned in, sparing nervous glances to their surroundings.

“I hope you got your fill of righteousness,” he hissed.

Scott gasped for air, “this was going to happen whether I had a part in it or not,” he said.

“How could you?!” Impulse shouted, but whatever else he was going to say was stolen when Bdubs rushed him from the side, throwing both of them off of Scott and into their own cloud of dust.

Scott breathed in a lung full of dust and rolled over, stumbling to his feet and spinning around to gauge the battle. It was a blur. His mind flew to looking for Jimmy. Someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him behind a shield, where a stray arrow plunged into the wood.

“Where is Grian?” Tango shook Scott’s arm, sweat was rolling down his face through a coat of brown dust.

“I don’t know! I haven’t seen him since..” Scott froze.

Tango seemed to read the pallid expression on his face and nodded encouragingly.

Scott didn’t finish his sentence. He threw himself to his feet and sprinted across the battlefield, towards the border of the desert. A series of blueprints he’d seen all those weeks ago flashed through his head as he ran. Dodging arrows and slamming into his fellow server mates.

Finally, he rounded a barricade and saw what he was hoping not to see. A few hundred yards away, Scar was taking Ren and Martyn in battle. Inching ever closer to a disarmingly empty plot of land. Scott knew that if you weren’t aware, you’d barely be able to see the tiny windows sticking out of the sand.

“Scar!” he called out.

Nobody heard him.

Even if they did, there was no time.

The ground under his feet rumbled, causing him to drop his weapon before a flash of pure light pierced the air. He heard screams for a moment, but they were quickly drowned out by a wall of fire ejecting itself from the ground. Scott was knocked off his feet and launched through the air.

He hit the ground with a painful thud, but he didn’t come to a stop until he’d bounced head over heels a few feet further.

Scott’s nose was pressed into the ground as he rolled around in pain. He pushed himself to his knees with shaking arms.

In front of him was a gigantic, jagged crater carved into the ground. Smoke and fire billowed from its crude maw. Scott coughed and tried to wave away the suffocating ash to no avail. It permeated his eyes and throat.

Scott realized he had been rendered deaf for the moment, and partially blind for that matter. He struggled to his feet and outstretched his arms for balance, falling over twice before his purchase returned to him.

Someone grabbed his arms from behind and spun him around, touching his face and holding him up steadily.

“I can’t hear!” Scott shouted, pointing to his ears in case whoever it was didn’t understand him.

“Can’t see you,” he pointed at his eyes and then at where he assumed the person was.

The person took his hand and formed it into a fist, then interlocked their pinkie with his own.

“Jimmy?” Scott asked, he rubbed his eyes but his hands were taken away. Jimmy positioned his face gently and he felt water in his eyes, washing away the charred debris.

His vision returned to him as the stinging in his eyes subsided. Not so much the same for his hearing, but that was okay. Jimmy hugged him close and looked him over one more time, before tracing the word “stay” on Scott’s palm.

Scott nodded, watching the other go off into the smoke. Probably to help people.

Something moved in his peripheral vision. Through the black smoke came a figure. Scott recognized it as Scar. He was climbing out of the crater. His movements looked painful, he was dragging something behind him.

It became apparent when he hoisted the object over the edge of the crater that Scar was dragging a limp Grian behind him. He laid the other out on the sand, hovering over him with concern etched on his face.

Scott crawled over, shouting to see if Scar could hear him. He pointed at his ears and shook his head. Scott wished he knew human sign language.

Scar turned his attention back to attempting to wake Grian, who wasn’t moving. He didn’t even seem to be breathing. Sensing that Scar was beginning to get very upset, Scott told him to sit back.

First he tried patting Grian on the chest, tapping his forehead, then observing him for any sign of breathing. His lips weren’t blue yet, he was still alive. Scott took his fist and pressed it deeply into Grian’s sternum, then firmly rubbed up and down.

Grian didn’t move at first, then his eyes flew open under his cracked glasses. His arms shot up to cover his chest and he cursed profusely at how he’d been woken up. He’d probably have a bruise for a while.

Scott motioned for him to calm down and breathe. Count to ten and back, and so on. Grian followed his instructions, wiping the dirt from his face and off his probably useless glasses.

Once he was sure Grian and Scar were fine, he quietly excused himself. The dust has started to clear now and the silhouettes of Dogwarts and the Red Desert alike were milling around, nobody seemed to be fighting anymore. Presumably lost without their respective captains. Scott’s ears has started ringing, and behind the din he could hear the ghosts of people shouting.

Scott idly counted the people around him. Some were huddled over a hastily constructed furnace attempting to brew last minute healing potions. As he counted, he kept coming up short. He counted again, and again. Every time there were two people missing.

He turned back to the crater. Whose smoke had started dissipating into the sky. He knew who was missing, and as he stared into the gaping wound of the earth, a hand reached up to the sky. Then came down on the jagged cliff, pulling the rest of the body to the surface.

Ren fell in a heap at the edge of the hole. Breathing hard from his journey to the top. Scott didn’t know whether or not to offer him help. His sunglasses were nowhere to be found, probably crunched beneath the debris of the bunker and the rest of the desert, and he was covered in a layer of collateral grime. It painted his clothes black and made his yellow eyes stand out.

He pushed himself to his knees with a lot of trouble, scanning the destroyed battle field with a mirthful expression until his gaze fell on Scott. The way in which they locked eyes made Scott flinch, he was in big trouble.

His mind told him he needed to diffuse the situation, but he was still without most of his hearing. It would be even harder if Ren had also been deafened. A familiar “why me” rang through his head. The urge to just leave and call everything quits nagged at him.

Ren stood on shaking legs and made his way, as quick as he could manage, into Scott’s personal space, who backed away; but he yanked his arm.

He stared talking very fast. Scott saw his mouth move but barely any noise actually processed in his mind. Scott shouted as clearly as he could that he couldn’t hear. Throwing in a few sorry’s as he went.

Ren dragged his hands from the tips of his ears down his face in frustration, his fingertips left smudges on his cheeks and over his eyes. He began doing sign language, but Scott shook his head.

By now a small congregation of people had started observing the argument from a distance. All of them more privy to what Ren was mad about than Scott was. Heat rose to his face in embarrassment as he tried to talk over Ren, trying to explain himself. Ren had started yelling as if it would help, and the argument was getting visibly heated when Jimmy stepped in.

He pushed Ren back with force so that he stumbled. This seemed to cause a chain reaction. Ren shoved Jimmy back, and they went back and forth until Jimmy threw a punch.

Scott attempt to make them stop, he came between them and ordered them to calm down, but tensions were far too high for any de-escalating. His emotions were verging on a serious breakdown, frantically begging the fight to stop. To let him explain.

Nobody heard him. If they did, they didn’t care.

Ren had taken out his damaged axe and started swinging.

Jimmy kicked Ren in the stomach, the ladder fell on his back and Jimmy kicked him again.

“Jimmy stop it!” Scott shouted, and he could almost hear himself.

Jimmy looked up at him, still standing over the Red King. His eyes were furious.

Something passed quickly in Scott’s periphery, so he turned around.

Behind him, one foot still propping himself out of the crater, was Martyn. A freshly shot bow still aimed in front of him. His eyes were dark and angry as he stared right past Scott.

Scott turned back to Jimmy, whose eyes were fixed and frozen on Martyn. He staggered back, looking down at his chest where a poisoned arrow had pierced his battle-worn chest plate. His hand wrapped around the projectile, and as if he weren’t even thinking, he wrenched it from his flesh.

Jimmy’s expression read as shock. Right before his eyes rolled into his head and he fell like a load of bricks onto his knees, then his back. His fingers were still wrapped tightly around the arrow. Covered in a mixture of blood and sickly green poison.

He fell, and he stayed.

Scott didn’t have a second to process. Not even the thought to scream, reach out, or run came to him. A blanket of nauseating numbness draped itself around him. His mind left him as he stared helplessly. He watched as Jimmy’s lifeless body grew tendrils of thorny vines until it was consumed indefinitely. Only an arrow wrapped in rose vines remained. Light green flowers bloomed and waved in the wind.

And as if he were watching himself on a screen, Scott did something that he didn’t know he could do. That he had forgotten he could do.

A flash of light illuminated the livid grey sky.

Just as fast, Scott had approached Martyn, who didn’t have time to run. He didn’t have time to put his arms in front of his face as Scott’s hand curled into a fist.

He brought his knuckles down on the center of Martyn’s face, an audible crunch sounded out as he was knocked off his feet. A horrified expression painted itself on his face as he held his bleeding nose.

Scott raised his fist again, and as he did a string of dry lighting spread across the sky. He aimed again, and when his fist met Martyn’s face, a bolt of light shot down from the sky. It turned the world into a pure white canvas with an ear piercing roar.

In its wake was a blackened patch of burning sand. Scott and Martyn sat just as they had been before, but Martyn would not get up.

His body lay bruised and burnt, eyes closed tightly in pain. The rose vines claimed his remains quickly, wrapping around a pair of bloodied hands instead of an arrow this time.

Scott stayed bent over where his friend had been. Tears streamed down his face as the static disappeared from his ears. He ripped his arms out of the thorns which tore at his bandages. Blood permeated the wrappings, but he didn’t know how much was his.

He pushed himself away, kneeling in the grave he’d created.

“Major,” someone said, cold and angry.

A hand planted itself firmly on his shoulder, spinning him around forcefully. Scott had only a second to see that it was Ren, before he was hoisted up by the front of his shirt and thrown across creation. Landing hard on his ass for the second time that day. His shoulder made a nauseating POP, hanging limply and awkwardly at his side when he pushed himself up.

Ren placed his foot on his chest to keep him down.

Behind Ren, the greater alliance of Dogwarts had gathered. Confusion and betrayal was etched on their faces.

“Not a word, Major,” Ren said. Low and forced, his eyes were blown wide with something like fear.

Then he raised the handle of his broken axe over his head, the hilt made contact with Scott’s skull.

Lights out.

#me writing this was like no shawty don’t do that 😫#it’s almost midnight as i’m typing these tags pardon my unhingedness #kingslayer au #mcyt #mcytblr #3rd life smp #3rdlife #on god I really have to do all these characters tags #goodtimeswithscar #grian #scott smajor #solidarity gaming #impulsesv #tangotek #bdubbleo100 #zombie cleo

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wastelandlovingscenarios · 4 years

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Hello! Can I request the companions reacting to a cute, sleepy female sole who suddenly becomes affectionate (through words or actions)? Pls make them have a huge crush on the ss ^.^

so cute! i love all your requests! (i’m not proud of this(?)) ❤️

“how much farther is diamond city?” sole whined loudly. she didn’t mean to complain, really, but the fact that she’s been on her feet nonstop for 3 days and getting only 4 hours of sleep every night had been killing her. of course, he noticed this and wanted her to catch more z’s but they were definitely vulnerable and short on time, so they had no choice but to keep pushing. he shot her a glance and noticed how exhausted she looked, sole looked like she could barely even hold a gun properly. “we can always stop by a shack or something.” hearing this, soles head shot up, a relieved sigh escaping her mouth. “well, what are we waiting for then?” he yelped as sole grabbed his hand, running to the nearest building they could find, “h-hey! slow down!”

soon enough, they had both settled down in a small house they had found not even a mile away and dusted off the beds that had been laying there for god knows how long. sole stretched tiredly as she made her way to her companion, who gazed out the window for any nearby enemies. he felt his bed sink as she sat next to him, letting out a yawn. “you should really be getting some sleep,” he muttered, “ill keep watch for tonight.” he was expecting her to head back to her own bed but little did he know, it was the quite opposite of what she was told to do.

Danse:

danse felt his body stiffen as sole rested her head on his shoulder, a choked sound escaping his mouth. “hey, w-what are you doing?! this is inappropriate..!” flustered was an understatement this man was feeling. his heart was thumping inhumanely loud, and he felt like he was gonna pass out any minute. “sorry,” sole sleepily murmured, “i just like having you ‘round me..” he wanted to chide her so bad, but something in him wanted to push her to say more, “i-i, um,-“ he cleared his throat, embarrassed, “am i able to know w-why?”

“i dunno,” god, her voice was so soft when she was sleepy, “i feel safe around you.” he felt his face flush 50 different shades of red as he stuttered, “i-i’m glad i make you feel that way..” he allowed his shoulders to relax as she began to drift off to sleep, her voice getting quieter by the second,

“you make me feel more than that, yknow..?” danse felt his body grow rigid as her words repeated in his head, “what do you mea-“ before he could finish his sentence, sole had fallen asleep against him within no time. as bad as he wanted to wake her up to find out the real meaning behind that message, he decided it was a conversation for another day. for now, her words imprinted on his mind, keeping him wide awake for the rest of the night.

Deacon:

he observed how sole laid on his bed and moved into a somewhat fetal position, her eyes not budging from a certain spot in front of her. out of curiosity, he followed her line of vision and realized that she had been staring at his hands, which were currently fiddling with the gun. with a confused look on his face, he joked, “what? are you into hands or something, charmer?” sole let out a soft chuckle as she used an elbow to prop herself up and punched deacon playfully on the arm. “you’re so stupid deacon,” she bantered, a soft smile playing on her face, “but i can’t lie, you do have nice hands.” deacon let out a dramatic gasp as his free hand covered his mouth, “and what about the rest of me? i’m hurt.” rolling her eyes, sole lightly brushed her fingers against his knuckles and soon rubbed his fingers with her thumb. “well, i never said anything bad about the rest of you.”

“heh, guess you can’t get enough of me.” he was beyond nervous, and was more than grateful that his sunglasses hid it. he hadn’t felt this kind of feeling since barbara, and knew there was no escape to his attraction for her, no matter how hard he tried.

“yeah, i guess i can’t.” she said as she continued to draw figures on his hand, her eyes growing heavy. he noticed how sole kept waking up, trying to keep her hand on his as she (unsuccessfully) fought her sleep. with a small smile, deacon laced his fingers with hers as she slowly fell into a deep slumber. his eyes fixated on their intertwined hands, wanting to take in the sensation just a little longer. oh man, he was so ready to tease sole about this the next morning.

Hancock:

he felt arms wrap around his torso from behind and was nearly shocked at the sudden affection. “sunshine?” he felt her grip tighter onto him, “is there something wrong?” sole shook her head and only spoke softly, “nothings wrong, i just wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me,” she nervously tapped her fingers against his abdomen, “i know i’m not the easiest person to travel with, let alone, help every single day.” hancock smiled softly and let out a chuckle, putting his hand on top of hers. “you’re the best person i’ve ever met, and i’d do anything for you. besides, there’s nobody else i’d rather have as my partner.”

“i hope you know i’d do the same for you.” he took in the silence that followed right after, only staring down at her arms that were enveloping him. he enjoyed the feeling of her body against his, and how her arms fit so perfectly around him. after what seemed like forever, sole broke the stillness of the atmosphere. “can we stay like this for a little? i just-“

“no need to explain yourself sunshine, take as long as you please, i don’t mind.” sole only muttered a small, ‘thank you’ as hancock hummed a little tune of approval. he felt soles breath slow down, and he carefully turned around to face her, taking sole into his arms. hancock let out a grin as he moved a piece of her hair out of her face, he never really had the chance to see sole up close, but was glad he was blessed to have that opportunity. hancock placed her onto the bed nearby and sat by her side, her touch still lingering on his torso.

Maccready:

he felt his heart race as he noticed sole staring right at him, a inquisitive look on her face. “uh, what’s up, boss?” maccready began to feel anxious as sole continued to eye him, “um, earth to sole, are you still with me?” sole tilted her head cutely, making maccreadys cheeks turn red. “sorry, it’s not everyday i get to look at you up close,” her eyes fluttered tiredly, “actually, i never had the chance, we never really have time.” she was right, they never really got to see each other eye to eye and this was the very first, and hopefully not the last, time that he’ll get to experience it. he took in her features, and knew that the commonwealth barely had anyone as attractive as sole. sole was really beautiful, almost too beautiful to be existent in the commonwealth.

his train of thought was cut off by soles soft voice, “you’re really attractive,” maccready felt his ears heat up in embarrassment as sole took in the view, “i wonder how you’re still single. i’m surprised i haven’t caught a girl checking you out yet.”

normally, maccready would make some snarky remark or say something like ‘quit it’, but his undeniable and obvious crush for sole told him otherwise. he felt his confidence skyrocket thanks to sole, it really wasn’t everyday maccready received a compliment, especially from the girl he admired. “thanks boss.. it really means a lot coming from you.” he rubbed his neck sheepishly as sole stretched, getting up on her feet to head to bed. oh how maccready wished he could grow the balls to say the same to her. “of course mac, i wouldn’t be lying to my favorite partner!” he watched as she laid on her bed, giving maccready one final stare before closing her eyes. “goodnight, mac.” “night boss.” he felt his heart jump in happiness as he realized how lucky he was to have someone like sole by his side.

Nick Valentine:

of course, nick being the sweetheart he is, had set the bed for her as she changed her clothes in the other room. the bed was in the living room where he was sitting peacefully at, so it wasn’t hard to hear some turning and tossing against the hard mattress. he took a peek at sole who was staring at the ceiling wearily. “having trouble to sleep, doll?” sole nodded as she saw nick stride over to her in no time. he sat beside her bed and opened a book next to the counter, but before he let a single word out, sole had slowly shut the book.

“nick, i wanna talk to you and get to know you as a person. all this time i’ve been your partner, i haven’t really asked about your personal life.” nick sent her a surprised look, “and why would you want that?”

“well to be fair, i have told you a lot about my life so far,” she spoke shyly as she fiddled with her fingers, “and you’re an interesting guy, nick. you’re just so nice and caring towards others. i really do look up to you. no one in the commonwealth has a reputation like you do.” sole was way too nervous to even stare up at him as she continued talking, “well to me, at least.” if nick had a heart, it’d be melting at the words that shot out of soles mouth. he knew damn well that she meant every word of it and no one could tell him otherwise. nick let out a content grin as he spoke with a hint of joy in his voice, “well i guess great minds think alike, don’t you think? i suppose i can do that for you.” he felt so at home with her and he couldn’t place a finger as to why, but he decided to wave it off. nick rambled on about his life as sole felt a sense of tranquility, her eyes slowly closing at the sound of nicks soothing voice.

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dreamonminecraft · 4 years

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oh yes, tell me more about this beautiful lesbian slowburn. I’m a sucker for a good love story

Okay so to start off, My sexuality fluctuates greatly throughout this story, but as of now I identify as a Bisexual lithsexual lesbian, which means that I am attracted to lots of people but lose attraction when the feelings are reciprocated, and I'll only date girls.

The story starts off August of 2018. I was starting 6th grade (middle school) and didn't really have any friends aside from a few people that I had last talked to in 3rd grade.

It's important to know that I'm a GT kid and so I almost always have the same group of about 20 kids. This started when I changed to an all GT class for 4th grade.

While it's nice to have a comfortable learning environment, it also means that there's no escape from any drama, and you get to pick friends from the very small pool of kids that you'll spend the rest of your education with.

This is a pretty long story as well and I'm not sure I'll be able to accurately retell many of the things because dates get mixed up and stuff. Anyway, I'm gonna try my best to explain but these are really only the things from my point of view and I don't remember a lot of the things. (This is also gonna be written like a fanfic because that's all I know how to write, I apologise)

So start of sixth grade, I don't really have any friends, I'm kind of this awkward nerd, there's 2 people in my class (we switch classes like normal middle school, but I'm with the GT kids for most of the day so that's what I'll refer to them as) that I've known for years, a few I've met before, but mostly new people.

I sit by some old friends from volleyball at lunch for the first few days but begin to feel unwelcome. One day I decide to sit by these two people that I know are in GT but haven't talked to before. I don't say anything, but I sit and they don't mind.

The next day we get new seats in English. I'm behind a boy named Owen, Inara, who is one of the girls I sat with at lunch, is to my right, and in front of her is a girl named Emilyse.

Inara and I hit it off immediately.

It's kind of crazy because we're both crazy anxious introverts, but we gel nicely. I'm a boyband-obsessed 11 year old and she's a mature and mysterious 11 year old.

She's a lefty. I'm a righty. The way we've been placed makes us bump arms everytime we try to write anything.

We have every class together. Somehow, we sit next to each other in every class as well, even in the ones where we didn't pick our seating chart.

It's September. I cry over boybands. She watches curiously.

For the next couple of months we casually talk. She spends every lunch period in the library. We text occasionally.

I have another friend who takes priority. His name is Logan. We got introduced by his friend Lennox when she asked for my phone number to give to him.

Lennox and I don't talk. Logan and I text nonstop for months. We discuss possibly dating in the future. I identify as bisexual and biromantic at this point.

I've been in this position before. Having mainly guy friends growing up puts me in a lot of awkward friendship/relationship situations. They always end the same.

I have an issue with dating in middle school. You're not dating if you don't go on dates, hold hands, kiss, or cuddle. But you can feel like you are.

In December Logan starts being mean. We start a game where we step on each other's shoes at lunch or in the hallway. It's fun.

Eventually, he recruits his friends to do it to me, too. It's a joke a first, but eventually there are 10 middle school boys chasing me and trying to hurt me.

I get kicked in the hallway and fall. Someone steps on my arm and people laugh. Logan watches. I tell Inara and she steps on his shoe for me.

Logan and I stop talking. Inara and I hang out more. By early January, Inara has stopped going to the library at lunch. We hang out with Emilyse in the field instead.

I text Logan one day in mid January and ask why we fell out. He says that I told someone that I was going to punch him in the face.

The person he said I told, only talked to me at the bus stop, and he didn't ride my bus. I had never said it in the first place, but his logic made it even more frustrating.

I tell him I got scared because I had a crush on him and didn't want to make things weird. It was a lie.

In February I came out to someone for the first time. They asked if I was bi and I said yes.

By March I had accepted that coming out didn't really make a difference. Inara and I hung out at school but not really anywhere else.

My birthday's in April. I invite her, Emilyse, and Rebekah. We paint rocks and draw on a table cloth. Emilyse feels distant.

Emilyse is homophobic. We find out in English one day. I don't remember how. Inara and I look at each other. We know we're both queer but haven't come out to each other.

I ask Emilyse if she would hate someone in GT for coming out. She says yes. Inara and I stop talking to her.

By May I've become obsessed with Marvel. Inara's interested in it and I decide to be, too. We talk about the movies. It gets awkward. She's not as interested when I get in on it.

By June we're best friends. We hang out fairly regularly, have all our classes together, and text all the time. Logan is forgotten.

School lets out at the start of June. We keep texting regularly. We make plans to see the new spiderman movie in early July with one of our other friends.

I have a complicated relationship with said friend. They're non-binary, although I didn't know it yet, and I've known them since Kindergarten. Inara met them in an advisory this year. I get jealous easily.

The day of the movie I shop at Kohl's. I buy the two of us matching shirts. We meet at the movie theater and it's awkward. I pay for popcorn and sneak in snacks that we share. Our friend's dad is there, but Inara and I don't have parents present.

We sit next to each other during the movie. At a certain scene, I start to get anxious. My stomach hurts and I can't breathe, I start to get sweaty.

I get up and rush out of the theater. I get to the women's bathroom and sit down on the floor of the very last stall. I'm panicing, dry heaving into the toilet, and trying not to cry. I try to text my mom that I'm having a panic attack but don't have reception.

I go back into the theater room after a few minutes. I'm still anxious, but better. Our friend is highly concerned, Inara just glances at me worriedly.

It's my first panic attack, and it sucked.

We leave awkwardly after it ends, trying to avoid the obvious elephant in the room. My mom is concerned when she picks me up. We don't talk about it. My dad and brother are watching it illegally when I get home.

We don't see each other until August of 2019, but continue to text through the rest of the summer.

When 7th grade starts, I'm still into Marvel. I've seen all the movies at this point, but there haven't been any new ones (even now) since FFH. Inara's interested, but not fully.

In late August/Early September we take BuzzFeed quizzes for fun and text each other the results. I take one about soulmates. I get her initials. I send her the link. She gets mine.

We take more and they all point to us being soulmates. We propose by sending pictures of rings over text. The wedding date is set for September 28th, 2019.

The time comes. It's Saturday and my brother has a double football game. We've planned to pick her up and take her there. It's a Christian league, so the games are at a church.

We go to the garden. There's a small white bench in some rocks, surrounded by flowers. We joke that we've had our ceremony. We wander around for a while longer.

My dad suggests that we go to the taco bell across the parking lot. We do. When we're done, we walk back to my house. Its not far, but we're alone. I carry her halfway back.

When we get to my house we pick things from my garden. We're barefoot and I'm wearing overalls. I joke that we're gonna get a farm one day when we're older.

She picks things while I stand back and watch. The sun hits her dyed-red hair just right. I vividly remember smiling at thinking "holy fuck she's pretty" you would think I'd put together my crush by then.

October rolls around and she cancels plans to go trick-or-treating with me. I'm upset but understand.

We "work" on a school project at her house. We don't actually get anything done before cuddling up on her bed and falling asleep to black panther.

In November, it's Emilyse's birthday party. We've gotten distant but still talk occasionally. Inara and I both go to the party.

We're watching Spiderman Far From Home because that's what Emilyse wanted. I've seen in twice, Ianra has too.

We're given candy and popcorn and then curl up on the couch. Inara and I sit next to each other.

(I forgot to mention this but at some point she stayed the night at my house. She slept on the floor in her swimming suit even though I asked if she wanted to sleep on the bed. Swimming was fun though. We also go to an arcade. We mini-golf and play laser tag. We also danced in the rain together at some point that day.)

Once we're no more than 15 minutes into the movie, I'm cuddled into her chest. It's important to mention that at this point I'm 5'6 and she's no more than 5'0.

We cuddle the entire movie. We share candy and pretend no one else is there. It feels great.

We don't talk about that night for months. Nobody brings it up. I come out to Rebekah around this time, saying no more than that I like girls. I still haven't told Inara.

By December, I've brought her to church a few times. I don't enjoy going to church, but my parents always encouraged it.

(I'd like to say at this point as well that I have been raised Christian and identify with the faith despite the fact that I despise Church and disagree with many of the common teachings. If I ever had to choose for some reason, my sexuality matters more to me than my religion. Regardless, I respect your beliefs if they differ from mine :) )

Inara's birthday is in mid December. Her party consists of us making gay jokes with our enby friend despite not being technically out to each other.

My church youth group plans ice skating. I invite her and she accepts. I'm worried about it. It's essentially a date. Neither of our parents will be there.

We carpool with the youth leaders, who are actually pretty cute for a hetero couple. Inara and I share awkward glances the whole time.

When we get there I learn that Inara took ice skating lessons as a child. She's much more confident than I am, but pretends she doesn't know what she's doing. I skate about once or twice a season, but also rollerblade.

There's a wet, sloped, melty part of the rink. I get nervous and grab her hand. She holds it until we're out of the melted ice.

Every lap around I grab her hand at that point. Eventually, we just keep holding hands for an entire lap.

By the end of the night, we've both fallen a few times but held hands the whole time. We drop her off and I say goodnight.

That night, I rant about the adventure to one of my (ex)friends, who excitedly listens to my talk about holding hands with a girl.

There's a GT Christmas party at Hannah's. Inara and I carpool there. It's an all together boring party with the exception of a few interesting truth-or-dare questions.

(side note, remember Owen? Well he's one of Inara and I's best friends and we were actually close enough that the three of us were basically cuddling on the couch during part of the party. Also the whole class knows about Inara and I's wedding and calls us wives.)

Paislie asks me if I wanted to "marry" Inara before we got "married". I mumble an answer that nobody hears. I don't repeat it. When it's time to leave, Inara and I have our legs intertwined on the couch. We don't mention that, either. We drop her off and I say goodnight.

January is good. There's a night, the 4th I believe, that we really connect. We officially come out to each other for the first time on that night, and it gets really real, really fast.

She says she's pan, I say I'm bi but confused.

In mid January she texts me that she's crying because one of her favorite YouTubers finally hit a million. She cries for hours but never tells me who. I pay it no mind.

A few days later, she mentions a YouTube channel called Unus Annus and tells me that it's super interesting. I text back but don't look it up.

A few more days pass and I'm randomly on the trending page for YouTube, which I never do. I see a video trending called "Mark and Ethan go casket shopping". The thumbnail is interesting enough that I check what the channel is. I notice it's the one Inara told me about.

I watch the video and subscribe within 5 minutes. I text Inara quotes from that video, Ethan Finally Becomes a Man, and the Lie Detector test videos, until she responds and is surprised that I found the channel.

I obsess quickly and depend on her to know the new video at 1pm everyday. She gets annoyed and we drift apart slowly.

In February things get rocky. We fight often. If I win a small argument she doesn't talk to me for hours. She gets pissed at refuses to tell me what the Unus Annus video is called if I ask too many times.

At some point I get fed up and confront her. I don't remember what about, but we stop talking all together.

Friends pick sides. I'm left alone. We don't talk for a month. She tells me that she pushed me away because she thought I'd react badly to her telling me she loves me.

I confess my crush. She tells me she feels the same.

We finally make up at about 8:30 on a Sunday night in March. It's not fixed but we plan to talk. And 9:00, the school district announces that it's shutting down until least after spring break.

We stopped trying to communicate, but eventually, slowly we started talking again. We text a few times a day now, mostly about UA and anxiety, the best combo.

We haven't seen each other since. We're probably going back to school in person in about a month, but I'm not sure. Nobody is.

I've called her my girlfriend on here before, simply because I don't know what we are. I joked the other day about how the youth leaders would react if I said I was texting my girlfriend.

Here's how that went:

So we're just jokingly married for now! It's a confusing pile of garbage but we both came out as lesbians the other day so that's a new development.

I don't know if any of that makes sense but I'll answer any questions anybody has :)

#asks #elle has girlfriend issues #unus annus #crankgameplays #markiplier #yes the guy who hit a million was ethan #thank you kait #im sorry this is so long #lesbian #wlw post #wlw culture #LGBTQ

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ayellowcurtain · 5 years

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- Can you write eliott being manic and being super excited and drawing a bunch of things or baking a bunch of things and Lucas keeping him company and keeping him safe

-I want more protective Lucas

- Can you write about eliott having another manic episode & Lucas realizing, being there for him, keeping him safe, & keeping him company and eliotts mind races & he talks about random things (marriage, kids, future jobs, wanting to bake a bunch of blueberry bacon muffins. Also include the fact that eliott has been taking his medication but how brown chemistry isn’t a complete science & sometimes this happens so no angry arguments or anything.

please don’t tell me you’ll leave us hanging like dat 😦 we need part 2 girl!!!

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Lucas wakes up feeling heavy inside his body. It bothers him to the point of waking him up. He throws all the blankets on the floor, staring at the ceiling. He can feel his face swollen and dry tears all over his cheeks.

Apparently last night wasn’t a nightmare. It was, actually, but a real one. He picks his phone for the first time since that picture was posted, deleting all the photos that Mika sent him, unfollowing him on instagram and he looks at Eliott’s username, clicking on it and looking at his name being the only one he follows.

Lucas still wants to break up. When they got together, Lucas saw a chance to be himself and feel safe for once, protected by someone who would have his back just as much as he would have the other person’s. Now he feels alone again, abandoned.

He doesn’t feel like leaving his bedroom anytime soon, but apparently he doesn’t have to, reality will come to him anyway, through a text that Manon just sent him.

to Lucas: hi...

how are you?

He really thinks about leaving her unanswered, but at the same time, if there’s someone he would like to talk to right now, it would be her, so he decides to answer.

to Manon: The news ran faster than I’ve imagined.

to Lucas: I’m sure that you don’t feel like talking right now, specially not with me, but I’ll be there in a minute, ok?

to Manon: ok.

He puts his phone against his chest, looking at the ceiling again, trying to get the courage to get up and unlock the door to Manon. The door seems so far away now and he doesn’t feel like risking getting out of his bedroom and running into Eliott or Mika.

His limbs are so heavy, dragging him to the door, leaning against it while he waits. He can hear a bunch of noises at the kitchen, someone opening the door, they’re whispering, probably updating Manon about the latest events. At least he won’t have to tell her what happened.

The hall is in complete silence, he can only hear her steps and a knock on the door.

“It’s me.” He unlocks it and lets her in, locking again afterwards, happy that he can go back to his bed now, lying down. She watches, following him and sitting on his bed, running her fingers through his hair like it’s her natural instinct. “Hi.”

“Hey.”

“Hm, Mika kind of told me what happened...or what he remembers of it...”

Lucas doesn’t answer, not trusting himself to talk and not cry in the middle of it, in front of Manon like the annoying baby that he is.

“I know that you’re upset and you have every right to, but...hm, I know that you also care a lot about Eliott even when he fucks it up...so I think you should know that...apparently it was a rough night.”

That gets his attention, opening his eyes, by the look on Manon’s face, it was not just rough.

“Where is he?”

“At the kitchen, trying to cook, apparently. He’s still wearing yesterday’s clothes, haven’t slept from what Mika told me...I don’t think we can reach him right now, but hopefully you can. I mean, if there’s someone that can talk to him, it’s you.”

It’s the last thing that Lucas wants to do: talk to Eliott. But apparently Eliott is more important than himself because he gets up, rubbing his eyes with both hands, trying to recover just enough to be able to get out of his room.

“The girls are coming to my place tonight to watch some movies...if you want, you’re more than welcome, you know. You can even sleep on your old couch if you feel like it.” Manon smiles, hoping Lucas will mimic her and smile as well. And he does, but it’s a small one.

“Thanks.” She nods and comes closer, hugging him tightly.

“Whenever you feel like it, I’m right next door.” He keeps his sad smile, nodding and soon she leaves, leaving the bedroom door open.

As soon as he gets to the living room, Eliott seems him from the kitchen, smiling brightly and coming to meet him, caressing his cheeks and giving him a quick kiss. He has big bags under his eyes that are a bit swollen and red as well.

He sits on the new couch, pulling Lucas with him, putting both his legs on top of Lucas', getting closer and kissing him with intent, still smiling while bitting Lucas' lower lip.

Lucas usually is the one to kiss him like that when he wants more than just a kiss.

"No, Eliott, let's eat." He tries to turn his face away from Eliott, so the other one starts kissing his jaw, burying his face on Lucas' neck, licking it slowly with his flat tongue.

"Baby, please" Lucas pushes him carefully just enough so he can’t reach Lucas’ neck, finally able to stop Eliott.

He looks at Lucas, still smiling but Lucas knows better.

Eliott’s eyes can’t hide his real state of mind filled with guilty, self loathing, stupid thoughts that Lucas helped create with his harsh words last night.

"Let's eat, ok?" He gives his boyfriend a quick peck on the lips, getting up and finally running away from Eliott's touch.

Lucas never asks or checks if Eliott is taking his medicine, but he pays attention and always snoops to see if the flask is getting empty. But every morning Lucas takes his vitamins and he fills another glass with water, putting on his side and offers Eliott's medicine to him.

So he does the same this morning, quietly looking as Eliott finally gets closer, looking at the two cups. Lucas never asks but he takes his vitamin and waits for Eliott to take his medicine. He seems annoyed that Lucas is doing that this morning, but he takes it, drinking a little bit of water afterwards.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?”

“Not really.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t touch you, apparently.”

“What? We kissed like a minute ago.” Eliott is not buying it and Lucas knows he won’t win this one, so he turns around, holding Eliott by the wrist and taking him back to their bedroom, getting his laptop to pick a movie.

None of them are really paying attention to what’s going on. Eliott is drawing nonstop since they lied down and Lucas is looking at the movie, but he’s paying attention to Eliott and how restless he is.

He got one of Lucas’ old notebooks, drawing a bunch of things. Once he’s done with the drawing, he rips the page, showing the drawing to Lucas and then he drops it on the floor and starts a new one.

He shows him another drawing and Lucas is taken back to that night, spread out on that boat’s bed, completely naked like in the drawing that Eliott is showing him.

“I miss you.” He whispers against Lucas’ ear, making him shiver. It’s a natural response his body has once Eliott is so close and wanting him, but he can’t do that right now even though he wants it, badly. It would be amazing to just let his body take over his mind and heart and just have sex all day long, forget about what happened.

When he doesn’t get a response, Eliott closes the laptop on Lucas’ stomach, pushing it out of him, trying to kiss Lucas again.

“Eliott, please.” He’s more sure than earlier, stopping Eliott’s hand from getting inside his sweatpants. “I don’t feel like it right now, ok?”

“I guess we really should break up if we’re not having sex anymore.” Eliott is serious, with a different tone on his voice, the same one that he used that Monday morning to tell Lucas to just leave him alone and go to class. That’s the only reason why Lucas doesn’t answer with the “yes” that he wants to.

He knows Eliott would believe him, probably leave the flat at the same second and go missing for days.

“No...I just don’t feel like doing it right now, ok? Please...we’ll see about it tomorrow...”

“I’m gonna go.”

“No!” Lucas holds him in place before he can get up, pulling him back to lie down with him, intertwining their legs, wrapping his arms around Eliott’s waist tight enough so that if he ends up falling asleep, Eliott will have to wake him up to get out of bed. He can’t lose sight of him today. “Please, let’s just sleep a little, ok? I can’t sleep if you’re not here...”

Eliott is still serious, but he doesn’t fight it, looking at Lucas closely. For the first time today, Lucas comes closer, kissing him softly and meaning it, caressing his cheek.

“Just stay here with me, please.”

#skam france #elu fic #eliott demaury #Lucas Lallemant #elu

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dreamwritesimagines · 6 years

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Bad Habit 7-Don’t Ask Don’t Tell [Billy Russo x Reader]

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Characters: Billy Russo x Reader, Karen Page, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock

Summary: Late night romance can be sweet. Or sarcastic.

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Warning: Explicit language, cussing, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 3862

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You stared at the tiny paper, black dots starting to fly in your vision due to the throbbing pain in your stomach, but even that couldn’t get you to move. Your brain was working nonstop and you skimmed the two sentences, then gawked at the gun as Billy read it over your shoulder.

“Your brother?” he asked, his voice laced with fury, so much that it made you look up, “Your brother did this to you?”

You licked your lips, and turned around to walk back to the hall, gritting your teeth to hide the pain before you ran your fingertips over the wall that the bullet was stuck in.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah,” You got on your knees to touch the bullet, then tried to pull it back using your fingernails, “My brother.”

“Your brother tried to kill you?”

“He didn’t try to kill me,” You pulled the bullet back and put it into your pocket, “He tried to hurt me.”

“That’s fucking-“

“Billy,” You cut him off, surprised at your own calmness, “Look at the wall.”

“What?”

“Look at the wall.” You leaned your back to the wall, “And look at my height.”

“I don’t follow.”

“So if you didn’t tackle me down,” you motioned at the hole in the wall, then pointed at your leg, “The bullet would go through here, my leg, instead of anywhere fatal.”

Billy frowned, and crossed his arms, “How do you know?”

You shrugged, “I know how he thinks. This-“ You held up the paper, “This just means he’s in one of the closest hospitals now, waiting there to-“ You paused, “To talk to me.”

“Tough shit,” he said through his teeth, and his frown deepened as he eyed you up and down, “You’re bleeding.”

“I popped my stitches.”

A dangerous, almost feral shadow passed through his eyes, but it was gone so quickly that you couldn’t even be sure that you had seen it in the first place. He ripped the string off the door with an unnecessary force and grabbed his phone,

“Where is your stuff?”

“What?”

“Never mind, just get your meds, we’re leaving.”

“Leaving where?” You asked, completely confused while you grabbed the medicine bottle from the small bowl by the door as he texted someone, then turned to you with an impatient look in his face,

“You don’t really think you’re staying here tonight, right?”

“I’m not going to a hospital, I’d rather bleed out than see his face-“

“I’m not talking about the hospital,” he said as he tossed you a towel so that you could press it on your wound, “Go downstairs and get in the car, I’ll be there in a second.”

You snorted, “You left your car unlocked in this neighborhood?”

“Y/N,” he looked like he was at the end of his patience, “You’re losing blood, okay? It’s not the time to get smart, go downstairs and wait for me.”

You rolled your eyes “Only because you said please.”

“I didn’t say please.”

“I’m assuming you said it silently.” You shot back, and pressed the towel on the bleeding wound, then made your way to his car. Your hands were still trembling but you flexed your fingers, leaning your head back to the car seat and closed your eyes, trying to fix your breathing in hopes of calming yourself down and lessening the pain just a little. It wasn’t long until Billy opened the door to the driver’s seat and started the car.

“Now are you gonna tell me where we’re going?”

“My place.”

You sat up straighter and turned to him while trying to move as slow as possible, “Say what?”

“You don’t wanna go to a hospital, fine. You can’t stay in that dumpster after someone broke in and tried to shoot you.”

You shook your head fervently, “Just… just drive me to Karen’s, I’ll be fine.”

“Y/N-“

“I can’t stay at your place, don’t be ridiculous!” You cut him off, “What if- what if I rob you? What if I steal all your expensive suits and coats? Are you really sure you can trust me?”

He shot you a sideways look, “Jesus…”

“Billy, I’m serious!”

“So am I.” He said calmly, his voice didn’t waver, not one bit, as if you weren’t currently bleeding on his passenger seat, “We gotta patch you up.”

“Who’s we?”

“Me.”

“Are you secretly a doctor or something?”

“You really don’t know a single thing about the army, do you?” he asked, a note of disbelief evident in his voice as he made a turn, and you leaned your head back again, heaving a deep sigh.

“I like naughty doctor roleplay as much as any girl, but it doesn’t mean you actually have to do it.”

“Are you capable of saying anything that isn’t sarcastic?”

“No,” You deadpanned, with as much sarcasm as can be put into a word, making him shake his head a little but he kept his eyes on the road.

“I’m not paying for the car cleaning.”

“Oh no, how will I survive?” Billy said as he pulled over in front of a huge building and you let out a whistle, the throbbing pain in your stomach slowly reaching your head and you gritted your teeth as you pushed open the car door, and stumbled a little as a spark of pain shot through you as soon as you stepped outside.

“Motherfu-“

“Easy,” Billy rushed to help you and you pulled back slightly,

“I can walk.” You said through your teeth, still pressing on the wound and you both walked into the huge building. He steered you towards the elevator by placing his hand on the small of your back and the elevator doors opened with a small ding. He pressed the top button and you snorted,

“Why am I not surprised?” You mumbled as you leaned back to the mirror in the elevator, stubbornly ignoring your reflection. Why was it that every time Billy saw you, you had to be a mess?

The elevator opened and he walked to the door to unlock it. You stepped into his house, for some reason this felt way, way more intimate than anything you had ever done with him. You looked around with your brows raised, the huge living room on your right catching your attention immediately. It was minimalistic, but had an air of elegance still. The open kitchen was integrated with the living room, and to your left you could see a door that probably led to his bedroom.

“Get on the table.” Billy said, making his way to the bathroom and you walked into the living room, feeling out of your element.

“Can’t we just put a band aid on it?” You asked hopelessly as you pulled yourself over the table, cussing under your breath. The jet black table felt smooth under you and you dragged your fingernails on the surface, trying to ignore the sudden insecurity crashing down on you. Compared to your crappy apartment, this place looked like someone had pulled it out of an interior architecture magazine. Not that you expected him to live in a shabby apartment, but this…

This was way too much.

You were pulled out of your inner monologue when he walked inside with a wet cloth, and what looked like an army surgical kit, busy with the needle and you gawked at him, clearing your throat.

“You, um- you’ve got any chloroform?”

He looked up, biting the thin thread between his teeth, “Huh?”

“Nothing. You got booze?”

“You’re gonna go into a coma.”

“Fuck yeah I’m gonna go into a coma because you’re gonna be stitching me when I’m conscious.”

“It’s not gonna hurt that much.”

“Why do I feel like your ‘much’ and my ‘much’ are leagues apart?”

“Lie down Y/N.”

“You’re this bossy with every girl you bring home?”

He managed to shoot you a smirk for the first time in the last half an hour, still holding the thread between his teeth, “This is me being polite.”

You rolled your eyes and lay down to the smooth surface as he approached you and pulled your shirt up slightly so that he could pull the bandage and see the wound. As soon as his fingertips touched your skin, you felt goose bumps rising but you managed to bite your lip and looked at the ceiling, trying to distract yourself.

“Are you always this good at drawing danger to yourself?” he asked as he pushed the needle through your skin and you hissed in a breath, clawing at the surface of the table and tried to breathe through it.

“Hey, believe it or not, I actually had a boring life until you came along with your coat, being all mysterious and shit,” You gritted through your teeth as you blinked back the tears, “I suppose I should thank you though. I could have a shot leg right now.”

He shrugged silently and you winced at the sharp sting, then licked your lips.

“Billy?”

“Hm?”

“I almost got shot, fine, are you sure you’re okay?”

He shrugged again, “Stop fidgeting.”

“But it hurts!”

“Almost done.” He drawled out and you took another deep breath, and exhaled in relief when he ripped the thread with his teeth, then pressed a small kiss to your stomach, making you giggle, your cheeks burning as he looked up at you, his eyes shining mischievously.

“Done.”

You reached out to run your fingers through his slicked back hair and he abstractedly leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as if he was slowly losing himself in the feeling.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime,” he murmured, “Just…not anytime soon, please.”

You scoffed, “I’ll try my best at not getting shot.”

He opened his eyes but this time, the look in his eyes was less fiery, may it be because of your touch or your low voice. For the first time since you had met him, he didn’t look smug, but somehow at peace, as if your mere presence calmed him down a little. You pulled back your hand to sit up on the table carefully, and looked down at yourself, making a face.

“Um- You have anything you can give me? I gotta wash these, I can’t go to work tomorrow all bloody.”

“You’re going to work tomorrow?”

You shrugged, “Don’t blame me, blame the capitalism,” you said, “A sweater or something? It’s gonna be big anyway.”

He nodded slowly and pushed his chair back before standing up to walk to his bedroom. You pressed a hand over your chest to calm down your heartbeat a little, then ran your hands through your hair, trying to make yourself look at least presentable. He came back with a gray sweater and handed it to you.

“Bathroom is right down the hall.”

You nodded and walked to the bathroom, and closed the door behind you, looking around. It looked cleaner that your own bathroom, and more organized. You slowly got out of your shirt and jeans before you turned the water on, and kept them under ice cold water, trying to rinse off the blood. You pumped soap into your hands and onto the clothes and scrubbed at the blood stain until you were satisfied and it was all gone, then twisted the fabric to get rid of excess water before you pulled back to look at yourself in the bathroom. Your knees were already getting bruised from falling on them too hard, the stitches were very visible on the side of your stomach and overall, you looked really messed up. You shook your head slightly and wiped your hands, then got into Billy’s sweater, the warm fabric feeling nice on your skin as his scent reached your nose, making you smile. Even if you knew you weren’t supposed to, you couldn’t resist the urge to snoop around and you grabbed his cologne, smelling it for a second before checking the cream pomade, touching it with the tips of your fingers. You put it back to the sink, biting at your lip before pinching your cheeks to get at least some color on your face, and opened the door.

“You okay?”

“Mm hm.” You nodded, rolling up the sleeves over your wrists “So how much cash am I wearing right now?”

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “You hungry, Great Depression?”

“Starving.” You said, “Escaping bullets makes you hungry I guess.”

“Pizza?”

“Oh my God yes.”

The following hours went in a blur, which happened a lot when you were with Billy. Before you knew you had eaten a whole pizza by yourself and you were arguing with him over nonsense.

“That’s bullshit and you know it, Russo!”

“Seriously, if you’re gonna be defending teenagers who think they’re in love-“

“Excuse you, did you just say think they’re in love?! It’s Romeo and Juliet we’re talking about, of course they were in love!”

“He loved Rosaline and the next second the dude is all over Juliet, you’d call him a manwhore if he actually existed-“

“That’s true love!” You cut him off and he shook his head,

“You’re impossible to argue with.”

“I’m not gonna let you badmouth the greatest love story in the world.” You yawned and he tilted his head to the right.

“Sleepy?”

“A little, what time is it?”

He checked his watch, “4 in the morning.”

You shut your eyes and groaned, “Jesus, I have work tomorrow…” You whined and stood up, “Okay so… do you have like a blanket or something, I’ll just curl there.” You motioned at the couch and he pulled his brows together.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re hurt.” He said, “You’re sleeping in my bed.”

Your heart beat sped up almost immediately, “Billy, I… um-“

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He said calmly, “You really need to be careful with those stitches so I didn’t mean…“ he cleared his throat as you gawked at him, “It’s not like we could, even if-“

“Wait, what?”

“Y/N, you can’t pop your stitches again, so you need to-“

“So no sex?!” You blurted out, “What?! Dude, are you serious?!”

He looked somehow amused by your outburst and you shook your head slightly,

“Unbelievable. No sex, at all? What am I, in high school?”

“You didn’t have sex with anyone in high school?”

“No one had sex with me in high school.” You corrected him, and let out a whine, “But I was really looking forward to it!”

“Yeah I could tell.”

“With you!”

“I could tell that as well.”

“So we’re- what, we’re supposed to wait like an 18th century couple?” The words left your lips before you had any chance to stop them and your head shot up as you realized what you had just said, “I didn’t mean- I didn’t imply we were a couple. I just- like two people, in a non-couply way, not having sex- are you sleepy? I’m sleepy. Like very sleepy, maybe we should go to sleep. We should definitely go to sleep and not have sex.”

He just stood there, enjoying your visible nervousness and stumbling over your words and licked his lips.

“You’re done?”

You gulped “Yeah.”

“So yeah, you’re taking my bed.” He said, as if you hadn’t just cut him off and made a fool of yourself, but you shook your head.

“Okay, I’m just pulling this idea out of thin air, but what if we both sleep in the bed and no one sleeps on the couch?” You asked, your heart pounding in your ears and he raised his brows,

“You sure?”

“We’re both responsible adults.” To that, he snorted and you rolled your eyes, “Moderately responsible adults, whatever.” You stated, “I mean, why not? We already…kiss and stuff, why don’t we roleplay an old, boring cou-ehm, people.” You changed your mind mid-sentence and he shrugged,

“We already kiss and stuff?” he repeated, and you glared at him,

“Offer going once, going twice-“

“Fine. That is, if the 18th century lady won’t be scandalized?”

You flipped him, making him laugh and turned to walk to the bedroom. “Shut the fuck up.”

“See, we already sound like an old boring couple.” He called out from the living room and you opened the door to his bedroom, taking a tentative step into it. It resembled the rest of the house, simple but luxurious. The bed in the middle of the room was huge, which meant there was more than enough space for both of you. You slowly got into the bed to hide under the covers and almost slipped off the bed but managed to find your balance as he walked inside.

“Silk sheets?”

“Satin.”

“There’s a difference?” You asked while he flung himself on the bed, making you laugh as he pulled you closer.

“Hey,”

“Yeah, fancy boy?”

“Any pain?”

You shrugged slightly “Just a bit. I’m getting used to it, I think.”

He nodded, his fingers brushing your hair off your face and you sighed as he kissed you softly, making you close your eyes and drag your fingernails on the nape of his neck before he pulled back to peck you on the tip of your nose, making you giggle.

“Why did he do it?”

You opened your eyes “What?” You asked, still feeling all giddy inside and he brushed his knuckles against your cheekbone, making it very hard to focus.

“Your brother. Why did he do it?”

And just like that, the warmth inside of you was replaced with an ice cold stake. Your smile faded and you pulled back slightly,

“Billy…”

“I know, you don’t want to tell me. Figured as much.”

“It’s my mess,” you said slowly, “I don’t want to drag you into it.”

“And if I want to be dragged into it?”

You shook your head again, “You can’t be a part of this,” You mumbled, “My brother… he’s the type of a person you need to stay away from.”

“I think you and I both know that I can take care of myself.”

You bit inside your cheek, “My brother can be worse than war.”

“You haven’t seen the wars I’ve been in.”

“Neither have you,” You could feel the tears burning your eyes almost instantly, “Listen I…” You cleared your throat, “The only thing you need to know is that, he’s a horrible person. He got mixed up in some serious shit, and he broke my mom’s heart. My dad’s heart.” You paused, “My heart, I guess. He, um… The last time we talked, he said he’d actually kill me the next time he saw me.”

His jaw muscle twitched as he clenched his teeth, the familiar fire starting to burn in his dark gaze, but when he talked, his voice was controlled.

“He can try.”

You let out a bitter laugh, “He’s not gonna kill me,” you pointed out, “He will just… hurt me. I guess you understood that very clearly, tonight.”

“Y/N…”

“So if he’s that willing to hurt me, his actual sister, I really don’t want to see what he would do to you.”

“Do you honestly think he could hurt me?” There was something in his voice, something much deeper and more dangerous than just arrogance, as if he would actually dare him to even try, and you took a deep breath.

“I don’t…want to see you getting hurt.” The confession left your lips in a whisper and a silence fell upon both of you, until you cleared your throat.

“I really don’t want to talk about this right now.” You mumbled, drawing shapes on his chest with your fingertips, “I can only take so much in a day, and I just- I need this day to be over.”

He looked like he wanted to say no, but in the end he looked defeated by the look in your eye and nodded,

“Sure.” He muttered and pressed a kiss to your forehead and you relaxed in his warm embrace, “Go to sleep. You’re gonna feel better in the morning.”

“Do you swear?”

His low chuckled vibrated through his chest, making you smile slightly.

“Cross my heart.”

“Fuck!” You cussed under your breath as soon as you woke up and grabbed your phone to see the time. You were supposed to be at work fifteen minutes ago, so you pushed yourself off the bed, ignoring the sting in your stomach and rushed to the bathroom to get your clothes. Billy wasn’t in bed, so you figured he must’ve gone out or to work. You quickly got into your clothes and left the bathroom in a rush but stopped dead on your tracks when two figures in the living room caught your attention. Billy and an older man both turned to look at you, and the man frowned slightly, looking between you and Billy, who seemed intent on ignoring him even though he was in his living room.

“Hi,” You tried to smile, catching your breath, “I, um… I’m late for work.”

Billy nodded slowly, “Yeah, sorry. Forgot to wake you up.”

“No problem,” You said, stealing a look at the man and even if you wanted to kiss Billy goodbye, you figured it would be awkward in front of the other man, so you just nodded at him, “See you later.”

With that, you walked out of the apartment and took the elevator. Even if Billy had warned you about the stitches, you figured it was better to have popped stitches than being unemployed, so you ran all the way to the subway, took the train and jumped two steps at a time on your way out, and when you finally reached the café, you were out of breath.

“Dude, you look like a mess.” Vicky commented as you shed your coat and walked to the kitchen.

“I spent the night at Billy’s.”

“Oh really?” Liz asked, walking into the kitchen as well, grinning and you rolled your eyes.

“We didn’t do anything.”

“Why not?” she asked, following you as you walked to one of the tables and you shrugged,

“I have stitches, so we’re supposed to be careful.” You used air quotes, “It sucks.”

“I’d jump on him, stitches or not.” Vicky commented and you scoffed,

“Hurts like a bitch,” You muttered as you walked back to the counter and two policemen walked into the café, looking around before approaching you.

“Can I help you, officers?”

One of them nodded, “Yes. Y/N, Y/L/N?”

You frowned slightly, “Yes?”

“We need you to come to the police station with us, ma’am.” He said, and you pulled back slightly,

“Um-why?”

“One of your neighbors said there has been a discharge of arms in your apartment last night.”

You gulped, adrenaline filling your body before nodding and grabbed a paper and a pen, scribbling down the numbers as Vicky gawked at the police officers.

“What-“

“It’s okay.” You said, even if you felt far from okay and pushed the paper in her direction. “This is Karen’s number, and this is Matt’s. Call them after I leave.”

“Matt?”

“Matt Murdock.” You said as you walked towards the police “My lawyer.”

Part 8 is up!

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velvetxtrager · 7 years

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Request: Jax is in love with Abel’s preschool teacher, an old friend of his. He asks her to be his Old Lady.

Requested By: @jaaxsoadeaanspn

Song Inspiration: Luna by The Smashing Pumpkins

Word Count: 1382

None of these gifs/pictures belong to me. All credit goes to the original owners.

A little laugh escaped from Abel Teller’s mouth as you chased him around the playground. He was one of the kids in your preschool class, and he happened to be one of your favorites. This definitely didn’t have anything to do with who his daddy was. That was a lie. Abel was a great kid to have around, sweet and playful, so he wasn’t hard to adore. But, his dad, SAMCRO VP Jax Teller really sealed the deal for you.

You had moved to Charming about seven years ago to complete school and start your career. You had worked as a cashier at the local grocery store. During your monotonous daily conversations, someone caught your eye. He was gorgeous to say the least. Tall, blonde, with big blue eyes and an attitude that could kill. He always came in with a motorcycle club vest on and you were beyond curious. Now, you had never been one to shy away from conversation, but this gorgeous man made you an awkward mess of nerves. You were normally quiet around him, nothing was said other than the normal “Did you find everything okay” questions. You were busy scanning when he spoke. “(Y/n). That’s pretty. I’m Jax Teller.” Your face flushed at the compliment and he let out a hearty laugh. That was that. The two of you began to get to know each other. You learned that he was in a motorcycle club known as SAMCRO and that his vest was called a cut. He learned that you were finishing your degree in early childhood education. Over the years, your friendship grew and grew. You hoped for something more, but Jax didn’t seem to be too interested. After all, he alternated between panicking about Wendy and Tara.

Regardless of your feelings for Jax, you didn’t let it get in the way of the friendship that you two shared. You’d rather have him in your life as a friend than not have him in your life at all. Jax went about his life in the club and you completed your education. Life was good. You were a preschool teacher with the adorable Abel Teller in your class. You really couldn’t complain.

Xxx

The end of the day came fast. It seems that time flies when you’re having fun. You were currently standing outside with the kids, waiting for their parents to pick them up. Your (h/l), (h/c) hair was whipping around in the wind as you watched the kids laugh and play. You bent down to help a girl tie her shoe when you heard a familiar voice. “Hey Abel, Grandmas here!” Your head shot up and you made eye contact with Gemma, Jax’s mom. “Hey, (y/n). How was he today?” You smiled and looked down at Abel. “As always he was a joy. This young man has some fantastic manners.” You winked at Abel and ruffled his hair. He beamed up at you and Gemma. “Well he definitely didn’t learn them from his daddy.” “Ain’t that the truth.” You and Gemma erupted into a fit of giggles. “Well, (y/n), I’m having family dinner later this evening. Would you like to come? I’m sure Jackson would be happy to see you.” You smiled. “I would love to.” Gemma smiled at you and pulled you in for a hug. “Be there at 7 sharp, sweetheart.” You nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

Xxx

Dinner was great. You had always gotten along fantastically with the SAMCRO boys. They loved you. On many occasions they had told you that they thought you and Jax would make a great couple. It was always nice to hear, but you felt as though it would never happen, so you always just awkwardly laughed and brushed it off.

The night was drawing to a close and you decided you needed to be heading home. You said your goodbyes to everyone and Jax offered to walk you out. You smiled and accepted. As the two of you walked out Jax began to talk. “(Y/n), there’s something that I want to talk to you about.” He looked nervous and had a slight blush on his face. This in turn made you nervous. “What?” Jax chuckled. “Don’t be so nervous, (y/n). It’s not bad. Uh well, depending on what you think it won’t be bad.” You and Jax had made it to your truck. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. “Jax, you know that starting a conversation like that is the absolute wrong way to go.” He laughed again and pulled the tailgate on your truck down. Jax hopped up and patted the spot next to him, motioning for you to come sit.

You did, still feeling like you were going to explode. “So, (y/n). I don’t really know how to start this.” You nodded and opened your mouth to say something before Jax cut you off. “Wait, I’m gonna lose my nerve if you don’t let me finish.” You erupted into a fit of giggles. “My, Jax Teller being nervous? I’ve never heard of such a thing.” Jax rolled his eyes at you and all you could do was smile at him. “Look, (y/n). You’ve been in my life for seven years now. You’ve been by my side throughout every single thing with Wendy and Tara.” You began to play with your hands. You were beyond nervous. “My mom loves you. The club loves you. Abel loves you.” A smile bloomed on your face. Gemma and Abel and the club were your family here, no matter what you knew that you always had them. “Abel talks about you nonstop. He comes home everyday excited about what he learned in Ms. (Y/l/n)’s class.” “Well, I’m glad that he enjoys school so much.” Jax nodded.

The two of you fell into a slightly awkward silence. You had no idea what to say. Maybe Jax was just trying to be nice to you. You couldn’t read him at the moment. Jax had never been this outwardly nervous around you in the seven years that you two had known each other. You sighed and flopped down on your back, looking up at the stars. Jax did the same. Your heart was pounding as you got a moment of bravery. You reached out and grabbed Jax’s hand. His giant hand squeezed yours as he took a deep breath. “(Y/n), I’m in love with you. I want you to be my Old Lady. I know that the club life isn’t for everyone, but like I said, everyone loves you. You’ve seen it all, and-”. You couldn’t believe what he had just said. “Jax…” You propped yourself up on your arm to look over at him.

“I’m sorry, (y/n). I shouldn’t have said anything. Please don’t tell anyone about this.” Your eyes widened as you looked at the nervous biker. “Jax, stop.” He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off by pressing your lips into his. It was gentle and soft, the exact opposite of Jackson Teller. He laced a big hand into you (h/c) hair. Your hand was on his neck and you were in heaven. You broke the kiss and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “I love you too, Jax. I have forever.” Jax smiled and chuckled a little bit. “Me too, (y/n). I just wasn’t sure how you felt. I didn’t want to damage our friendship.” You nodded. “Jax, I was scared too. But, there’s no reason. Jax smiled and kissed you again. You never wanted him to stop.

“God, get a room, kids.” You heard Tig say as he walked by the two of you. You heard a couple of laughs that most likely belonged to Bobby and Chibs. You and Jax laughed and both collapsed into the bed of the truck. You rested your head on his shoulder as he pulled you into him. “So, what do we tell Abel? And please tell me that Gemma isn’t going to kick my ass.” Jax laughed again. “We’ll deal with all of that tomorrow.” You smiled and planted a kiss on Jax, your new Old Man’s, cheek. “I’m in love with you, Jax Teller.”

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fiftythousandgreenbacks · 7 years

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behind the scenes tag thing

this is for @threejerseyboys

coffee: what’s your coffee order?

ooooh recently cold brew coffee is my shit. Cold brew coffee and heavy cream together is so tasty and pretentious I love it

cypher pt. 1: if you had to be part of a kpop group, what position would you want to be (i.e. leader, visual, lead vocal, dancer, rapper, maknae, etc.)

a maknae. Im the youngest of my family and I can’t do shit without other ppl taking care of me and doting on me so :) I can just be cute instead

boy in luv: when you are interested in someone (romantically, sexually, etc.), does your behavior change?

Sadly yes. I mean that’s what happens to everyone. If you think your behavior doesn’t change when you caught feelings, you’re lying t yourself hunny! I know because I’ve done the same, hunny! Not that it’s bad, but it’s also not always good either.

just one day: who would you want to spend the last day of your life with?

My mom, since she was the one I spent my first day of my life with technically? May as well end things in full circle? Why am I sounding really casual

tomorrow: goal that you would like to achieve within the next year?

Don’t die, juggle a lot of responsibilities successfully without being a wreck, keep my emotions in check, get a goddamn research position in college, be chill

miss right: what is your ideal ‘type’?

I don’t really know right now tbh. But my heart always has a place for jk. So I guess as close to jk as possible. sweet. smol but strong. meme. weird as fuck. stupid but also smart n hardworking.

hip hop lover: three songs that are meaningful to you?

This varies every 5 minutes but for now, it’s...

Doves in the Wind by SZA. Whenever I catch myself in negative thoughts, I need to listen to this to remind myself of my self worth and whatnot.

First Love/late Spring by Mitski. I loooooove her so much i’m seeing her in october and her songwriting is so impeccable it hurts me and her voice is so ahh

Winter by Khalid. I’m seeing him tomorrow! And I’m going to cry if he does sing this!

24/7 = heaven: what are you most looking forward to?

Crying when Khalid sings! And meeting him! I’m gonna tell him about my depression! And it’s gonna be a moment!

move: last time you cried?

At my friends house and I was in a sad emotional state. I think she cried at one point too. Good times! Love hanging out with my friends!

butterfly: most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?

Myself bitch. Jk too, especially when he performed in those weird hockey outfits and he had weird crimped hair that was flouncy

young forever: what is one movie from your childhood that you will always treasure?

To be honest? The shrek series. And this ain’t me being a meme. I genuinely loved it so much when I was a kid and I still thing it’s an excellent and funny and great and quality movie. Literally, name a better kid’s movie with kid’s humor that’s still clever and can appeal to anyone.

boys with fun: you’re going on a roadtrip with seven other people– dead, alive, fictional, real, famous, or not. who are they, and why?

I mean the obvious answer is bts. And I mean. It’s obvious for a reason. Since. It’s right. I don’t have the mental capacity to be creative and think of anything else.

whalien 52: weirdest dream you’ve ever had?

Excluding all the sad terrible ones involving me or my friends and family dying, there was one dream where i went thru a bunch of alternate universes whilst being chased by a shadowy figure. A Wrinkle in Time style adventure, but with a less cool main character

house of cards: when was the last time you felt sexy?

0 seconds ago bitch I feel sexy rn

begin: who are you most grateful for in your life?

I’ll exclude my family since that’s too basic. I’ll say recently I’ve been really grateful for my roommate because she’s been like the main reason of my college experience turning out okay so far. Like, through her I was able to meet a lot of great people and she let me stay over her house during spring break, and she’s like simultaneously my older sister who keeps my messy ass in check and also a puppy that licks your face too much.

lie: biggest fear?

Losing my friends. There’s a lot of things I’d rather suffer through than lose my friends. Especially the ones I’ve made in high school, because I’m so far away from them most of the year.

reflection: if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

If you think you’re ace and you don’t catch feelings and you’re above men, you wrong bitch. Unfortunate.

cypher pt. 4: what do you do to treat yourself or relax?

Listen to music and read my old weeb drawings and diary entries and remember I’ve come so far since middle school

2!3!: your favorite thing about bangtan?

This can probably be applicable to any hardworking kpop group I guess but I really really admire their work ethic and the quality shit they put out every time. Like, their music is so well produced and written and performed and they’re just nonstop on the grind and even with all the success they’re getting, they don’t let it get to their heads with how chill their personalities still are. I love the emphasis on friendship and teamwork they push in their songs and concepts, and truly deserve all the success and hype they’re getting. They really started from humble beginnings and seeing how much they’ve grown and changed is really inspiring too.

not today: what are your procrastinating right now?

I need to write a news brief about a lawsuit, I need to get a job/volunteer position, I need to clean my room, I need to clean my emotions...a lot

you never walk alone: how many people do you trust with your life?

Ten exactly. for now.

#m'text

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fleeting-phantasm-blog · 7 years

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Trick Question: An Undyne & Papyrus Friendship Fic

(A second version of the post without the gift recipient tagged / my obnoxious yammering--for a cleaner reblogging experience :3c .)

Rating: G, All Ages (occasional language) Characters: Undyne & Papyrus Genre: Friendship, Fluff AO3 Link: Right here~

Summary: Guard Captain Undyne is used to taking new recruits under her fins—so much so, that she’s gotten pretty good at discerning what type of soldier the greenhorns are likely to become even long before they’ve finished basic training! But when Undyne throws her latest student for a loop, he, in turn, throws all of her expectations right out the window. Whoopsy doopsy! (Gift for Tumblr user “battz” as part of the Undertale Dating Sim team’s secret santa exchange :3)

Let me start off by saying I’ve learned two very important things recently: 1. That my never-ending patience actually ends after midnight; and 2. When opened with enough force, my front door can launch a fully-grown monster a distance of about a hundred meters—give or take.

…

Okay, maybe add a third to the list: Skeletons are just as durable as they are persistent.

* * *

If someone wants to join the Royal Guard but feels they need a little extra help preparing for the intense entry process, the Underground has tons of options they can take advantage of if they so choose. We’ve got dojos, cram schools, personal trainers, you name it—each and every one licensed and verified by yours truly.

It used be that the Captain of the Royal Guard never got involved this early on, but I fixed that real quick. The Captain should be personally aware of everything at every stage, and they should be both accessible and approachable in case a problem shows up. Like, if there’s an issue at one of the prep schools, or if recruitment numbers suddenly take a nosedive, then that means something’s gotta change—possibly at a very basic or public level. And who better to kick start that change (or prevent the problem from happening in the first place) than the one who, basically, should be the most public face in the entire Guard.

At least, that’s what I think.

To this end, I’ve personally sat in on junior training exercises and given lectures; I’ve dined with recruits who passed the entrance exams on their very first try, and I’ve shared drinks with those who failed ten times in a row—but, dammit, let’s knock back a few and forget for a bit, ya hear?! I’ve also sat down with dozens of ordinary citizens who, though not shooting for anything like the Royal Guard, were just plain sick of the way their lives were going and wanted to turn things around.

I guess what I’m trying to say with all this is that even though I’ve earned an “official” title that affords me a lot of “official” privileges, I’m not about to turn my nose up to the average Joe. The Captain’s duties should go way beyond the fancy suit of armor, and I’m going to make sure it stays that way long after I’ve passed the position on and become a crotchety old pile of dust.

…That said, though, this is the first time over the course of my entire career that I’ve had the pleasure of working with someone of Papyrus’s—what’s the word—magnitude? This guy had the brass balls to bypass every proper, kingdom-accredited training method and bring his (nonstop) requests for “personal Guard preparation” straight to me. No hesitation. No concern for schedules, socially acceptable phone call hours, or even personal space. Rain or shine, there he was—a bony bundle of enthusiasm.

So when Papyrus unsurprisingly bounced back from his 3AM express trip across my lawn care of my front door, I don’t know if it was more exhaustion, admiration, or an overwhelming sense of concern for his well being that finally made the Captain of the Underground’s Royal Guard throw in the towel.

“Alright,” I said. “If you think you can handle it, I’ll run you through the ropes myself.”

And, covered in the muck of Waterfall, his smile could have powered a city.

* * *

I’d like to say Papyrus showed up bright and early for his first session, but that’d be a lie: He never left. I guess camping out in the yard was way more efficient than walking the short distance to and from Snowdin, and “A future Royal Guardsman has to be as efficient as possible. Right, *~*~*Captain Undyne*~*~*??”

I made my coffee extra strong that morning.

Once our start-time rolled around, I stepped out of my house to find Papyrus ready and waiting—albeit, looking all sorts of goofy with his chest puffed to his chin and his arms firmly glued to his sides.

“You can relax a little,” I told him. “This is off-record. I prefer getting to know people without all the stuffy formalities.”

“Yes, Captain Undyne! Right away!” But of course he didn’t relax until I realized he wanted me to say “at ease,” and when I did, he giggled the whole way out of his special form of attention as if it was the best thing he had heard in his life. Then, blatantly ignoring everything I had just said about formalities, he promptly asked, “Captain Undyne? Permission to inquire as to why you are not wearing your armor if we’re going to be sparring?”

“Uh… granted?”

“Why are you not wearing your armor if we’re going to be sparring?” The dude was seriously raring to go, his weight bouncing slightly from leg to leg like some kind of boxer on a sugar high.

“Slow your roll, there,” I said with a laugh. “If you wanna pass the entrance exams, then there’s more you gotta worry about than just the physical.” From under the crook of my arm, I pulled out a ratty old folder filled to bursting with a whirlwind of papers. “You see, a good Guardsman not only knows how to fight, but when to fight, why to fight, and even if to fight. The twenty-page written exam makes sure all our candidates are aware of this—along with knowing a bunch of Underground laws and other general information. We’re gonna start with that so we can get it out of the way. Just think of it like… pulling a tooth, or something. Painful but necessary.”

Yet, when I tried to give the documents to Papyrus, he held up a hand and politely refused.

“Oh, I’ve heard tall tales about that dreaded test,” he said. “But I can assure you, Captain Undyne, that you won’t need to waste even a second of your precious time on helping me study. I’m a walking encyclopedia when it comes to the Royal Guard.”

Classic greenhorn confidence. Seen it a million times.

“Really now.” I challenged. “Then how ‘bout I ask you a few questions just to make sure?“

Contained within the folder I brought were all sorts of documents I had saved over the years: copies of Guard reports and case files, a few book scans, lists upon lists of various laws and definitions. It was a great big pile of organized chaos that I not only used as a constant reference but also willingly shared if one of my units was struggling with some of the more… technical aspects of the job. Some of it you could find in textbooks; others you’d have to go digging through the bowels of the courts to snag even a scrap. For a solid fifteen minutes, Papyrus and I went back and forth, with me tossing out what I thought were the most impossible questions I could find in an attempt to catch that rookie’s pluckiness of his off-guard.

“That’s an easy one, Captain Undyne! The Magic Conservation Act was signed into law by our very own King Asgore Dreemurr, in the Year of Our Dog 19XX.”

Okay, good, he got the year right. Most people miss that.

“Anti-Human Directive 10? That depends: Do you mean the original or the amended second edition?”

Wait, there’s a second edition?

“The Research Division? Why, that’s a special squad assigned to escort the Royal Scientist during important, castle-mandated fieldwork.”

Hang on, that’s not even public knowledge. I formed that group last week because I was worried about Alphys!

I slapped the folder shut, stunned. “Well, roll me up in rice and serve me with a side of soy sauce.”

“Did I win?!” Papyrus chimed. “Permission to ask if we can spar now, Captain Undyne?”

Somehow, by the grace of whatever crazy being drives this world, Papyrus answered every single Dogdamn question correctly. I didn’t know if I should shake his hand or file for a restraining order. Still, if he was so eager to jump into the fray, then I needed to be absolutely sure of something—that he knew the most important answer of all.

“Listen,” I said. “The reason you’re doing all this is so you can become a Royal Guard, right? You wanna get a cool suit of armor, make a name for yourself, maybe kick a few humans in the keister?” Papyrus nodded with so much vigor, I thought his skull would fall off. “Then, before you can even think of crossing spears with me, I need you answer one last question.” His nod that time was a bit slower. His expression grew solemn, showing that he understood this was important. “Papyrus, what is a Royal Guard?”

“What is a…” He tilted his head to the side, brows drawing together as he mouthed the question.

“…Royal Guard,” I repeated, assuring him that I did, indeed, ask the question correctly. “The individual, not the group—if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Right. Yes. That’s… what I was wondering. Thank you, Captain Undyne.” Papyrus’s voice trailed off into a mumble. He looked to the cavern walls, tapping the ground with a foot as the two halves of his jaw ground together in thought. There was honestly something deeply satisfying watching him fish for a response after he conquered my Q&A session. Finally, after some intense contemplation, he found one—or, rather, a series of them: “A Royal Guard is… someone employed by the Royal Guard? Wait, no. A Royal Guard is a living extension of our king’s righteous paw! Or, well, I suppose you could say that about a lot of things. A Royal Guard is—I’ve got this, Captain Undyne, I swear—is someone who has passed stringent tests and is officially licensed, under royal decree….”

And so on, and so on.

Once Papyrus realized his twisty little spaghetti strand of answers wasn’t getting him anywhere, he stopped talking and just kinda stared at me. Then, all at once, the confidence he built up over the course of the afternoon deflated from his body.

“I’m sorry, Captain Undyne. I guess I… I don’t know the answer to that.” He slumped over so far his voice was muffled in that weird costume of his. The poor guy probably thought he just ruined everything. I couldn’t help but walk over and give him an encouraging pat on the back.

“Well, that’s no good,” I said. “It’s hard to become something if you don’t even know what it is. Still, you’ve got time to figure it out. Study up, and see if you can find the answer. Once you do, we’ll move on to some actual sparring, okay?”

This time, when I handed him the folder, he actually took it.

* * *

Anytime I train someone, I’m reminded of what Alphys once said: The more you observe something, the more you start to notice patterns in its behavior, which then makes it easier for you to form a hypo- … hippoth- … Basically, you hang around something long enough, you get better at predicting what it’s gonna do.

For folks like Papyrus, experience has told me that I have to be a little careful when working with them. I’ve seen his personality type before: a naïve go-getter filled with all sorts of shiny fairy tale dreams that he hopes to live out if he gets into the Guard—which is fine; I’ve got some pretty faffy dreams myself. It’s just, when it comes to his particular type of personality, I’ve learned over the years that their spirits tend to, well, wilt when the going gets tough. Not always, but often enough. That’s not to say they don’t make excellent soldiers, though. The ones who’ve made it through and come out on top are some of the best damn Guards I’ve had ever had the honor of working with. They have this goodness inherent in them that’s getting more and more difficult to find these days.

Unfortunately, in this line of work, that genuine goodness is also getting more and more difficult to keep. When folks like Papyrus join up and realize what real Royal Guard life is all about—when “niceness” becomes “weakness”, when they’re constantly faced with the worst of society… with all the injustices in the world that don’t have easy answers (if any at all)—then that goodness starts to falter. Give it enough time, it rots into bitterness and then anger, even hatred. I’ve seen it mark the faces of many of our veterans. I’ve even struggled with it myself.

That is exactly why I didn’t want Papyrus to jump in to combat training as quickly as he had been hoping—and, probably, why I didn’t agree to train him right away. The most I knew about him before all this began was what I had heard from his brother, Sans, and even that was enough for me to form a conclusion. That first day of training only solidified it: Papyrus is too good. Too nice. In the most beautiful, wonderful sense, Papyrus absolutely does not belong on a battlefield, and I will be damned before I put him there.

I thought starting with the written portion of the entry exam would give Papyrus a good idea of what we do and how I work before he got a taste of the real serious stuff. My plan was to spend a week or two drilling him with questions, grilling him for every wrong answer, and ensuring he learned his stuff through the only way the Guard knows how to teach it—with no punches pulled. Maybe then he would realize, before he got too invested, that this might not be the life for him. That he could back out with no hard feelings and discover a ton of other options just waiting for someone like him.

Then, his uncanny knowledge of Royal Guard matters both public and highly top secret oh my god flushed that idea. Immediately after Papyrus’s first session, I found myself scrambling for a new plan of action.

I needed to know more. If I could learn more about him, maybe find out some of the things he liked to do, I could sort of… nudge him away from the Guard.

Maybe.

I was never good at subtlety, but it was worth a shot.

So, that week turned from “Let’s Learn About the Royal Guard” to “Let’s Learn About Papyrus Instead”—under the guise of teaching him more about the Guard, of course. One day, I took him for a tour of the castle grounds. The next, I showed him around the barracks. The day after, we grabbed a bite to eat at a popular Royal Guard pub in New Home. The whole time, I took a backseat during our conversations and let Papyrus do what Sans said he does best—talk about himself.

And, wouldn’t you know it, it worked.

“You’ll find that my magic is kind of like yours, Captain Undyne, in that it mostly takes the form of projectiles. You’ll also find that it’s not like yours in that it’s really popular with certain … canine types. I’m not sure why.”

“…So, there they were, trying to gang up on Sans. But then—and this is the best part, Captain Undyne—then came the Great Papyrus! Wham! Bam! Thank you, ma’am! We never saw those troublemakers again.”

“…And that was third time I had to swoop in and prevent a giant brawl. All because he was too lazy to give up his special seat at the bar. Can you believe that, Captain Undyne? Who knows what might’ve happened had the Great Papyrus not been there? Sheesh!”

Outside of his countless tales of personal heroism, (all of which held about as much water as Hotland), a common trend across Papyrus’s discussions was his brother…

“Let me be the first to apologize for Sans’s laziness, Captain Undyne. Once I become a Royal Guard, I swear I’ll work three times as hard to make up for his churning void of inactivity.”

…And that got me thinking. Clearly, Papyrus was the type who loved to do things for others. Sure, he complained when “others” meant “Sans”, but it was obvious he still got a kick out of it beneath all his grumbling. If I could steer him towards something like that… something like cooking… cleaning… some kind of job that allowed him to use his talents for the sake of others… then….

It was towards the end of the week that Papyrus gave me back the folder I loaned him.

“I’m sorry, Captain Undyne,” he said. “I read everything in here front-to-back, but I’m afraid I still couldn’t find the answer to your question. And while these conversations have been incredibly enlightening, they, too, have led me no closer to the truth.”

I chuckled. “Well, it’s not exactly an easy question.”

“To say the least. You’ve posed a real stickler, Captain Undyne. A puzzle capable of japing even me! But, if it means you’ll train me in Royal Guard combat, then the Great Papyrus will never give up.” He flashed a confident smile. “So, I talked to some of the Guards myself to see what they thought.”

As it turns out, during the times we weren’t hanging out, Papyrus was running around asking every damn Guard he could find what they thought it meant to be a Guard, and when he pulled out a list of responses that unfurled all the way to the ground, some teeny tiny part of me might have started to think that maybe there was a better way of doing this.

“Were… any of those the right answer, Captain Undyne?” Papyrus asked, once he had read off each and every one. “Don’t tell me it was ‘Bark’ the whole time. Otherwise, I may have to rethink my opinion of Lesser Dog.”

And although I had suddenly learned more about my own guards in the past hour than I had over years of working with them, all I could do was shrug. Papyrus still didn’t get it.

“P-permission to ask for a hint?” His face was the picture of disappointment.

“Do you get hints in the heat of battle?”

“…Yes?”

I shook my head with a laugh. “Chin up and keep working, Papyrus.”

* * *

That weekend, my routine patrol turned up some disturbing news. Papyrus refused to leave his house.

“Eh, sometime yesterday he started moping around. It got so bad, I actually had to go out and buy our groceries. He’s giving even my laziness a run for its money.” Sans’s signature grin only widened, as if this behavior of his brother’s wasn’t something incredibly worrying. “But I always knew he’d grow into his true calling. He’s kind of a late bloomer.”

With that frightening thought in mind, I marched myself right over Papyrus’s place and pounded on his front door. Once, twice, three times. Yet there was no answer.

“Papyrus?” I called. Still no response. Is he in his room? I rounded the back of the house and peered up. A shadow moved behind the second floor window of Papyrus’s bedroom. Bingo. I balled up a wad of snow in my gloves and tossed as lightly as I could. Sure enough, the hefty thump was loud enough to draw a bony white face to the glass.

“Captain Undyne?” Papyrus opened the window a smidge. “What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you the same thing,” I said. “What’s going on? Sans says you’re being quite the lazybones.”

“What? That is not true!”

I shrugged. “Well, whatever it is, it’s weird and it worries me, so I’m not leaving until you come out.” He made as if to protest, but I cut him off. “Papyrus, I’m wearing four layers and am fully trained in survival tactics. Also, there’s a general store down the street. I will wait as long I have to.”

He couldn’t win, and I think he knew it. With a sigh that fogged up the glass, Papyrus disappeared from his window. Not a minute later, I heard the front door open, and I met him on the porch. Dude was a mess. I mean, dark circles under his eye sockets, definitely-did-not-sleep kind of mess. The whole thing gave me a prickle of déjà vu.

“You were thinking about that question again, weren’t you?”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Papyrus seemed to fold against the doorframe. “Captain Undyne, should I really be aiming for the Royal Guard, when I, apparently, don’t even know what a Royal Guard is?”

Oh. Oh boy. Here we go.

Well, it was what I wanted, wasn’t it?

But I didn’t think he’d be this upset!

He really put his all toward this, didn’t he?

What was I thinking?

I…

“Follow me,” I said. “Class is taking an emergency field trip.” When Papyrus didn’t budge, I pulled out my trump card. “Captain’s orders.”

* * *

At the garbage dump between Waterfall and Hotland, there’s a particular place I like to go to whenever life gets me down and I just need a good think. It’s a small hill overlooking the cascades made up of a bunch of appliances that have all rusted together into one big pile of Dog-only-knows what. It’s just close enough to the tourist-y parts to let me keep an eye on everyone while still far enough away to provide a little bit of peace. It’s where I first saw Alphys.

It’s also where I took Papyrus.

Carefully, I hoisted myself up onto what was left of a washing machine. Papyrus plopped down next to me and, staring at his lap, sat there absentmindedly kicking his legs in the air. You could practically see the rain cloud hovering over his head.

“Permission to ask…” He stopped himself. “Um, why are we at the dump, Captain Undyne?”

“So you can see what a Royal Guard is,” I said. “At least, to me.” That seemed to perk him up. He straightened slightly.

“What do you—”

“—Hey, close your eyes, listen for a bit, and tell me what you hear.”

Papyrus did so. “Well, okay. Let’s see … I hear the sounds of the river. I hear bits of trash falling into the water. Oh! I also hear the Great Papyrus.”

“Anything else?”

He listened again for a minute. “…Kids. I think I hear kids.”

Sure enough, a group of tiny voices—the usual crowd of mischief-makers; I could tell—gradually rose above the din of the dump.

“Whoa, check this thing out!”

“What is it?”

“It looks like one of those human game machines. Yeah, see? You use these buttons to move what’s on the screen.”

“Does it work?”

“I dunno. They probably wouldn’t have thrown it out if it did. I can ask my cousin. He knows all about this kind of stuff because he uses lightning magic.”

“But wait, we don’t have any games to go with it.”

“Oh yeah. Well, maybe there’s some nearby. Let’s keep looking.”

The kids carried on like that for a good while, buzzing with excitement over all the things they had found. It was only after they had gone did I turn to Papyrus again. “What do you make of that?”

“Sounds like they were having fun.”

I nodded. “Right? But isn’t it a little strange? I mean, think of where all this stuff came from.”

“…From humans,” said Papyrus.

“Exactly. The very things that killed our ancestors, drew us into an unwinnable war, and then stuffed us all into the Underground. The very things that, even though we haven’t seen one in-person for years—thank Dog—are still part of our society.” I held my arm out over the mountains of trash. “They’re in our classrooms, textbooks, and museums. They’re in our picture books, our TV shows, our homes. They’re even in the far corners of our dreams. For what it’s worth, those kids shouldn’t want to associate with this stuff at all. They should be scared of it. But they’re not. And you know why?” I stood up on the washing machine and gave Papyrus the best grin I could muster. “Because they know they don’t have to be; the Guard will protect them.” I took a breath. “There’s no telling how long we’ll be stuck down here, so the best thing we can do is make sure everyone sleeps soundly today without having nightmares about tomorrow. That, to me, is a Royal Guard: someone who keeps even boogiemen away.”

Papyrus had grown quiet. I wasn’t sure if he was just listening—or if he was surprised, stunned into silence, or what—but his expression, unreadable though it might have been, told me he was hinging on my every word. So, I went on.

“You see, you can memorize facts and protocol until your brain bleeds, master every fighting style known to monster, work your way up to a spot higher than that of even the King … but it all means jack if it doesn’t serve a purpose; if you don’t have a reason, a goal, something that gets you up in the morning and pushes you to do what you do even when every fiber in your body is telling you to stop. For a Royal Guard, well, that’s what makes a Royal Guard.” I gave him a nudge with my elbow. “And that is something you have to define for yourself, Papyrus. Nobody else can tell you the answer.”

Having said what I wanted to say, I took a breath and let my words sink in. Before Papyrus got too involved, before he decided to throw his life—his goodness—out into an uncaring world, I needed him to fully understand: A Royal Guard is what he makes of it…but it shouldn’t be about the gear, the status, the parties, the semi-legal ability to use semi-lethal force… It should be something greater than himself, greater than even the Great Papyrus.

“I’ve got it.” Papyrus’s voice wrenched me from my thoughts. “I know what a Royal Guard is!” He stood up and, once again striking that dorky pose with his hands on his hips, proclaimed to the Underground, “A Royal Guard is someone who makes the world a little safer for those who are small and don’t have a lot of HP!”

That… was quick. I whistled through my fangs. “Nice! I dig it. A ‘protect the weak’ kind of person? That’s totally you, Papyrus!”

He fidgeted and flushed straight to his forehead. “W-well, I don’t know if I’d necessarily say ‘weak’. On the contrary, Sa—”

Unfortunately, the sudden addition of Papyrus’s full weight, coupled with his now excited jitteriness, had loosened the washing machine’s age-old hold on the mountain of trash. With the explosive creaking of corroded metal, our former seat sent us tumbling to the ground atop an avalanche of household appliances.

Again, like I said before, skeletons are just as durable as they are persistent. Fortunately, the same can be said of fish as well. Soaked in nasty water and garbage, and surrounded by a mob of concerned onlookers, we laughed and laughed until we realized our guts hurt not from laughter but from possible internal bleeding.

* * *

As we walked back from the dump that day—two bruised and bandaged peas in a pod—Papyrus had his head tilted to the sky, and his steps seemed doubly as sure of themselves. Yet, watching him saunter about in that overblown stride of his, I got the strangest sense that, for the first time in a long time, Papyrus had finally, truly begun to relax.

Now, if only he could teach me how to do that.

Not gonna lie, I was still worried about him. Like some neurotic, different-species mother, I knew deep down I was gonna worry about him and that brilliant goodness of his ‘til the day I was six feet under. But, I also knew that if I stuck to him like glue, if I became the best Captain I could be…

No, wait, scratch that last bit…—

“Hey, Papyrus? Before we start your training proper, I need you to do one last thing for me.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I’m ready for another tough question just yet, Captain Undyne.”

“It’s not that, ya dork. I need you call me ‘Undyne’. No more of this ‘Captain’ stuff, okay?”

“…”

“Remember what I said? Formalities get in the way of getting to know people. I mean, unless you call all your friends ‘Captain’ because, if so…”

“What?! No, not at all! It’s just, you really want to be my… friend?”

“Why not? I think we make a pretty cool team.”

“B-but I’m not a Guardsman yet! I haven’t been trained in honorable combat! I haven’t even—”

“—Papyrus.”

“Yes, Capta-, er, Undyne?”

“Permission to be your friend?”

“P-p-p-p-permission granted!!”

…—If I became the best Friend I could be…Then, maybe, I wouldn’t have to worry about him quite as much.

#next day reblog #(well maybe not technically lol)#(it was supposed to be but I forgot pffff)#undertale #undyne #papyrus #trickquestion

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