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marshmellowtea · 8 months

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um. so. y'all are not going to believe this but i've had this goddamn fic finished for MONTHS but i fucking FORGOT??? IT WAS HERE??? IT'S JUST BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS BECAUSE I FORGOR I HAD THIS BASICALLY FINISHED FIC JUST WAITING TO BE EDITED AND PUBLISHED HGKLDSJFLKSD 😭

ahem. anyway. sorry for yelling lmao. onto the actual fic summary—basically, i decided to write this silly little thing about human, arospec lila trying to talk about a newly formed crush with an aroacespec will. it's very silly and fluffy and writing it made me giggle a lot, don't expect much angst here, aside from like a sprinkling of it for flavor lmao. that being said, small warning for some toxic queerplatonic partner vibes between will and lila, but the vibe is still mostly lighthearted, it's not too heavy or extreme. also, they're working on it, okay :') they're teenagers who grew up in abusive/traumatizing environments (which isn't referenced in the fic but it definitely shapes the way i characterize them), they don't exactly know how to navigate a healthy relationship yet but they're trying goddammit dskjfkdsafj

.....uh, if it's not obvious, i don't remember how i do summaries on tumblr fics ngl. there'll probably be a cleaner one when this gets posted onto ao3 in a day or two, so watch out for that if you'd prefer to read this on there :P tbh depending on how tired i am when i get home from work i might just go ahead and post it on there later today anyway oops

anyway, onto the fic now, hope y'all enjoy! :)

William's curled up on his side, his upper body in Lila's lap and her hands kneading though his hair in a way that mostly feels good, when she suddenly asks the question.

"Is it called a crush because you want to crush them?"

If this were closer to the beginning of their friendship, when he wasn't already used to weird comments like these from her, William might've sat up in shock, giving her a wide eyed expression of surprise she loves to make fun of him for. This is far from the most outrageous thing she's ever said to him at this point, however, so instead, he just furrows his brow and shifts in her lap a little, not even bothering to open his eyes.

"Lila, what on earth are you talking about...?"

She's quiet for a moment, her hands pausing in his hair. He lets out a little whine at the loss of feeling, and she huffs softly before continuing, using a little bit more of her nails than she was before.

"Let's say...like...maybe there's this person someone thinks is...pretty," she says, the words awkward and stilted in a way he's never heard from her before. "And because they're so pretty, that person keeps...fantasizing about...squeezing them. In their arms. Or under them."

"Ew," he says on instinct, his fingers moving to fiddle with the black ring around the middle finger of his left hand. "Is this hypothetical person you, Lila?"

"No, dumbass!" she says, and, well, that almost sounds convincing. "I'm just...asking. For a friend."

"But I'm your only friend?" he asks, genuinely confused. His confusion then turns to pain, however, as she pulls on his hair—apparently she found that insulting. "Ow! Lila!"

"I have friends. Mainly friends you picked out for us—" and here, she huffs, sounding put upon about his choice in companionship, as though she has no choice in whether she hangs out with them too, "—but friends nonetheless."

...okay, admittedly, he understands where the offense came from now. But still, she claims that he's her only friend enough that of course he would make that assumption, and it's kind of not fair for her to punish him for words he's repeating from her. And also, he must reiterate, ow.

"Anyway, it's for a friend," she insists, sounding a bit wounded. "God. Don't be a smartass, Will, it's not flattering on you."

"I'm not trying to be a smartass, you're just—ugh, nevermind," he grumbles, letting his eyes flutter open and sulking at a vague point in the distance. His hand drifts toward the hem of her skirt, and he plays with it absently, rubbing his fingers over the soft fabric. "Putting all that aside, well...um, sorry to your friend, but I don't think I'm the right person to ask about that. I still don't really...understand all that stuff."

"Ugh, right, I forgot you were a fucking loser."

"I'm not a loser!" he protests, but he immediately feels childish for it. He flips onto his stomach to hide his face in her lap, and is instantly rewarded with one of her hands on the nape of his neck, a warm, comforting weight. "That stuff is just...really complicated..."

"Yeah, well, that's cuz you're a loser who's bad with people, it's okay to admit it."

There's a twinge of fondness to the insult, and despite himself, he finds himself smiling a little at her tone. Still, he decides to retaliate by lightly pinching her on the calf, just under the crook of her knee.

"Ow! Will!"

She then retaliates to him by pulling on his hair again, harder this time despite only using one hand this time. He lets out a sharp cry of pain and smacks her on the knee, pulling out of her lap briefly to escape her wrath. She drops her hands once he's fully off of her and sitting up on his knees, and he scowls at her unamusedly. She scowls back at him, the two of them staring at each other for a moment with equal mild annoyance.

Then, face unchanging, Lila pats her thigh, looking even more annoyed when he doesn't immediately lay back down. "Well?"

He huffs, but obliges, flopping back in her lap, this time on his back so he can continue to scowl at her. One of her hands returns to his hair, and the other one grabs one of his hands, though it feels less like she's just trying to hold his hand and more like she's trying to restrain him from pinching her again. Which, really, is super unfair, given that he only pinched her because she was being mean to him. And she pulled his hair first. And because she always does shit like that to him, and he deserves a chance to defend himself...

...but she is petting his hair in a way he likes again, and her face has softened a little, her lips now in that tiny but genuine sort of half smile he's only seen her use on him. He smiles back at her, wobbly and crooked but just as genuine, letting out a little laugh despite how genuinely annoyed he was moments prior.

"You're the worst," he says, and though he kind of means it he also says it with all the affection in the world. "I am sorry I can't answer your question, though."

"Hey, you also suck," Lila says back, but she coos it in the same tone you'd use on a mischievous kitten. "And it's fine, honestly. It wasn't a serious question, anyway. I was just wondering."

They fall quiet for a moment, and William's eyes fall to their enjoined hands, watching as Lila idly traces his fingers with her thumb. He's struck, then, with the oddest thought—that being, the thought that he does love her, in some weird way, despite the constant bickering and occasional minor physical attacks. That no matter how hard she makes it for him, he cares about her, and he wishes she would let him do that without constantly trying to fight on him on it. That he's glad she loves him too, in her own weird way, because he knows she does but he rarely gets to hear her say it out loud.

Not that he could ever say all that to her, of course. She'd probably just make fun of him.

Instead, he says, "If it is you with the crush...you know I'd be here to listen if you wanted to talk about it, right?"

He's fully prepared to let the conversation end there, but she surprises him by letting out a sigh and saying, "I don't even know if it is a crush."

He raises his eyebrows at that, trying not to get too excited at the information he was just given. She'd hate it if he said it out loud, but she's really easy to scare away on these rare moments where she's being open or vulnerable. "What do you mean?" he asks, trying not to let his voice soften too much.

She groans loudly at that, but she hasn't stopped talking, which, score. "I dunno, William, like...the crush question was kind of a joke? But it also kind of wasn't?"

"...elaborate?"

She groans louder, loud enough to startle him a little. She must feel him jump, because she gives his forehead a light pat before entangling her fingers back in his curls, the hair petting having mostly stopped now. "When I think about this person...I want to hold them as tight as possible and not let go. And squeeze their hand and just...hold it. And..." She grimaces, like it pains her to admit it. "And kiss them, maybe. On their stupid fucking face. Among...other things that I suppose I will graciously spare you."

She taps his ring as she says that, making him giggle. "Thank you. I appreciate that," he says, smiling broadly up at her for a moment, before his face falls back into an inquisitive frown. "Uh, but, Lila? I'm no expert, but that...kind of sounds like a crush? I think?"

Lila chews on her lip for a moment, as if considering what she's going to say next. When she finally speaks, William feels his heart cease to beat in his chest.

"I know, but like...a lot of that is stuff I want to do with you."

William feels his face grow hot, and he stammers, ice cold panic rushing through his veins. Yeah, he loves Lila, but it's not—it's not like that, he's not comfortable with—she knows he's not—

"Not the—not the sex stuff!" Lila says suddenly, giving him a harsh shake. "I didn't say I wanted to do all of that with you, take a fucking breath, Will!"

Oh, he did stop breathing for a second there, didn't he? He inhales deeply as she told him to, letting her lightly push him upright into a sitting position on the bed. He twists around a bit so the two of them are side by side, and she immediately tugs him closer until his head is on her shoulder, awkwardly patting his back in a way he thinks she thinks is comforting. It's a little much, honestly, given that his moment of panic really was just a moment—it was instant relief hearing that she wasn't into him in that way, and it was kind of silly for his brain to jump to that conclusion in the first place anyway since he mostly knows where they'd drawn the lines in their relationship, even if they've never properly talked about it—but he likes these rare occasions where she attempts to fuss over him, so he's not going to protest it. It's kind of sweet, really, even if it's obvious that she has no idea how to comfort another human being.

"Ugh," she says, sounding more embarrassed than exasperated. "Ugh, I said that in the stupidest way, sorry." Then, after a pause, she adds, "I mean...it's all just stupid, anyway."

"Aww, no it's not," William says gently, very comfortable in his place nestled against her side. "I guess I get what you mean though. I know I don't have a crush on you, but I like cuddling you and stuff. I'd also feel weird if I suddenly felt the same thing toward someone else but with...other stuff too."

"Yeah," Lila says, sounding mopey. Probably because she's moping, if he had to guess. "It's not just that, either, wanting to touch this person the way I touch you also feels...different. Different in a way that's hard to pin down." She grabs his hand, having lost it in the shuffle of him sitting up, and once again starts tracing his fingers, running her thumb from the back of his hand, over his knuckles, down to his fingernails. "Like when I do this, it's nice, but I don't do it and think about you as my boyfriend. That'd be disgusting."

William barks out a laugh at that. Technically, it could be an insult toward him, but... "I understand what you're getting at, yeah. I want to be close to you, but you're not, like, my girlfriend or anything, and I wouldn't really want you to be. You're just my friend, but, like...a friend I want to cuddle sometimes."

"Stop saying that we cuddle," Lila scoffs, but the usual harshness of her tone is still rather muted. "But...yeah. Exactly. It's different, and it's weird."

William hums sympathetically, giving her arm a light pat. "Yeah," he says quietly. "That does sound weird." Then, after a pause, "I'm sorry. I wish I could help you more."

Lila huffs, letting her cheek rest against his head. "I wish you could help me more too," she bemoans, interlocking their fingers and giving his hand a light squeeze. "But, whatever. Just talking about it was nice, so you're not completely useless..."

Once again, William just chuckles at that. He can hear the unsaid Thank you in her voice, and he appreciates it, even if he does wish she would just be straightforwardly nice to him sometimes. Hell, not even just to him, oftentimes he wishes she would be nice in general.

But...she's working on it. He thinks. There's been a notable difference in the way she speaks to Martha, Ellie, and Regina, anyway. She's still on guard around Jim and Mike, and god, he doesn't really know what her deal with Tanya is, but she's friendlier with those three, at least. And...she's been more gentle with him, too. At the very least there's been less pinching.

He's proud of her. Which is another thing he can't tell her if he doesn't want her to laugh in his face, but, hey. Maybe one of these days.

"...you wanna lay down now?"

Her question pulls him out of his introspection, and William hums in assent, finally pulling his head off of her shoulder. "Are we gonna take a nap now?" he asks, rubbing at his face absently. "I got pretty close to falling asleep before, well, you know."

She sniffs, pulling her legs up on the bed and stretching out behind him, her arms and legs reaching each end of the mattress before she rolls back onto her side and brings them back in again. "I mean, you can sleep if you want. I don't know if I will."

"You're not at all tired?" he asks, curling up on his side next to her. They're face to face, now, and he can see the exhaustion in her face, as well as the slight flush left over from their conversation.

"Not really," she sniffs. "I mean, I don't think I am enough to fall asleep. I just want to rest my eyes a little."

"Oh, okay," he says, scooting a little closer to her. "I might fall asleep. You didn't want to talk more, did you?"

Lila shakes her head rather than verbally answer, and William smiles to himself. She's probably going to fall asleep too, judging by the way she's gotten quieter, but even if she doesn't, he knows she'll let him sleep if he needs to. Unless something important happens. Or if she gets too bored, which is something important in Lila's eyes.

She kind of is the worst, but luckily for her, he kind of does love her.

He lets his eyes fall closed then, pressing further into her warmth until he's tucked up under her chin. She doesn't fight him on it, instead wrapping a loose arm over him, and he knows he's very close to drifting off when he hears her ask one last thing.

"You're really not going to ask who my hypothetical crush is on, are you?"

It's an interesting remark—it almost sounds like she's disappointed. Still, it's not interesting enough for him to open his eyes. "I kinda figured I wouldn't be able to get it out of you," he mumbles, his voice muffled by her collarbone. "Why?"

"...I dunno. I just thought you would ask," she says, starting to sound close to sleep herself.

"Did you want me too?"

"No." She says it too quickly. And then amends, "Maybe..."

He laughs sleepily, resting one curled up hand on the small of her waist, wanting to be closer, trying to absorb the warmth she's emanating—she's always run weirdly warm, while he runs weirdly cold. He tries not too think too hard about the way that makes them fit so well together. "Tell you what. When I wake up, I'll pester you about it as much as you want me to. Is that okay?"

"I didn't want you to pester me," she protests, scowl audible in her voice. "Just ask."

He laughs again, suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of contentment. "'m gonna pester you so hard," he mumbles, picturing the dirty look he knows she's giving him despite his still closed eyes. "'m not gonna leave you alone until you give me answers. S'only fair."

"How's that fair?"

"I mean...you pester me when I try to keep secrets from you."

"I don't..." Lila protests, but she sounds amusingly unsure. "Besides, since when did you try to keep secrets from me anyway...?"

"Mm. I stopped tryin' cuz you'd always get them outta me."

"Well, that just sounds like your fault."

"...maybe you've got me there," he mumbles, chuckling softly. "I jus' think it's my turn to needle somethin' out of you this time, mmkay?"

"Yeah, well, good luck with that," Lila grumbles, making him giggle more.

The two of them then lapse into a comfortable silence, aside from their quiet breathing. William is just about asleep when he feels more than hears Lila murmur something against his hair.

"Love you, Will. No matter what happens."

He smiles widely at that. She must think he's asleep—rarely does she say that she loves him without him saying it first. Even then, he usually receives it with a (nonetheless fond) eye roll, so hearing it now sounding so genuine is a nice treat.

"Love you too, Lila," he mumbles back, his voice slurred from exhaustion. "Love you so so much."

Given the way she tenses, he was probably right in thinking that she thought he was asleep. Still, she doesn't respond with a protest or a quip like she normally does, whether because of her tiredness, or maybe she just wanted to let a nice moment linger for once. Either way, he'll count that as a win.

It doesn't take him long to drift off after that, the smile not leaving his face even as he sleeps.

#who's lila #who's lila?#william clarke #lila #will/lila #queerplatonically but still. them :) <3 #also #implied lila/tanya #it's vague about who's she's crushing on tbh but that's the authorial intent lmao #if you wanna read it as another ship i don't really mind tbh but if i theoretically add another installment to this au just know #that that's where this is heading lol #marshy writes #this'll end up on the main account and not the side account cuz there's no agere and/or whump here #i mean some whump fics end up on main. it's about the vibes #but this doesn't have whump so that automatically puts this on main #and frankly i rarely post to my main ao3 account anyway so it needs some love okay #i know none of y'all asked but ahglkasdjfklds #on the off chance someone was curious? maybe?#yeah idk lmao anyway. expect this on ao3 soon 👍

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6shooterz · 2 years

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i accidentally posted this on my writing blog but ANYWAY gonna watch kny while working on art comms hehehehe

#*stares at marshie from afar* just you wait.#when i finish it i'll spam your notifs by liking and rbing everything u write

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apersonwholikeslotus · 1 month

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the beginning of greatness

#I GOT HIT WITH SUCH INSPO MARSHY YOUR GETTING WRITING TO EXPLAIN HOW THEY MET #irenor

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sexynetra · 11 months

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@lady-assnali tagged me in this fun little tag game as a sneaky little tactic to get more peeks at the chapter before I post and guess what? It worked 💕 (love you mon bien-aimé, nobody loves rawnsyf like you none of this would happen without you xxoo)

1. Share the premise (as much or as little as you’d like) of the WIP that’s been haunting you lately.

RAWNSYF CHAPTER 6 MY MORTAL ENEMY MY BELOVED I have been stuck with her for so long I think my brain is made of jell-o.

We left off with a steamy drunken makeout, but how will Marcia react when there’s no alcohol to blame her decisions on? How will Marcia and Anetra’s friends react to the news of their kiss? Will Anetra ever catch a goddamn break??? Tune in next week* to find out ;)

*hopefully this week

2. Share the last line of your latest WIP

Anetra’s decision was made for her before she could think about anything.

“Okay.”

3. ctrl + f for any of these words: hand, gold, bed, brown, money, tea, smile, water. if any of those are in your wip, share those sentences too.

Here’s the tea, bestie. I cannot do that because hand alone has 62 hits. But I can pick and choose an assortment for y’all

She was trying to be a gentleman. To keep her hands and teeth to exclusively PG-13 areas

It felt like ages before Marcia moved, raising her hands slowly as if she was worried Anetra would flee out the window

She felt her breath catch in her throat as she straightened the towel, running a hand through her damp hair

She broke off and Sasha squeezed both her hands encouragingly

“So… about Marcia…” Anetra began, half-wishing she had ordered a drink just so she would have something to do with her hands

“But my bed is available for cuddling, if you want.”

“That bad,” Anetra sighed, pushing off her bed to sit at her desk chair

Anetra smiled in spite of herself, sending a half a dozen hearts so she didn’t have to think of a real response, and groaned when she saw the message below

Anetra traced a pattern of water stains on the wooden table with two fingers, wondering if she could drown on dry land from the absurdity of the situation

4. No pressure tags:

@eyeslikewatercoolers @marciax3-appreciator @goodemethyd

#hi beta I know ur seeing this and are ready to scratch my eyeballs out for posting all these snippets before you can edit :) I love u #I’ll buy you a pastry at brunch this weekend so you are legally not allowed to be angy with me #and miss assnali thank you for tagging me you truly are my beloved #I write for you this marshie is for you you love her the most #anyway if you can’t tell I’m very excited to post this chapter #I’ve been waiting so long #enjoy your sneak previews I tried not to spoil anything 😈#but if you’ve been looking at every preview I’ve posted I bet there’s some puzzle pieces you can put together #rpdr 15 #drag race #anetra #drag race 15 #rpdr #marcia #anarcia #asks #running away will never set you free #anarcia fanfic #anarcia fanfiction #rawnsyf #tag game #also I did this on my phone so sorry if the formatting is fucked up #my writing

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missuswalker · 9 months

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DUDE ALL OF UR WRITINGS ARE SO GOOD u literally make Stan sound like a loser AND HE IS!!!! AND I EAT IT UP ITS SO FUNNY AGAIAHJAHQIA THE JUMPSCARE TOO😭😭😭

Could I req hcs of Stan (the slimy. The STINK.) and Kyle (I feel like he always has a prominent forehead vein from all the rage he has in his body) separate with some mutual pining w a f!reader that’s suuuuuper flirty n zesty w her friends like saying some out of pocket goofy shit like barking n meowing or “I’m hard” or like “I need u carnally.” LOL but also gets easily flustered when flirted back with??? I will kiss the ground u walk upon btw (thank you sm I’m literally up at 3:37 giggling thinking of when u post a response to this)

i'm in love with you for this YOU GUYS THINK UP THE GOOD SHIT

stan and kyle with a flirty reader

✮ summary: stan and kyle crushing on a flirty reader (who gets flustered when flirted back with)

✮ warnings: sexual jokes LMAO

kyle broflovski

i can't imagine him getting all "omg i- i- i- i- 😱😱" over it

like thats not happening

his face will get red, yes

but he's not gonna get super flustered over it

he'll be like "🫥😧" and side eye the hell out of you

it's funny to him sometimes, but also, if he's already pissed off, it's just annoying

"damn, tryna take it to the temple? 😏" "y/n, shut the fuck up."

but that only encourages you to do it more

but it makes him think he's not special since you flirt with your friends, too

"bebe, you can be my baybay if you know what i mean 😏😏 just call me mommy 😁"

and then gets upset and hopes you come flirt with him

the first time he flirted back, it was like you shut down

"why ask for my number when you can just call me a good girl" "i bet you'd like that wouldn't you"

IT WOULD SIMPLY BE THAT, NOT EVEN THAT INTENSE

you'd almost start doing the butters foot kick thing like in the episode where he had to partner up with cartman

"what 😁 huh 🥰 say that again? 😊"

he'd think it was so funny

his rizz isn't bad either so it's even worse

would pull the "you don't have anything to say, huh"

he'd start calling you petnames to make it worse

"come sit over here, babe"

just shit like that

realizes he's the only one you get super flustered over, so he makes his move

after a couple more days of torturing you

his ego just expands

thinks he's the shit

pulls out the black tshirt

stan marsh

oh my god he literally is a loser

"hey stan-ley, wanna give me that stan-d?" "woah."

brags about it

"y/n said she'd gobble me up yesterday 😏" "dude, what the flip" "kenny, you just don't get it."

but when he's around you he says the stupidest shit

"looking good, marshy poo" "oh, thanks 😰😁"

when he flirts back, it's all mid

"nice shirt, stanley" "nice face, y/n"

but when it still flusters you, he's like "yeah, she likes me"

"would you be interested in going out with me 🤓"

and then would be all like "uhhh i mean, uh, would you, let's go on a date"

thought he ate the girls up

standing there like "😏"

"yeah, sure"

AND IS SHOCKED

pretends he's not shocked

"oh, sweet 🥱" "like this pussy" "😦"

a/n: i love this so much

not proofread because im lazy (sexy facial expression)

#south park #x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle brovlofski #south park x reader headcanons #south park x reader #stan marsh headcanons #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #kyle broflovski headcanons

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maaarshieee · 1 year

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⎯⎯ ୨ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 ୧ ⎯⎯

➢ Il Dottore x Gɴ!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➢ 1.9k ᴡᴏʀᴅs ┊ Hᴜʀᴛ/ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ

➢ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

a/n - this is dedicated for my boo (/p)! truthfully i was gonna make an analysis on kazuha next but i love my boo and dottore is kinda hot like that. anyways this is my iteration of him so it may to may be occ on the way i write him :) either way i hope you like this! titled "worshipper", have a good day/night! part 3 of marshie's oneshot/drabble after his character analysis :)

↬ cw: mentions of experimentation, injuries, blood (kinda graphic description of it too), torture (brief), slight obsessive behavior

It was a miscalculation on his part.

Dottore wasn't a stranger to failure. He encounters it more often than not, it's part of the process after all. To learn from your past mistakes to avoid further setbacks. Failure is imminent and a constant when it comes to experiments like these, especially with human bodies. They are weak, fragile; prone to break if not carefully used.

And yet...

"Shit..." You wheezed, clutching your sides as you curled up into a ball on the cool, metallic bed once he unstrapped you from it, groaning and writhing in unbearable pain. Blood spilled from your lips as you closed your eyes, biting on your bottom lip, hard, just to suppress the screams that threatened to escape your throat. Dottore's multiple segments all frantically moved in the laboratory, immediately trying to figure out what went wrong under Dottore's command, while he would check up on you, all by himself.

It was his fault that you got hurt anyways.

Dottore had always preferred the process of experimentation than the end result, taking joy from the way their face would scrunch up, tears prickling their eyes as they beg for mercy with such desperation. It sends shivers up his spine. The color of their spilled blood on the floor, the way they squirm, and much much more.

But when it comes to you...

"Lay down properly," Dottore commanded calmly, a frown evident on his lips. He carefully placed you down on a different bed, one with a mattress and pillows, and not a hard, cool surface. Dottore ought to get a better bed for your experimentations...

If you didn't know better, you would've assumed that he was displeased at his miscalculation and that he was dreading fixing whatever was broken within you with the look he wore on his face. Even with half of his face covered, one could easily tell he was in a bad mood.

Though, it was the opposite. From the brief moment, you could open your eyes, you catch glimpses of Dottore. He was gritting his teeth, hands hovering above your trembling form, hesitant to touch you after what he had done to you. "I... I can't ease the pain if you're curled up like that..."

His voice was barely above a whisper, a pitch higher, leaning down close to your face, to further observe your reactions. Even the faintest touch causes you to flinch and hiss in pain. He was careful to wipe off the blood with a clean piece of cloth that poured from your mouth and stained your shirt.

Dottore thought that blood has the prettiest colors.

But the sight of yours sinking into your own clothes and drying on your skin, made him feel...

He doesn't apologize. In fact, you don't remember when was the last time Dottore verbally apologized to you. He hasn't done anything that required him to ask for forgiveness, but he also never spoken those words to you ever since the both of you were expelled from the Akademiya. But he never needed to anyways.

His actions already speak out loud for him. From making sure you were comfortable, personally taking care of you, and not leaving you to his segments, and the frown on his lips, slightly quivering at the sight of you.

You needn't had to speak either to let him know you've forgiven him. Just by simply gripping onto Dottore's arm, he knew that you still trusted him. That whatever was happening to you, he'd solve it and make all the pain go away.

"Urk... I'm dyin'..." You whimper, eyes squeezed shut and gasping for air as blood began to drip down your nose. "Hurts so much..." Dottore just sighed, raking his gloved hands through your hair in hopes you'd ease up, and shushing you softly.

What was this... emotion... he was feeling again? The way his stomach drooped when you began tugging on the straps of the metal bed. What was it again? When his heart stuttered at the sight of blood suddenly erupting from your mouth? When his mouth felt dry when he saw the fear in your eyes?

Ah yes, it was guilt, wasn't it?

"You're not dying," He reassured you, though it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more, pushing back the hairs that stuck on your forehead, "I'll make it up to you, so close your eyes and leave it up to me."

You've been bedridden for the past couple of days.

Recovering, but much slower than Dottore would've liked. Most of his projects have been put to a halt to focus on your well-being. If he wasn't able to, he'd make sure to assign many segments to care for you, much to his dismay.

This wasn't the first time you were hurt because of his experiments, but this one, in particular, had the worst outcome. He managed to figure it out in the end, of course. He worked tirelessly to take away all your pains, and even now, you still felt it.

But now you're back to your annoying self, taking advantage of his rare, caring nature towards you. You teased him for insisting on feeding you when you've already told him that you can eat on your own. You smirk at him for helping you walk around his lab if needed, though he'd force you to stay on your bed when you start experiencing pains again.

Deep down, Dottore really cares. So much so that he'd been ignoring his duties to the Fatui and putting his research aside just for you. You've always known this, despite his rudeness, apathetic attitude, and hot-headedness toward everyone. He even treats you differently than everyone else.

Writing on a clipboard, Dottore sat on a chair beside your bed. He had just finished checking your vitals and it was better than yesterday. He says that you'd be good as new in a few more days. While the recent experiment was an oversight, it somewhat improved you in some other ways.

Even though you like teasing Dottore and watching him get riled up, you do feel guilty for holding him back. The amount of time and care he puts into you is very endearing, seeing the occasional softer side of his, you can't help but feel like you're burdening him.

"The sooner I get better, the sooner you can get back to your research." You commented once, comfortably lying down on your bed and staring at the ceiling absentmindedly. You hear Dottore scoff from afar, putting away your medicine in a drawer. "Forget research, you kept whining about dying so I had to shut you up." His sharp remark made you chuckle, eyeing Dottore from across the room.

"Is it hard to admit that you just care about me so much, Dottie?" You teased, a shit-eating grin stretching your lips when you saw him crinkle his nose at the stupid nickname. "I saw you, you know? Stumbling around the lab looking for proper medicine."

Dottore could only shake his head, placing down the clipboard on a table and walking towards you, arms crossed. "I should've kept you on anesthetics, it was much more peaceful without your senseless yapping." That was an obvious lie, you snorted at his dishonesty, staring at him humorously.

"But of course, Childe totally didn't tell me that there was practically a storm in here whenever he managed to catch a quick glimpse of the lab. Said he's never seen so many stressed Dottores in his life." You murmur casually, smirking at the irritated doctor.

Dottore scowled at that, "How did that fiend manage to get in here?" Displeased at the fact he even got to speak to you. He'll never understand why you even get along with him. (Dottore is already there for you anyways, so why? It makes his blood boil.)

Smiling at him, you patted the space next to you. With little resistance, he sat down, close to you, and sighed. You immediately leaned against him, head on his shoulder and a hand holding his arm. If there was one thing that Dottore enjoyed; it was the closeness that you could only share with one another.

The smile you always wear on your face whenever he's close to you is always a cherry on top.

"Hey," You quietly called out to him, looking up at him and placing your chin on his shoulder. He hummed in acknowledgment, glancing at you. "If I become a god, what then?" You ask out of the blue. Dottore wanted to believe this is just one of your silly questions to test his patience, but the distant look in your eyes.

Dottore frowned at that, and you immediately defended yourself; "It's not like I want to back out with what we've already started." You began, laying your head back on his shoulder, and slid your hand down to his, picking on his gloves nervously. "Were too far deep in this, and I believe were not too far from accomplishing it... I just wonder what we'll do afterward."

He isn't much the type to think ahead of his plans. That just leads to useless overthinking. But he can't also blame you for it. After all, you agreed to be his test subject, and if he were to ever succeed, you'll become a god.

You honestly expected him to brush off that question without second thoughts and lecture you about overthinking thinking things, or say that it's a stupid question, but to your surprise, he was mulling it over, tilting his head.

"When you become a god," He emphasized, and you felt his glare behind his mask, "I'll make sure to guide you since if I leave you on your own, who knows what would happen to you?" He tried to sound annoyed, shaking his head.

You smirked, holding onto his arm tighter. "Haha, like a follower then?" You merely joked, not expecting much of a reaction from him. Perhaps a curse or a flick on your forehead. Instead, he hummed at that thought, further surprising you. "Wait, you're seriously—"

He could care less about the gods, Vision holders, and other people really, and the only thing that mattered to him other than his research was you. The one who stuck with him despite others deeming him a "monster". You treated him like how you treated everyone else. You were just like him if you continued to encourage his crude research. So he could never let you go, nor he could ever allow you to let go of him.

Perhaps his offer to make you into a god had ulterior motives. Selfish intentions. And perhaps you'd just laugh your head off once you find out.

Dottore took your hand on his, lacing his fingers with yours, and answered: "But of course, your first worshipper. I won't let anything get in the way of my god."

You were his only exception. Something to behold in the eyes of people. His creation, yes, but a creation that was worthy of his worship. His efforts. His heart.

You could only laugh at his response, the manic grin he'd grown to love grew, squeezing his hand. "Is this a lifelong proposal?"

Dottore sighed, "Think whatever you want to think," But he never denied it.

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No Country for Young Humans - Chapter 7:

Hello! As you might have noticed, this chapter took a while to come out! That will probably be a trend from now on. Currently I am on holiday and we've had a pretty severe injury within my fam so I have to spend more time dealing with that over writing.

Furthermore, I absolutely HATE my writing right now. It is dogshit. I feel very bad for serving you lovelies dogshit.

I'm feeling pretty upset with this chapter, but I felt even worse for taking so long. I think I just need some time to reset a little, but just know I'm always working away at this :)

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Words: 3465

Tags: GN Reader, No use of YN, Flirting, Teasing.

Summary: How long will this pursuit continue? And will you have the same fate as the one who perished before you?

Chapter 7 - The Ballerina: BGM: Undertale OST: Quiet Water

The clanging of metal on metal rang throughout the caverns of Waterfall. The dim blue light of the gemstoned walls around you illuminated a shadowed figure on your tail. You felt your heart beat out of your chest, already tired from the running. The ground beneath you was once a dense grass but slowly slouched into a squelchy, muddy terrain. North Star was ahead of you, coping far better on the marshy ground with his boots than you were; slipping and tripping over the difficult turf. You’d be embarrassed if it were not for the fact that his back was turned to you, darting every which way as you tried to escape the monster right behind.

Up ahead you quickly came into a clearing, surrounding each side of the turf was a wide, deep river, one that is far too deep for you to traverse yourself. The space wasn’t much different to those you had passed on your escape thus far, though the ground was littered with these large seeds; pink bulbs cradled in a silky, fine leaf. They somewhat resembled a shrivelled up Water Lily. North Star hurriedly picked up three of the strange looking seeds, rushing to the edge of one of the river,

“Get one more for me, darlin’.” He called out over to you, and you obeyed, grabbing at one of the bulbs and running over to him. He lightly placed each of them on the water, and you watched as they glided out across the timid surface; One, two, three. When the fourth one slotted into place they bloomed in an instant, revealing a stunning and vibrant fuschia interior.

You nearly panicked as North Star tread on one of the flowers, jumping out to catch him by the arm to stop him from his fall, yet he remained sturdy.

“No need to panic, deputy.” He responded as he ran across the flora path. You followed behind reluctantly, feeling the solid floor beneath your feet as your confidence settled in. The flowers were better ground than the rest of Waterfall had been so far so you welcomed the quick escape with glee.

Once you had reached the end of the path, the flowers quickly wilted, frothing at the lips of their petals before falling to the bottom of the river. You watched nervously at their death, before feeling an urgent tug at your arm.

“C’mon, we gotta keep goin’!” Star pulled you away, as you turned down a sharp corner that nearly doubled back in the direction you came. The path felt rather hidden.

Shooting down the thin path, Star turned into a minuscule clearing that was right on the edge of another river. In the centre of the small space was a bench with a lone Echoflower drooping beside it. This place seemed pretty out of the way, there was no chance that the Royal Guard could find you here!

You felt yourself sigh, slumping your shoulders and letting the tension wash away like the stream beside you. Flopping down on the bench, sinking your aching back into its weathered wood, you felt Star shuffle in beside you.

“I don’t think that whoever’s chasin’ us will be able to find us here.” He mumbled out under his breath. You could faintly hear the Echoflower right beside the bench mimic his words, though they were not nearly as precious as the real thing.

You leant your head onto his shoulder, you could get away with a move like this now. Write it off as you being too tired to keep your head up straight, rather than just wanting to feel him close to you. He reciprocates the gesture, leaning his head on top of yours.

The clanging sound of your pursuers footsteps still rang out, but they were far fainter and quite haphazard. The flower's death had covered your tracks, you were safe for now.

“It’s only gonna get worse from here, dearest.” Star grabbed for your hand, squeezing intently, “This bounty that the Royal Guard has on you, they’re hungry for their reward. You might not be able to hide with me for much longer.” The reality was as true as it was bleak, yet you couldn’t find it in your heart to waver your decision to stay with him for even a second.

“I know.” There really wasn’t any argument against it. No matter where you hid and when, your pursuers would only close in tighter and tighter. Even with North Star and Martlet on your side, you would be no match for a gathered team of fighters, nor the King of Monsters himself; Asgore.

“So, when the time comes, you’ll do what’s best for *you*, right?” You could hear the pained smile in his voice that peeled itself out in conversations like these, having become accustomed to his little quirks in emotion. What *was* right for you? To turn yourself in? Hope for mercy? To attempt an escape? Seek refuge on the surface? All were highly improbable. The most likely scenario was your own death, but that wasn’t what was best for you, was it?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your voice tugged out in breathy vowels. North Star ran a finger over your knuckles, back and forth. The gesture was rather soothing, repetitive like the rushing of the water beside you.

“When the time comes, you’ll leave and be safe on the surface.” You wanted to slap him for suggesting such a thing! But any frustration and anger that surged within you was released a mere moment after. He didn’t understand; the surface was not all that it was made out to be.

“I- I can’t guarantee anything. I could never make it to the barrier on my own.”

“You’d have me, and Martlet, the rest of the gang, and Ceroba too, I’m sure. We could help.”

“Is that really enough to see this life through, all the way to the barrier?” Certainly not. And you would never entertain such an idea if it weren’t for the fact that you could hear the pain and struggle in his tone.

He was silent, contemplative. Let his thoughts silently seep into the air around him, fog up his mind and cloud his vision. There was no way to get him out of this state, you just had to see it out.

Eventually he mumbled; “I don’t want you to leave, just don’t die on me, okay?” The hand that gripped your own shifted around your back, his hand gripping your shoulder as he hugged you to his side. “I need my best deputy to keep me in check.” He chuckled, the mood lifted.

“Hahah, of course. I’ll always be there for you.” You smiled, putting the bleak thoughts away for a while, back on the top shelf where they won’t be fiddled with.

The moment went silent, and all you could feel was the warmth of his hand on your shoulder, and the slight breeze that passed through the cavern. The stomping of your pursuer had long since ceased, the quiet room being quite the escape.

“How did you find this place anyway? It’s pretty tucked away.” You felt North Star shift beside you. It was a weirdly nice feeling, being so close to someone that you could feel their every move.

“Ah, well, Ceroba would take me here on the days when I did sales in Waterfall. She had far more freedom than I did as a kid, so she knew all the best places.” Thank goodness she did, or you might’ve been skewered back there. Though, you did feel the painful pang of jealousy, which could puncture quite a bit deeper than a sword in the right circumstances. Unluckily for you, this moment was bred for envy.

You had heard quite early on in your stay at the Wild East of Ceroba and North Star’s past together, as well as the feelings the two once shared for one another. It felt stupid to cling onto the thought, since it was apparently only a childhood crush, a remnant of the past. Though Mooch had approached you one day with cunning glee and gossiped to you about their more recent escapades; how Star had locked himself in his room for days after finding out about Ceroba’s engagement to a husband you had failed to meet thus far. Perhaps they were a quiet family, and perhaps North Star wasn’t as over Ceroba as the others may say.

After your realisation with Gerson, Star’s opinion on other’s mattered far more to you than before- If he did still have feelings for Ceroba- well, you were nothing like her!

“You okay, sweets?” Star asked, his breath warm as he spoke so close to you. He had shifted his head slightly to look down at you, where your expression had seemingly soured.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s nothin’.” You looked away and felt him lift his head off of yours, the loss of his presence was emptying, though his hand still grasped your arm, and that was more than enough to keep your heart beating.

“What were you and that shopkeep talkin’ about back there?” Oh, the question finally arrives-

“N-not much. Just some History of the war… Some stuff about humans and monsters, what they were like *before* the war.”

“Well what’d he say?”

“That the relationship between Humans and Monsters soured before the war.”

“I coulda told ya that! Why didn’t you just ask me?”

“Well, he told me some other stuff-” Was it really safe to continue this conversation any further?

“What kinda stuff?” You felt your face grow hot, a telling sign, but Star failed to read into your fluster.

“Uh, the dynamics between Humans and Monsters. How they interacted, how they treated each other.” Your tongue fiddled for the right words, sieving through synonyms and phrases to help piece together a less incriminating but all around truthful recount of your conversation with Gerson.

“So? What did he say? You seemed pretty interested in all that.” It was cute how invested he was in this; leaning forward, his other hand balled into a fist in his lap. He seemed eager to hear what you had to say.

“Well, apparently Humans and Monsters coexisted pretty well before the war. No power imbalances within the society or anything!” He nodded in response, holding his chin in his thumb and forefinger.

“How well did they get along?” He raised an eyebrow at you, “Did they…” He made some obscene gesture with his hands, and you were hit with the sheepish sense of Deja Vu. You two were so alike in some ways-

“Yeah, yeah they did.” You responded with a small chuckle, hoping the light sound would hide the obvious fluster that had overcome the two of you. “Gerson said humans weren’t his type though.” You added, hoping to play into the absurd nature of the moment.

“Can’t see where he’s coming from personally.” North Star responded with a chuckle, he was so cute like this-

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” You inquired, revelling in the comfort of the thick tension as it hugged around your shoulders.

“Humans are quite the pretty things, wouldn’t you agree?” He turned to look at you, you felt your whole body go warm. You looked away from him, embarrassed. He had cracked you once again!

“I’ve found monsters prettier than most humans.” You fired back, trying to shave off the embarrassment with your sharp words. You turned back to him, reciprocating the knowing look.

“Ah, to each their own. If this is your way of telling me you have a thing for monsters, then more power to ya.” You scoffed with a smile, punching him in the shoulder. He knew damn well what you were trying to say, but he just had to be difficult didn’t he?

A small tussle broke out between you two, playful punches and slaps. The whole thing was quite childish, but so was he in a way. This whole game of Cowboy was just an elaborate game of pretend that you devolved yourself into with glee. After pinning him down on the base of the bench, you felt the playful energy quickly dissipate. He looked up at you from under the brim of his hat.

“See. Pretty as ever.” He smiled. It was weirdly genuine, lacking the cunning and mischievous nature his smiles held in times like these.

“Oh shut it-” You responded, shifting off of him. Not today. You couldn’t tell him today- Today was too soon. Tomorrow would be too soon.

When would it be the right time?

“Let’s get going, I think we’ll be safe to leave this spot now.” You spoke out, and his expression faltered,

“Aw, I like it here.” He shifted up off of the bench, readjusting his hat. Something he was quite adamant about. “Fightin’ you is nearly as fun as it is fightin’ *with* you.” He got up off of the bench and joined you by your side. “But, it’s probably time to go. I’m missin’ home already!”

You started off, gathering a couple more bulbs here and there to retread the floral path you had previously created.

“I’m missing it too.” You uttered out, lying the bulbs on the water as they drifted into place.

“Home?” The bulbs bloomed, the two of you walked carefully to the other side, back into the dead end which was now empty.

“Yeah.” The flowers faded behind you as you retread your steps.

“Is The Wild East home for you?” You could hear his excitement, his giddy smile. You turned to see it for yourself, such a pure sight. His shoulders were up by his ears and it was clear that he struggled to stop from clasping his hands together with delight. He was always one to perform such a confident demeanour, full of flirting and brash decisions lined with reckless abandon. But sometimes he’d let the mask slip.

“It is now.” You said with a smile as the terrain around you became familiar once more. It was as true a statement as any. In the Wild East you had a bed, food, water. It was the one place you could go and not get jumped by a barrage of monsters looking to get their hands on your soul. All because Star gave you those things, you could feel safe.

You reached the end of one of the rooms in Waterfall, but before you could descend within a caverned path, Star tugged you out of the way.

“Shh, I hear someone coming.” He pushed you behind some tall grass which in all honesty did little to hide you, but it was better than nothing. Peeking through the blades of grass, you tried to see a little more of the cavern's entrance. Eventually someone came running out, tripping and clamouring into your hiding spot.

“Ow! Omigod. I’m so sorry!” The person frantically spoke, their head darting back and forth in a daze. You could recognise that tone anywhere, but the blue feathers in front of you also gave her away.

“Martlet!” You shot up from where she had tumbled into you, and as you managed your way up from the floor, you reached your hand out to pull her up. She was surprisingly heavy, for such a light and cheerful person.

“Oh! Just the person I was looking for!” Her feathered arms grabbed you by the shoulders as she shifted on her feet. She was the sort of person who was happy at everything. She turned around to see North Star close behind, a little startled at her sudden presence; “Good, you’re both okay it seems!” She spoke out.

“O’course we are. This place has nothin’ on the dangers of the Wild East.” Star responded. Martlet chuckled to herself, always entertained.

“Well, I have good news. It seems the Royal Guard have ceased their search today because of an urgent call in Hotland. Somebody’s broken into the Royal Scientists belongings. Apparently it’s a big deal.” She said all with a bored expression. The ordeal sounded rather intriguing, but to Martlet, *being* the scientist probably sounded far more fun than helping them.

“Does that mean you should be there now?” You responded, and her expression went blank.

“Uh. Well…” She flustered, “Yeah- okay. Maybe I *should* be going. But I had to tell you it was safe now.” She waved her wing back and forth, shaking off her own anxiousness.

“Well, thank you for that. I would’ve been dead otherwise, I’m sure.” You smiled at her, having not seen her face in quite a while. It was sad it had to be under such circumstances.

“No problem! It’s just what friends do. But I have to go be a Royal Guard now so I gotta go!” She turned to go back through the cavern from where she had just emerged. You bid her farewell and then just like that; she was gone.

Following her trail, the two of you headed back out through the cavern, though it seems Martlet must have taken another route for she was nowhere ahead of you.

“Thank goodness that’s over.” You ran a hand across the cavern's walls as you walked. They were thick with grass and moss that clung to the rocky walls.

“Now all we have to do is get out of here, then we can get back to business.” North Star spoke out. “Business” usually meant gallivanting around with the rest of the Feisty Five, so you were happy to go about it.

Retreading the old territory of Waterfall didn’t make the sights any less stunning. The fact that such a place both so dark and vibrant could exist was astonishing. The underground was obviously a magical place, but the sight of bright waters and an abyss of grass was simply enchanting.

“You seem to be quite fond of this place, hm?” You heard Star ask from behind as you wandered about one of the rooms,

“This place is gorgeous, and maybe I’m getting sick of the sand.” You quickly added, “Not to say I don’t like the Dunes, of course.” You heard him laugh behind you, light and full of joy. That’s what was nice about him, he wasn’t a heavy sort of person whose words carried so much weight that you couldn’t help but slow your life's pace just to keep up with them.

“Of course, of course. I’ll admit I find it quite pretty here, quite the looker in comparison to the Dunes, that’s for sure.” He caught up to you, meeting your pace.

The grass only got darker and darker, with only the blue light of the mushrooms to keep the path ahead of you visible. It was getting harder to see where you were about to step, though, something off stuck out amongst the dark grass, warm in hue about 5 metres away.

“What’s that?” You pointed out at the object, which stuck out like a sore thumb now that you had spotted it.

“Not sure, we can check it out though.” But you were already off before he finished his sentence. Getting closer, you could see that the item was pink, pleated. Ah! It was a childs Tutu! Leaning down to touch it, you felt the textured tulle fabric between your fingers. It was a strange sight, old and worn and covered in dust. On the hem, however, was an evident blood stain, bright red yet dry and faded.

You felt Star come up behind you as you both stared down at the garment. Monsters didn’t bleed, so whose blood was this?

He tensed up beside you. The answer was obvious.

“Do you know something about this?” You felt the words slip out, feeling like an idiot. The way he looked down ati t, the way he held himself now, looked like he was propped up on a wooden beam, holding him out at an uncomfortable angle. It was clear he did not want to speak on the matter, yet the question had fallen through your lips before you realised.

“I-” He bit his lip, “I think we should go.” He turned to leave, not saying much more.

For his sake, you didn’t prod any further. Perhaps someone else would spill the story instead. Though the thought hung heavy in your mind. That human, that *child* saw a fate that would be similar to your own. But they were so much younger. So much more *innocent*.

You wiped the dust off of your fingers as you left.

***

“Okay, I’ve made it. What’s the problem?”

“Dr. Alphys says some of the serum has been taken. Along with some other medical equipment.”

“Ah, that sure is worrying. What could anyone want with items like that.”

“Can’t be anything good.”

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