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voidify333 · 4 months

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20 Questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @almarnatiaam- thanks!

1. How many works do you have on A03?

2. What's your total A03 word count?

133,211

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Ace Attorney these days.

I've also written for Les Mis and Good Omens; Les Mis makes up most of my works at 20 (though 4 of those aren't really fics, they're fanart pieces I posted to ao3 for sewerexchange).

And there's a couple random fics that aren't any of these: The Temptation Of Immediate Relief is a Pride & Prejudice missing scene fic that I wrote for high school english class and posted a polished version after graduation, and All Alone is a short War & Peace fic expanding the character of Anatole's wife who's entirely just a plot device with no character in canon (elephant in the room: the name I chose for her was retroactively made weird by my later fandom journeys by being cognate to the name of a completely different character, but like, whatever). I still think both of these are pretty good

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Wilson & Sons (Good Omens outsider POV fic about Aziraphale's barber, a family business that he's been going to since the 1700s), at 1861 kudos

You're Better Off Without Him (Good Omens outsider POV about the guy in episode 4 who says that line), at 763 kudos

perfectly statue-still (Ace Attorney 3+1 fic about elevators being a trigger for Miles, angst with a happy ending), at 433 kudos

driving back in style (in my saloon will do quite nicely) (Good Omens fic, silly cute little A/C getting together scenario), at 303 kudos

naughty list (Ace Attorney fic; angst with a happy ending; the premise is that Gregory didn't get to tell Miles that Santa wasn't real so when the von karma household didn't do santa Miles thought he was on the naughty list for a solid 4 years. If you haven't read it, ho ho ho 'tis the season to read it now), at 241 kudos

Yeah, my good omens stuff is never being unseated from the top of my leaderboard unless I end up getting into an even bigger fandom at some point in the future

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, because comments absolutely give me life and I need a constant stream of them, but unfortunately I don't get around to it often enough

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Absolute angstiest out of my published works is probably my very first ao3 fic, not quite nowhere to turn. Valjean sees Javert die and is too late to do anything. The fic is very flawed in that I was 15 and had not learned how to do subtlety, I can't look at it now, but I was a hyperlexic kid with A's in English so I think it's still better than what most people were writing as teens

Second answer is merry christmas., my most recent fic (if you haven't read it yet, HO HO HO TIS THE SEASON), it's Miles' POV for the first bit of Turnabout Goodbyes, it ends on a note of hopelessness that he's doomed to be convicted, but it only debatably counts since anyone who's played the games knows that the turnabout is coming

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my stuff has pretty happy endings, that's just my sensiility as a writer-- even "not quite nowhere to turn" has an afterlife reunion scene-- so I'm not sure what to say here.

There's some fics where the conflict was trivial in the first place (comedy and crack stuff), there's some fics where I feel in hindsight that the ending was a copout and that a rockier path to happiness would have been more interesting if I had mustered the strength to write it (When Tomorrow Comes is the primary example tbh), and there's some where it feels earned (the fics in this category include the ones I like the most)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've thankfully never gotten hate on AO3 that I can recall

9. Do you write smut?

Yes I do, but none of it is up on my ao3 account at this time. I have a ton in my google docs though...

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've written a couple. Both of them, funnily enough, of the format "javert meets one of my other blorbos and they recognise what they have in common"

In "and if you fall" (honestly the point of the title would have landed better if I did the full lyric "and if you fall (as lucifer fell)" but at the time that felt too corny), Crowley happens to be in the right place at the right time to talk Javert down from jumping (context: within GO book canon Crowley was asleep for the 19th century except for getting up in 1832 for a loo break)

In "The Choice Of Death" Miles Edgeworth meets Javert's ghost (AA ghost lore notwithstanding) one liminal night during his year away

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

On a tangent though, bc there's no question directly relevant to share this info, I HAVE gotten fanart for a fic before: this amazing fanart by @maym0rin for chapter 2 of "perfectly statue-still" (she gave me permission to crosspost it on tumblr bc she didn't have tumblr at the time but she later got tumblr when the twitter ship started sinking). There is nothing more flattering as an author than getting fanart, I hope this first time isn't the last time

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, I helped with @almarnatiaam's fic A King's Heart and got a co-writer credit.

And outside of cowriting on the level of be listed as cowriter on ao3, my friend who doesn't have tumblr (it's tsl for all the mtnr server friends reading this) and I have been collaborating and bouncing ideas on each other's fics for... wow, it's been over a year now!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Honestly it would have to be Valvert because it got to me at a formative time and has shaped the kinds of ships I like for life

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

What do you mean "the" wip????

I have two dead fics and counting (one for les mis, one for good omens), and that's just the ones where I posted the initial content before realising it's too intimidating to finish. There's so many more in my docs; my friends know about some of them

16. What are your writing strengths?

Here are some that I have no problem bragging about, I reread my own fics often and smile at the moments where I did a banger line

Character voice (especially when the characters are my blorbos)

Using fancy vocabulary with precision in the prose to achieve effect (a skill born from trying to copy the vibes of victor hugo)

Witty prose humour (a skill born from trying to copy the vibes of pratchett & gaiman)

Prose from the POV of someone in a fucked up state- someone in a dark place emotionally, or someone whose motivations are fundamentally misguided or outright malicious. This is THE most fun shit to write for me

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Committing to long term character pain and tragic character conflict when it's not pulled/extrapolated directly from canon. I have many times read a fic where the author puts blorbo through the ringer and thought "damn if only I wasn't such a fucking coward and could write stuff like this". I've become less of a coward over the years and now enjoy

Writing anything long without a detailed plan for the entire thing

The need to use words with precision and write perfectly in character is as much a weakness as a strength. I am not a "write a whole first draft then edit" person I am a "dot points for the bits I don't have perfect words for" person and this sometimes causes issues where I assume I'll figure out how to get from A to B later but then it turns out to not make sense to get from A to B

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have 4 years of Duolingo French and have used this occasionally for my Les Mis works. The way I think of my Les Mis works is that the characters are all speaking French behind the fourth wall but the fourth wall translates for us, so I avoid puns that only work in English except on a couple super cracky occasions.

For Inspector Javert Chooses Death (a fic with the premise "AU where instead of dying Javert fakes his death like Edgeworth and goes to england and unrepresses his homosexuality") I was originally planning to write the whole letter near the end of the fic in french and put the translation in footnote but my beta reader got confused so I scrapped that and had the prose paraphrase most of the letter and only included one French sentence

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First fandom I published fic on ao3 for was Les Mis. First fandom I published fic anywhere online for was Animorphs (when I was 12 I published a weird dark comedy fic to FFN which was a 5+1 or similar format of Visser Three executing people for slighting him by morphing into huge creatures and eating them. Then people on animorphsforum.com told me the fic was bad so I lost all confidence and didn't write fic again for years)

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Right now it's between my two most recent AA solo fics: merry christmas. (already explained; 1-4 fic) and the perfect weapon (Manfred POV throughout his revenge plot, SUPER fun to write all that villain pov, grew from the premise "he had to have known about the nightmare to plan all that")

My best Les Mis fic is but i have seen the same (i know the shame in your defeat); it explores my favourite parallel with a cool alternating scene format and I actually still like the writing and characterisation even all these years later which is a rare honour for one of my high school Les Mis fics

Tagging: @squadron-of-damned @kaleran @samioli @ashkazora @azalawa-scroggs

#ace attorney #les mis #valvert #narumitsu #good omens #fanfic

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civil-corps-wife · 6 months

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1.0 spoilery stream of consciousness

Because I made a blog specifically for my random thoughts and opinions about My Time At games.

Why is the download speed 1MB/s? Why are you like this, internet old buddy old pal? It's also patching which is a bit faster but still additional time

There's taking a walk just like in Portia, I already love it. Even your spouse kinda leaving you in the middle of nowhere is accurate!

People come to your house to hang out! The first one ever was Owen. Sorry pal, gotta run and uncover new romantic possibilities

I kinda regret not going past the last update's mission spam on most of my saves, now I have to see the same cutscenes five times. I also keep walking into the Ninja Sword conversation trigger

Five people showed at my door. My Portia strat was to always hang out with Albert and without him, I don't quite know who to choose

Okay, I went through other guys looking for new content, now let's get down to business and let me adopt Andy

Logan and Andy are conniving. Is it gonna be The Brightest Star all over again?

OH NO, WILSON--

I love Burgess. He just when from total meltdown to absolute happiness in like ten seconds. I mean, look at him, how can you not love him?

I kinda wished for more poses, especially romance ones like in Portia. What do you mean my husband can't hold me?

I really love Burgess.

They've added a kiss on the cheek, it is so sweet

Ooh, the Rogue Knight topic arises!

"Have you ever been so mad you threw a school?"

They're referencing our fandom again, this time how mad some people got at Deputy Captain!

Well, I don't think Captain is the best deputy anymore

Unsuur's name didn't change to "Deputy Unsuur" and this is outrageous.

I saw a bunny at the Bend!

Jasmine and Andy helping Logan propose to the builder is my new favorite thing about the game

You can adopt Andy now. He counts as a literal, official child that will call you his parent. It's too much. I love this game.

You can make NPCs wear recolored outfits!?

My builder and Logan got married on Andy's birthday and I think it's perfect

My perfect wedding with Logan got spoiled by Unsuur saying that he loves me. I mean I love you too man, but this is exactly why I have six saves!

I just learned that DLCs dropped. Here goes my money!

I GOT A LETTER FROM MY DEAR, SWEET, FAVORITE HIGGINS! He wants to be my friend. My Sandrock life is complete now. There isn't another character I love quite as much as I love Higgins.

I love how I'm supposed to be a fair judge for the school project and yet it's obvious I'll vote for my son Andy. He doesn't need to try, he's the best anyways

You can go on play dates as a family! And I am still amazed that Andy works like your builder's own child so you can take him too! What am I saying, he IS the builder's own child now! I don't think there's a feature I love more.

Speaking of DLC, since I named the Meerkat after my favorite character, Higgins, I thought I'd name the Gecko after my another favorite, Albert. They also, uh, have similar eyes. For better or worse.

Also, for some reason the Gecko has Dan-bi and Rian in its relationships marked as family? Is it their child?

New Pablo's lines sound so good. Remember when he used to have a very attidute-y voice but people complained and they changed it to a harsher one? Well, he sounds softer again and I love it!

Pablo's designs are literally DLC clothes so him asking if I would pay for such clothes... uh-oh...

Alice from Portia got mentioned!

Rian sending a letter that his daughter was born warms my heart

And on top of this amazingness, Fang will treat Ginger!

Ginger and Gust are about to arrive and I might just faint. It's like falling for Gust all over again

Ooh, they made Ginger so pretty! Not that she wasn't before but she's even more now!

Gust doesn't look as salty as he used to which is a pity

Oh, also apparently Gust has the same VA as in Portia. This might be the end of my builders' faithfulness to their husbands

Fang and Gust interacting feels so surreal. They're so similar and yet so different

Gust is so darn mean. I'm into this.

I don't really like how he's treating Fang but I'm still biased. Gonna look the other way I suppose

Ooh, they made Justice interact with Gust! Two of my absolute favorite husbands talking is just the best thing that happened

What's the deal with my Portia husbands narrowly escaping death in Sandrock?

There are so many name drops! Dr Xu, Russo, Mars and Carol, Alice. I can technically play Portia and see them any time but it still hits hard

I got a Papa Bear shirt!

The fact that Ginger being healthy again is canon takes the cake today

#my time at sandrock #mtas

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absolutebl · 2 years

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This Week in BL - I have thoughts on voice overs

Aug 2022 Wk 4

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Eclipse (Fri YT) Ep 3 of 15 - The splinter thing was cute. I liked that they used it to show that Aye is a capable boy, and I enjoy that quality in a character. The disciplining of the 3 queer boys plot is giving me So Much in Love vibes. I’m a little confused by the friendship between Thua and Aye, did that come out of nowhere or is it just me?

Vice Versa (Sat on YT) Ep 7 of 12 - It’s been interesting to watch Sea come into his own with this show, since at first Jimmy takes up all the air in the proverbial cinematic room. But Sea is good, subtle. Do I feel a little manipulated by the external conflict? Yes. And I still think Jimmy‘s character’s motivation is suspect. In other news, it should not be as weird as it was to watch someone eat carbonara Thai style, but it totally fucked with my head.

21 Days Theory (Sun YT ) Ep 3 of 4 - They are all so cute. The side noona romance, even the side Cyrano romance. I’m deeply grateful they ff the singing trope for me! OMG its so ADORABLE when X&Q switch to using X and Q. Eeeee!!!!!!! Q is so nervous and pleased about it. I love this show so much. The representation of an elder gay advisor, teaching about proper communication and warning of damaging romance tropes, PLUS language play and high school? Everything about this show is in my wheelhouse.

My Only 12% (Fri iQIYI) Ep 3 of 15 - Well if anybody can advise a lonely confused gay boy in high school, I suppose it’s Fuse Kung. This one is moving along swimmingly, it’s complex, nuanced, and very well done for essentially a simple premise from Thailand. It’s not a pulp, but it’s not high production either. In style it’s more in the vein of UWMA than anything I’ve seen out of Wabi Sabi in a LONG time. Thumbs up.

Love Mechanics (Sun WeTV) Ep 10fin - I really loved the class conflict with these two, and what it says about the characters in their families. Honestly THIS could’ve been the plot for this whole drama. It would’ve been so much better if it had dwelled in this space of family drama, rather than the chaotic messy bi-slut cheating space. And guess that’s it. That’s the end. Sigh. In the end I went with 6/10, I compare this to My Gear and Your Gown (a classic 6/10), and find it’s about the same. Yes YinWar are great, and they were great in this, but the story was not good, and not improved by being given more time to hang itself. I like the shorter En of Love version better (yes I think they can and should be compared) and I’m was left simply hoping YinWar get more better work in the future.

Coffee Melody (Mon Viki) Ep 6 of 10 - Pleng & Yi are good communicators (now) but this show is kind of boringly slow. Jean is a KILLER flirt. Like the best, really. Yi should have taken lessons.

Unforgotten Night (Weds on GaGa) Ep 10 of 12 - I got drunk this time in order to make it through. Good thing too, I I NEEDED to be drunk. Because they threw a random threesome and a highly worrying and unstable kink in the shower sequence at me. It’s such a terrible show. TRASH WATCH HERE! I’m gonna start moving this to Thursdays and watching back-to-back with LITA for alcohol consumption reasons.

Love in the Air (Thurs iQIYI) Ep 2 of 13 - there was a spanking, so that’s something, I guess? DUMPSTER FIRE TRAH WATCH ALONG HERE.

Check Out (Sat IQIYI) Ep 12fin - hadn’t dropped yet for some reason and I could not care less.

Work from Heart (Thurs WeTV? YouTube?) from DV8 an office BL featuring lots of other couples. Stars Love With Benefits pairing Gameplay & Folk. It isn’t even listed on WeTV streaming in my territory, but it is airing to WeTV Thailand. Probubly still hunting for distribution.

What If (Mon WeTV) Is on WeTV but for VIP only (pay wall). Neighbors who grew up together and have special feelings for each other but keep it to themselves. And then... university. My FairygodBLer has provided, so I’ll be reporting in on what I can get starting next week. I must rewatch WBL2 first tho. Priorities!

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Minato’s Laundromat (Japan Weds GaGa) Ep 9 of 12 - The mystery behind Asuka and Shuu is finally explained, and as @heretherebedork points out, is being used as a foil for the main romance thread. Also, the director did this transition around which character is being filmed standing in doorways and on thresholds (from Shin to Minato) that was SO CLEVER I kinda lost my whole tiny mind for a while. I ended up doing an unexpectedly deep dive into this filming trick as a narrative technique on the SQUEE WATCH ALONG . And yes, I think it’s possible this came directly from the manga, the manga seems very very SMART.

Takara-kun and Amagi-kun (Japan Thurs GaGa & Viki) 2 of 8 - I can’t believe we are getting BOTH these from Japan right now. Japan, and I say this in all seriousness, we do not deserve you. These two are so shy and awkward and cute, and it’s so high school it’s almost unbearable. But I really enjoy the way burgeoning desire works with high school characters better than in any of the other setting Japan might choose. I gnaw on my knuckles and squeal a lot with this show. The handholding is so adorable. Also Amagi is so awkwardly jerky and angular in a way that doesn’t seem overblown like it did in Kieta Hatsukoi. Clever shooting on the erotic dream sequence too. I see what you did there, Japan. Amagi’s fears are all the fears of first love (and not just queer love, anyone’s first). I really like that. Also I really love the internal dialogue that’s happening around communication. Because part of first love should be learning how to talk to each other and communicate. The way Takara communicates is so good and so important to the genre I did a whole post about it.

Papa & Daddy 2 (Mon GaGa) Ep 4 of 8 - Taiwan handles a love triangle so differently, especially with mature characters. It’s actually kind of beautiful to watch them explore ideas around infidelity, affection, lost love, and rediscovery. Also I love the gay sibling couples sharing tips on how to manage kids and parents.

Want to See You (Vietnam YT) Ep 13 of 14 - I definitely like it better after the time jump. But I still feel jerked around by the uke’s behavior and decisions. Golden rule of BL: he’s never asleep.

In Case You Missed It

Viki has picked up old fan favorite Ossan’s Love 1 & 2 (the original Japanese version) which I don’t like very much.

Viki also got Korea’s Love Class, which I enjoyed. review here.

Japan is airing キスkissキス AKA Kiss X Kiss X Kiss Perfect Scandal starring Ryuga Akahane and On Nakano, on dTV. Depicts an “extremely risque yet beautiful forbidden love between the two idols, A and B, who were in the same idol group. The fans knew that they were good friends. However, the real relationship between them is... lovers.” WHY IS THIS NOT IN FORNT OF MY EYEBALLS RIGHT NOW? (It’s poorly rated so I am assuming sadness.) I am not alone the comment thread of people trying to get ahold of this is insane, seriously Korea why are you sleeping on this idea?

The OnlyOneOf BL universe crossover continues with part 3. Oh Kpop.

Gossip

Oh My Assistant is going for the reshoot option. Fascinating. Honestly this says a lot about the KBL industry that it’s so cheap to produce, it’s easier just to redo the whole thing when you’ve the option on a popular manwha. Original info on why I thought this one was DOA. I’m delighted to be proved wrong but remain nervous over the fact that this is Korean doing high heat.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting this week: About Youth turns out to be uni set, not high school (this is my sad face). Still I’m looking forward to new BL from Taiwan and it’ll be on GaGa starting Monday.

Ending: Check Out, Want to See You.

MIP (missing in production): Ghost Host, Ghost House.

Coming September 2022 we hope:

9/14 Once Again (Korea) Viki we think. From Moving Picture studio & Idol Romance (Wish You, Ryu's Wedding, Tasty Florida, Tinted With You, and Kissable Lips - also forthcoming Happy Ending Outside The Fence and The Circumstances of Pungdeok Villa Room 304) Stars actors (no idols) Moon Ji Young (also star in an upcoming BL The New Employee), Lee Hyuk Jun, and Kang Woo Jung. time-slip fantasy BL

9/16: More Than Words (Japan) Amazon Prime Video JP adaptation of Etsuko’s two mangas In The Apartment and More Than Words, starring Ryōko Fujino (Fujoshi, Ukkari Gei ni Kokuru), Yuzu Aoki (Kakafukaka), Daisuke Nakagawa (Colorful Love), and Daiki Kanechika (EXIT).

9/26 Ai Long Nhai (Thai) no international distribution as yet.

Coming September 2022 we hope:

Fahlanruk (Thai) WeTV

Comfort the Boy (Korea) - got an R15+ rating for topic & vulgarity, stars idols Jaehan & Yechan BOTH from Kpop group OMEGA X.

Happy Ending Outside the Fence (Korea ) Star Leo of VIXX.

SELF the series (Thai)

This week’s best moments?

Advising elder gay REPRESENT!!! (21 Days Theory)

Communication represent! (21 Days Theory)

This should have been what this series was about (Love Mechanics). Or they could have wrapped the fathers reservations up with Vee’s miss behavior making for a more complex family dynamic because Mark’s dad would have been partly justified.

Consider I recently did a post all about comparable Asian honorifics including how nong is (and is not) like Japanese -kun, this was very fun to see pop up on my screen. Thank you Love Mechanics.

I love this friendship group. (The Eclipse)

Such a little shit. (The Eclipse)

Honestly? Takara & Amagi hit it out of the park this week, I have a bunch of shots from it because ep 2 was SO GOOD.

(I’m not gonna tell you want’s happening in this shot, you gotta watch it. SO GOOD.)

(last week)

current earworm? Jang Woo Hyuk’s Echo

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legolasghosty · 6 months

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Wildlife rescue au?

Now that I have dealt with the zombie au stream, I can do the last couple of these! Hehehee!

Okay I'ma put them in a small town in the middle of nowhere, the gang runs a vet clinic and wildlife rescue center. They do some work taking care of the pets and farm animals of the town, but a lot of it is following up tips about wounded wildlife.

Julie and Alex are the main veterinarians. Most of their time is spent in the clinic, working with whatever injured animals get brought in. They do sometimes make house calls or go out on tip checks if the situation seems serious thought. Alex mainly specializes in small animals and domestic ones, with a keen affinity for taking care of birds. Julie's forte is the bigger animals, lots of deer and foxes and the occasional wildcat or wolf.

Willie and Reggie are the main ones who go out to follow up on tips. Luke sometimes joins them as the driver, but mostly it's the two of them. Willie is basically an animal EMT, cause he has most of the same training that Julie and Alex have, but hates being cooped up in the clinic. Reggie is both a really good off-road driver and is a lot more perceptive than people assume. He'll usually notice smaller injuries even before Willie does, and is much more likely to realize if an attacking animal is still lurking or if something else about the situation seems off. They make a great team!

Luke is the driver and delivery person mainly. He's always moving back and forth between their home and the nearest larger towns to get supplies and pick up mail and packages. He's also surprisingly good with dogs, who would have thought? Julie enlists him to take their pup patients out for walks and stuff all the time.

Flynn handles most of the business/paperwork stuff. They have a state government contract, and it's not a for-profit business, so it's a lot of papers, grant reporting, and general office stuff. She frigging thrives on it. She also very much enjoys being able to threaten the guys with not signing their paychecks when they annoy her.

Ray and Carlos live in the next larger town over and visit whenever they can. Ray usually brings his camera and helps Flynn out with keeping their website up to date. Carlos is adored by all the local kids cause he'll come guest coach for the school baseball teams when he's in town. I mean, who's gonna say no to some help from a AA professional? A couple of AAA teams have an eye on him though, he's hoping to move up soon. MLB, here he comes!

The whole gang has a big, rambley farmhouse near the clinic. It has character. Or at least that's what Reggie and Julie claim. Alex is more likely to call it busted, but whatever. Luke and Reggie are the main repair people of the house, but everyone chips in on the bigger remodel projects. Currently they're working on adding a big bay window to the living room.

Ack why do I talk so much?! Sorry this was probably more random stuff than you wanted, but... yeah that's what you get for asking me things I guess? Hope you liked it!

(Send me an AU and I'll give you 5+ headcanons about it!)

#legolas tag #legolas answers asks #julie and the phantoms #and like if y'all wanna send more aus... know you are welcome to!#these ones are so fun!#or if you just want more info about something I said in a previous one #the ask box is open for a reason!

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rune-writes · 9 months

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How Namedays Went

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Word count: 1762

Rating: M

Summary: Namedays were never big in Hrodger's life. Now he's about to find how a chance encounter would change it.

Note: birthday present for my friend @trarioven! fic been sitting on my gdrive for a month now, decided i should just post it. rated M for use of f word. story is mild

Read on AO3.

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Namedays were never big in Hrodger’s life.

His orphanage never celebrated it. They never celebrated anyone’s, for that matter. But some days, the Cook would bake a batch of cookies and said it was so-and-so’s nameday. Hrodger got one. He'd asked why it was his nameday and the Cook said it was the day he joined them. Not the day he was born, he would later realize, because no one really knew when he was born. They just found him by the river one day with a picture book bearing the name Hrodger. So that's what they called him: Hrodger River.

The first time he truly celebrated it was after he started spending time with a viera. A man with fair skin and leporine ears and long light-blond hair he tied to the side. Weird ears, he’d said, to which the man only smiled though Hrodger could sense he was testing the man’s patience.

“Have you never seen a viera before?”

“No.”

They met after Hrodger had a fight with the other kids. He’d only wanted to say the well was dangerous, but then they’d started screaming at him and calling him names, so he’d called them names too, and they’d ended up locked in a fistfight across the ground. The caretaker had barely managed to split them apart, and for some reason, she’d taken their side instead of his, when he had been the one who’d been trying to stop them from doing something stupid, such as going down the ancient, isolated well in the woods.

“That’s not good,” the viera said. “You shouldn’t call people ‘stupid’ when you want to help them. No wonder they were offended.”

Hrodger glared at him. “What do you fucking know, stupid?”

The viera’s smile turned tense. “How old are you?”

“I don’t know. Nine?”

“Lay off the F word then.”

“F word?” Hrodger paused. “Fuck? Everyone says it all the time.”

A vein bulged on the viera’s temple. “Listen…” He started saying something else, but Hrodger had already shut his ears by then. Who was this man anyway? He had come from nowhere while Hrodger was examining the way ants crawled up a log in a single file. He had been given a time out, with no lunch, until he realized what he’d done wrong and apologized. But he hadn’t done anything wrong, and now this stranger was talking his ears off.

Stupid.

“Hey!” the man called when Hrodger moved to the other side of the log, then, finding ant-watching boring, walked to the stream. It was shallow—the water only coming up to his shins—but sometimes, he would see schools of fish swimming within. He grabbed a random stick from the ground, then crouched on the bank, his own grimy face reflected back at him on the water. He found no fish there, just a few frogs, and maybe a slug. He drew shapes in the water with his stick.

The viera followed from behind.

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Hrodger.”

“Hrod—”

Hrodger glanced up, found the man stricken—his eyes had gotten wide. He tilted his head to the side, but any curiosity he’d felt soon melted away, and he was back drawing shapes in the water. The viera’s stare burned his back like the sun, hot and searing, and it made him uncomfortable. When would he leave?! Didn’t he have business to attend to or family to return to? Or maybe he had neither and was there to pass the time.

By picking on a nine-year-old.

Great way to pass the time.

“Hrod—Hrodger, was it?” the viera tried. “You…don’t have any family? Parents?”

“What does it look like, stupid?” He liked calling him stupid. Only stupid people asked stupid questions.

“Let me try that again,” the viera muttered, then cleared his throat. “Where were you born? Have you been anywhere else?”

“I don’t have any fucking idea now, do I?”

“If you could just stop saying fuck and stupid every fucking minute—”

“I’m outta here.”

He stood, then tossed his stick into the water. He didn’t have anywhere to go, but he’d go anywhere if it meant this rabbit person would stop following him and pestering him about stupid questions. Did he know who his parents were? He wished he did, if only to ask why in fuck’s name they had thrown him away into this fucking hellhole.

In his irritation and hurry to get away, Hrodger hadn’t realized he’d stepped farther into the woods than he was supposed to. The pressing aura caught his senses first, followed by a shift in the wind. When Hrodger looked up, he found the trees were thicker, taller, their foliage so dense that sunlight barely came through. And then eyes froze him in place, zeroing in on him from all the direction.

Now here was a thing people not native to the Twelveswood often forgot after the Calamity fell: the elementals of the Shroud had been a force beyond reckoning. In a single swath, they could level mountains and raise tsunamis. Earth had cracked under their command and walls of rock had risen and swallowed civilizations whole. That’s what had happened during the previous Calamity—or so he had heard from the hearer who often came to pass on the elementals’ words to the caretaker. Some fifteen hundred years had passed, and while Gridania had flourished under its boughs, the elementals remained the sole ruler of the Black Shroud.

Now whispers reached him from all sides. Hrodger refused to move. One wrong step, and he’d find his arm chopped off if not his head. That was what the hearer had said. He wondered how much of it was true.

But then a twig snapped, and he whipped his head around to find the viera ducking beneath a dangling vine.

“Hrodger, where are y—”

Before he could finish, a thunderous boom roared from above. A branch had split, breaking and snapping and falling right over the viera at the same time a vine from the neighboring tree lashed at his leg. Hrodger shoved the viera aside just in time before the huge log crashed on where they’d just been.

The viera wheezed, wide-eyed. “That would’ve cracked a skull,” he murmured.

And so were the rocks that were pelting out of the trees. Though they weren’t rocks now that Hrodger had a good look at them, but nuts—chestnuts, from wherever squirrels buried them. Still, Hrodger wasn’t about to stay and find out. He grabbed the viera's hand and pulled him up, hastily leading them both away as he silently vowed to not go anywhere near here again.

When birdsong finally penetrated through the stillness, Hrodger knew they were out of harm’s way. The bushes opened to a familiar sunlit clearing, and there, not a hundred yalms away, was the orphanage, a modest fenced-in two-story building. The scent of supper drifted in the wind, making Hrodger's stomach rumble. He hadn't had lunch, he now recalled.

“Here.” The viera held out a chocolate bar to him.

Hrodger scowled, looked away and, realizing he was still holding the viera's hand, let go. “Don’t need it,” he said, even as his stomach rumbled again.

The viera chuckled. He took Hrodger’s hand and placed the chocolate bar on his palm. “Eat it. As thanks. Or were you going to apologize?”

“Why should I—?!”

“So eat.”

The man was being pushy again, but pride be damned. Hrodger was hungry and the chocolate bar looked enticing. The viera laughed when he saw Hrodger gorging himself on the thin bar. He procured another from his bag and Hrodger helped himself to it.

After three—or five—helpings, the viera said he didn’t have anything else. Now Hrodger felt guilty, but at least his stomach was full. For the time being. And no, he wasn’t going to say ‘thank you’. It wasn’t his fault that someone was out of rations—though could he call five bars of chocolate an entire ration? Snacks, probably. The man could get them somewhere else.

“So, was it another place like that—the well those kids wanted to enter?”

Hrodger eyed him sideways while licking his fingers clean. He wasn’t going to thank the man, but gratitude was still in order. So he told him that it wasn’t—or, at least, he hadn’t thought so. There were a lot of ruins in the Shroud. He heard that before Gridania, there was an underground city where a faction of elezens still lived. He’d heard the entrance was hidden, but an ancient well could very much act as one. And going down there without an adult or anyone with fighting capabilities more than simple fisticuffs only spelled doom. He’d rather not tempt the duskwights—nor the elementals for that matter.

The viera smiled as though he had just read Hrodger’s mind. “My name’s Ari.” He paused, hand hovering, then gave Hrodger’s head a pat, and then a shuffle. He grinned. “I’ll come again.”

And that was how Hrodger started spending time with the viera, whom he later grew to respect and, dare he admit, love, despite himself. A father figure—or as close as he could be. As Hrodger grew older, he learned that Ari had a family in Sharlayan. Why he rarely returned—he never told, but there were occasions when Hrodger would spot him looking to the distance or staring into the fire. Absently, wistfully.

A year or two into their meeting, Ari suddenly asked when his nameday was.

“I don’t have a nameday,” he replied.

“Everyone has a nameday.”

Hrodger shrugged. “They told me it's on the fourth sun of the first astral moon. That’s when they found me and took me in, I was told.”

And so, on the next fourth sun of the first astral moon, after the Cook handed him his annual nameday cookie, because that was really all the orphanage kids ever received during occasions, Ari visited him and took him out to the city-state, where they had a hearty lunch in the Carline Canopy with beef and stew and a dose of orange juice. And then the cake appeared, small and enough for two but still more than what Hrodger had ever eaten in a year. It was chocolate, with green coating like a field of grass and clay miniatures of what he thought was Ari and…himself?

He plucked them, looked them upside down and turned them around.

“It doesn’t look like me.”

“It looks like you if you just smile more often.”

Hrodger scowled again, but placed the miniature back. The icing was sweet; the cake was delicious. Across from him, Ari smiled.

“Happy nameday, Hrodger.”

~ END ~

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emoticonheart · 1 year

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Do you have any burping headcanons for your original characters? Like, what their belches sound or smell like, and also how frequently each person burps, and what their own reactions to their belches are?

OH ABSOLUTELY I DO

you, my friend, have opened a very large can of worms. but, before i get started, i'll just say that for me personally, i'm not big on the way belches smell. that's just not something i'm really into personally, but i can totally understand why other people like it!! but bc of that, i'm not gonna really focus on that, but feel more than free to use your imagination as i explain everything else!!

and so with that being said, out of respect for everyone's tls, if you'd like to know the burping habits of all my ocs, then feel free to keep reading

ashley (flexsteel): she was born with this odd medical condition that just makes her gassier than usual. when she was a kid, her parents took her to doctor after doctor to try to get the issue fixed, but there was nothing they could do. and so, she just had to live with these huge belches. she is always burpy after a meal, but she also is very skilled at burping on command. either way, like i said, these belches are huge. not hyper belch huge, but for a normal person? yeah she's pretty much untouchable when it comes to volume, length, and power. in fact, idk how i would fit this into the actual story so i'll just tell y'all here: since all her burps on stream are recorded, ppl have gone back and seen that with a lot of them, she has gotten super close to breaking some world records. super close, and she wasn't even trying. imagine what she could do if she was. she was super embarrassed about this skill of hers growing up, mostly because her parents and family made her feel like a freak for it, but she starts breaking out of her shell a little after meeting lily. but what really helps her accept herself is becoming flexsteel. it's through streaming and her followers that truly helps her learn to love herself. she still gets embarrassed from time to time, especially when she accidentally lets one go somewhere inappropriate, but overall she's a lot more comfortable with her condition.

sierra (burp soulmates): she is a very skilled burper when it's on command. that's because her bio dad taught her how to burp on command when she was a child, and she has spent years mastering her technique. she can control the length, volume, depth, and intensity of her belches with pinpoint accuracy. in fact, a lot of people at school will play this game with her where they give her a random aspect of a burp (22 seconds, extra bass, airy and quiet, etc.), and she'll do just perfectly. it never ceases to amaze people. however, she's nowhere near as skilled when it comes to belching naturally. in fact, her natural burps are just plain average, which is a stark contrast to her ability to burp on command. she wishes she were better at the natural stuff, but she's super proud of her abilities. she'll flex it any opportunity she can get.

addison (wyfatw): she's a royal princess, so she shouldn't enjoy belching as much as she does, but she can't help the way it feels when she lets one go. like ashley, she's naturally burpier than most, but it's nowhere near on the same scale as ashley. the thing about addison is that her burps aren't very long. the longest burps she can produce are five seconds long, but that's only if she really concentrates. but, what she lacks in length, she makes up for tenfold in volume. even if it only lasts a second, her burps are loud enough to make you flinch and clamp your hands over your ears, as if ten whips going off at the same time. before running away, one of her favorite things to do while eating dinner was wait until a servant or something was walking through the dining hall with a large platter of food or drinks and then release a quick, shotgun-like burp that echoed throughout the entire hall and shocked the servant so much that it sent their tray crashing to the ground. she got a kick out of it, and then got an even bigger kick out of her parent's disappointment. except the servants eventually learned to expect her little trick and didn't react the same because of it, and that was when it became no fun.

thalia (first impressions): with her mom being full ogre and her dad being half giant, her digestive system was bound to be messed up. like i mentioned in the story itself, her giant lineage means she's always hungry, and her ogre lineage means she's always gassy. and thalia is living proof that that combination is a recipe for disaster. she is constantly releasing earth quaking hyper belches, and when i say constantly, i mean constantly. they interrupt her when she talks because she literally can't go five seconds without one escaping her. at first, when she was a child, she was pretty proud of it, especially when she pushed the daycare bully off of the seesaw by releasing a particularly powerful belch and made herself the queen of the playground for a day. but the glamor quickly faded, especially when she couldn't leave the house for months, attending class online and even finding a job that she could do from home. these days, she feels pure indifference about her unique talents. she lets one go and just carries on as if nothing happened. she can hardly feel it coming up anymore, anyway, so why bother making a big deal of it?

robin (stolen crown): she was cursed with magical belches, so of course her burps are just gnarly. unlike thalia, though, she doesn't burp nearly as much, so she hasn't found herself getting sick of it yet. in fact, she actually loves burping. the feeling of all that air coming out of you as the ground shakes underneath you, and knowing that shaking is because of you? yeah, robin can think of almost nothing better. like thalia, though, her condition meant she was forced to hide away at home for a lot of her life, but for very different reasons. she could've let this get to her, blame her burpiness for the fact that she couldn't go out and make friends, but she actually didn't mind. as long as she could let loose freely, she didn't mind staying away from people. besides, she had her monthly visits to the tavern to look forward to. when she went on her quest with arrach and runt, she was a little more careful about it, but overall she's always been shameless.

arrach (stolen crown): he's a troll with three stomachs, so he's a naturally gassy guy. while his burps are nowhere near as powerful, they're definitely not something to scoff at either. he can still make branches bristle and animals run for their lives. he's been conditioned to feel ashamed about his abilities, so he acts that way at first. but you may quickly discover that he has a competitive side buried deep within him. and if you know him well enough, you'll know how to pull that side out of him. when that competitive side is out, he'll get into a burping contest with anyone and everyone, and only feel embarrassed about it later.

overall, when it comes to my normal burpers, sierra wins in technique, addison wins in volume, but ashely wins overall best burper. truly no one can compete with her natural talent. she can take on anyone and everyone and come out on top.

when it comes to my hyper belchers, thalia comes out on top. the intensity of both her and robin's belches are pretty similar, but what sets thalia apart is just how often she burps. the difference between robin and thalia's condition is that robin always has gas sitting inside her, waiting to be released, whereas thalia is always producing gas, so there's no room in her to keep it, which is why she is constantly belching.

i hope this answers your question well enough!! if you have any other questions or if there's anything i missed, feel free to send an ask!!

#<3 writes #burping #get ready for a LONG read #flexsteel #ashley #burp soulmates #sierra #wyfatw #addison #first impressions #thalia #stolen crown #robin #arrach #answered

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softcubbus · 1 year

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as someone who is merely a vtuber artist and not much of a streamer myself it constantly boggles my mind when people talk about the way some vtubers interact with each other, like addressing each other in character and trying to basically RP and be weirdly sexual and/or romantic like... I'm so sorry you have to deal with that. Maybe just downplay acting "in character" when you're off-stream? Idk like I said I've never experienced it myself.

as someone who used to roleplay her ocs with friends and other community members on this website (from a different fandom), i'm also just very confused??? 😭 maybe it's bc i consider my vtuber a persona, a version of me, and not one of my usual OCs that i'm just very uncomfortable with what seems to be the norm. i could never rp daphne, it'd feel like my self-insert arc (from middle school) all over again LMAO

i've even had some random dude on discord from a server i was using solely for emotes try to initiate "sweet and sensual e-rp" out of nowhere, solely bc of my icon ft. my vtuber. i never posted in the server or talked to the guy!! learned real quick after that you could turn off messages from fellow server members :')

i think with the mix of being anonymous online and having a "hot anime character" as a 'mask', people are a little more brazen than they would be normally. the GFE/BFE gains a lot of attention and i feel like hololive does push the 'idol' aspect a bit hard for gachikois bc $$$$$$, but i just wish people would think before they start chatting up random people on the internet bc "their character is cute"

but yeah, you might be right, i might have to turn off the 'character' in dms and keep it to public posts only 😔 it's exhausting when i have to do it 100% of the time with 15 different convos going on...

#thank u for the message btw!!!!#i don't want to push people away but i also want to be comfortable in this content creation journey of mine #i don't want to socially burn myself out and not be able to properly collab with others in the future </3

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The rest of the week went surprisingly well, as Robert had an excuse of school and homework to not be involved in the epic of taking Nikolai from one evaluation to another and then buying him school-appropriate clothing and better fitting shoes. Rob even accepted (almost) the fact that he had to share the room with the kid, and their occasional chats about random tech from his scrap pile were fun. Still, he couldn’t control his anger when his mom announced on the Saturday morning:

“Robert, wherever you are spending today, take Nick with you.”

“What?!” He lowered his spoon and the porridge dripped down from it to his jelly toast. “Why the- He can stay at home! He is fine staying at home, why do I have to babysit?!”

Nikolai didn’t seem to care that he was being discussed. He was still adjusting to the food in the Hoffmans household, and was currently bent over his bowl trying to sip the porridge from the edge while using the spoon as a ladle. In the previous three days, he struggled with the concept of cutting things into pieces, having to bite and chew on things harder than bread, and got violently sick from turkey cutlets. (After the last episode, their mom had to trade away their supply of frozen poultry for generic protein and they’ve been eating it fried and baked since. Yeah, Robert hated that, but at least he didn’t have to listen to Nikolai crying in the night because of a stomach ache.)

His mother wasn’t impressed. She glared at him, her mouth a thin line.

“Because you are friends.” She said sternly. As Robert opened his mouth to object, she added a bit louder: “He thinks of you as a friend.”

She just assumed that, of course. Nikolai continued being silent with anyone but Rob, and when he talked, it was mostly about coding or following rules or space travel. Yesterday, for a change, he talked about the tests he had to do at school under the supervision of Professor Kamelka. Apparently, he loved all the little problems he had to solve. It was the first time Robert met someone who loved tests.

“I can’t take him with me, I’ll be a laughing stock!”

“Well, maybe, you should find better friends to hang out with then.” His mother pursed her lips.

Nikolai put down his empty bowl and carefully placed the spoon in it. Golda turned to him with a gentle smile. “Good job, Nick. Can you wash after yourself?”

Nikolai nodded and slid down from the chair, took the bowl with the spoon and carefully carried it to the sink. Then, he pulled up the chair and climbed it, his knees on the seat, so as to reach the tap better. There was a pause as his fingers hovered over the handle; when he finally opened the tap and the water streamed down, he let out a little giggle. Finally, he started washing the bowl.

“He will be starting at school on Monday.” His mother finally spoke, a bit quieter. Her glare was heavy but she spoke slowly, as if explaining something obvious to a child. “It would be good if he’ve met a couple more kids before that. Made some more friends.”

“Nobody would want to be his friend.” Robert grumbled.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He is weird, mom! Nobody likes weird kids. And until he talks to the others, there’s no chance-”

“Well, it will be your task to encourage him to talk to the others then.” She narrowed her eyes and raised her eyebrows, and Robert knew there was nothing he could say to change her mind.

He also knew there was nothing he could do to ‘encourage’ Nikolai to talk to people. Any time he tried to talk about something serious, the kid just smiled and stared nowhere, either going completely silent or returning to the previous, more fun topic.

So, Robert didn’t have much patience, when just a few blocks from their house, Nikolai suddenly stopped and complained: “I’m tired.”

“Dude, seriously?!” Robert turned around to look at him. “We barely got anywhere!”

“It’s hard to walk.” Nikolai continued in the same tone. “My legs are heavy.”

“Well, I am sorry, Mister I-Am-From-Space, no public transport in this part of the city. And also, I don’t have money to pay for it. So it’s time to get your shit together and stop whining.”

But as he said all of that, Robert couldn’t help but notice that the kid looked genuinely worse than before they left the house. He was flushed, and his thin light hair was sticking to his forehead. He was stooping and turning his feet in quite a pitiful posture.

Instead of getting his shit together, Nikolai mumbled: “You shouldn’t say such words.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“My mom took you all over the town in the past few days, how come you’ve been fine then?” Robert put his hands on the hips, pouting. Maybe, if they stood here and talked for a bit, the kid would rest and get over it.

“She was holding my hand.” Nikolai said and looked up with such hopefulness, he managed to keep eye contact for several beats longer than usual.

Robert’s eye twitched. He turned towards where they were going, then back at this weirdo. No way he would not be laughed at about something like this. But there didn’t seem to be any other option. With a heavy sigh and a wince, Rob extended his hand. Nikolai beamed and took it without hesitation.

They managed to climb the hill without stopping even once, but despite his earlier burst of energy, Nikolai was heaving and gasping and even redder in the face than what seemed possible. Robert looked up and spotted his gang near an old concrete block next to the shrub. They noticed him too, so he immediately let go of Nick’s hand and waved at them.

“Yo! Sorry, I’m late!”

Ehud and Tzarif greeted him casually, but the rest of the gang stared over his shoulder. Robert sighed and looked back too. Nikolai was now folded forward, breathing heavily, eyes squeezed shut.

“Is this that kid from the orbital train?” Pep whispered loudly.

“Is he gonna throw up?” Gatien asked with a mix of amusement and disgust.

Robert rolled his eyes. “Come on over here, Nick! You can sit down and rest!”

But Nikolai didn’t. Instead he squatted down and pressed his forehead to his knees, his hands trembling as he hugged himself. Reluctantly, Robert walked back towards him. Whatever this was about, he would be in so much trouble if it’s something actually serious and he ignored it.

“Come on, just a few more steps…”

“This is not how you shorten my name.” Nikolai whispered, his voice strained.

Robert blinked. Seriously? This was his problem? “My mom’s been calling you that from the very start. You are fine with that!”

“I am not.” The boy whispered and hugged himself a bit tighter.

The other guys also came over. Great, now their first impression would be of Nick being weird in the head.

“Then you should tell her about it.” Robert grumbled and looked at Gatien with a shrug. He tried to communicate with just a facial expression that this was unexpected.

“I told you.” Nikolai finally breathed out, barely audible.

A nasty pinch of guilt stabbed at Rob’s stomach. “Well, how was I supposed to know it’s such an important issue and I should inform everyone?! And why does it even matter?! Nick is a totally normal name, like I am Rob, and Natan is Nate, and Hershel is Harry, and Moishe is Mike-”

“And I am Teddy.” Tzarif offered.

“I hate it when others call me Ed.” Ehud offered, unhelpfully.

“Not my name.” Nikolai whispered. Then he raised his voice. “Not my name!” And finally started yelling. “NOT MY NAME NOT MY NAME NOT MY NAME-”

This attracted everyone’s attention. The older kids, today gathered around the ruin of the broadcasting tower, laughed and started discussing it amongst themselves, pointing. Several others got up and tried to see better what was going on. The girls were giggling somewhere behind them. This was a disaster.

“Just shut up!” Rob snapped and tried to pull Nikolai to his feet by the elbow, but the kid didn’t budge.

“NOT MY NAME-”

“Dude, is he, like, totally brain fucked?” Gatien cackled and stepped back, his eyes horrified despite the smile.

“How old is he?” Pep grimaced and covered his ears.

“My cousin is five, usually you can distract her with an interface game.” Ace commented, but didn’t volunteer his interface.

“Stop yelling!” Robert yelled.

“NOT MY NAME!”

“Fucking fine! Not Nick, Kolya! Satisfied?!”

Nikolai immediately shut up. He looked up from his curled position, and Robert could see he was crying this whole time, his eyes red, his nose running. He looked so miserable, so pitiful, he might as well have been attacked by bullies. Worst of all, Rob did feel like a bully for shouting at him.

“Yes.” Nikolai croaked. With a loud sniffle he got back to his feet, trembling like a live wire but looking steadier than before.

Without thinking too hard about it, Robert took his hand and led him towards the concrete block his gang occupied earlier. He was aware of the others still staring at them. He could feel his face burn in embarrassment.

Half an hour later, everyone settled down. They sat Nikolai in the shade of the block, and Pep shared a piece of apple with him, which he was nibbling on since. Ace, Tzarif and Pep started a cooperative game on their interfaces around him, and Ehud sat right by his side to watch. Robert and Gatien climbed the concrete block, where they were now sorting through their homework project for the engineering workshop. It wasn’t anything challenging, but they were trying to make it look good this time; which was hard to achieve when all you had on hand was pulled out of the trash.

Robert started soldering a cable to the processor output (he found a working battery at home earlier in the week), while Gatien tried to attach a tiny manipulator hand to the hull of their bot with insulating tape.

“So, is he staying for good?” Gatien finally asked a few minutes later. When Robert looked up, he saw his friend was eyeing the gang below them. Ehud kept yelling at Ace and Pep about their poor gaming skills, having no filter on expletives, and Nikolai was staring at him with a mix of shock and fascination, sucking on the apple slice like a baby.

“Fuck if I know. From what I understand, nobody’s looking for him at Milu, so maybe he’s not even from there.”

“Yeesh. Was there no free spot at the care home?”

Robert pursed his lips and tried to focus on soldering. He didn’t want to tell Gatien about what his mom said the other day. Plus, part of him maybe still wanted this whole arrangement to not work out, and he felt a bit like an asshole about it. “Don’t know. Don’t care.”

They worked in silence as the scorching sun made its slow journey across the sky. Robert managed to pull himself away from the microchip only when he heard Nikolai’s voice for the first time since the earlier breakdown.

“Why do you only have one arm?”

Robert looked down in shock to see the rest of the gang also staring at Nikolai wide-eyed. The kid was looking at the empty sleeve of Ehud’s t-shirt with a polite smile. Ehud didn’t seem insulted or uncomfortable with the question, but instead inspected his shoulder as if only now realising he lacked a limb.

“Oh, this? My brother and I sneaked into the Southern mine at off hours. Turns out, the automatic carts continue working. And they are fast.” He turned to face Nikolai with a wicked smile. “Heard it too late, tripped, and HI-YAH!” He mimed chopping at his shoulder, then flailed and gestured wildly while vocalising the blood fountaining from his shoulder.

“Oh no.” Nikolai responded in a weak voice. He looked weirdly in awe.

“Yeah, well. Luckily I blacked out almost immediately.” Ehud grinned. Then he leaned in sharply towards him. “My brother though?” And he chopped hard at his neck and rolled his eyes back while sticking out his tongue.

Awe in Nikolai’s face changed into horror and he pushed himself away, hands on his mouth.

Ehud loved the attention. “Uh-huh. They say he died instantly. The cart detected the collision and sent an alarm, so nothing else ran over me. The techs found me bleeding out and rushed me to the hospital in a tracked car.”

Pep and Tzarif returned to their game, though they looked mildly uncomfortable with the topic. It’s been almost a year, and they weren’t close friends with Ehud or his younger brother before that accident, so afterwards nobody really pried this story out of him. But being his neighbours and classmates, they knew the gist of it.

Finally, Nikolai pulled his hands down from his mouth and whispered dramatically: “Did they not find your arm?”

Ehud blinked, a confused smile on his lips. “Wha?”

“Your arm. To reattach it.”

Ehud looked around at the others in the gang and met equally blank faces. “Nah, man, you can’t reattach an arm once it is cut off.”

“Yes, you can.” Nikolai nodded enthusiastically. “You have to keep it in stasis, like with the food, and then there is this surgical suite, and it has assisting software that monitors all the levels to make sure every nerve gets weaved back to its counterpart correctly, and I’ve watched this video of how they reattached this man’s leg, and-” He stopped to take a wheezy breath before continuing with the sudden outburst.

“What the fuck.” Gatien murmured with an amused smirk. He met Robert’s eyes and shook his head in disbelief.

“Yeah, we don’t have this stuff at Port.” Ace tried to stop the sudden avalanche of words, but Nikolai completely ignored him. Then he frowned and tried to wave his hand in front of the kid’s face, which made him flinch but not stop talking. “Come on, nobody cares!”

“Ace? Shut your hole.” Robert showed his friend a rude gesture. “Let the boy get it out.”

Ace glared back at him but didn’t try to interdict anymore.

The conversation between Nikolai and Ehud continued for another half an hour. Robert thought it was what his mom wanted from him. At least, now there were two people the weird kid agreed to talk to.

Then it all went to shit.

“Oi, Solder! That your new brother?” A group of older kids approached them, led by Pulp.

Robert pushed his project away and hung his feet off the side of the concrete block. “He’s not my brother, Pup. Also, none of your business. Fuck off.”

Ace, Tzarif and Pep immediately scooted closer to the block. Pep glared up and hissed. “Dude, why do you keep doing this when we are the first in line to get our asses whooped?!”

Just to not seem like he was hiding behind his friends, Robert jumped down to the ground and positioned himself between his gang and Pulp. Gatien, who was technically the tallest and the strongest in the gang, stayed where he was. Ugh, thanks.

“I’ve heard your momma is so fed up with you, she decided to exchange you for a new kid.” Pulp was high again, but so were other kids around him, both boys and girls. Robert didn’t care how he looked in their eyes, but a group of girls from the year above his class was also watching the confrontation, and he didn’t mind to show off.

“Talking from experience?” Robert straightened and smirked. He squeezed the soldering pen in his pocket a bit tighter.

Pulp snorted. “You wish. My sisters were made the natural way. Speaking of, they are crybabies just like that wimp.”

“I would also be crying every day if you were my brother.” Robert made a dramatic wince towards the watching girls, who giggled at that. “Actually, that’s exactly why Nikolai cried earlier! I said he’ll have to be friends with you!”

“That’s not true.” Nikolai said with a pout. Damn, this guy was never silent when it was actually useful.

Pulp reached for Robert’s shoulder and grabbed it before he had a chance to duck away. He was smiling dangerously. “You know, Solder, we’ve been talking here that it’s been some time since you were put back in your place. You think being able to assemble tech makes you somehow better than the rest of us?”

Rob tried to figure out an escape plan. He could probably push himself away, but if Pulp ripped his t-shirt open, his mom would scream his head off. “That’s just how my face is, man. You would still look dumb, even if you knew how to work with tech.”

“Yeah, poop shower it is.” And Pulp took Robert into a headlock. In surprise, he pulled the soldering pen out of his pocket, but immediately lost his grip and dropped it. Fuck. ‘Poop shower’ was a leak in the sewer pipes at the southern base of the hill. The stream itself was thin but the pressure was quite strong, and Pulp’s and his friends’ favourite activity was to grab an unfortunate kid and push their face under the stream of poop water and maybe even force them to open their mouth. Robert never got this treatment before and he intended it to stay this way.

There was whooping and hollering around him, as someone else grabbed Rob’s legs and raised him in the air. He tried to kick and wiggle free, not caring about looking cool anymore, but Pulp’s arms were just too strong.

“Let him go, dickhead!” Gatien shouted from his elevated position.

“This fuck is so heavy!” someone cackled nearby.

“Stop this!” This was Pep.

“You volunteer in his place?”

“Look, that little wimp wants to join too-”

And then Pulp let out a throat-ripping scream and released his hold on Robert’s neck. He fell face first to the ground, hitting his chin painfully, but still managed to kick away the guy who was holding his feet.

As he turned around, Rob could finally see that Nikolai crawled forward from where he had been sitting, picked up the soldering pen and then stabbed it a whole 5 centimetres deep into Pulp’s thigh. He was still holding on to the handle with both hands, and his face was full of determination.

They were now in more trouble than a poop shower could ever be. But as Robert met Nikolai’s eyes for just a moment, he knew his mom was right. Nikolai and he were friends.

[4.]

#writing #sci-fi #lgbtq #writers on tumblr #original writing #hopestar #novella #fiction #science fiction

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sinqueen69 · 7 months

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To Look Upon You [Kuroo/Kenma]

When Kenma woke up to find a strange tattoo on his skin, he didn’t think too much of it but when strange vibrations began to wrack his body, he figured maybe he should thought about the tattoo a bit harder.

Kinktober 2023 Day 21 - Coming Untouched

Tattoo - Gaze

Whenever a person looks at the tattooed body lustfully, their body will react as if a vibrator inside of them is turned on.

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Kenma jolted awake, sunlight streaming into his room and the clock told him it was well before he had to get up to get ready to meet Kuroo for their walk to school. Kenma was confused, he was wide awake and didn’t have a reason for it.

Kenma’s hand drifted to his stomach, feeling a bit off and somehow overheated. Kenma rolled out of bed and decided to just get ready for school, maybe play a game before Kuroo showed up. Kenma pulled his shirt up above his head and paused when his eyes caught on something pink on the area above his crotch.

“What the?” Kenma dropped his shirt and traced the large heart that had a small star located at the bottom of the heart. Kenma had no idea how it got there, it was cute in a way but it was concerning that he had no idea how it go there.

Kenma poked and prodded at it for a few minutes before sighing and brushing it off. He didn’t have time to worry about it, he would do some research later. Kenma didn’t have any issues getting ready for school and eating breakfast, the issue came when he left the house to meet Kuroo to walk to school.

Kenma fell into step with Kuroo, smiling softly at Kuroo who beamed down at him and started to chatter about practice and how Lev was getting better now that he and Kenma had meshed. Kenma almost stumbled when an odd vibration sensation went through him, it was weak but it was strange nonetheless.

The odd vibrations carried on for the entire walk, it wasn’t too distracting so Kenma managed to tune it out and when it faded as he stepped into his classroom, he pushed it out of his mind. Classes went by at the usual rate, Kenma mainly focusing on his current game during lunch and he didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary.

Then volleyball practice came, Kenma was shimming into his usual practice clothes adding a yellow jersey with his number on the front as the others laughed and headed out towards the gym. Kenma inhaled sharply as suddenly vibrations wracked his body, it was intense and came out of nowhere.

Kenma’s stomach burned and Kenma connected the sudden and random vibrations to the strange heart mark just above his crotch that had appeared this morning. Kenma locked his knees together so he didn’t collapse as his hips began to shake. Kenma now recognized the vibrations, it was as if a sex toy had been inserted into him and had been turned up to 100%.

Kenma clutched the front of his jersey, knees weak and breathing laboured as he leaned against the wall unit in the club room.

“Kenma? Are you alright?” Kuroo asked, eyeing the way his best friend was trembling and hair shielding his face as his head dipped down. Kenma didn’t realize that Kuroo hadn’t left yet, he thought he had been alone.

“F-Fine, I’m fine.” Kenma gritted out, squeezing his eyes shut as the vibrations intensified. Nothing about any of this made any sense, he didn’t understand why he was fine until he walked to school with Kuroo and then it disappeared when he was in classes. Now it was back with a vengeance and it felt like it had been amped up to 11. Kenma was hard in his shorts, he had to make sure his hips were turned away from Kuroo so he wouldn’t see.

“You don’t sound fine Kenma, seriously what’s going on?” Kuroo’s voice was full of concern and the heat of his eyes was hot on Kenma’s body.

“I’m fine!” Kenma snapped before a cry escaped his lips and he collapsed to his knees. Kenma jerked and shuddered as Kuroo cried out his name and strong arms wrapped around his body, gathering him against his chest in concern. Kenma sobbed as he came in his shorts, his body buzzing with the vibrations that were coming from nowhere.

“Kenma, you, fuck,” Kuroo breathed out, eyes landing on the way Kenma was writhing in his arms and a dark patch spreading across the front of his shorts, not to mention the way something was glowing pink underneath Kenma’s jersey.

Kenma raggedly gasped for breath, eyes slowly opening as the vibrations hitched up another notch. Kenma blinked slowly, hand coming up to grab Kuroo’s wrist of the hand that was pressed to his chest.

Kenma’s lips parted as he took in the way Kuroo was looking at him, it was like he hung the moon and at the same time like Kuroo wanted to bend him over and make him scream. Kenma realized he had seen this look before, he had seen it so many times and it never once occurred to him that this was a look of pure love and lust.

“Oh,” Kenma breathed out in sudden understanding, all the times the vibrations had appeared he had been with Kuroo. It had been Kuroo this whole time, that Kuroo had been looking at Kenma like this for as long as Kenma could remember.

Kenma reached up to wrap his hand around the back of Kuroo’s neck and yanked him down for a kiss, uncaring if not enjoying the uptick of vibrations that wracked his body making his spent cock twitch in his sticky shorts. Kuroo moaned as he held Kenma closer, kissing the younger teen fiercely.

Kenma groaned into his best friend’s mouth, the vibrations disappearing all at once giving him proper relief. Kenma broke the kiss and let out a sigh as he buried his face into Kuroo’s shirt.

“Kenma?” Kuroo whispered as he began to tentatively stroke Kenma’s two-toned hair.

“I’ll explain later, I’m exhausted.” Kenma sighed as he wrapped his arms around Kuroo who chuckled, used to Kenma by now.

“Of course,” Kuroo said softly and full of love in a way that Kenma now understood and returned, not knowing that the feelings he had for Kuroo for so long had been romantic love.

#Kinktober 2023 #SinQueen69 Kinktober #haikyuu #18+#kuroo x kenma #Coming Untouched #womb tattoo #SinQueen69

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bluepoodle7 · 11 months

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#DreamOc #OkKoOc #Bedtaur #ShifterOc #Ordealeana #Halluctasmica #MyOc #MyArt

She was my 7th Dream oc.

Ordealeana has a amazon like company called Slamazon and a streaming service. She is the ceo of her company that is in competition with both Boxmore and Lakewood Plaza Turbo.

Once a item is bought then it teleports to their house fast.

She wants to buy out company's from both sides but slowly distort the business companies over time and then close them down to completely take over the businesses. She bounces from being a hero and a villain.

She is pretty neutral.

She also has a tailmouth and her name is Halluctasmica. Her level fluctuates and she can live in both the real world and the dreamworld.

Her tailmouth mimics stairs and is actually her sister.

It's a reference to Girafarig and also the beta version since the sister has a more human like form.

Hallucination and Phantasm (Tailmouth name ref.)

Likes: The shade, scaring people by pretending to be a random bunk bed for people to rest in then slowly lifting her arms to grab people then drag them under the bed, vintage/thrift stores , 70's-2000's bedsheets, obscure foods/expired foods, waxing her bunkbed beams, having frenemies, and old obscure songs.

Weakness: Bed Bugs, getting stained/smells bad.

Powers: Shapeshifting, ability to have fire/ice powers, laser eyes/mouth, flight, hypnosis, bed manipulation, and teleportation.

Inspirations: Nights (both games), Nightmare Ned (game and series), Klonoa, Girafarig, Obscure stores closed down by popular ones.

Sketch Background: White Main Background: Brown

This is the form of what a human bedtaur would look like. This is what my shifter teacher oc turned into by a cursed school that appeared out of nowhere.

A blog about obscurity stuff, plushies and food. on Tumblr - #ENS

BedTaur Lore

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BedTaurs are shapeshifters that eat dreams, nightmares, dream travelers, inner thoughts information, emotions from others, and adrenaline from a person or being.

They tend to occupy abandoned buildings and fix them up so they can lure humans or other beings that can sleep so they can eat.

Their human forms tends to be low poly like the characters similar to Illbleed and don't have facial features just straight faced.

They move their body to convey talking and emotions while talking with their mouths are on their backs.

Every time a bedtaur successful eats it adds a new room to the newly fixed abandoned building based off the dream they just ate.

Every bedtaur is different in bed design like a pull out couch bed or a murphy bed.

Even if a person on being has insomnia the bedtaur will make that person or being successful sleep.

The bedtaurs are both hot and cold to the touch which is kind of like a real life bed.

They can control fire and ice.

Some bedtaurs hate bedbugs, stinky things, and being dirty but some don't mind that.

Each bedtaur's home is unique and some have toy bodyparts like dolls, wheels, and stuffed animal parts.

Some bedtaurs tend to help other species out to get food by making a human or being sleepwalk then wake the person up only if the monster wants that as a request.

What makes most bedtaurs angry is not cleaning up after yourself as they are letting you stay for free, not eating meals on time, being together in a group when multiple guest are over in the dream world, being abusive to other being and people, being nosy/digging in places you shouldn't be, and looking in special places like a mini fridge a bedtaur is hiding important things in you are not supposed to see.

If you break any rules the bedtaur will be disappointed but will give you three strikes before giving you up to a monster that wants to eat you.

Kind of like a soup kitchen for monsters that stink at hunting, down on their luck, or lazy monsters that need a quick snack.

If a person dies in the dream or nightmare they die for reals but will leave a little bit of life force just in case the monster wants to chase or seem like the person still has life.

Most bedtaurs keep the kids of the abusive parents and raise them as their own but if the kids rebels then they have the same fate as the adults they feed the monsters too but feel really sad about it later.

Human form of the bedtaurs tend to get paid by other monster by kissing the face cheeks of the monster or any physical touch like a hug or a fist bump but not sexual to gain only 5 seconds of facial emotions before freezing back up to their unchanging low poly default straight face but it's worth it and also slowing stealing the life force of the monster.

When a bedtaur dies then the building returns to it's abandoned state because it was the dream/nightmare hallucinations keeping the illusion of a normal place like for example a airbnb but it's a little off.

Also if the bedtaur has an item that it love or wants to keep it will protect it by making traps to prevent anyone from stealing it.

Also the bedtaur can control the victims of rest and use them to fight/protect from damage in human form which is human weak.

Their true form can only be seen in dreams but can be imagined in the abandoned building as a physical force. Also each Bedtaur has a secret code word to confirm that the monster wants a meal then a hotel stay.

Shifters can be effected by the sleep but can only be immune if the shifter adapts. The ads they make to advertise a business seems normal until they say something in shiften (Which is the main fake language that all shifters speak similar to Phantomile or Balanese or whatever lanuage Blinx was using in Blinx 1) in reverse which is a calling card for the underground monster soup kitchen.

Not all Bedtaurs do the soup kitchen thing most use their powers to help people like helping people with sleep problems.

The fake human forms carry their bed/couch halves as a backpack, suitcase, or handbags shaped like the bed/couch that can be removed then teleport back if lost or stolen.

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> images.cb2.com/is/image/CB2/Do… > rpgcharacters.files.wordpress.… Her bed sheets. > img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-stat… Bunk bed sheets> www.istockphoto.com/vector/bun… As a art ref for the pose. > us.123rf.com/450wm/lenm/lenm10… Songs she likes. > www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gE0M3…

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Color Refs for Ordealeana and Halluctasmica (Tailmouth) Her hair is black with pumpkin orange, navy blue, metallic dark green, metallic purple, metallic pink, raspberry, and blue green hair tips. Her skin is pewter or metallic dark gray. Her X nose is half ice blue and half metallic dark red. Her ears are metallic dark red and ice blue. Her eye antenna is black with metallic dark green with metallic yellow with a black dot pupil. Her eyes on her shoulders are metallic yellow with black whites for eyes. Her bellybutton eye is metallic yellow with a black X on the inside of her eye with metallic dark green whites of eyes. Her teeth are navy blue with a black inner mouth, her tongue is light brown, her cool and hot mouth symbols are metallic dark red (right symbol)with ice light blue (left symbol). Her (right) hot long finger is metallic dark red and her (left) cool long finger is ice blue. Her wings are pumpkin orange. Her bed spread and sheets are blue green, black, and navy blue. The pillows are white. Her bed frame is dark brown. Her bottom half of her body is lightly colored black and there dress is blue green, black, and navy blue. Her legs are black with metallic dark gray or pewter paws with metallic dark red and ice blue claws. Her tailmouth warmer collar is blue green, black, and navy blue. She also wears metallic gold necklace with different colored gems. The first gem color is a metallic dark green with metallic dark blue symbols on the sides. Her other gems are metallic dark blue, metallic mauve, metallic dark purple, metallic yellow, and metallic pink on her tailmouth. Her taimouth's eye is metallic yellow with black symbol in her eye and metallic dark green on her face. The tailmouth's tongue is a light brown ladder tongue. Her paw pads are like normal paw pads but are square and is ice blue and metallic dark red. Her elbow spikes are metallic dark red and ice blue. She has a half black and half raspberry squares on her shirt and on her bed sheets/dress. Her shirt is blue green, black, and navy blue. Her tailmouth is metallic dark gray or pewter. She is light colored black where the bottom of the bunked is.

#Dream Oc #Ok Ko Oc #Bedtaur #Shifter Oc #Ordealeana #Halluctasmica #My Oc #My Art

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we-survive-endlessly · 1 year

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Here’s the first of two dream updates lol cuz I’ve been having so many dreams involving random Kpop dudes lately it’s hilarious.

The night before last night I had a dream that I was in a theatre that was inside of this huge mansion. Mujin from Kingdom and I were sitting and being all cute and coupley and at one point he was sitting in my lap. We were watching Dann and Ivan and some other random people perform but Dann and Ivan spent most of the time laughing at us. Suddenly this girl I went to elementary school with was sitting across the aisle was like mouthing to me “omg are you guys together?” All of the sudden the whole building shook. Mujin and I looked at each other like we immediately knew what was going on. He ran to try to gather people with Dann and Ivan to take them deeper into the house to safety while I ran outside. The mansion was on a comically small island and in the ocean around us I could see lava streaming around unnaturally. I did my whistle to call my dragon so we could get a better look but she didn’t come (also this is the second dream now where she hasn’t come and she ALWAYS comes so that’s freaky as hell) (also also, in my dreams my dragon is always named Saphira because I was obsessed with Eragon as a kid and that’s what I named my imaginary dragon when I would play lol)

Aaannnyyyway, this giant lava dragon creature is rising up out of the water and the lava is rising with it so I’m raising my arms and can feel my eyes glowing as I put up a force field like thing completely around the house, but it’s not really working because people are trying to run out of the house like they have no idea what they’re doing and I’m yelling at them to get back inside but it’s not working and the lava is getting closer and my nose starts bleeding from the amount of magic I’m using. I use the last of my strength to somehow transport the entire fucking mansion and everyone inside to like the woods in the middle of nowhere. I remember feeling relieved that everyone was now safe and felt myself in the dream passing out.

There was a time skip as I woke up inside the mansion instead of it the woods and I was walking around the house checking on people and looking for Mujin but I couldn’t find him and I was really starting to worry but then I woke up 😅

#yet another crazy ass dream #kingdom #mujin #Rae’s reams

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dreamhot · 3 years

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good morning everyone btw may today be free of drama and/or related shenanigans <3 happy monday

#least we've got a much better squad for schooled this time around #smile.txt #remember when dream was like how can i make it up to you for missing the last one #and mizkif was like well u could start by face revealing on my stream #and obv that was a joke #but now i'm imagining just. doing that. with zero warning #out of nowhere on this random schooled stream #just cause some more chaos for the fun of it #but No i am much too invested in it being something he does with his friends <333

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simpforhoon · 3 years

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just you. (p.js) *ೃ༄

pairing: soft dom! jay × female reader

genre: smut, fluff, soulmate au! kind of angsty it has a happy ending I swear (praise, making out, protected sex, oral (f-receiving)).

summary: in a world where everyone gets the name of their soulmate tattooed on their wrists when they turn 18, finding out your best friend is your soulmate was not how you planned your 18th birthday to go. now, what’s so bad about that you might ask? you see, jay despises the thought of soulmates. but maybe he doesn’t despise them so much when it comes to you.

please note, this work is purely that of fiction. and not meant to represent what the enhypen members are like in real life.

A/N: guys no why am I so soft,, anyway I’ve been wanting to write this for a while now, so I hope you enjoy!! and I'm reposting this now, as this didnt get a lot of notes on my old account cause of all the reporting and stuff!

word count: 3.4k

warnings: mentions of heartbreak, crying, mentions of food.

1 week ago

you bit your nails as you paced up and down your room, a nervous habit you’d picked up in your junior year of high school whilst dealing with the tremendous stress and pressure school put on you. well lucky for you, you had graduated now and your 18th birthday was just around the corner. specifically, exactly a week from now.

your best friend jay sat on your bed staring at you with amusement written all over his face as he quietly observed you, before moving up to stop you and pull your hands away from your face. “you’re going to wear yourself out” he mumbled softly, pulling you to sit next to him and rubbing your shoulder in a comforting manner.

“I know I know, I’m just nervous, what if they’re all the way on the other side of the world? or even worse, what if they’re someone I know??” the panicked expression on your face was seemingly too much for jay to handle as before you knew it, he had almost rolled off your bed, laughing his ass off at you.

you see, your “dearest” best friend jay never believed in soulmates. he himself never actually got a name on his wrist, a sign that his soulmate had not reached the age to get theirs. to say he was ecstatic would be an understatement as he was at a party that very night, hooking up with a random girl before going over to your house the next morning with a massive hangover and a sullen expression.

it hurt you to see him that way, hooking up with random people, praying that he wouldnt run into his soulmate. and it hurt even more when you thought of how his soulmate was probably so excited to meet him even if they didn’t know him yet.

if only you knew where you would be a week later, wishing it was you who never met him.

present day

the time on your phone read 11:57, and jay had shown up to your house at exactly 11:30, punctual as always, giving up his usual saturday night parties to spend the night before your special day with you instead. he held your hand in his, one thumb running up and down the expanse of your knuckles soothingly, the only thing grounding you in the tense moments before what was basically the biggest moment of your life. your eyes never met his once, only flickering from the clock to your wrist every few seconds, almost as if it would appear before time if you stared long enough.

12:00 a.m.

it was almost as if everything stopped in that moment as the words appeared on your skin. the crickets stopped chirping, that one car alarm outsode your house stopped beeping and both you and Jay stopped breathing, even if it was just for a few seconds. one by one, letter by letter, black ink slowly trailed up the soft skin on your clean wrist, marking your skin for the rest of eternity. you watched with bated breath as tbe letters curved their way into your skin, into your soul.

“P-A-R-K” looks like your soulmate would have the same last name as your best friend. “J-O-N-” that was when the realisation of what was about to happen dawned upon you. “no, no, no, no” was all you could think. “this wasn’t supposed to happen”

meeting jay’s eyes for a split second, you could see the shock on his face, the same shock you knew was written all over your face at that very moment. yanking your hand out of his warmer one, you stared at the 2 words displayed on your wrist. “park jongseong” you whispered as a one lone tear ran down your cheek, falling to you chin before disappearing into the soft material of your sweater.

this prompted jay to push up his own sleeve, the words that seem to have appeared on his wrist confirmed what you both already knew by that point. jay park, your best friend since you were 5, your rock, your everything, was your soulmate. if the situation were anything but this, you would have been jumping for joy, ecstatic that your soulmate was the man you’d grown up with your whole life. but unfortunately, that was not the case.

“_______” he whispered, voice hoarse as he held your hand in his again. gripping it tightly this time so you wouldn’t be able to let go this time. not that you wanted to anyway. “jay” you whispered back, attempting to smile at him, despite the tears that were threatening to overflow at any moment. “I-I need time to think” he said, so softly, his eyes full of nothing but remorse. “I understand jay, take your time, don’t rush okay?” you replied, squeezing his hand in reassurance. he wistfully smiled at you one last time as he pushed himself off your bed and walked out of your bedroom, closing the door with a small ‘click’, leaving you alone in the darkness of your room, mind racing and wondering what were you were going to do with this newfound information.

you fell asleep after much tossing and turning, your mind full of nothing but jay and his name that was now tattooed into the inside of your wrist. you were woken up by the bright smile of your parents, you mother holding a plate of pancakes and wishing you a happy birthday. the sight alone was enough to make you burst into tears as you wrapped your arms around her, seeking her familiar scent and comfort after the rough night you had. your parents seemed shocked, but did not press you to open up, wrapping their arms around you as they attempted to comfort you.

your mom was no foolish woman, as she seems to have caught on to what was bothering you on your special day. “its about your soulmate isn’t it?” she asked as she placed a glass of your favourite chocolate smoothie in front of you, wiping her hands on her apron. you looked up at her, disbelief written all over your face as she chuckled at you. “how did you know?” you asked as she smiled slyly at you. “I have my ways, and besides, I’m your mother” she replied with a wink. you groaned, dramatically resting your head on the counter as she laughed and gave in. “I saw jay walk out of your room last night with tears streaming down his face, and considering you woke up crying too, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what went down there”.

“you should talk it out with him sweetie, he’s not just your soulmate, he’s your best friend. despite how he feels about this whole fate thing, I’m sure the both of you will be okay.” her words reassured you as you grabbed your backpack, and walked through your front door. not even 2 minutes later you heard the biggest scream and you were tackled into a hug. giggling, you wrapped your arms around the taller boy as he squeezed you tightly. “happy birthday ______!” he said as he let go of you and continued your walk to school. “thanks sunoo” you said, smiling at the younger boy who had the biggest grin on his face.

“soooooo” he began, looking at you with an expectant expression on his face. you pursed your lips, already predicting the question that was due to escape his mouth any second from now. “jay” you said, cutting him off before he could even open his mouth. “JAY?!?!!?” he said, a little too loudly, mouth agape as he processed the information. you shrugged as he linked his arm with yours, understanding that you didnt want to talk about it.

luckily, no one pressed you about your soulmate for the rest of the day, warded off by sunoo’s glare the moment they looked like they were going to ask. you sat next to jay in all your classes, the atmosphere tense and awkward between the two of you. everyone seemed to have figured our what happened by that alone, your normally boisterous voices muted and soft. you went out after school with sunoo and riki, your mood heightened by the laughs and jokes of the two bickering boys.

when you got home, the house was eerily quiet, your parents nowhere in sight, all the lights turned off save the one in your living room. and there on the sleek grey sofa sat Jay, looking down at his hands as he anxiously played around with the rings he always wore. your footsteps alerted him of your presence, as he shot up off your sofa to greet you with a crooked smile on his face, black hair sticking up in every direction.

you smiled at him, already preparing yourself for the worst, as he walked towards you. “your parents have gone out, they handed me the keys and told me to come and talk to you if I wanted, and-” he cut himself off in the middle of his sentence, taking a deep breath and holding your hand. here goes nothing he thought. “I want to try. this whole soulmate thing I mean. maybe i wouldnt be this way if it was anyone else, but it’s you, my best friend, and I don’t want to lose you.” he mumbled out the last part, but it was still clear enough for you to hear. you couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face at his words, his own face breaking out into a grin at your expression. you reached up on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck as his hands went around your waist.

he buried his face in your hair, your soft vanilla scent calming his racing heart, and that was when he realised how much you really meant to him. he loved when you would always being him snacks after soccer practice, he loved when you let him lay his head on your lap and you ran your hands through his hair, he loved seeing the expressions you made when you ate his food, he loved you.

“I made something for you” he said, pulling away from your embrace, leading you to your kitchen and making you sit down on the counter. he grabbed a plate of your favourite pasta and a fork before lifting up a mouthful and holding it out to feed it to you. you smiled, wrapping your lips around the fork as the flavours exploded in your mouth. “oh my gosh, this is good, you’ve really outdone yourself.” he smiled at the complement before pressing a kiss to your cheek and muttering a little “happy birthday love”, leaving your face feeling hot and an uncontrollable smile on your face.

the rest of the evening went by in hin feeding you food and taking a few notes of it himself, lots of little cheek kisses, before the two of you settled down on the couch to watch a movie. it seemed like jay had gotten over his awkwardness as he pulled you to sit between his legs the moment the movie started. you looked back at him in shock, wondering when he got so bold before he pressed a kiss to your lips and told you to focus on the screen.

it might not have been the perfect first kiss, but it was with jay and that was enough. he played with your hair throughout the movie, and moved it aside at one point, pressing little kisses along the expanse of your neck. it was when he landed his lips on one particular spot that you let out a little noise, one you never even knew you could make that made him sit up a little straighter.

it was almost as if a switch flipped within him as he tightened his grip around your waist, one hand slipping up your hoodie to caress the skin near your waist. “I didn’t know you could make such pretty noises baby” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “well i didn’t know i could either” you whispered back, the realisation of what was about to happen making your body feel like it was on fire.

“are you sure you want this? we don’t have to do anything you dont want to sweetheart” he said, pulling away with a kiss to your cheek. you shifted so that you were facing him, legs wrapped around his waist and you reached your hands up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m sure jay, theres no one I’d rather do this with than you.” that was all the affirmation he needed, as within seconds you were being dragged to your bedroom by an overexcited jay.

he pressed you up against your room door, hands coming up to lift your thighs and wrap them around his waist, your core meeting his very obvious bulge. taking advantage of the gasp that left you, he allowed his tongue to skip into your mouth, taking control of every aspect of the kiss. pulling away, he brought you to your bed, gently letting you down onto the mattress, and reaching up to pull your hoodie off you.

“so beautiful” he whispered as he reached behind you to pull your bra off, before lifting his own arms to pull his own shirt off, leaving his body on display for you. just for you. he reached down to tug one of your nipples into his mouth, gently sucking and wrapping his tongue around the sensitive bud, his actions leaving your mouth open in a silent moan.

within minutes, both of you were left completely naked as jay continued to trail his lips down your body, pressing little kisses to your inner thigh before his mouth finally met your core, the smallest motion of his lips leaving you breathless and squirming. “stay still sweetheart, good girls don’t move around so much”. his words sent vibrations spreading throughout your body, not doing anything to help with the heat that was coursing through your veins.

his tongue delved in and out of your dripping hole, one of his hands rubbing your clit while the other held your legs open for him. “jay- i- I’m gonna-” but he was gone the moment the words fell from your mouth. and he was a sight to see. your juices mixed with his, drool and spit dripped down his chin, as he ran his tongue over his lips with a smirk on his face.

“oh so the baby wants to cum? don’t worry love, I’m going to make you feel so good”. he reached into his jacket and pulled out a condom before rolling it on and lining himself I with your entrance. he grasped your chin gently, pulling you up to look at him and planting a loving kiss on your lips. “I love you so much sweetheart, so so much” he whispered, pulling away from your lips. “I love you too jay” you said back, watching as he smiled once, before intertwining your hands and then, pushing himself into you.

nothing had ever felt as good in that moment as he gently, softly pushed himself inside. the feeling was euphoric, having your soulmate inside you in such an intimate manner. your bodies moulding together perfectly, bursts of colour lighting up the back of your eyelids as your eyes closed at the feeling of him in you. he began thrusting in and out of you slowly, not wanting to hurt you. but at your signal, he began moving faster, groans and moans escaping both your lips, finding pleasure and love in each other.

it didn’t take long for you to reach your high at all, his length hitting you in all the right places, leading you to ride out your high much faster than you expected, jay following soon after. he finished inside the condom, reaching out to pull it off and throw it away, before walking to your bathroom and grabbing a wet cloth to clean you up with.

he was greeted with the sight of your tired smile as he returned, gently cleaning you before tossing the rag and gathering you up in his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “does this mean you’re mine now?” he asked, reaching down to bury his head in your hair, his hands absent-mindedly tracing shapes and figures on your bare shoulder. “it does if it means you’re mine too”. he smiled at your response, pulling the blanket over the two of you as you drifted off to sleep in the arms of the one person who would stay with you forever.

thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed and I hope you drank enough water today! ♡♡♡

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strawberrymilkgeorge · 3 years

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Part Four. "You hosted me?? In MINECRAFT??"

warnings: swearing but that’s it (i think)! just karl being a goof and dream being a little shit but whats new word count: 3k (not ncluding pictures)

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Y/n sat to Karl's left, out of the camera's view as he scrolled through Twitter on his PC.

"Um... oh, how did you guys meet?" Karl read before looking offscreen at Y/n. "Uh... school?"

"What? I was going to make up a funny story but I'm appalled by the seriousness in your voice! Is that really how you think we met?"

The embarrassment on his face answered her question. "Karl! I'm two years younger than you, how would we meet have met at school?"

"I don't know!" he said back defensively, raising his shoulders. "Clubs?"

"Like I was in any of the nerd clubs you were in."

"Well, then, how did we meet?"

Y/n sighed with a laugh. "Our moms–"

"Oh, wait wait, I remember!" he cut her off, excitedly looking towards Y/n. "Our moms are friends and they forced us to hang out." He smiled proudly and looked back to his screen as he continued scrolling for good questions. "If I'm honest, I only still hang out with you because my mom makes me."

Y/n smacked Karl's arm and he laughed but pretended to be hurt. "WHAT THE HONK, BUGSY?!"

"I can't stand you. I barely hit you, nimrod."

Karl giggled and read another one. "How tall is Bugsy? Two feet, four inches."

"No, I'm 7'6," Y/n lied easily and Karl laughed.

"How tall are you actually?"

'I think 5'10 or something? Maybe 5'11. I'm not 6' but I'm taller than you for sure, I know that much–"

"Okay, you are not taller than me. Just to be clear. Chat, Bugsy is not taller than me."

"Yes, I am. Wanna test it?"

"No," he replied quietly in defeat.

"Because you know I'm right," Y/n laughed as her eyes flicked over to read chat. They were spamming their surprise, expecting her to be short. "Yeah, no, chat, I'm tall. I'm taller than Karl."

"Only because your shoes make you tall! Doc Martens are tall and that's pretty much all you wear!"

"You're shorter than me when I'm barefoot!"

"That's literally false. Like completely."

"Just accept it, shorty."

"I'll accept that you're taller than George and Sapnap, but not me. I'm barely taller than you but I'm still taller."

"Whateverrrr. I'll move on to protect your dignity."

Karl ignored her and laughed, pointing to a message from Dream in Karl's chat.

"Dream said I have short girl energy," Y/n read.

"You kinda do."

"What does that even mean?"

"You're shy around new people and you act all sweet."

"So tall girls can't be shy and sweet? Or shy and sweet girls can't be tall?"

"Stop twisting my words," Karl groaned.

"Also, wait, what do you mean I act sweet? Am I not?"

"No, you are. But I mean you also aren't when you don't want to be. Upset Bugsy is scary Bugsy."

Y/n frowned, not recalling a time she's ever been angry or upset at Karl but she let him move on. He pointed to another tweet as he looked at Y/n, giving her an 'I told you so' look. She read it before shaking her head at him.

"Don't read that one."

"Pleeease, can I answer?"

"No!" she whisper-shouted. I don't want to be shipped with him for asking or you for answering, she mouthed so Karl's chat couldn't put together clues.

"Are you assuming I'll answer positively?" he teased, earning him a hard smack on the arm.

Y/n couldn't help but notice every time she put her hands in the frame, which was usually to hit Karl, half of the chat turned into simps requesting a hand pic because they could see her bracelets and nail polish and now that they knew she was tall they wanted to see how big her hands were. They really wanted every crumb of content they could have regarding her looks. She caught one that said something pretty kinky about her hands which she tried to scrub from her mind immediately.

"Fine," Karl sighed at her request to not read Dream's tweet out loud, instead reading another. "Bestie sleepover? Yes! Bestie sleepover! Bugsy and I are gonna cuddle all night--"

"No, we aren't. I'm sleeping on a completely different bed. Or couch. Nowhere near you."

"WHY DO YOU HATE ME?"

"Karl! Stop trying to get me to cuddle with you!" Y/n laughed as she pushed away his arms, which were trying to give her a hug. "You're a freaking heater and I don't like touching people!"

"That's my worst nightmare in a friend, how did I end up with you?"

"No idea. Deal with it. It's still a bestie sleepover even if we don't cuddle."

Karl giggled and looked back at his stream. "Oh, by the way, in case anyone ever wanted to know or was Dreaming about it, Bugsy is very cute. Just thought I'd mention it in case anyone was wondering or if anyone tweeted specifically asking..."

Y/n smacked his arm again as she yelled, "Karl!"

He grabbed his arm in dramatic pain as if it had been cut off. "Ow! Ow! Bugsy hit me!" he cried as he fell to the floor. "Oh my gosh. Someone call a doctor!"

"I cannot stand you," Y/n informed as she stared down at him. She glanced at chat, who were all joking about how bad his condition was, saying things like they might have to amputate his arm. "Chat, don't encourage him. Oh, Karl I know what we can do!"

"As long as I don't need two arms for it..." his voice still laced with fake pain.

"Karl Jacobs."

"What is it?"

"Give me a tour of Dream's SMP. Dream whitelisted me yesterday."

"Oh, yeah! What could have possibly made you think of him?" he teased as he got back in his chair.

Y/n glared at him and he cowered slightly.

"Minecraft, yes. There's a PC in the other room you can play on. Do you need help setting it up?"

"No, I've streamed once or twice," Y/n teased as she stood up.

"I'm just trying to be a good host! Gosh!"

"Wait, I have to cross over to leave the room."

"Just do it? What's the issue? Literally no problem, just walk?" he joked before zooming in his camera on his face so it took up the whole screen. Y/n laughed as she went across the room, chat now forced to look at disturbingly close footage of Karl staring directly into the camera with his eyes crossed.

Y/n called Karl on Discord after logging in. "Hi, Karl and Karl's stream."

"Are you on yet?"

"I'm logging in to my Minecraft account right now."

"Okay, join a vc on the smp discord so others can talk to us if we run into anyone. I'll be over in a minute, just give me a bit to read some donations." They both muted, leaving Y/n to herself.

She typed in the IP address to the server and joined a random voice channel that no one was in. She spawned and looked around, confused by the cobblestone wall around her. Her phone lit up so she occupied herself with the texts from Naomi.

A green figure caught her eye on the screen and she looked up. In the distance was Dream's infamous green Minecraft skin punching the air as he faced her. He ran towards her and stopped in front of her. She set her phone down and slid it away, crouching as his character did the same.

Dream whispers to you: are you streaming you whisper to Dream: no but Karl is and he's about to get on to tour me Dream whispers to you: hmmm okay here

He uncrouched and dropped a few diamond blocks before punching the air again and running away.

Dream whispers to you: shh don’t tell anyone you whisper to Dream: omg :D ty <3 you whisper to Dream: first twitch donos now mc donos you whisper to Dream: rich man over here giving out money and diamonds to everyone like it's candy Dream whispers to you: no, only to you Dream whispers to you: a little gift before our date ;) Dream whispers to you: oh and this

He came back and paused in front of Y/n before dropping a red poppy and sprinting away again. She acted cool despite the huge smile on her face.

you whisper to Dream: charming you whisper to Dream: you give me a flower and dart away before I can properly thank you Dream whispers to you: oh yeah? how would you have thanked me?

Y/n smiled, her cheeks flaming up as a dirty thought entered her mind. Stop, he's not flirting, she told herself. It’s literally a block game and he’s not flirting.

you whisper to Dream: guess we'll never know ;) KarlJacobs joined the game

"I'm back," Karl's voice filled her headset as he joined her voice channel, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Where are you?"

Y/n looked away from the chat in Minecraft and turned around in the game. "Still at spawn. Some forest and cobblestone walls."

"Go left and I'll meet you halfway."

As she ran, the Minecraft chat reappeared with new messages for everyone to see.

<Dream> hey Karl <KarlJacobs> hello Dream <Dream> thanks for answering my question on your stream <KarlJacobs> just doing my civil duty as a bugsy dream shipper <KarlJacobs> official petition for the name to be dreamsy <Dream> signed

"Oh my gosh," Y/n muttered, making Karl laugh.

"What?" Karl asked innocently, but his laugh was maniacal. "Oh, I found you. This way! I built everything on the server, by the way. So if anything is impressive, just remember that I did it."

"Karl, that's the biggest lie you've ever told me. I watch the lore videos."

"Well, I did build it all so I don't know what to tell you. Let's go this way first."

Y/n followed as he showed her stuff, including background and unknown facts about things that have happened off stream. After the tour, they messed around the chessboard. At some point, she found a blue cornflower and turned to Karl.

"Do you have an anvil?"

"I don't exactly have one on me at the moment but I think there's one over here. What for?"

She killed some chickens with her fist to gain XP so she could carry out the task in mind. "I need to name this flower I found." She followed him a few blocks away and clicked the anvil and named the flower 'love, bug'. "Okay, thanks."

"Why did you name it?"

"It's a gift for someone."

"Me?" he asked as his character jumped up and down.

"No. My presence is your gift."

"Ouch. You know, honestly, I'm really hurt by that. Like, why would you say that to me? It's just sorta rude."

"Fine, I'll go get you a flower."

"Well, I don't want it if it isn't sincere. Who's that one for?"

"...no one."

"Tell me or I'll keep complaining about not getting a gift."

"I can deal with that."

"Okay, then tell me or I'll make you sleep in my bed and I'll smother you to death with my affection."

"Ah, okay, fine. It's for Dream."

"Wow you really hate me that much!" Karl laughed.

"No, I'm just not touchy like you!" she defended. She always worried she offended Karl since he was so physically affectionate towards his friends but she just wasn't a physical person.

"Oh, speaking of Dream..." he turned and Y/n followed his characters line of sight, having to zoom in to see the green figure perched at the top of a tree.

"He's very menacing."

"He does that."

<Bugsy> come here pls dream <Bugsy> i have a gift :]

Dream ran towards Y/n and stopped in front of her expectedly. She looked at Karl then back at Dream and dropped the gift, backing up after and crouching.

His character picked it up and held it, pausing to read the name. After a moment, he slowly looked up at Y/n's character before jumping and spinning in circles. Y/n hid her smile in her sleeve even though no one could see her.

<Dream> wait lemme see the one I gave you <Bugsy> what D: <Dream> I wanna name it

"What is going on?" Karl giggled.

"Gift exchange. Mind your own business."

"Woah!" Karl gasped dramatically. "Uncalled for."

Dream came back and dropped the renamed flower for her. Y/n picked it up and hovered over it to read the name.

'host, dream'

She gasped and started punching his character. He backed up and ran away but joined the call seconds later.

"Wait! Stop hitting me!" Dream yelled into her headset.

Y/n laughed, trying to contain her smile as she continued to hit the green character. "Dream! Are you kidding? I tried being all cute and you hosted me?? In MINECRAFT??"

"It was a joke! You said something like that to Wilbur on Twitter a while ago, I was just using your humor!" Dream's giggles filled Y/n's headphones and she smiled but quickly dropped it so her voice could sound serious.

"Give it back."

Dream looked at her before letting out a small, "What?"

"Give me back the flower so I can go burn it with the other one."

"Bugsy!"

"What is going on?" Karl asked through a cackle. "Dream, did you hurt Bugsy??"

"Yes, Karl! He hurt my feelings! He gave me a flower and gave it back to name it something mean!"

Dream just laughed so Y/n punched him again.

"Dream! You can't hurt Bugsy!" Karl defended, also punching Dream.

All Y/n could hear was the sound of Dream wheezing, his character running as the two chased him. "Stop! You guys are so– STOP HITTING ME!"

"Fine," Y/n finally said, crouching and facing the ground as she walked into a corner to look like she was pouting. "I'm just not going to go on any Minecraft dates anymore."

"Wait, no," Dream protested in a soft voice, his character stopping to look at her's. "Take that back."

"Heart been broke so many times..."

"You're so stupid."

Karl gasped happily. "You guys have a Minecraft date? Can I help plan it?!"

"We did. In exchange for letting you give me the tour. But I've changed my mind since I've been so betrayed."

"Oh my gosh, you're so..." Dream trailed off but his wide smile could be heard through his voice.

"So what? Finish that sentence, Dream," Y/n dared teasingly.

"So... ANNOYING!"

"DREAM! SAY YOU'RE SORRY!" Karl yelled.

"Okay! I'm sorry! Bug, I'm so sorry. Really. Please let me... let me rename your flower something cute. It'll make you so happy that you'll fall in love with me all over again and–and we can go on our date. Please don't burn our flowers."

"And what if I don't give them to you?"

"I'll just kill you and pick them off your corpse."

"Woooooowwww. Okay, it's like that?"

"Yes, it is like that," he said through a smile. It was so apparent in his voice that he was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

<Ranboo> how is the tour going Bugsy was shot by Dream using DEFINITELY NOT PENIS <Ranboo> ah going well I see

Bugsy screamed in her mic as the death screen appeared. "DREAM!"

"You took too long!" He wheezed as Bugsy respawned.

"I don't know where I am!"

"Hold on, I'll avenge you!" Karl declared before he died too.

"You thought you could kill me with your fists? Karl, you're naked and I'm wearing full Netherite."

"You weren't when I started punching you! You pulled that out of thin air!"

<Ranboo> canon

Y/n smiled at Ranboo's comment. She had never talked to him but she knew he and Tubbo were close friends and he seemed really funny. He had already proved he had a dry sense of humor in the 30 minutes she was on the SMP and she loved that. Y/n made a mental note to befriend him before returning to being drama queen to Dream.

"So, Dream, now that you've made me an enemy–"

"WhAT? We are not enemies, Bug. I'm actually naming a flower something really cute as we speak. Enemies don't do that."

"Maybe I'm not your enemy but you sure are mine."

"Oh come on now," he mumbled lowly, running chills down her spine. What the hell was that?? "What do I have to do to make it up to you?"

"You-you murdered me in cold blood. Nothing will make it up."

"So I could get the flower! It was out of love! So I could give you a better present! Does that count for nothing?"

"Hm," she hummed. "We'll see what new name you come up with and then I'll decide."

Karl and Y/n got back to the chessboard and waited for Dream to return with his new flower.

Breaking character and turning towards her best friend, Y/n laughed at Karl. "Sorry for distracting from our BFF shenanigans time."

"This is way more entertaining," Karl assured. "Me and my chat got front row seats to the Dreamsy love saga."

"Shut up," she mumbled as she punched him in-game.

"OW! STOP PUNCHING ME SO MUCH!"

"Okay, okay, I'm back!!" Dream announced and they saw his figure sprinting and jumping towards them. He dropped the flower for Y/n and stepped back, crouching and standing repeatedly.

Y/n picked up the flower and hovered over it to read the name.

"Is it worthy of your forgiveness, Bugsy? Does it pass the vibe check?" Karl asked with a giggle.

Y/n bit her lip as she smiled at her screen.

to the prettiest girl in the world. love, dream <3

It was a joke, obviously. He was just continuing the joke of flirting with her like he does on Twitter just like Sapnap and Karl and George and Quackity do. They all joke about flirting with her and this was another joke.

But it still gave her tummy butterflies.

"Bug?" Dream called softly.

But why would he joke like that when neither of them were streaming? Karl's chat wouldn't see it so there was no one to point in feeding into the joke, unless he meant for Y/n to show Karl? She was overthinking. She needed to play it cool.

She also needed an enderchest so no one could find it and no one could take it away from her and destroy it but they didn’t need to know she liked it that much.

"Mmm.... it'll do."

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A/N: yeeee hope you guys liked this one! i think this is my favorite so far i just think dream was being too cute and i wanna be best friends with karl so much it hurts. we’re gonna get deeper into the dream relationship soon!! i just needed to indugle in bff karl content real quick!!!

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rendevousz · 3 years

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mum?

mother figure!nat x fem!teen!reader

avengers x reader

req by @teenwonder ; i absolutely love the entire teams adoration for reader skfksngnsf its so cute! could i please request one a little more nat based? maybe r treats and loves nat like a mom but nat hadn’t noticed that before, and the whole team is like listing examples of how and why 🥺🥺🥺

summary: the four times you needed nat and the one time she admits that she needed you too.

warnings: blood, a random attack out of nowhere because i'm not creative, inaccurate writing of medical situations because i have no idea how those things work, also let's just pretend bruce was around during iron man 2 when tony still had palladium in his arc reactor, also inaccurate descriptions of palladium effects bcs i just...don't know much about palladium pls forgive me thanks, and idk any hospitals in new york/manhattan or even the states LMAO so uh bear with this, and last but not least, my inability to write good endings

word count: 5426

notes: that's a long ass warning nevertheless pls do enjoy this fic <3

"i'm going now, bye!" you bid the team who were having breakfast together, walking out of the common area.

"bye, cupcake! don't get into trouble, don't do what i'd do and definitely don't do what i wouldn't do." tony advised and you rolled your eyes because tony says that to you every morning before you leave for school.

"wait, don't forget your lunch!" nat stands up from her seat and grabs your lunch that she had packed, from the kitchen island, bringing it over to you. "thanks, nat!" you grabbed it, giving her a quick peck on the cheek before leaving.

nat smiles at the action, turning around to walk back to her spot on the table, only to find the team staring back at her with knowing looks.

"what?"

"you know, you only need to sign a couple papers and the kid's all yours." tony states matter-of-factly. nat snaps her head towards the man, an incredulous look on her face. "what are you talking about?"

"we all see the longing looks on both your faces. she's dying for you to call her your daughter and you, her mother." clint explains and the others nodded in agreement.

"that's nonsense. she has wanda too," nat reasons, sitting back down. "i'm pretty sure she sees wanda as a sister considering how much she drags wanda with her whenever she's causing trouble around the tower." steve raises his brows at the redhead who was in denial.

"she sees you as her mother, nat. just accept it," wanda tells her, taking a sip from her glass. "really? name me one time she showed it." nat challenges them, not knowing that they've been watching your interactions with her for the longest time.

"you have no idea what you just got yourself into, romanoff," clint chuckles, cracking his neck and knuckles as if preparing for a fight.

"remember new mexico?" he smirks and nat only frowns, trying to remember.

"no!" you screamed, dropping down to the ground. you didn't care that you scraped your knees doing that, the only thing that mattered was the overwhelming feeling of grief engulfing your whole being. tears streamed down your face as you looked at the debris on the ground, the remainder of what used to be standing in front of you; a building. blown up, now in ruins.

clint, bucky and steve watched you break down in front of them, their hearts breaking at the sight in front of them as well as the fact that their teammate had been caught up in the middle of the explosion.

"y/n/n? come on, tony's team called for back up. we gotta go," steve tried to get you to stand up, failing when you kept your ground. you screamed when he tried again and their hearts clenched at the heartbreaking sound.

"we can't just leave her! please, we have to find her," you cried, clinging onto steve's body as he ran his hand up and down your suit-cladded back to soothe you. "y/n/n, we can't. the whole place is in ruins now," he didn't want to say it but he had to. he had to in order to get you to leave. "she's gone."

"she can't be gone! she can't just leave us! we need her! i need her, stevie.." you cried into his chest and he had to control himself so he didn't cry right then and there too.

he looked up to see bucky looking at the two of you guiltily, tapping his wrist to indicate that they were running out of time. steve had no choice but to carry you in his arms, getting you to leave the site against your will. but you were too weak to fight back now. "what am i gonna do without her now, stevie?" you asked quietly.

"we're gonna be okay, y/n/n," he tells you, sitting you down on a chair and settling down next to you as clint flew the jet to your next location. the atmosphere was tense and you could tell everyone, too, was sad about this.

"what if we're not? what if we're not gonna be okay, stevie? i know i won't be." you wiped the tears streaming down your face despite the fact that your face still wasn't drying up any time soon.

"because nat wouldn't want to see us like this. she'll be angry if she sees that we're risking people's lives just because of her." he says truthfully.

"we're landing, guys." clint announces and the team prepared for another round of fighting. steve turns to you, wiping the tears on your face as he made you look up at him. "now let's save some people and make nat proud, yeah?"

you nod at him sadly, preparing your weapons. all of you got out the jet and the second battle of the day begun. boy, were these people unlucky because they were on the receiving end of your fury.

you were busy taking down a group of guards alone when you heard a familiar voice. "y/n, behind you!" and you turned just in time to take down a guard who was aiming at you.

you didn't even have time to register your shock of seeing the redhead because more guards came at you two. you guys fought alongside each other until all the men were taken down.

"nat?" you breathed out. "yes, bub?" she answers as you both carefully walked over the knocked out men. she was taken aback when you slammed into her, hugging her the tightest you ever did since you met her.

"please don't ever do that again." you mumbled into her chest. she was about to ask you what you meant when she heard you sniffling. figuring out it wasn't the appropriate moment to ask, she continued to just hug and comfort you in silence.

"wait, that was why she cried that day? because she thought i was in that building when it blew up?" nat asks after steve finished the story. "i never found out why because she never told me."

"yeah, you should've seen her when the building exploded. completely shattered my heart, dude." clint states, remembering the broken down state you were in that day.

"wait, did you guys not grief over my supposed death then?" nat glares at clint, bucky and steve. "in our defense, they were about to blow up about a hundred people, we didn't have much time to process the whole situation." clint tries to convince his best friend, only to receive a glare again from her.

"alright but just because she cried when she thought i was dead, doesn't mean she sees me as her mum. i'd cry too if any one of you guys died," she states, still in denial.

she did love you like how a mother would love her child. but she didn't want you to feel that she was forcing the title onto you. after all, you had so many other adults around you, who's to say that you saw someone else as a parent figure instead of her? she didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

"woman, are you serious?" sam exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically. "need i remind you that the girl sacrificed her life for you?"

ii.

"nat, watch out!" you stood right behind her where the man was about to attack her. you gave him a harsh kick to the head and that was all it took for the man to go unconscious.

the redhead turned around, not having enough time to comprehend what had happened before you dropped into her arms. you two were lucky the last of the men had already been taken out.

"bub? what's wrong?"

at this point, you were fully leaning against her. she was holding up your whole weight, hands wrapped around your middle to support you. that was when she felt it. the familiar thick substance on her fingers, leaking from the back of your suit.

her eyes widened, pulling one hand away from you to look at it. red. her breathing picked up as one of her hands felt around your back, finally feeling the handle of a knife sticking out from your back.

your eyes were already drooping by now and she lightly shook you awake, careful to not hurt you. she lowered you down and you were both sat on the floor now.

she presses a finger to her ear and you could hear her voice echo in your ear from your own comms. "can someone come please," she paused, exhaling shakily. "y/n's down."

if it had been any other person, she probably would be bringing them to the jet by now but it was you. she didn't know what came over her but when she saw that you were injured, it was like her whole body shut down. her knees felt weak and she couldn't bring herself to move.

"hey, hey, keep your eyes open. can you do that?" she asked gently and you nodded weakly. "bub, why did you do that?" she cried softly, moving your hair away from your face as you leaned sideways against her. the action caused your face to be smudged by your own blood from her hands but she didn't care as she caressed your cheek.

"he–he was gonna hurt you. i–i couldn't..." you paused a while, the pain getting too much for you to bear. "y/n, don't strain yourself. you need to stay awake," she tells you as tears streamed down her face.

"rather me than you," you whispered. nat's eyes widened at this. "don't say that, bub." she scolds gently.

you smiled weakly at her. "i've grown too dependent on you, nat. it's to the point that i," you coughed and nat worried that you were straining yourself but you continued. "that i'd rather die than live without you. you probably can go on with life without me but i can't without you. i need you, nat." your eyes closed and nat panics, shaking your body.

"y/n?! bub?! stay awake, please, they're coming!" nat cries out loud, holding onto your limp body.

"did we not agree to not mention that to me anymore?" nat glares at sam for bringing that up.

the night of that incident had been one of the worst nights for nat. she sat by your bed all night after you had been treated. she had been the first one you saw after you woke up. she had been the one you broke down in front of after you admitted the full reasoning behind your actions. she had been the one who opened her arms for you to make yourself at home in.

"i'm sorry but you must be blind if you can't see how really she sees you for the past years," bucky states. nat turns to him with a glare. "you don't know what you're talking about."

"oh really? who does she call whenever she has a really bad nightmare?" bucky questions rhetorically with his eyebrows raised.

iii.

"no, please, don't!" you begged, asleep and thrashing around in your bed. quiet whimpers turned into heavy breathing as you plead for your life in your nightmare. "please," you whispered, inhaling and exhaling harshly.

FRIDAY, noticing the amount of distress you were in, alerted the closest person to your room, that being bucky who was returning from a late night trip to the kitchen for some water.

he quickly went into your room, only to see you shivering and thrashing around in your bed. "doll?" he approaches slowly, finding you still asleep, though sweating a lot. nightmare, he realised.

"doll? wake up," he gently shakes you and you immediately jolt awake, breathing heavily as you register what was going on. "it's okay, it was just a nightmare," he soothes you, holding you close as one hand rubbed up and down your back while the other held your head to his chest.

none of that helped as you were still in the same state as you were when you woke up. "are you okay?" he asks, worried. "nat... i need nat.. please i need her," you whimpered, shaking in his hold. you were having trouble breathing.

"FRIDAY, get romanoff."

within minutes, nat arrived, looking panicked and disheveled like she had just woken up, which she just did. "what's wrong?" she asks bucky, approaching you two.

"she was having a nightmare and woke up and i think she's having a panic attack. she asked for you," he informs her and immediately moves away when she approaches, so that she could take his place.

"bub? it's me," you look up to meet natasha's pretty green eyes. "you're okay, bub. can you tell me five thing you can see?"

you looked away from her eyes, looking around your room. "i–i see my book on my nightstand, my lamp, my jacket on the chair, my laptop and the painting on the wall." you told her after some difficulties.

"good, that's good. four things you can feel?"

"i feel the socks on my feet, my fluffy blanket, the pillow i'm leaning on and your hands around me."

she smiles softly at you. "three things you can hear?"

"i hear your voice. a–and the faint noise from the ac and i can also hear bucky's breathing." you look up at the man and he smiles sheepishly at you, standing around awkwardly. you gave him a small smile back.

"two things you can smell?"

"i can smell my own shampoo..and my room's air freshener." you told her more calmly now, feeling the panic attack already going away.

"one thing you want to taste?"

"i wanna taste wanda's blueberry pancakes." you pout and the two adults couldn't help but chuckle. "you can have them in the morning. right now you need to sleep so you can have the energy to devour them tomorrow, okay?" you nod at the woman as she tucks you in.

not long after, you fell asleep. she then presses a kiss to your forehead before leaving with a less worried bucky now. and sure enough, the next morning, wanda made you blueberry pancakes.

"okay, so what? we all need someone to help us through panic attacks?" nat rolls her eyes. "did you miss the part where i came in and tried to help but she specifically asked for you? she needed you, nat."

"guys, i... i love her with my whole heart but she has all of us. i don't wanna make her feel like she's restricted to only one of us. you all love her too," nat reasons.

"yes but she doesn't have anyone to call her mum and frankly, i think you'd be perfect for it." wanda encourages the older woman.

"i—" before she could continue, her phone rang loudly and she thanked whoever it was that called her because now she didn't have to make up excuses about her doubt of becoming your official mother.

iv.

she looks down at the caller id, sighing when it was you, meaning the team had more against her now. of course she didn't mind you calling her, you could call her when she'd be asleep after a mission and she'd still pick up with a smile on her face. but it was the fact that the whole team could see how she softened when she realised it was you who called that bothered her. she really didn't want them to let her have hopes that you'd accept her as your mother.

"bub?" she said into the phone and half the team smirked at her while the other half gave her knowing smiles. "aren't you supposed to be on your way to school?"

"yeah but uh are you busy right now? i um, i need you."

nat immediately stands up, worry etched onto her face and the team frowned at this. "what happened? are you okay?"

"you know how i told happy i wanted to walk to school today? yeah, i just remembered why i don't walk to school anymore."

"what do you mean? what happened? are you hurt? did someone hurt you?" she bombards you with questions out of worry. at this point, the team had also stopped their chatter and teasing looks, equally worried for your well-being.

"yeah, i am. wait, maybe not. i mean, i was just being dramatic but uh, i tripped on who-knows-what and now i have a sprained ankle. i can't walk now so i'm standing in an alley right now so i'm not in the way of people. can you come get me?"

nat sighs in relief, thankful that it wasn't anything that she was thinking of. "you are unbelievable, y/n." she chuckles in disbelief at your clumsiness. "can you tell me where you are? i'll come get you now. i'll have the school know you're not coming today." you told her your location and she immediately leaves after telling the team what happened to you.

you were expecting nat to call again, to tell you she was around the corner but instead you heard a whoosh of air beside your head, followed by a crack sound. your head followed the sound, eyes widening when you saw that a dart had struck the wall beside your head. you looked ahead, trying to see where that came from.

if it hadn't been for your fast reflexes being an avenger for the past few years, you probably wouldn't have ducked in time when another dart came flying right for your head. "what the hell?" you grunted, staying low but still looking around for the source. you squinted when you looked up, the sun blazing but you managed to catch a glimpse of a man on a rooftop nearby. he had blonde hair and was dressed in all black, donning a same coloured mask that covered the bottom half of his face.

"you had one job! how could you miss her twice?!" the blonde hears his colleague hiss in his ear through the earpiece. "i'm sorry! i'm no hawkeye, how was i supposed to get her in one try?!" he scolds back.

"you didn't even get her in two!"

"shut up and just let me work! you're distracting me!"

"hurry because i see the redheaded one nearing the alley. boss'll kill us if he finds out we didn't get her in her vulnerable state."

"i'm trying, i'm trying!" the blonde closes one eye, his sight now locked on your crouched state. he saw you move once you saw him and he cursed under his breath, his weapon following your movements. "she's moving!"

"just take the shot and be done with it! you have to go now!"

and shoot he did. after he shot the dart gun, he immediately fled but it wasn't like you were going to be able to chase him down or anything. a scream left your lips as a dart pierced through your skin, right under your shoulder.

you dropped down to the ground, right in the middle of the alleyway. you cried when you felt the burn in your flesh. you had been stabbed multiple times before with much bigger objects so why did this feel different?

"y/n?! is that you?!" you heard nat's voice yell from a small distance away. "i'm here," you croaked out, feeling your body grow weaker at an alarming rate.

"oh my god, bub, why are you on the ground? it's dirty, c'mon let's get you up. which foot did you sprain?" she places both her hands under your arms, pulling you up on your feet before accidentally dropping you back when you let out a shriek, crying out in pain.

"oh my god, did i hit your ankle? are you okay?" nat assumed that your tear-stained face was because of your sprained ankle but then you wheezed, your eyes drooping the longer she stood there.

your right hand slowly reached across your left shoulder, the butt of the dart sticking out of your skin now in between your shaking fingers. nat's eyes followed your hand movement's, a gasp leaving her lips.

"y/n, what happened?!" she panicked but before she could even get an answer from you, you had already blacked out. her eyes widened, knowing it was the dart because why else would you pass out that quick from a simple penetration in the shoulder. you had dealt with much worse than that and she knew your tolerance level.

she took off your bag, careful to not move the dart. she then placed her hands under your knees and behind your back, easily picking your unconscious body up and rushing back to the tower.

when she arrived, she was met with many confused yet concerned looks from the tower staff, seeing the black widow, rushing in with the youngest avenger unconscious in her arms. they had seen you leave the tower for school about half an hour ago so they knew something must've happened on the way.

"get bruce in the hospital wing. tell him it's urgent." she tells the woman working the front desk, hurrying into the elevator and telling FRIDAY to get her to the floor she so desperately wanted to arrive at quicker. black lines appeared on the left side of your neck, slowly spreading to the right side and she assumed it was from that damned dart in your left shoulder.

"natasha! what's wrong? they said it was an emergency," the doctor spoke in a panicked voice when nat entered, immediately going quiet when he saw you in her arms, neck lined with seemingly black veins.

nat laid you down on the surgery table, frown growing when black lines steadily spread to your arms now. though she was too worried to think, she managed to at least tell bruce what was outwardly wrong with you.

"dart. left shoulder." she blurted, incapable of forming proper sentences now that she had seen more of you. the black lining your skin got her speechless and anxious. bruce got ready with medical gloves, removing the dart from your flesh before analysing the pattern of your skin. it looked familiar.

"FRIDAY, get tony down here. it's urgent."

"bruce, please, what's wrong with her?" she cried, tears now freely streaming down her face. she didn't cry much in front of anyone but when it came to you, you always managed to get her to do just that.

"hey, what's going on? FRIDAY said there was an emergency here, who's hurt?" nat heard tony's panicked voice but she didn't make an effort to reply. her gaze was fixed on only you.

tony's jaw dropped, frowning when he saw you on the bed, upper body covered in black lines. "what the hell happened?!"

tony stepped beside bruce, taking a closer look at your skin. his frown deepened. "wait, it looks like.."

"yeah, looks exactly like when you had palladium instead of vibranium in your arc reactor."

"does that mean—"

"palladium's been running through her veins for about twenty minutes now. FRIDAY, how high is her blood toxicity level?" bruce asks, sampling a drop of your blood from when he took out the dart.

"53% and it is still steadily increasing."

"tony, at the rate it's going, if she's not treated in the next fifteen minutes or so, she'll.." bruce pauses, not wanting to say it out loud.

"no, she just needs lithium dioxide. that's how fury and i cured your palladium poisoning, tony." nat finally speaks.

"SHIELD probably has them but they're all the way in dc. they're not gonna reach here in time," tony states solemnly, reaching over to move your hair out of your face, looking down at you sadly.

but he was immediately pulled aside, nat grabbing his collar and looking him straight in the eyes. "you have your stupid iron suits that can probably travel faster than the speed of sound if you try. you can go down there yourself and get the damn thing. i swear to god, tony, i'm literally going to destroy those stupid suits myself if you don't put them to good use." nat threatens, glaring at the billionaire.

tony's eyes widened, the genius having not thought about nat's idea yet. "yeah, yeah, you're right, i'll go now."

he left immediately and nat approached your bed hesitantly, not wanting to see the black lines making home on the skin on your upper body. "do you think tony'll make it back in time?" she sniffles and bruce's worried frown on his face softened. "of course he will. he won't let anything happen to y/n. we won't let anything happen to y/n." he assured her.

there was nothing they could do now but wait for tony to come back with the lithium dioxide. nat sat beside your bed, hands gingerly grasping one of your own. despite the black staining it, nat held it to her face and her tears rolled past the back of your hand.

bruce decided to give her some privacy, opting to inform the whole team of the situation instead of standing around idly.

nat pulled your hand away from her face, rubbing her thumb over the back of it, crying even more at the sight in front of her. "y/n, please. i've never told you this but i need you." she pauses, breathing in shakily. "i've always needed you and i'll always need you. you can't leave me, please. you said i could go on with life without you but you're so wrong, y/n. you're the reason i'm still here and you're the reason i still want to be here. if you're not here then it's as if i have no reason, no purpose. i need you, y/n. so much more than i'd like to admit. heck, probably much more than you need me. so please, don't leave me. i can't do this without you." nat sobs out, watching the patterns on your skin spreading and growing bolder.

at this point, the whole team had now gathered outside of the room, watching nat cry over you. they wanted so bad to get a closer look at their beloved baby avenger but they respected nat and instead, waited for her to finish talking to you. once she stood up and looked around, bruce knew she was done so he entered, followed by the team.

"status, FRIDAY?" bruce asks, sampling a bit of your blood again. "blood toxicity at 96% now."

the team looked your unconscious body in apprehension, some crying and some worried out of their minds.

"goddamnit! where the hell is stark?!" nat growled. her eyes were now puffy after having spent the last half an hour crying. the team had never seen her lose her cool like this but they figured why.

as if on cue, tony's iron man suit crashed through the windows of the room but he couldn't care less. his main priority was to get to you quickly. in his hand was a silver briefcase that he passed to bruce.

bruce opened the case before wasting no time in plunging the syringe containing lithium dioxide, your supposed cure, into you. immediately, the black patterns on your skin started disappearing. it was slow but noticeable. it started from the tips of your fingers, going up towards your neck.

everyone sighed in relief, and to tony's surprise, nat hugged him tightly. "thank you. you have no idea how much this means to me." she whispers. tony pats her back gently. "hey, i care about her too, okay? of course i'd do this for her. any one of us would."

nat smiles at him when she let him go, turning back to you and almost crying out in joy when your skin had finally turned back to normal. she let the medical assistants set your bed up and handle your sprained ankle before going back to sit by you. the team left her alone with you once again.

it was only about an hour later did you wake up, squinting when bright lights shone down on you. you moved around but you felt hands around your left and you heard a familiar voice.

"and remember when you dragged wanda to pull that prank on me with you and after you did, i grounded you like i was your mum or something?" you hear her chuckle, still not noticing that you've woken up.

"i didn't mind, though. frankly, i don't think i would ever mind if you continued acting like my mother or something," you spoke and she immediately tore her gaze from your hands, looking at you, now wide awake.

"bub!" she hugs you so tightly you didn't think you could breathe. you still returned the hug though, laughing. "i was worried you might still have some palladium in your bloodstream."

"wait, palladium?" you asked her in shock. "yeah, the dart that got you in that alley, it contained palladium. it's highly toxic so we used lithium dioxide to counter it. speaking of the dart, i'm going to find out who did this to you and they're never going to see the light of day for putting us through all of this." nat says, disturbingly calm.

"yeah...you do that," you tell her, slightly scared. "but palladium? in my blood? how cool is that? i had literal metal in my blood! i could've become like tony but like...palladium woman or something." you said excitedly.

"you do know we already have metal in our blood, right bub?" nat questions in amusement. "oh." you say dumbly. "and palladium don't belong in our body and you literally almost died because of it." your mouth opened but no words came out.

"speaking of, can you please not do that again? i really thought i was gonna lose you." she whispers, stroking your hair. "oh yeah, of course. i'll just announce to the whole world to not target the youngest avenger," you joke, smile dropping when nat gave you a stern look.

"nat, being part of the avengers at my age undoubtedly means i'll be a target for the bad people out there, but i don't care because while i get to kick ass, i know all of you have my back when it's my ass that's kicked. and i think that's the best part of being an avenger; the sense of security i get having you amazing people as my teammates." you tell her honestly and she smiles softly.

"oh come here you," she pulls you in for another hug but this time it's better because you could still breathe. you make yourself comfortable, snuggling into her.

"did you mean it?" she asked and you look up at her in confusion. "mean what?"

"when you said you wouldn't mind me acting like your mother."

"of course i do, you're like the mother i never had. i wouldn't even mind you being my actual mother." you say without a second thought, eyes widening when you realised what you had said. you swore under your breath, knowing you've just made it awkward between you two.

"i– really?" despite the teams efforts to make her see the truth, it was much more meaningful when she heard you say it yourself. "y–yeah.." you admit sheepishly.

"then you wouldn't mind if i actually adopted you?" she asks carefully, gauging your reaction. your jaw dropped, eyes going wide once again. "are you serious?!"

"yeah." she smiles at you fondly. "no! of course i won't mind!" you hug her tightly, tears forming in your eyes. you had gone all your life without parents so this was a huge thing for you. not only were you going to finally have a mother, but the most amazing woman you knew was going to be your mother.

"mum?" you tested the title, smiling when she acknowledged it. you were now crying in joy.

"hey, don't cry." she soothes you, running a hand up and down your back. "no, no, i'm just so happy. this is the best day of my life." you tell her. "me too, bub."

you stayed in her arms until you fell back asleep, nat tucking you in before going back to sit down on the chair. she looked down at you fondly.

sure, she was scared of the big step she was about to take with you but she had you with her and she knew that was enough. "i love you, y/n." she whispers, planting a kiss on the side of your head.

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