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allmoshnobrain · 8 months

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 18 of ? | masterpost

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His words hit me like a punch in the stomach. I knew Dave wouldn't like the idea of me reconnecting with Cliff, James, and Lars. But I didn't expect him to be so shaken by it. Dave, who had always been kind to me, who had protected me from everything and everyone, was now staring at me like I'd double-crossed him. Actually, it was worse – like he was straight-up disgusted by me.

✦ summary: Amid the hustle and bustle of life in Los Angeles, Nore finds herself torn between her loyalty and love for Dave and the longing she feels for her old life in San Francisco and her friends.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, romance, fluff, angst

✦ a/n: Hello! It took me a while to post this new chapter, I haven't been able to keep a consistent posting schedule lately because I've been real busy but here it is! Apparently Ao3 is down again, so I haven't posted this one there yet, but I will upload the fic there as soon as it's back! A lot happens in this part so I hope you guys like it, feedbacks are always welcome ❤

Life with Dave had settled into a comfortable rhythm, even amidst the constant energy of our bohemian neighborhood. It was eye-opening how my interactions with the boys, particularly Dave, had shaped me since the start of the year. I was taken aback by the reflection in the mirror, where a more mature version of myself stared back; I had chopped off my hair after my birthday, trading long locks for a shoulder-length cut.

The shyness that had accompanied my arrival in San Francisco had been replaced by a quiet resolve. The parties in Los Angeles were far more chaotic than what I was used to, and I quickly needed to adjust myself to the new scene. Despite my denial, I found myself drinking more than ever before and soon started carrying a pocketknife with me wherever I went. Not that I needed to use it, anyway; everyone knew that Dave would be more than ready to pick a fight with anyone who dared to bother me.

Dave's whole idea of jumpstarting a new band wasn't exactly going according to plan. He'd rounded up some friends to jam with since he got back to California, but things hadn't really moved past that point. Plus, they were still on the hunt for a bassist. But all of this was about to change.

I woke up one Monday to this crazy loud music blasting. I squinted, puzzled, as I glanced around and realized I was alone in bed. I scrunched up my face, feeling a throbbing headache creep in — Dave and I had knocked back way more drinks than we should've the day before, so I could tell a killer hangover was looming.

"What. The. FUCK!" I heard Dave's voice shout from the living room. Scrunching up my brows, I dragged myself up to see what the commotion was all about. And then it hit me: the racket I was hearing was some bass guitar being played at full blast. It took me a sec, but I finally caught on to the tune — it was the bassline from "Running With the Devil" by Van Halen.

"Dave, what's the deal?" I managed to say, my voice thick with sleepiness. I noticed him standing by the living room window, his face all riled up. He turned my way, the annoyance softening as his eyes met mine.

"And now the asshole woke up my girl too," he muttered, disgruntled, making his way over to me. He pulled me into a hug, planting kisses on my cheeks and then on my lips, prompting a small chuckle from me. "Hey. Sorry about that. Our new neighbor is a real jerk."

"They're definitely making a statement with that volume," I mumbled, still half in dreamland, my headache not improving with the noise. "Ever thought about just closing the window?"

"I've got a different plan," he said, dropping his voice a notch, easing his grip before stepping back. He picked up an empty beer bottle from the table, and I raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the windowsill, giving the bottle a solid toss towards the window below. "Shut the hell up, already!"

Miraculously, this time, the noise actually stopped. Dave looked at me, letting out a sheepish laugh. I bit my lip, trying to stifle my laughter.

"Damn, Dave. I hope they don't come up here to beat you up."

"They can try," he answered, his laughter low and warm, his arm finding its way around my waist as he planted a kiss on my cheek. "Let's just get back to sleeping."

I didn't bother when he guided me to bed, and we laid down; it was still pretty early. I was almost drifting off to sleep again when a knock on the door disrupted the calm. I opened my eyes, giving a frustrated groan, and Dave mumbled as he got up to answer.

"Hey, know where we can grab smokes?" a guy's voice came from outside.

"There's a store on the corner," Dave replied shortly before closing the door with a thud. He returned to bed soon after, pulling me close in a tight embrace, his face nuzzling my neck.

He had barely settled when there was another knock on the door.

"Fuck off!" he muttered, annoyed, yanking a pillow to cover his head. I got up to answer the door, my headache intensifying, my patience wearing thin.

“Oh, hey,” I was met with a grin from a tall boy, around my age. He had brown hair and was rocking a Kiss t-shirt under a worn leather jacket. His buddy, dressed in a similar style, watched with interest. “Can I talk with your... uh, boyfriend?”

“Uh, he's…” I was gonna say that Dave was sleeping, but he beat me to it. He swung the door open and glared at the two guys, not hiding his annoyance.

“What do you jerks need?”

“Hey,” the guy greeted, not seeming bothered by Dave's standoffish vibe. “So, you old enough to score us some beer?”

I glanced at Dave and caught a hint of a smirk on his face. He still looked annoyed, but the boy's persistence seemed to impress him a bit.

“Well,” Dave said. “You're growing on me, kid. Gimme a sec.”

He snagged his leather jacket, wallet, and keys, giving me a quick goodbye before heading out with the guys. I sighed, pretty sure sleep wasn't coming back to me, and decided to get changed and freshen up.

They rolled back in a while later, arms loaded with crates of beer. Turned out the boy's name was also David — Ellefson — and his friend went by Greg. David was a bit younger than me, and he was the one who had been playing bass at full volume in the morning. Funny thing, Dave seemed to have dropped his earlier annoyance. Actually, as they got talking, it was clear they were getting along really well.

I split for work a few hours later, leaving them chatting and drinking. When I got back home that night, I found Dave more pumped than I'd seen him in ages. He hadn't paid much attention to Greg, but I could tell he had really clicked with David.

"Thinking of roping him into the band," he told me, grin wide. "He's cool, and damn good on that bass. I think this might be it."

I grinned back and agreed. Back then, I had no clue about what lay ahead. No idea this was the inception of Megadeth, the big project that'd define Dave's future. I was just happy to finally see things going well for him. And to finally see him making some new friends — that's exactly what he needed right then.

A few days later, I was fixing up something for lunch before heading to work when my phone rang.

"Hey there, Nore," Cliff's voice chimed in when I picked up, and I raised my eyebrows in surprise. We hadn't talked since my birthday, even though I'd catch up with what they were doing through Leanne once in a blue moon.

"Hey, Cliff. What's up? Why the sudden call?"

"Oh, thanks for the warm welcome," he retorted with a hint of sarcasm. "Can't a cousin catch up anymore?"

A faint blush spread across my cheeks.

"My bad. Of course, you can," I said, secretly relieved that Dave wasn't around. He hadn't exactly been very happy lately when Lars, Cliff, and James were brought up.

“Relax,” he answered, in his usual laid back way. “Actually, I've got an invite for you. We're on tour, and we're swinging back to San Francisco…”

“Hold up a sec, what?” I cut in. “You're on tour? What about the album?”

“Album's out already.”

“And no one bothered to clue me in.”

“Figured you already got the memo.”

“How would I, if you didn't bother giving me one?” I frowned, a bit ticked off. Cliff let out a sigh.

“Fine, my bad. Look, money's been a bit tight, so I couldn't exactly ring you up all the time. But we've got a gig in San Francisco next Saturday. Wanted to see if you'd wanna come.”

I chewed on my lip, pausing for a moment. Of course, I totally wanted to go. Despite the whole mess with the guys after Dave got kicked out, I couldn't deny they were still my friends. More than that – Cliff was family, and it'd been weeks since we saw each other. LA was a whirlwind, but it sure got lonesome at times. But I didn't want to upset Dave about this. Something told me he wouldn't exactly cheer if I said I wanted to hit up a Metallica gig right now.

“Cliff, I'm not sure,” I said. “It's just… Dave…”

“Screw Dave, Nore. You worry too much about him,” he shot back, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "And seriously, everyone's been missing you. Please?”

I sighed. I knew I might get into trouble for this, but how bad could it be? It was just a concert, after all.

"Okay, fine, I'm in. But only 'cause I've been missing you guys," I caved. "So where's this gig gonna happen?"

"At The Stone. Lea's gonna be there too, you can crash at her place if you need."

"I'll hit her up later. Catch you at the gig then?"

"Count on it."

“Missed you,” I mumbled before he hung up, and he chuckled.

“Yeah, me too.”

“Geez, Nore! You look like hell.”

I squinted at Pat, trying to stifle a yawn as I met her blue gaze. Patricia, my co-worker, was the spawn of Roger Anderson, the boss at my new job in a downtown LA record store. She was a bit younger than me, and we clicked fast after realizing we were both crazy about pretty much the same bands. Thanks to work, we'd become good friends over the past two months.

“Hey there, Pat,” I dumped my bag behind the counter. It was early afternoon and I'd just walked in for my shift, but I couldn't wait to get back home; that night had been a difficult one. “Mornin' to you too.”

“Good morning,” Pat greeted, giving me a curious look. “Rough night?”

“Yeah, kinda... a lot on my mind,” I mumbled, seizing the quiet moment with no customers to leaf through a Kerrang! magazine lying on the counter.

“Is this about your boyfriend again? You're always worried about him,” she quipped, heading to the small kitchen in the back. I let out a soft chuckle. “Here you go,” she plunked a coffee mug down in front of me. I closed my eyes for a second, inhaling the rich scent rising from the freshly brewed drink. “To help you wake up.”

“Thanks,” I yawned, taking a sip. She grinned, snagging a chair beside me behind the counter, flipping open the magazine as well.

"He's like, so handsome," Pat swooned, her tone dreamy. I peered above my coffee mug at the magazine she was flipping through; her attention was glued to photos of the Thin Lizzy guitarist. "Think I stand a chance?"

"To find out, you'd need to actually meet the guy," I chuckled. She grumbled, faceplanting onto her crossed arms, then shot me a look with her bright blue eyes.

"So, what's with the insomnia?" she asked. I let out a sigh.

"It's just... You remember Dave was in the same band as my cousin, right?"

"Yeah, and then they booted him out and you got super pissed," she pointed out. I gave a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, that. But now they're coming back to California, and my cousin invited me to catch their next gig. I wanna go, but..."

"You haven't dropped the news on Dave yet?"

I shook my head, thoughtful, draining the last of my coffee.

"He took everything really hard," I mumbled, my voice low. "I'm not even sure if he'll be cool with me wanting to go."

"But you do wanna go, right?" she questioned, stretching her arms before picking up my now-empty mug. "I mean, from what you've shared, you and your cousin are super tight. You shouldn't ditch seeing him just because of your boyfriend. You gotta talk it out with Dave, he'll get it."

I absentmindedly nodded, letting out a sigh. Pat was hitting the nail on the head with that one: I did wanna go. I missed Cliff big time, but it wasn't just that. I missed San Francisco and my friends too. Life with Dave was great, and Los Angeles was a whole new chaotic, bustling universe, but sometimes I also felt kind of lonely.

I just hoped Dave could understand that.

Later, when I finally got back home, I was welcomed by the sound of Dave's guitar as he played. I closed the door, tossed my bag on the couch, and headed into the bedroom. There he was, sitting on the bed, his guitar in his lap, and a half-finished joint chilling in the ashtray on the bedside table.

"Hey there," I greeted, and my smile matched his as he glanced up, his grin growing even bigger at the sight of me. He got up, setting the guitar down, and came my way.

"Hey," he said. I chuckled softly as he wrapped an arm around my waist, planting kisses on my lips and then my neck. "How was your day?"

"Same as usual," I answered, letting out a little giggle as he nuzzled into my neck, pulling me close. "And yours?"

"Same as usual," he pulled away, looking at me with a smile, his eyes flickering to my lips in a way that made my heart race. "Thinking about hitting the shower. You're welcome to join if you're up for it…"

“Oh, um, Dave…” I started, my voice kind of shaky with nerves. If possible, I'd rather handle the whole concert talk with him later. But after Pat's pep talk, I knew if I didn't tackle it now, I'd never get around to it. Dave looked at me, curious. “There's something I wanted to talk about…”

“Huh? Did I mess up or something?” he asked, a smile on his face, though I could sense the worry behind it due to my uncertain tone.

“No, not at all,” I muttered, then took a deep breath. “It's just that... Cliff called a few days ago,” I paused as his brow creased, but there was no going back now. “They're playing a gig in San Francisco. I thought about going…”

Dave's brows knit together, his expression shifting as he sort of pulled away, his gaze fixing on me with a weighty silence. I met his eyes, my heart doing a somersault in my chest. I figured he wouldn't take the news super well, but that wasn't exactly the reception I was hoping for.

“You want to go see Metallica,” he finally spoke up, his voice low and devoid of emotion.

“I want to see Cliff…”

“Oh, not James and Lars?” he quipped, a touch of bitter sarcasm lacing his words.

“Dave…”

“Nore, remember they showed me the exit door? No warning. No second chances. And now you wanna kick it with 'em?” he seemed more incredulous than anything, incredulous and hurt, which only made the situation worse. He shook his head, like he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing, running a hand through his hair and looking at me, torn between disappointment and anger. “Damn it, Nore. I can't tell if you're being dumb or if you just don't love me anymore.”

I couldn't react, I just stood there in silence as tears welled up in my eyes. This wasn't fair. I had chosen him. I had distanced myself from my cousin and my friends for him. I had stood by him from the beginning. Somehow, I had expected him to be angry, but not like this. Cliff and I would butt heads all the time, sure, but me and Dave? This stung way more than I'd ever figured it could.

“Dave, seriously... This isn't playing fair,” I managed to get out, my voice breaking as a sob hitched a ride on the tears that were falling. I could see it all hit him, the weight of what he'd just said settling in his eyes, a mix of horror and regret. But the moment had passed, the words hung in the air, and now there was no going back. I shook my head as I turned around to leave the apartment.

“Nore. Wait up, Nore!” Dave's voice hurried after me, his grip on my arm pulling me to a halt just before I could duck out completely. I tried to rein in the tears that were breaking through, causing me to sob and tremble. “Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I really didn't…”

“I'm right here with you!” I shot back, my voice shaking like crazy, not as strong as I'd like, but definitely loud enough to make a point. “Fuck, Dave. You think I'm some kinda idiot for wanting to see my friends? I've got no one else – my parents practically booted me, my old Long Beach friends act like I've got the plague.” I edged away, the words tumbling out in a jumble, trying to stem the flood of tears. I looked into his brown eyes and saw them gazing at me, filled with pain. “Metallica was all I fucking had too! Do you want to snatch that away from me? You think I'd be standing here if I didn't love you?”

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice sounding more fragile than I'd ever heard, as he pulled me into a tight embrace. "I'm a fucking idiot. I'm really sorry."

"You're everything I've got too," I murmured, my sobs gradually calming down as I buried my face into his chest. "Just... Please don't make me choose, Dave. I can't, I really can't."

"It's okay. I'm sorry," he soothed, his fingers softly running through my hair, his voice quivering as he held me close against him. "I love you. So damn much. Please, don't leave me. Stay here with me."

"I'm not leaving you," I sniffled, finally managing to get a grip on my tears. He rested his forehead against mine, his pained eyes locking onto mine. "I'm here because I love you. But you've got to trust me, Dave."

"I do trust you, Nore. For real. I'm sorry," he whispered, seeming relieved now that I was starting to calm down. "Of course you can go. You don't need my permission. It's just... I can't face them anymore. I need to be something, Nore. If I fail, if I'm just a loser…”

“Dave, you're not a loser. You're an amazing guitarist, remember? Didn't I tell you that when we first got together?" I cut in, and he let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, and you also mentioned I was really handsome," he quipped, and I laughed, a shaky laugh that still carried the traces of tears. He looked at me for a moment before adding: "I don't think you're dumb, by the way. You're the smartest girl I've ever met."

“You haven’t met many girls, have you?” I mumbled, and he rolled his eyes.

"Hush, Burton," he grumbled before leaning in to kiss me.

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annahxredaxted · 1 year

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Sickly in love.

Pairs: Aaron/smartass

Tw: medicine I guess/ kinda angsty

Genre: fluff/sick comfort from our favorite asshole <3 (also ADHD comfort; or hyperactivity; call it what you will)

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“Here, tea. Drink it.” Aaron said, not bothering to elaborate further.

“Aaron I swear I’m- f-fi-Achoo!” They sneezed mid sentence, on Aaron no less

“Sorry.” They mumbled apologetically

“It’s- ew. It’s fine.” He muttered that line in-between

Smartass had a coughing fit for about 13 seconds straight, when they were done sounding like they were dying, they re-situated themselves on the couch, after they did, they sighed- dramatically no less

Aaron raised an eyebrow. Knowing their tricks; knowing they didn’t actually mean that sigh.

“What?” He asked arrogantly to his partner who was pulling all the strings, stuck in a constant facade.

“If only I had a handsome, sexy, boyfriend to cuddle with me..” they said dramatically draping a hand over their eyes

“If only.” He retorted; the immediate glare was enough for him, to put the tea cup down and slither around, wrapping around his ill partner.

“Mmm…,” they groaned adjusting themselves around him “,you feel nice..” they finally say, snuggling their head on his chest.

“Glad I could help.” He said, running his fingers through their hair.

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“Elementary my dear Watson!”

The rather sleepy pair of lovers we’re currently cuddled up on the couch. The sound of the great adventures of Sherlock playing blissfully in the background, while Smartass was talking at a mile a minute about the most random shit.

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“I’m just saying, I think blue cheese is underrated!” They said to their disgusted boyfriend

“I think the meds are getting to your brain.” He said making a weird face, absolutely horrified that they would even eat that, whilst rethinking every time he’d kissed them.

“Aaron!,” they whined “stop being mean to me!” They said groaning, which turned into a high pitched voice whine

“I’m not. Your just being plain nasty.” He said putting his hand over their mouth playfully to shut them up.

“Stopppppp” they said muffled under his big hand

“Not until you stop taking about the most random shit every two milliseconds.” He said wryly

“I am not! Plus it’s not like your even paying attention to the goddam movie!” They exclaimed making hand gestures at the television screen

“I would if you wouldn’t be a goddamn nuisance all the fucking time, Goddamit your annoying.” He said glaring at the tv, avoiding eye contact.

With that noted they shut up, kinda upset he called them that, knowing he was half kidding. Half not so much.

His eyes burst open realizing he’d snapped again, knowing they weren’t gonna say anything, knowing they took that as a sign to shut the fuck up and stop annoying him. And he fuckin hated how he was the only person in the god damn world who could shut them up. He hated it.

He slowly moved his eyes to look at them, not moving his head. Just eyes. Fearing their sadness and anger, probably frustration..

“Sorry.” He muttered.

“S’ okay.” They muttered back

He was working on it okay? His bitchyness he was working on it, he knew being a complete and total asshole wasn’t a desirable trait in a guy. And he really shouldn’t behave like that to his partner, the love of his life, who was sick no less.But nevertheless he was working on it.

At least that was what he was telling himself..

And they knew they pushed his buttons to hard. They’d yelled; it was playful but they still got out of hand, got too excited and had been hyper; they’d gotten so caught up in being sick, that maybe they’d forgotten to take their meds. Maybe they were just forgetful in general. But it’s not like they were trying to; They really didn’t want to be this way but they really couldn’t help it, they’ve done a lot to improve but nobody was perfect

‘Especially not me.’

They mused to themselves quietly, looking at the Movie with slightly more focus than last time, trying not to annoy him any more then they knew they already had.

—-

It had been 23 minutes since he’d done that and they’d stopped talking, they’d stopped having playful conversations, they stopped joking about cheese and movies and actually shut up.

Aaron tried to play it off as ‘Maybe their just too tired to argue. Maybe their sleepy. Ya that’s it, their sleepy.’

But they were wide awake. Occasionally chuckling at the screen.eyes widening when a intense scene came on. Making a goofy face anytime someone said something stupid.

Aaron loved their reactions to certain movies. Sherlock especially. But his heart was still pounding with thought of how he should actually apologize. Not some crappy obligatory ‘sorry’ but like actually

7 minutes went by as he thought out what he was gonna say. 7 whole minutes of smartass feeling horrible about the way they were. 7 minutes of Aaron’s remorse pounding in his heart to his stomach.

“S- uh, babe?” He said slowly turning his head to them.

“Yeah?” They said retaliating, a slight pout on their face.

“I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have, called you a nuisance, and annoying, your not annoying I was just annoyed. I’m sorry, please forgive me.” He said as if it were a question, his entire face filled with apologetic expressions

Smartass felt an overwhelming sensation of happiness, that maybe he wasn’t all that mad at them. They smiled a big toothy grin and his heart felt like it was about to explode out of his chest.

“I forgive you, it’s okay really I get it. Thanks for being patient with me, sometimes.” They said holding their hands out for a hug.

He quickly hugged them, burying his face into the crook of their neck, leaving a light kiss there.

“I love you..” he whispered into their ear.

“I la-la Achoo!,” they sniffled “,love you too.”

“Ew..” he said wiping his cheek off.

“Opps, Sorry.” They said with an apologetic smile

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kazanskyy · 2 years

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hey what if *greg* were a mouse? what then

if greg were turned into a mouse i think he’d have a real terrible time of it at first. depending on how/where it happened i think whatever journey it took to get him to tom would be an arduous one. maybe he has to make his way to tom’s office and by the time he gets there, after dodging cleaning staff all night, he collapses on tom’s desk in exhaustion and passes right out. he’s woken up by the sound of someone retching and is promptly swept into a trashcan by a newspaper. it’s only his panicked squeaks and pleas to tom that save his life because tom straight up thought there was a dead rat on his desk.

once he’s under tom’s care things definitely improve for greg, but he’s too embarrassed to tell tom what the curse conditions were. he knows no one’s in love with him and he's definitely not gonna be able to woo anyone now, so. he’s just gotta make his peace with it. plus, tom lets him ride around everywhere on his shoulder, which greg actually enjoys quite a bit, so it’s not all bad!

tom, however, is beside himself about greg’s current state. he’s never not thinking about how to get his greg back. mouse!greg caretaking and research takes up nearly all of tom’s free time and if there was ever a chance of him and shiv working things out, that’s shot straight to hell when shiv makes an off-color joke about their condo having a rodent problem and tom reacts like she’s asked him to kill greg in cold blood. it’s not pretty. greg witnesses the whole fight while clinging nervously to tom’s shoulder.

afterwards, tom goes to greg’s apartment (at greg’s suggestion) to cool off for the night. greg feels bad (perhaps not as bad as he should feel, though) that tom and shiv had such a blowout fight about him of all things, so he tries to cheer tom up.

it ends up turning into a bit of a vent session for tom: he’s laid out on his back on greg’s couch with greg sat earnestly and attentively on his chest - munching at the pieces of food tom passes to him - and he’s getting months worth of woes off his chest. he only stops when he notices greg starting to list a little to one side, mousey eyes blinking slow and sleepy after his feast of snacks.

tom carries greg to the bedroom in his palm and lays him on a pillow on the left side of the bed - unused for weeks now - before climbing in on the right side, surprised by his own exhaustion.

“thanks for listening to all that,” tom says softly.

“of course, dude,” greg says from his pillow. “anytime.” he blinks again, eyelids heavy, and lets out a little squeak when he yawns.

tom watches as greg paws weakly at the pillow before hunkering down, tail coming up to wrap around his tiny form.

“g’night, tom,” greg murmurs, whiskers twitching as his eyes fall closed.

“good night, greg,” tom whispers in the dark, gaze caught on the delicate movement of greg’s side - the expansion and retraction of his breath as it evens out into sleep.

when he says it, it doesn’t even register at first; it just slips out.

“i love you,” tom breathes.

there’s a shrill, startled squeak and then a light so bright tom thinks he’s gone permanently blind, before something heavy flops across his chest. a loud yelp fills the room.

when tom’s vision finally clears, he finds himself chest-to-chest with a red-faced, human greg.

“um,” greg stutters, wide-eyed, “hi.”

“greg?” tom’s hands come up to confirm that this isn’t a dream and yeah, that’s definitely one solid gregory hirsch human face. and neck. and shoulders. and back. and — “gregory. did you come back sans-clothes?”

greg’s blush deepens. “it, uh, it would seem so.”

“hm.”

tom doesn’t move his hands.

“i. i could. get some? clothes, i mean. if you, uh, let go?”

“no,” tom muses, hands sliding lower. he’s got a few ideas on what the curse conditions could’ve been, now, and he’s feeling bold. “no, i don’t think i will.”

“o-oh.” when greg swallows, it’s loud enough for tom to hear it. “okay. that’s cool, too.”

"oh, is it, now."

turns out it very much is.

#tomgreg #jesse pls feed us we're making mouse aus.#answered asks #succession #linds original

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kira-moonrabbit · 1 year

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the worst, best, funniest problem of mine...

so i bought a sun lamp recently, yeah? i wanted it because i dont get out much and typically keep my curtains closed cuz i dont have proper blinds for privacy, so my room is always dark and eerie no matter the time of day. figure a sunlamp will make me feel just a little bit better, and also i hear they improve bad sleep schedules.

but i was going through an extended nocturnal bout, and i kept waking up too late to use the sun lamp. but then i realize, wow, this thing is BRIGHT. And the button is easier to find when sleepy. and the light isnt a sickening shade of yellow...

so i use it at night as a normal lamp, yeah?

but now i've been nocturnal for way too long, much longer than i'm used to, and i'm starting to realize it might be because of my using my lamp at night to help me see better...

at least i'm feeling a teeny bit less sludgy no matter how weird i sleep. that's a definite plus.

#please use sun lamps responsibly. lest you end up like Nocturnal Georg over here #(points to self when i say nocturnal georg)

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baekxytocin · 1 year

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100 Days My Prince - Part 40

Part 40 – 61 Types Of Slimes

Fluff

Character:

Baekhyun

Reader

‘Improve their collaboration and creativity skills’

829 words

After video calling with your husband just now, you don’t feel sleepy yet. You decide to open YouTube and watch the KyoongTube videos they uploaded during his military service. When you open the channel, you are impressed that he has recorded a bunch of videos before his enlistment.

“I see…. No wonder hubby was always busy in the morning before he announced his enlistment last time” you talk to yourself.

As you surf through the channel, you stop by and watch one of his videos where he is dealing and mixing with the slimes.

“What flavours did he mix….” you keep watching the videos and you notice one of the flavours he picked was one of your favourite flavours too; the mango. “Oh! He picked mango!” you can’t help yourself but smile when he picked the flavours and mix them in the slime.

You let out your laugh when he accidentally heard and thought the staff’s voice was a ghost. You know that he gets scared easily, and it happens in your household sometimes, too.

You watch the video until the end. All of a sudden, you feel like you want to play with the slimes too since you never touch them before. “It’s okay, I’ll buy them after work tomorrow” and you go to sleep.

The next day, you go to the toy store after work. At first, you just want to buy for your own entertainment. However, as you browse through the slimes’ area, you suddenly get some ideas. You quickly buy some of them along with the colours, flavours and mixings and others, then you return home.

At night, you spend your time experimenting with the slimes; what is good to mix and what is not appropriate to include in the slimes. You found some suitable mixings when your husband is video calling you. You want to answer, but your hands are full of slimes. You are in a dilemma of whether to touch the phone screen with your bare hands or go wash your hands.

On the other hand, when you didn’t answer the call….

“Hmm? Where is she….” and he suddenly remembers something, then smiles widely on his own. “Don’t tell me she’s starting to get naughty again.” He simply sends the text. “Sweetheart, what are you doing now?”

You receive the text from him while you are still working on the slimes. You didn’t want to make him worry about your whereabouts, so you read them and hit the video call right away. When he answers your video call, you can see him staring at you while furrowing his eyebrows.

“Darling, what are you working on now?”

You didn’t answer him with words. Instead, you show him what you are doing now.

“Slimes? Why are you suddenly interested in the slimes?”

“Oh, I just watch your KyoongTube videos. I watch one of your videos about slimes. Then, when I go to the store after work, I have this kind of idea, and maybe you can use it during the service work” you try to suggest something to him.

“Oh? What is your idea, sweetie? Show me” he shows his interest as well.

“Well, I remember that you are going to kindergarten as part of your service work, right?” you can see him nodding at your question.

“So, I am thinking, to show them this activity, of mixing slimes. You know, when you collaborate with other people, the children can learn collaboration skills at a young age. Plus, they may develop creativity in mixing the slimes with other flavours, decorations, and others. So, these children can improve their collaboration and creativity skills, as is what is needed in the 21st Century Learning Framework. Oh, that way, you have more activities to do in kindergarten rather than just simply come and help clean their place, distribute the foods and so on” your husband is impressed with your ideas.

“Wow! I never think about this before. How come you can think of this? Wow, wow, wow” you are happy when Baekhyun gives you compliments.

“So far, I managed to have about…. Um…. 61 types of slimes? Here’s the sample” you show him one by one, and his eyes are wide open.

“Wow! What a nice slime, to be honest. I mean, I don’t have many ideas on how and what to mix in the slimes, so I just do it for fun and for the fans. Didn’t know you could pull it off. Wow, we should do this when I get back home at the weekend. Oh, in the meantime, maybe you can watch more of the KyoongTube videos, maybe you have more ideas that I can bring to the service work later” you nod in agreement; excited to hear that he will come home in a few days for the weekend rest, at the same time happy to help him in giving the ideas for the creative part to make his social work more memorable.

To be continued….

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40. I want to improve in using more synonyms. I want to improve in developing creative plot lines and also my grammar. But it’s fan fiction so I know it’s not perfect but what I can say is that I’ve definitely gotten better and it definitely helped my writing skills.

34. I’ve actually never felt emotional! As in like sad or teary eyed with my writing.

27. I prefer to write at night and late. I feel like I can focus because I’m not doing anything else and I can focus better. That’s if I’m not sleepy lol. Plus, it’s when I drink wine so whenever I’m a little tipsy it helps too lol

21. I have a lot of plots I would like to write but one that I’ve been really wanting to do lately is twins trading places to fool Erik in some way. Whether on is covering for the other, or whatever else.

13. When I was in high school for B5. I still have my story lol I wrote it down.

8. Lately more so one-shots or two part stories because I’m exploring with different plots and it’s easier. Series can be very hard to execute especially if you lose interest in it.

2. I don’t find any of my characters difficult to write. If I do my research and plot things out then I’m good.

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I have been doing personal training for about a month now (yes, expensive, but much cheaper than therapy and meds, which... how sad is that?) And I saw this car on my way to my first session. And it just... truly was a sign.

And of course, anything can be a sign if you want it to be. But I was truly in such a bad mental health spot, and I was like, I really don't want to go through the trouble of trying to find a therapist when... I've been through 14 different therapists over the years, and being bipolar means they usually want twice a week sessions, plus for you to be on mood stabilizers and whatever other meds (which means monthly appointments with a psychologist). Two therapists were really great, I did love them, but they were both so expensive and so far away. The rest were such a mixed bag. I had one therapist not believe me when I told her about a trauma while another therapist kept pressuring me to report the guy, which I wasn't going to do. And to me, therapy has never really been helpful - I do better just journaling through my thoughts and feelings.

And then meds - ugh. The first doctor I ever saw about meds was fantastic. He believed me about my trauma, he believed me about everything, he was actually the first to bring up "hm, are you sure this is just depression? Have you ever been diagnosed with bipolar?" He will forever have such a special place in my heart. But then other doctors... they act like you're being difficult when you complain about side effects or lecture you for not being on meds when they hear you have bipolar or they reduce you to a sobbing mess in the office because they refuse to believe you or even look up your chart to see that you're not lying about your history or they hear that you tend to have severe side effects to meds and are overly cautious with upping the dosage, so meds mostly just made me feel numb or sleepy and one kind of worked but it gave me such horrible eczema, I was literally scratching my skin off. And after trying all these different meds, I called it quits when one literally made me hallucinate - and I'm not someone who struggles with hallucinations, so that was terrifying.

And then idk. People hear "bipolar" and just... even healthcare professionals get alarmed when they hear that you're not in therapy and you're not on meds and treat you like you are just being difficult when you try to explain that those don't work for you. And no one believes you when you say you can manage it fine on your own.

Which is a very long, roundabout way to get around to being like, OK, my depression is getting really bad, but being active really, really helps me. And I need to get over this social anxiety thing and having someone there to hold you accountable and encourage you was really helpful to me before.

So, I got a personal trainer. Cheaper than therapy. And so much more helpful, for me, anyway.

And really... it has been so, so, so nice. It was exactly what I needed. He is nice, of course, it's part of his job to be. But it's not just him, it's the rest of the gym too. It's been the getting out and being active, and being active helps with stress and depression and anxiety so much by giving you a healthy outlet. I've had more positive interactions with other people in the past month than I have in forever - it gives me something to look forward to so much and makes me realize that people are mostly good, actually. It makes me realize my own capabilities and that if I am consistent, I am capable of growth and getting better. It makes me realize I'm good at things, like fashion (my gym outfits always get compliments), like my abs are strong (I have visible abs now!) and my legs are so strong, my personal trainer was shocked. My upper body is so weak, but it is stronger than it was, and continues to improve.

It helps me not regress into old eating disorder habits - something I was worried about with how they use a nutrition tracker. But if anything, my personal trainer has been looking at it and affirming that I mostly eat "good" (I hate assigning morality to food, but you know what I mean), but telling me I should be eating more than I am with how many calories I burn in my workouts. And with someone having an eye on your nutrition and telling you to eat more, it keeps that healthy relationship with food, which is a relief.

And truly, mentally, I'm still struggling a bit, but having goals at the gym, people I want to please like my trainer, something to look forward to like the sessions, and a healthy outlet for negative feelings, it's done wonders. And I'm making friends!!! Starting to, slowly!! And it's so nice!! I haven't had friends in years!

And I'm just so grateful that I'm in a position at the moment where I can afford this. Because my mental health was getting so bad. But this has helped more than therapy and meds has ever helped me. And I'm so thankful for that.

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stylessupremacy · 3 years

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The Help Of A Mother

I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a while. So I proof read it and decided to post it. This is just a small blurb, I do plan on eventually writing one shots and stuff like that. I’ve been extremely busy so I’m not making any promises when I’m going to be posting again but I’ll try to post as often as I can. And please leave feedback on this piece so I know what I need to improve on in my writing.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: just pure fluff :)

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"Daddy"

Harry slowly woke up hearing the voice of his daughter calling for him. Harry assumed his daughter was awake from her slumber and wanted to come and cuddle with Harry for a little bit like they always do on the weekends.

When Harry went to reach over to his nightstand where he kept the baby monitor, he was confused why he couldn't feel it. So he finally opened his tired, groggy eyes to realize the baby monitor wasn't there. Harry started to panic a little bit thinking he left it somewhere else besides in his bedroom.

"Daddy!" Harry heard his daughter calling for him again but she sounded way too close, for her to be in her nursery.

Harry rolled over and was met with his baby girl looking back at him.

"Daddy!" Harper chirped and slung her arms around his neck.

"Hey bug," he said in his deep, raspy, sleep-filled voice, while he rubbed Harper's back and gave her a kiss.

After a few minutes of the two cuddling together, one question came to mind for Harry.

"Hey love, how'd you get out of your crib?"

"Nana!" Harper exclaimed.

"Nana's here? Well, how about we get changed and head downstairs to see her?" Harry said as he sat Harper back onto his bed while he slipped on some joggers and a t-shirt.

It all made sense as to why Harper was out of her crib. Harper's only two and hasn't mastered climbing out of her crib, much to Harry's liking. He'd love to keep her in her crib a little while longer because once she goes into a big girl bed, Harper isn't such a little girl anymore.

It also made sense as to why the baby monitor wasn't on his nightstand when Harry woke up. His mom must've came in and took it with her so Harry could get some extra sleep without being disturbed by either his mom or his baby girl.

Once Harry got dressed, he picked up Harper and felt her diaper. It was dry, so he just assumed his mom changed her when she woke up.

Harry and Harper started their adventure downstairs. When Harry took the first step, going down, he could already smell his mom's homemade chocolate chip pancakes.

He remembered on Saturday or Sunday mornings when she'd make him and Gemma these pancakes. They were always their favorite. The pancakes were always a tradition in the Styles household when Gemma and Harry were kids. Anne wanted to continue the tradition with Harper.

Harry and Harper continued down the stairs and into the kitchen. Harry spotted his mom by the stove where she was probably grilling the pancakes.

"Morning mum" Harry greeted while he got out a sippy cup for Harper.

"Morning sleepy head" Anne greeted while she finished grilling that last of the pancakes.

"I thought you could probably use some extra sleep, so I decided to come over and make some breakfast and keep this one busy while you caught up on some sleep," Anne said to Harry as she began plating the food for them.

"You didn't have to mum, but thank you, I really appreciate it. This one has been quite the handful for the past month since she just turned two." Harry joked while setting Harper down in her high chair and handing her, her sippy cup of juice.

"Of course, sweetie. We all need help sometimes, plus you know I'd do anything for this little stinker and you." Anne said while she set down a couple of pancakes, cut up into bite-sized pieces along with some chopped-up strawberries and bananas on Harper's tray.

Anne carried both their plates over to the table where Harper was already munching on her food. They both sat down at the table and joined Harper, and dig into their food as well. Harry was telling his mum about some of the new songs he's writing and just how life is going overall both him and Harper. Anne also shared with him what she's been up to, too since they haven't seen each other for a couple of weeks.

Anne was helping Harry clean up the kitchen and Harper was in the living room finishing her juice and watching "Paw Patrol." The show she's been obsessed with for the past couple of weeks.

Harper walked into the kitchen and pulled on Harry's pant leg. She wanted a cuddle and she wanted it now.

"Hold on bubs, I'm almost done," Harry replied since he was busy washing the dishes.

Harper didn't like that response, so she did what she thought was right in her two-year-old mind. She plopped her diaper-clad bottom on the tiled floor and started crying.

"Daddy!" She sobbed as she made grabby hands at Harry.

Harry wasn't purposely trying to ignore her or anything, he was genuinely busy washing the dishes. Harry gave Harper a talking to before about if he's busy and can't do what she wants, she just needs to be patient. But Harper's only two and is still learning, so Harry's trying to be patient with her to the best of his abilities.

Anne realized what was going on and gave Harry a hand. She stopped drying the pan and set down the towel she was using. She bent down and scooped the crying girl into her arms.

"Hey, Harper. Your okay, shhh." Anne tried her best to console the two-year-old.

Harry finished doing the dishes and decided to heat up some milk. Every time Harper gets upset, one way Harry gets her to calm down is by giving her some warm milk and snuggles.

Anne took Harper out to the living room while Harry finished getting her milk ready. Once it was ready, he walked into the living room where Harper was starting to finally calm down.

When Harry came into view for Harper, she instantly made grabby hands towards him.

Harry of course took her into his arms and sat next to his mum. Harry gave Harper the warm milk while "Paw Patrol," played in the background.

"Thanks again for coming over mum. Don't think she would've calmed down as soon as she did if it wasn't for you." Harry said to his mum, while he rubbed Harper's back in a soothing matter.

"Of course baby. I'd do anything for you and Harper. And sometimes you just need help from your mother." Anne said and gave a small smirk towards Harry.

Harry had always been against getting help from his mum since Harper is his responsibility. He always felt bad when he'd be last minute and need a babysitter, he'd call his mum and of course, she would say yes. I mean that's her only grandchild and she gets to spend some quality time with her, so of course, she would say yes.

Anne is proud of him for thinking like that, but she wished he'd take her help from her when he could really use it.

For the rest of the late morning, the three of them sat on the couch. Harper snuggled in Harry's warm arms, watching the tv. While Harry and Anne sat there and had a quiet conversation and tried not to disturb Harper.

Anne was happy to spend time with her son and grandchild. And Harry was grateful for the help of his mother.

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Little!Tommy and CG!SBI // RPF

A/N : Okay so I apologize if this writing is just everywhere. I just really wanted to get this done because it was a self comfort fic aa. I’m hoping that if I do enough small writings, it’ll help me improve! (Because I took a long long break from writing before this blog pff) Hope you enjoy none the less. (Is that how you use that sentence? I dunno). Also the place I talk about Tommy wanting to see is not an actual build on the Origins SMP.

Also, not edited!! There may be misspells!! And this does not represent the entire “Tubbo replaced Tommy with Ranboo” thing at all. I don’t like those kinds of things, so please don’t relate it to that. And this is based off their Internet personalities if that makes sense??

TW/CW : Cursing, the nicknames kiddo and bubs

It was a good stream with the bench trio so far, the three of them just hanging out and poking fun at one another from time to time. Basically just the normal for the three.

It had been just them talking for about an hour or so, but they ended up deciding they were going to hop on the Origins SMP. Tubbo and Ranboo needed to fix stuff around the server and Tommy would follow them around, probably making fun of little stuff that didn’t make sense.

It was fun for all of them, especially Tommy since he hadn’t been on the Origins SMP much. It was cool to see all the stuff everyone built.

“Burn bitch!” Tommy’s avatar hit Tubbo’s with a diamond sword, making the other’s health go down. “I didn’t even do anything that time!” Ranboo let out a laugh at the other two—he then attacked Tommy’s character with his own weapon. “Sorry, Tommy! I have to do it for the content”

Tommy let out a groan, “excuses! It just cause you two are fucking married so you have to be like ‘oh I’m Ranboo, and I love a man platonically who likes eating DIRT with bees. And I must protect him’” The teen raised his voice higher so it sounded like he was mocking the other.

“Bees don’t eat dirt”

They continued messing around on the server, Tommy proceeded to do the same thing he was doing.

Though, he noticed a building on the SMP that caught his eye. He hadn’t seen it before so he had to go to it.

“Hey, let’s-“

“Ranboo we have to go over there to get the right materials”

The blond raised an eyebrow, and then went to the other’s characters.

Deciding what he wanted to explore wasn’t that important anymore, he followed them.

The other two just needed smelted stone for—whatever reason. Tommy wasn’t listening, he was focused on something else.

While on the way back to where they were, they passed by the place again. Since it was on the way, it wouldn’t be too much of an interruption to what the other two were doing. And he didn’t want to go alone, plus he needed someone to tell him what the hell it was.

“Mr.Ranboob, I think we shoul-“ “that’s cobblestone Tubbo!” The brunet looked at what the other was holding, which was definitely not smooth stone. Tubbo let out an exaggerated gasp, “what??”

Letting out a soft sigh, he knew they’d be taking another trip. So he went along with it again.

It wasn’t that big of a deal, it’s just a building in a game. He could always see what it was another time.

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This went on for another two hours.

Tommy continued to be interrupted due to the other two needing to do something. And he didn’t want to get in the middle of what they wanted to do.

The teen always shook it off as what he wanted to do was not that important, and it wouldn’t be entertaining for the viewers for Tommyinnit to look at a new build he hadn’t seen.

Though he’d be lying if he said it didn’t upset him.

He just wanted to see the colorful arrangement of blocks! Was that so much to ask? Plus it had some flowers around it, it was pretty!

“Alright let’s go over here” Tommy whined at another instruction, at this point he felt like an extra. Not because it was them two doing stuff together, but because he wasn’t helping. He wasn’t adding on to anything, except some commentary.

But he wanted to do more than that! But after he saw the thing he wanted to see, but that wasn’t happening. So he couldn’t help but get distracted by what his mind seemed to be fixated on. (Aka, the structure.)

Luckily for Tommy, he wasn’t streaming. So nobody could see that he had his knees up to his chest, and that his eyes were a bit glassier than normal.

And they definitely couldn’t see him chewing on his fingers with his non vacant hand.

He was tired, mentally and physically. He wanted to be listened to, not ignored whether it was intentional or not. (Of course he knows it’s not intentional, those are his best friends! But he’s still upset about it.)

The now mentally younger let out a small whine, this wasn’t fair! They were barley paying any attention to him at all. “Tommy?” The little perked his head up and looked towards Ranboo’s character. He hadn’t noticed he was spaced out for so long. “Yeah?” “You were quiet so I was just checking up on you”

Tommy let out a long exhale before speaking, “I was doing big man shit! Somethin’ you wouldn’t understand, Ran-boo”

The other two let out a fit of laughter while Tommy took his other hand away from the mouse.

Acting big wasn’t fun and just hurt him in a way he couldn’t describe. He hated it. He wanted Wilby, and Techie, and Ph-

“I gotta get off. Mum is asking me to do the dishes”

He waited for a response, hopefully they didn’t question why is was so random. “alright! Bye Tommy!” “Bye Tommy!! Say bye to Tommy, chat!”

The blond let out a few giggles before clicking his mouse and ending the call. He let out a sigh of relief and quickly opened the group chat with the other sleepy bois.

He pressed the call button, not thinking if his friends were busy or not. He just wanted his caregivers right now, that’s all that mattered to him.

He messed with his fingers nervously while listening to the call ring. Surely someone could answer, right?

His doubts were cut off rather quickly by a familiar voice speaking up, “Hey Toms! Is everything alright? It’s not usual for you to call out of nowhere”

The little let out a small whimper again, too shy to explain what was going on. Though, Wilbur caught on quickly. He immediately shifted into caregiver mode, “Bubs, what’s wrong? Did something happen during the stream, bud?” Tommy messed with his fingers some more before chewing on them once again.

“Ah ah, go get your pacifier, Toms. Then you can tell me about what happened”

The mentally (and physically) younger got up from his chair and walked over to a nearby dresser. He grabbed ahold of his red and black pacifier and went back to his desk. “Good job! Now can you tell me what’s up, bubs?” Tommy messed around with his pacifier, since he had something other than his hands to distract him.

“Tub an ‘Boo ignorin’ me” he raised the pacifier up to his mouth, “don’ think they meanin’ to though”

Wilbur nodded at the response, seeming to think for a moment. “Well, why don’t I tell Ranboo and Tubbo how it made you feel, yeah? I’ll let them know after the stream. I’m sure they didn’t mean it”

Tommy looked up at the camera, “no! Theys gon’ think I’m c’ybaby. An’ then theys gon’ be sad cause they made me sad” he curled into a ball on his chair and put his pacifier in his mouth. Wilbur let out a small “ah” to show he understood.

“They won’t call you a crybaby, Toms.” The older took a second to think, “They’ll be happy that you told them though. So then they’ll know what they were doing to make a little one like you, upset”

The little seemed to think for a moment and then nodded his head as an, “okay”.

Discord made a noise from Tommy’s computer, notifying the two that someone else had joined. The blond smiled as Technoblade’s icon lit up, almost immediately he made grabby hands at the camera.

“Techie!!”

The older let out a soft laugh, you could tell he was smiling from behind the screen. “Hey, bubs. Do we have a little kiddo today?” Tommy giggled and nodded his head. Technoblade turned on his camera, he knew when Tommy was regressed it tended to make him comfier if he could see everyone.

“I’m sure Phil will be here in just a second, I was just on the call with him” he stopped to take a breathe, “and I’m sure he’ll be very excited to see little Tom Toms”

The little let out another small fit of giggles before standing up from his chair and grabbing ahold of a raccoon stuffie. He brought it back to his desk and held it up to the camera. “Look!! His name Racco!!” Tommy excitedly announced, basically bouncing in his chair. “He’s adorable, bubs! Is that the one Phil got you?” The mentally younger nodded as he played with the Raccoon’s tail.

Tommy looked up at his screen as he heard someone join, it was Phil!!

“Phil look!! ‘S name is Racco!!”

“Oh! You already named him, huh?” Phil had ordered him a new plushie since he had been doing good. It was a small gift from the older. “Mhm!!”

“Heyyy! I thought we agreed I’d give him his next stuffed animal” Wilbur fake pouted as he crossed his arms, “you took too long” Phil replied, letting out a chuckle.

Wilbur was going to get him a new stuffie too?? Wait huh? Tommy’s eyes lit up, “new stuffie from Wilby??” Wilbur replied with a nod, “yep! We can talk about that tomorrow though, there’s someone who wants to talk to you” the younger tilted his head to the side confused. “Well, two people”

Wilbur added Ranboo and Tubbo to the call after the stream had ended (after asking them of course). Tubbo spoke up first, “I’m sorry Toms, I didn’t know we made you upset and we didn’t mean to.” Ranboo hummed in agreement, “yeah. We apologize, we didn’t mean to hurt your feelings”

The blond thought about what they said for a moment before having a fake little conversation with his stuffie. “Shoul we fo’give them? They seems sorry” he whispered to his stuffie as he made the plush pat him on the arm, basically saying yes.

The little looked back at the camera and made a thumbs up. “Is okay! I fo’give you.” He seemed to think for a moment, “I will super fo’give you if you buys me a new sweater!!” everyone in the call laughed, “will do, kiddo”

Tommy then rambled on and on about a new cartoon him and Techno watched together the other night. They all listened and asked questions about it, and Tommy eventually forgot about what happened earlier. Plus, it didn’t matter anymore. They said sorry and it was all better!!

Soon enough, Tommy let out a small yawn as his eyes threatened to close.

“Aw, is bubs tired from his long day today?” Wilbur’s voice softened as the little looked away, “no! Not tired!!”

“You sure, Toms? You can always talk to us tomorrow if you want.” Techno explained while adjusting his headphones.

“Nope! Don’ wanna”

“But Toms, you can play allllll day tomorrow if you do! Wouldn’t you want to spend more time with Racco?”

The little looked at his plush before looking back at the camera. He let out a sigh and nodded.

“Otay”

“Alright, go ahead and get changed into some comfier clothes.”

“Yeah! Me and Ranboo have to go but it was really nice talking to you, kiddo! Goodnight” Tubbo smiled at the camera before waving. Tommy waved back as the two left the call.

He then turned off his camera and changed into a blue onesie with a rocket ship pattern on it.

He turned his camera back on, “good job, bubs! Can you try and switch over to your phone for me?

Tommy grabbed ahold of his phone and pulled up the discord group chat, with a click of a button he joined the call on his phone.

He went over to his bed with the Raccoon plush and pulled the covers over himself.

Everyone had turned their camera’s off by now.

“Goodnight, little Tom Tom. Sweet Dreams. We’ll be here when you wake up”

“Ni Ni”

Tommy then closed his eyes and drifted into sleep. Today was a good day for little Tommy.

#can you tell I rushed the end?? aa #I’m not very proud of this one but I’m tired and wanted to get it out lmao #age regression #agere #mcyt agere #mcyt age regression #sfw agere #dream smp #dream smp age regression #dream smp agere #Tommyinnit #sbi #little tommy #little tommyinnit #CG sbi #caregiver sbi #CG Wilbur #CG Techno #CG Philza

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vulgarvixxen · 2 years

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Part 4 of Thomas learning from Logan

Warnings: 18+, sex, uuuh idk anything else but I’m half asleep so let me know if I missed a warning

The weekend came and so did Thomas, twice more with the Princess around him. One of those times Virgil and Remus trailed kisses up and down his neck, the three of them falling asleep covered in each other’s cum. It was kind of hot but also sucked to wake up and clean up the crusty mess. The other time he pictured Nico again, he fantasized about getting the other underneath him and fucking him slow, dragging out both their pleasure. But now he was doing chores around the house, Janus might be ecstatic about the extra self care but taking care of your space was important too.

A woosh sounds and Logan is there with a clipboard or a pen, “hello Thomas, I’ve graded your homework and have a scheduled time for your final.” The side announces as he hands Thomas a paper with several numbers and notes jotted down. Circled in red is 87/100, a passing grade but definitely could be better. The notes are ways he could improve which was nice, much more considerate than some teachers he had in the past. “Monday after dinner is our next opening so that’s when we will go over our final lesson and you’ll take your last test for the time being.”

It was both thrilling and disappointing that these lessons were ending so quickly but Thomas supposed that these were more like just giving him the basics so he wouldn’t have to learn on the fly. Plus he can always ask if any of the sides wants to join him if he’s craving something more real. Before all this happened he didn’t think he’d like vaginas but was happily surprised that he enjoyed them when they belonged to he/theys. He guessed self love really did lead to self discovery.

Monday arrives quickly and Thomas has the jitters, fending off questions throughout the day from well meaning friends, “Just looking forward to getting home.” Was it the truth? Yes. Was it a lie? Also yes, but it satisfied the askers enough to let it go. The last hour of work felt like it dragged out, clocking out and getting home on the other hand went by in a blink of an eye. Virgil was waiting for him at the door with purple eyeshadow, they couldn’t help but giggle when they met eyes, they were both so amped up! Their giggles led to Patton showing up to join them for a bit, a coiled tightness in his chest loosen as they just flapped their hands and giggled excitedly.

Dinner was a simple pasta and chicken dish that just needed him to roast some peppers and chicken then add them to the cooked pasta and some cheese, easy but tasty! And it makes enough that he has leftovers for lunch the next day, less work for future him! With the leftovers put away and dishes cleaned Thomas had nothing left to do but clean himself up and change into something comfortable, the lessons left him sleepy so he might as well just go to bed after and get extra sleep. He was climbing into bed when Logan showed up.

“Ah good this will make things much easier, are you ready Thomas?” With a nod from Thomas Logan sinks them to the mind palace, Thomas notices the lack of table-beds and other sides but before he can ask Logan starts his lecture. This one feels different since it’s just about different types of contraceptives, condoms and vaginal dams, birth control, jellies. It was informative but it didn’t feel like a final, it felt like it belonged in the first lesson honestly. It was over fairly quickly compared to the other lessons but there wasn’t a whole lot to cover since Thomas knew most of this already. His confusion must be written on his face because Logan just smiles and holds out his hand to his student. “Let us see your final presentation.”

And Thomas opens his eyes to find them in his room, he blinks a few times before he sees Logan is there too just in a new outfit. A baggy nasa shirt and star themed pj shorts graces the logical side’s form as he crawls over to Thomas and gives him a soft kiss. Thomas wastes no time kissing back, deepening it and getting a content sigh in response. Their kisses slowly evolve into roaming hands and slipped tongues, grinding hips and soft moans. Eventually Thomas flips them so he’s on top, it makes it easier for him to grab a condom from the drawer. Nothing fancy and easy to get on.

“You want to take this further?” He asks. Logan rolls his eyes fondly, “Yes Thomas, we can continue.” They separate long enough to discard clothing and roll on the condom before going back to kissing and grinding. After a bit of teasing Thomas pushes into Logan and a grunt of deceleration, Lo was so warm and slick. And, unf, he could feel when Logan’s breath hitched or he gasped. Thomas didn’t know that was possible but the added tightness from time to time felt amazing! At some point Logan wrapped his legs around Thomas and Thomas had used the new angle to thrust deeper, he also used the new space to mov his hand under the side to play with his folds. He was sucking a hickey onto Logan’s neck, sliding his fingers around, and thrusting into intoxicating heat when he felt Logan seize and arch up. The moan would have woken the whole complex if anyone but Thomas or the other sides could hear it, it matched volume with his signature ‘falsehood’ but more melodious. It was beautiful and knowing he caused it had him cumming and calling out Logan’s name.

They stayed tangled up until they both could catch their breath again. Pulling out left both feeling empty so as soon as the condom was tossed and most of the mess magiced away the two embraced again, now under the covers.

“Good night”

“Good night and good job Thomas”

#nsfs thomas #nsfs logan #nsfs lomas #it’s the end!#I wrote this while both sick and very sleepy so im sorry if it sucks #consent is sexy

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gallivantingheart · 3 years

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the proposal pt.1

who?: jeonghan x (f)reader

word count: 1495

genre/s: fluff and a bit of fun

warnings: none!

synopsis: jeonghan has never been confused on how you feel about marriage - now it’s just a matter of how to do it.

a/n: just a fun diddy bc i love this sleepy man - no, not based off that movie with sandra bullock

note: bold italics = korean

You confuse him endlessly. More so than the likes of his cryptic self or round-about Jihoon. How you say action is your favourite genre but he catches you watching the same romance movie at least once every few weeks, singing and crying at the same parts. How your wardrobe is full of dark hoodies and you wear the same ripped jeans, but your nails are always sparkly and your draws have pastel blouses. You'll say you don't need romantic gestures, but almost always squeal when he drops flowers by your office. Or the fact you say you're bad at them but always pull the best tear-jerkers on him. Like the time you brought him dinner to the practice room - vase of flowers and all - at midnight while keeping him company, even though he knew you had a client presentation the next day. The comeback prep was gruelling, so yeah, he got a bit misty-eyed.

At least one thing he's not confused with is your opinion of marriage. Despite this comfort, even though you've been together for almost four years, you've never once brought up marriage, even casually. You cried though, when Mingyu and Chaewon got engaged at their anniversary party last year. Babbled wetly into his shoulder about how sweet love was, meant to be and the like - for the record, you were completely sober. Sobbed even longer as one of Chaewon's bridesmaids that Jeonghan had to collect you from the altar after they left the venue. And he's seen you look at apartments to share, linger on pinterest on a Saturday afternoon.

He wants it just as bad as you, but no idea how to broach it. You’ve talked about how you want a rescue cat when you move in together as well as the style of decor. Even said in passing at a park how you hope that your kids have his smile because it’s, “the most beautiful thing I get to see every day.” Jeonghan doesn’t want to overwhelm you with a grand public proposal, but he doesn’t know how to wow you like you do for him all the time. Jeonghan’s gotta be honest - he wants the whole shebang. Smiles, tears, blubbering; the lot.

He also realises that he wants it recorded for your mum when he calls her for her blessing. You moved a whole hemisphere away a year before the two of you met, to pursue a job in the entertainment industry. Something interesting and left of field found you in Korea working in concepts and marketing. So phone and video calls are a regular for the two of you. He’s also tried really hard over the years to improve his English, to bridge the gap with your family. Jeonghan thinks your mother is amazing, kind and funny - the kind of level head he expected to bring such a wonderful person like you into the world.

He’s English is nowhere near good enough for what he wants to say, so he asks for a familiar face to help out. Joshua is on the video call too, made in Shua’s clean dorm. Your mother looks a little surprised to not see you there. You both have the same texture of hair, but not much else.

“Jeonghan! How are you!” She waves.

He smiles at her enthusiasm. “Good thank you. How are you?”

“I’m really good, sweetheart. Bit of a weird time to call - everything okay? Where’s y/n?”

He sees her search the screen for her daughter, even so much as leaning side to side to try and see outside the frame. Some of her speech is still lost on him, so he looks to Joshua in question. He leans over to his ear.

“She’s wondering if everything is okay for you to be calling at this time.”

Jeonghan raises his brows and nods in understanding. Her expression changes as well, the lines around her eyes softening with the fading concern.

“It is okay. Y/N is at work. I...I have a question to ask you. Just us. It’s very important.” He twists his ring anxiously in his lap.

“Of course, what is it?”

Joshua can see the tension rising in Jeonghan’s shoulders, how quiet and hesitant he gets at the elder woman’s agreement. The way he looks at the woman, staring persistently. The American born member leans over with a smile.

“Hi y/n’s mum. It’s a bit of a speech, so I’ll be helping Jeonghan translate, okay?” He looks to his friend, nodding gently. “Jeonghan? Tell her.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever met a person like y/n... She’s kind and exciting and interesting and she makes me really happy. I hope I do the same for her. I can’t imagine my life now if she weren’t in it. I don’t want to lose all that. I would like your blessing in asking her to marry me.” Jeonghan says as clear as he can, without too much of his nerves or feelings getting in the way - usually an easy feat for him.

Joshua translates along the way and he picks up words here and there - happy and your name, of course. But he’s not watching his fellow member speak for once, instead analysing his potential mother-in-law’s reaction. He starts to jiggle his knee off the bed as he sees your mother’s expression roll from from a quirked brow to a warm smile, then watching her eyes go glassy and her chin wobble through said smile. Her hands go over her mouth once Joshua finishes and out of shot, his hand lies flat over Jeonghan’s on his sheets in a sign of comfort.

“I...I...yes. I would love to have you as part of the family officially. Of course you have my blessing.” Your mother pulls her hands away to murmur.

She fumbles to the side for tissues and Jeonghan looks to Joshua in shock. He heard a yes, but… Joshua is meanwhile beaming in return, laughing at his member’s expense.

“She would love to have you as part of the family. You have her blessing.”

Jeonghan grins, his chest so full and tense he feels like he might burst. Instead, he laughs, grasping shua’s shoulders to shake them

“Thank you! Thank you so much!”

She shakes her head. “Of course I would say yes. You don’t know how much she talks about you when you aren’t there - how much she raved about you when the two of you first met. It was like the stories she used to make up as a little girl, come to life. I wish I was there to see her face when you ask.”

Jisoo translates and he laughs even more, elated being an understatement.

It took a little searching and contemplating on what kind of ring to get you. Nothing too big, because you used your hands for everything. Not gold, because you didn’t like the way it looked against your skin. He settles on loopholing the gold for white gold, something silver but reflective and a singular round diamond - only two carats or else you’d throw a fit at the mystery price. He gets a thin chain as well of the same material, knowing you were more likely to wear it round your neck than on your finger for fear of losing it. Seungkwan of all people was the one to help with the final decision, insisting on its chic simplicity and pretty glow.

Jeonghan decides on a little party to pop the question. Or as little as you can get with thirteen members and their partners as well as your friends and their plus ones. Under a guise of missing your friends and a celebration of your success with a client, he even whines that he’ll organise the food and drink. Everyone invited is in on it, of course, which heightens the stakes.

The box sits hot in his pocket or bag all week. All the members know about the little surprise coming up dance between trading their resident trickster or offering a helping hand. Seungkwan has pulled up as quite the miracle worker, his entertainment ties conjuring up a caterer on such short notice and Mingyu slipping the business card of the decorator of his engagement party - it’s a little worn from being worried in Seungcheol’s initial finding but that just adds to the charm. Like a group heirloom to be passed around.

Despite the client win, you’re still snowed under with new paperwork and contracts, so you’re none the wiser to the nerves brewing in your boyfriend which proves to be the perfect mix come the weekend.

He lets you sleep in even later than the two of you usually do, and encourages you to take up that nail salon voucher you’ve been humming and harring about - you deserve a treat, he whines. And when you shut the door gently, Jeonghan breathes a sigh of relief and an inhale of stress - now the fun really begins.

#caratwritersclub #jeonghan #seventeen #seventeen jeonghan #seventeen fic #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagine #seventeen scenario #jeonghan fic #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan imagine #jeonghan scenario #written #flickficfest

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fbfh · 4 years

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jason x reader x leo poly headcanons

Hhjkxhjckzjk oh boy

Kind of a straight man and crackhead thing going on

But its lawful vs chaotic

I'm telling you right now you have the power to tip the scales

If you're chaotic then jason has to get toddler leash backpacks to keep you two alive

If you're lawful you and jason have to keep leo from exploding everything on sight

If you're neutral or shift between lawful and chaotic, congratulations

You get to play both sides and/or sit back and watch

Both are lovely

Sometimes leo gets jason to comply with his pranks and schemes

Jason gets surprisingly into it

You encourage this for a few reasons

You want him to not have to feel like he's in charge and responsible all the time

They've all had way too much pressure put on them and you refuse to contribute

It's nice for all parties to have jason and leo be co conspirators instead of having jason be weirdly in charge

Plus since leo is really good at pranking and schemes, he almost gets to mentor jason a little

And it's nice for him to teach jason about something he wants to know about

Plus seeing jason snicker outside the bathroom before you've even entered, let alone turned on the blow drier he put baby powder into, is fucking adorable

You play along ofc

"Oh, my blow drier is already plugged in… nice :)"

"....."

"Guess I'll just dry my hair a li-"

"GOTCHA"

"..."

Leo, exiting from behind the shower curtain, causing you to scream slightly

"Dude, you were supposed to wait for them to turn it on"

"Oh"

You just sigh very slightly

"Turn what on?"

You say as you turn the blow drier on (facing up) covering the entire bathroom in baby powder

"Wow, I was not expecting that. You really got me, J"

You and Leo just share a look as Jason does his little victory dance

And immediately starts cleaning it up (while adorably bragging about how good he got you

Leo and you sometimes orchestrate little pranks for Jason to pull on you

His record for celebrating before apologizing and starting to feel bad is about 3 minutes and 34 seconds

It doesn’t sound like much but it’s a big improvement

Cuddling positions get switched around periodically

Jason spoons you, and Leo has his head in your chest

Leo spoons you, you spoon Jason

you lay on top of Jason and Leo flops on top of you

or it's the other way around

Sometimes they both dog pile on you

Dog piles usually happen if someone's having a bad day

You and Jason both make a point to learn about mechanics and engineering that way if Leo's having a bad day, you can get him talking about his projects

He doesn't expect you two to retain everything he says, just the fact that you guys will listen to him means a lot

They’ve been best friends for years and they both love you a whole lot so the vibe is really chill and fun

Borderline sitcom-esque

There's a lot of love and closeness in the atmosphere around you three

Any combination of y’all works

I may have said this before but leo is tied for highest stamina with nico out of the whole demisquad

Jason is down in the reasonable normal to high sex drive category

I’ll be making a post about that soon too

You make a lot of jokes about sending leo to horny jail

Then leo makes some sex joke back

Jason laughs and blushes a little every time

“Z-zing!”

I’ma be the first to say it

Jason’s a bottom

Like he can top

But he’s a bottom

Leo is a true switch

So really what happens in the bedroom is very up to you and what you’re like

Jason likes quality time and nice conversations

Leo likes physical touch and making each other laugh

Most mornings are you and jason drinking coffee and talking about stuff

Leo’s head is on your lap cause he’s still sleepy

The only way you’ve found to get him to go to bed early and stop working on projects till the wee hours of the morning is by boning him

Even then like 60% of the time you’ll be up all night anyway

So you’re playing with leo’s hair and you and jason are talking over coffee

And leo’s occasionally throwing in drowsy one liners making you both laugh

You all feel like your ribs are made of electric blankets and that time isn’t real

You wish you could keep that feeling forever

But you know you can always get it back by being with your boys

oKAY that’s a cute ending and everything and I was going to stop there

But one more thing

You call them your boys a lot and they really really love it

And you’ve definitely topped them on more than one occasion

So one time someone was being a dick to them

Maybe a monster was attacking or something

You got really protective of them

I’m talkin kick its ass in one move and hiss

“No one messes with my boys”

And kill it in one shot

They were both sweating a little

Not cause they were under attack

They shared a silent look that said jesus christ you’re fuckin hot and we’re fuckin lucky

You bought a bunch of cookie dough and baked it off together to decompress

They complimented you on how great your fighting skills are

And you said again quietly

“No one messes with my boys”

You stroked their hair and some kisses happened

Then Jason booped your face with frosting and leo tried to lick it off

And it all descended into madness from there

#Heroes of Olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus headcanons #heroes of olympus poly au #hoo #hoo imagines #hoo poly au #hoo poly headcanons

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auncyen · 3 years

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chasing dumb ideas from work lol

Ren’s Palace takes the form of a video game world, bright and zany. The Shadows have their silhouettes color-coded according to difficulty, the cognitions are NPCs repeating stock dialogue--Mona pops up surprisingly often, considering he and Ren haven’t really hung out since May--and some of the logic used to progress is worthy of a click-and-point game. Which means it’s lucky they have Futaba with them, since she’s the only Phantom Thief who understands the logic of click-and-point games. Still, it’s such a breeze that it takes only three hours to reach the center of the stage, and Oracle complains they never even left the hand-holding tutorial.

Ren’s shadow smiles at them when they arrive, and hands Ryuji a controller for the P4Storm his parents took away from him and sold after his arrest. “Wait--is this the Treasure?” Ryuji blurts. “We didn’t give you a calling card, though.”

“Hmm...we did talk with him about what he thought the distortion might be, though,” Futaba muses. “He’s the NPC who knows the most about our methods, so that might have accidentally triggered the effect. Good thing we moved fast.”

The shadow nods at Futaba’s explanation. “I didn’t want to give you guys too much trouble. You’re my friends, after all.”

“Dude, you gave us no trouble at all,” Ryuji says with a laugh. “You’re way too nice for your own good!” Still, in this case, he’s relieved it’s not coming to a fight. Ren’s a friend, and he hasn’t seemed all there lately--they might have curbstomped his shadow if it’d come to that, and wouldn’t that feel awful.

Ren’s shadow smiles shyly, and waves them off before disappearing in bright light. The PT make their usual escape. The Palace crumbles.

So does the controller in Ryuji’s hands.

Despite the alarm the crumbling treasure causes for the entire group, Ren seems to take his change of heart just fine, doesn’t even throw himself a week-long slumber party like Futaba did. He stays home from school one day, Futaba reporting that he seems a bit sleepy but nothing too serious, and then the next day, Ren gives Ryuji a fist-bump and smile outside Shujin. Ryuji grins and tackles him into a headlock. He’s so glad the change of heart didn’t hurt Ren. Ren’s his best friend. The Phantom Thieves might have given Ryuji a reason to stay at Shujin and not drop out, but Ren’s pretty much an honorary Thief anyway, and he’s been running with Ryuji, and helping him deal with the track team’s problems, and he’s just so good at knowing exactly what to say to make people feel better. Ryuji’s thrilled he could help Ren for once.

And then, days later, he gets a text from Makoto during class, which he knows is urgent because Makoto texting during class: “Ren is still logged in the MetaNav on my phone for some reason. The location and distortion have been erased, but his name is still there. Is anyone else seeing this?”

Yusuke starts typing. Futaba and Ann chime in well before him that yes, they see it too. Ryuji opens the Metanav on his phone. Ren’s name is glaring on the screen, a partially-complete entry that shouldn’t be there at all.

“Class was that bad?” Ren asks when Ryuji trudges out of his classroom, prompting the blond to immediately shove the phone in his pocket.

“Uh, yeah,” Ryuji mutters. “Hey, Ren, can we talk about the--uh--you-know-what?”

“The completely unsuspicious you-know-what, yes, what about it?” Ren answers, because oh good the change of heart gave him his sarcasm back. Actually--that would be good news. It means the change of heart worked and the Metanav’s got some random glitch. “Let’s get off school grounds first.”

Ryuji manages to only jump a little when his phone buzzes.

When he checks, the Metanav has accepted “school” as the distortion’s location, even though the Palace was actually at the scramble in Shibuya and, more importantly, doesn’t exist any longer.

They go to Leblanc, where Shiho and Futaba are both waiting to talk to Ren as well, which helps Ryuji with the conversation ahead. It’s...kind of hard to muddle through ‘hey, we were trying to help you with your heart, but something might have gone wrong and we don’t know what’. It both helps and doesn’t that Ren stays calm the entire time, doesn’t get worried or pissed off that they might have screwed up. Wouldn’t a distorted person get mad? Wouldn’t a normal person at least be nervous?

Then again, Ren’s always had nerves of steel underneath the nerdy glasses. It never made sense to Ryuji why he didn’t awaken to a Persona when Ryuji and Ann and Shiho all could, not until they found his Palace. He’s got the guts for it.

Futaba openly prods Ren on how he views the school, and he shakes his head. “This must be a glitch. You guys have already helped me. I feel better, and everyone else has only needed their heart changed once. Why would I be different?”

Shiho purses her lips but then agrees. Ryuji feels a little antsy, wants to push but also wants to trust Ren, and even if the change of heart didn’t work for some reason, his friend is pushing back now. Ren’s not hurting anyone. His heart is his call just like Futaba’s was hers, and even the hacker, for all her curiosity, respects that. They gotta drop it.

But it stays on the back of Ryuji’s mind for weeks as the entry stays in place, 2/3s complete, and everyone else is worried too because they all like Ren and something does seem a little off about him--like he’s trying too hard to be normal, to convince them everything is fine--and then apparently one morning, right before class starts, Ren startles Ann by leaning over her shoulder and drily reciting: “Ren Amamiya, Shujin Academy, theater”.

The keywords work, Ren supplying them is taken as an implicit request, and there’s a good chance their calling card timer is already running just like the first time, since Ren knows how they work after tagging along for most of the first Palace and helping them with supplies for later ones. So they go.

Ren’s second Palace is a theater. It’s completely different from the video game world, with dark, muted, traditional colors, yet unmistakably Ren’s, and Makoto has to get their navigators back on task several times because Morgana and Futaba are going nuts theorizing (because who has a second Palace to begin with?). Luckily Shiho doesn’t have much trouble leading the group through anyway. Once again, Ren’s Palace is weirdly easy. The Shadows aren’t color-coded any longer, but they also don’t seem to care about the Thieves as long as they don’t interrupt the show on stage. It’s...an improv show, Ryuji thinks? Yusuke says it might be an avant garde direction on a play. (Ryuji has no idea what the difference would be.) What happens is Ren’s shadow is always acting, and sometimes a cognitive audience member will leave their seat and join him. All of the Thieves are there, even Morgana, which the cat seems touched by, plus Mishima, and Ms. Kawakami, and Ms. Chouno, and Ryuji is about to question why Ren has the hots for so many teachers when Ushimaru gets up and that thought becomes cursed, and the newspaper club girl, and that cute gardening club girl, and actually, Ryuji still thinks Ren has some kind of bias for hot girls going on here. Even if the (former) stalker girl is pushing it.

That’s probably nothing to do with the Palace distortion though, since Ren’s interactions are always a simple back-and-forth with the cognition: they request something of him, even if it’s just to talk, and Ren obliges them admirably, or sometimes he acts as though he’s ignoring them at first, only to swoop in at the last second and give them something even better than they asked for. It’s interesting maybe the first couple times? Morgana stands out again because his cognition nags Ren to study and make infiltration tools, something Morgana says he’s never done, which makes sense because Ren is one of those aggravating people who never needs to study to ace exams and Shiho’s always made the infiltration tools just fine. After Morgana, though, it just falls into a predictable pattern, and the only reason to keep watching is to see who else comes up to stage. And once cognitive guest stars start repeating, the Thieves are out. Every improv act has been slightly different, but the flow is so obvious that it’s become mind-numbingly repetitive anyway.

They sneak past security into the back halls and find a dressing room. Futaba and Morgana both detect the Treasure inside. There’s a white-and-black domino mask sitting on a vanity in a dark corner of the room that both navigators swear up and down has to be the Treasure. It almost seems appropriate for a Thief mask. Maybe because Ren’s seen most of the team’s? It fits the theater setting, at least, but...

“Are we just...taking this?” Ann questions, with an uncertain look around the dressing room. “Seriously? His Shadow’s not even going to talk to us?”

“I would not complain about us being proper thieves and going undetected for once,” Yusuke points out.

“Okay, point, but it just...feels like I understand Ren less than I did before the video game place.” Ann sighs. “I thought he was just a quiet guy, but he saw part of Tokyo as a game? Now he’s acting with everyone at school? I wish I got what it actually meant...”

“We can ask him about it later,” Shiho reassures her. “Right now we just have to take the Treasure.”

That suits Ryuji. They take it. The Palace collapses.

The mask crumbles in Shiho’s hands as soon as they reach the real world, and she makes a small noise of distress. Morgana and Ryuji spit out the same curse in a rare moment of heartfelt unity. Futaba, on the other hand, just whips out her phone. “Hey-hey,” their navigator says, “Guess who doesn’t want to leave the Metanav?”

Ren is sympathetic with his thief friends not being able to steal a Treasure, which feels wildly inappropriate to Ryuji because it’s Ren’s heart in question here. Ryuji thinks in his shoes, he’d be losing his mind. Ryuji’s in his own shoes and he’s still losing his mind a little, because the only answer the group can come up with for what’s going on is that Ren’s somehow got three distortions.

No, sorry. It’s that he has at least three. Three may not be the magic number. Ren doesn’t seem to think it is, anyway, because now he puts down his foot. “I’m not hurting anyone. I’m fine.”

“Yeah, you weren’t even down for a day like last time,” Futaba mutters, giving him such a suspicious look that Shiho nudges the girl. Ren is their friend, and he’s been helping them be Phantom Thieves. They’ve got no good reason to antagonize him.

Ren gives her a long, silent look before shaking his head. “You guys should be figuring out your next target.”

They should be.

They do.

Ren helps them less with supplies this time. Ryuji wonders if it’s because of the distortion, and then he catches himself and realizes he’s been wondering if everything with Ren is because of a distortion or not. It’s probably not even Ren’s fault. They’re just not talking to him about Thief business as much, since...yeah. The only upshot might be that Morgana has been making some effort to get to know Ren better. Because Morgana was a jerk when they first found him--he’s still a jerk sometimes, but even Ryuji would say he’s gotten a lot better--and he pretty much brushed Ren off in favor of people who were actually awakening to Personas, like everyone else. They never really argued or anything, though, and apparently judging by Ren’s Palace...s, Ren’s fond of him, and Morgana seems to have finally realized that sometimes, making friends is its own reward, even if they can’t wield kickass Personas. So that’s a thing, now, Shiho passing Morgana off to Ren so they can trot off and do whatever people do together when one of them is a cat (apparently watch movies, get food, fish, and just talk).

And that’s why when Morgana says “I think I know Ren’s keywords” at the start of a Phantom Thieves meeting, Ryuji blurts out “I thought you stopped being an asshole” with a disappointment so deep that it kind of surprises him, because, wow, he really had been expecting that Morgana was just trying to be nice and not obsessed about Palaces and Treasures for once, huh?

Morgana blinks at him across the table. “I have never been an asshole,” he says, outright lying. “Though there are a few things I could say about you--”

“Morgana,” Shiho says, heading off that argument. She looks upset, too. “We don’t have any reason to pursue Ren’s Treasure. He’s not hurting anyone. He...seems to be doing all right,” though the hesitation is audible in her voice, and quickly followed with, “and even if he isn’t, it’s his heart. You’re not getting a unanimous vote here, and if this is why you’ve been friendlier to him lately, I... don’t know what to say, except that I thought you were better than that.”

There are two Phantom Thieves who can scold Morgana and actually make him feel ashamed: Ann and Shiho. Sure enough, she lands a critical hit; Morgana’s ears pin back, and he nearly ducks down under the table to escape her stare before stopping himself. “I’m not asking for a vote,” Morgana says. “If we took his treasure it’d probably just crumble again. But I want to check if I’m right about the keywords. It could be critical information.”

There is a long moment of silence. As much as Ryuji’s still pissed off at Morgana, he can’t deny being curious. If they at least knew the keywords, even if they didn’t go in, they’d understand Ren better, right? Though...after how the last two distortions went...

As it turns in, they go in anyway, because Makoto taps on her phone to open the Metanav, places it in front of Morgana, and when he utters “Tokyo, Metaverse,” the app responds “beginning navigation”, and--

“Fascinating,” Yusuke says.

“That’s not the f-word I’d use,” Ryuji says.

“Huh, Kaneshiro’s Palace is here,” Morgana notes, because that is indeed an effing bank flying through the sky, narrowly avoiding a blimp. The cat continues getting down to business despite the absurdity of the situation he just launched everyone into. “That means both that he’s seen it, and that his mental map of the Metaverse isn’t accurate. It might be based on his most recent memory? We never brought him in the bank, though. What do you think, Or--” He stops when he actually turns to Futaba and sees her face. She’s paler than usual. “...Oracle? Are you okay?”

“My Palace is there,” she says, pointing in the direction where Yongen Jaya would lie. The golden tip of a pyramid gleams over dozens of other riotously colorful, stylistically mishmashed buildings. “How does he know what my Palace looked like? How does he know about any of these? There’s at least two hundred--maybe three!”

Three hundred palaces is a stupid number of Palaces for anyone to personally remember, but it’s especially stupid for a guy who doesn’t even have the Nav on his phone.

the idea: “if persona users simultaneously having a Palace can be justified with wildcards having multiple personas (for one to turn into a shadow while the others remain to use), what kind of shitshow would Ren create if all his Personas just--” and then ng+ shenanigans wandered in

#persona 5 #ren amamiya

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