#so. intriguing. may have to do more digging on these two dates

[on-this-day-mcr]

On this day, July 19

In 2002: My Chemical Romance released their first ever EP, entitled "Like Phantoms Forever". The track listing consisted of three songs, "Vampires Will Never Hurt You", "This is the Best Day Ever" and a live cover of Morrissey's "Jack the Ripper". (🖤)

Listen to "Like Phantoms Forever" here!

#the source link says “first official release” #but then also corroborates other sources saying vampires was released as a single over a month earlier #so. intriguing. may have to do more digging on these two dates #if anyone has the same brand of brainworms as me and finds any info out pls let me know!! #also the vocals on jack the ripper are tearing me limb from limb they are so young :') #EP release #july 19 #2002 #bullets era

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Mayuri Kurotsuchi (Bleach) - Chapter 8 -Final

When Renji was asked to deliver paperwork to the twelfth squad, he did not expect to hear what was going on behind the door.

“I-It’s too big! I-It won’t fit!”

Mayuri grunted.

“Quit your squirming, it’s almost in.”

Another sound left your lips and Renji slammed the door open.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING!!”

He was huffing and you both turned your head. Renji’s face was blank when he saw the metal box in your hand. It looked like one of the many items the research lab tended to tinker with. You were holding one side as Mayuri held the other trying to push a pole through the very narrow hole.

“Is there a reason you’re yelling?”

Mayuri did not seem amused and Renji rubbed his head angrily, handing over the papers as he stormed off.

“Why was he so mad?” You quizzed.

Mayuri could care less. He dropped the device disinterested.

“I’ll have to construct a new one.” He advised.

You just nod, following his lead.

It’s not weird for you to be working with Mayuri. He’s begun to bring you in on a few of his projects. Nemu typically did most of the heavy lifting since you lack the knowledge in this field. So you just helped in any way you can.

Mayuri is digging through one of the closets and you stand at the side, waiting for instruction. He straightens, looking a bit irritated.

“It seems that was our last modifier. I’ll have to build another from scratch.” He doesn’t look too happy.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

He did that sometimes when he just needed to think.

“Don’t worry about a thing, I’ll be right here.”

With a bright smile, you salute. Mayuri is used to your behavior. You think he’s just going to leave, but he moves closer to you. When he places a hand on your cheek, you immediately flush. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips. When he pulls back, he just licks his lips, heading off. Leaving you there with steam practically coming out of your head.

“Kurotsuchi-taicho..”

He’s been doing that a lot. Hitting you with those little affectionate surprises. You watch the path that he’d left, cheeks warm.

“How unfair.”

He really knows how to get you frazzled.

For the next fifteen minutes you try to tidy up the lab. His space is typically a little messy and although he never voices it, he does appreciate when you organize his stuff. You’ve figured out a system where he can have a sense of organized chaos. This way he’s content and it isn’t messy.

Once you’re done you feel a sense of accomplishment. Your eyes spot a particular file and when you see your name, you can’t help but peek into it.

You flip it open, reading over the scribbled notes.

“(Y/N) (L/N) holds a remarkable amount of power. Her consciousness is physically linked to her zanpaktou. My studies have uncovered that during the rebellion, her weapon may have been of the few unaffected by Maramusa’s control. Her abilities need to be studied closely.”

You scan through the many notes, all with dates attached, marking progress and or breakthroughs.

“My analysis was correct, her zanpaktou is able to reconstruct itself. Intriguing indeed.”

“There has been a change since she has been reinstated as a reaper. Her body is not completely affected by physical injuries. Her healing factor has remarkably improved. I need to study her progress.”

One particular sheet seems tucked a bit under the rest. You slide it out.

“It seems I’m beginning to have a physical response to her. I initially thought my interest in her power was attracting me, but this is both chemical and emotional. I have been having certain thoughts. Examining her, exploring her, entering her..”

Your eyes widen and you drop the paper, face red.

The date on the sheet lines up with the time you’d started coming in more frequently after you’d been approved to return to duty. The thought of him thinking of you that way since then, it makes you hot. You always thought Mayuri was emotionally unattached back then. So of course you never even considered the both of you. It was enough just to be with him.

Seeing his thoughts so effortlessly expressed on the paper is affecting you.

Yes, you both have shared kisses, but it hasn’t advanced any further than that.

The thought of him doing all those things he’d written is invigorating, arousing.

“What are you doing?”

You spin around, ready to deny everything, but the sight before you is another shock to your system. The man standing there is not the one who’d walked out of the room earlier .

Blue hair, even features. He’s wearing nothing but the bottom part of his robes, and you let out a shaking breath. You’d like to say this is another person, but that nonchalant stare and those eyes, you’d recognize them anywhere. You can’t believe that you never once wondered what he looked like underneath all that makeup. Your brain just sort of came to the conclusion that he was born that way.

His hair is still dripping, and he frowns.

“Are you that put off by my appearance?”

Put off was definitely not the word you would use. You can’t get any words out, and he flash steps, landing right in front of you. He looks ready to say something, but he takes in the way your eyes shake, your lips quivers. Cheeks bright red.

His eyes shift to the table, and when he sees the document you’d just been reading, they move back in your direction.

“Does it scare you.”

It sounds more like a challenge than a question. He’s just looking at you and you feel as though you’ll combust on the spot.

“Are you terrified?”

Another challenge, almost like he wants to hear your reply. He wants an honest evaluation.

You finally work up what little courage you have. Reaching out your hand, he just watches. You place it right on his chest, and your heart beat increases. This time when you look at him, Mayuri is the one who feels as though he should backtrack, because the desire you express hits him with the precision of a sharp blade, right through his chest.

“Mayuri..”

It’s the first time you’ve called him so informally, and he decides at that moment that he never wants to hear any different. His lips slant over yours with the urgency of a man that’s been starved. Your body is pulled to his and you welcome it. You don’t truly register it when he once again disappears. It only becomes apparent when you feel your back on the softness of a mattress. Mayuri parts, only to look at you. Those golden hues seem to have changed to a darker color, or maybe that’s just your imagination. His desire is a mirror of your own. He’s fairly built, not that you’re surprised. His robes have always given an outline of broad shoulders. Now you have the pleasure of seeing them without the restrictions of those clothing.

“Is this what you want?”

The fact that he asks, as if ensuring that you’re comfortable, makes you want it even more. You nod, reaching for your own robes as you begin pulling and tugging to get them loose. A smirk plants itself on his lips at your impatience. He helps you to sit upright, gently pushing your hands away so he can assist. 

Your hands lower, and he easily slides the knot at your waist loose. The entire garment comes apart, and the material sags on your shoulder. All of his movements are so slow, controlled, like he’s trying to enjoy this entire moment. Mayuri is so much more tender than you expect for someone who usually displays no emotional or romantic interest.

It takes a moment and you’re completely naked. His tongue slides over his upper lip, almost like he’s dying to finally kiss every inch of your body. He shoots forward, kissing you and you both fall back onto the bed. You can feel the tightness of his muscles, and the cloth of his lower robes that are brushing your legs. You moan at the friction. It’s when he finally cups your breast that you truly cry out. Mayuri pulls back, smirking as he litters your neck with kisses.

“What a beautiful sound..”

You whimper, because his lips seem to be moving down. You’re still a bit dazed from the touch, so you don’t register it until he parts your legs. Your brain picks up with the rest of your body and the last thing you see is that little smirk before his lips find your center. Your eyes spring open at the sensation and you grasp at the pillow at the sides of your head with his tongue invading your most sensitive area.

“M-MAYURI!!

Your scream could probably be heard from miles away. Your back arches, because his appendage is touching places you’ve only ever dreamed of. The shockwaves of pleasure that rush through your body are hard to control. The wet noises of his tongue lapping at you so hungrily is too much to take. His teeth nick your clit and your mind is gone. You jerk forcefully as your release rips through your body. Mayuri is more than satisfied, he licks and sucks until your body finally settles back and all he can hear is your little content whimpering.

Mayuri straightens, taking in the satisfied expression you display. Your chest is still rising and falling a bit quicker than usual. It's obvious you’re trying to get it all back to normal rhythm. He lifts a hand pushing his hair out of his face. The action gives you a beautiful sight of the tight muscles of his upper body. It’s only when he reaches for the tie of his bottom robes that you find yourself anticipating it. He frees himself of the garment and you drink in the sight of him. He’s erect, almost painfully so.

You can still feel the slickness between your legs. You’re twitching, desperate for him.

“Do you want this?”

Another question to confirm your consent. Tears prickle at the edge of your eyes because you want him so bad and it feels like he’s almost taunting you at this point.

“Please! P-Please…Please..”

You don’t care if you’re begging, you need this.

That’s apparently all the encouragement he needs, because he rejoins you on the bed, and the second he’s close, you pull him in for a kiss. One that he reciprocates happily. His hands spread your legs slowly, and you wrap them around his hips and he eases himself in. You both release a sound at the action. Mayuri breaks the kiss to gather a breath, and you hold on, ready for him to completely fill you up, make you entirely his.

He hisses at the resistance, and you shut your eyes. He pauses and you whimper again.

“I-I’m sorry..”

You haven’t exactly done this before, so it’s no wonder that he’s having some difficulty.

“It would be foolish to apologize for something like this..your body is exquisite.”

It sounds like he’s scolding you for apologizing for something clearly out of your control. You blush and smile. Mayuri turns, looking at you, a little glare on his face.

“You’re irritatingly irresistible, it’s vexing.” He mumbles.

Your smile grows wider.

Deciding that you might have to be the one to make the next move, you lick your lips and jerk your hips forward.

Mayuri staggers at the action, breath caught in his throat as your hips are now joined. He’s fully inside you, his breath at your ear, uneven.

“Y-You crazy..”

He means to say something else, but the warmth of you encompassing his length is almost too much for him to produce words right now. Maybe you should have taken a gentler approach, but Mayuri has always been the one carrying out tests, this time it felt like your turn.

“Gomen, I was impatient.” 

You mumbled, clearly just as affected by your new connectedness.

Your legs loosen their grip on his hips, and you urge him to move. The feel of his stillness is making you even more impatient.

“P-Please move Mayuri.”

You plead.

He huffs, trying to work up a glare. Instead, it looks more like desperation and lust. He pulls back his hips, right before he slams into you. The action makes you clutch on the muscles of his back as you moan helplessly. He grins, gripping your thighs as repeats the action. With each thrust your body jolts in rhythm and each cry is louder, more explicit than the last. His body keeps pace and you’re nothing but a mess of moans beneath him. He’s hitting a new angle each time. At least that’s what it feels like. Every jerk of his hips rocks you deeper and deeper. It’s almost too much. Too good.

One particular thrust touches just the right spot. Your legs seize involuntarily and you cum with an uncontrolled scream of his name. Your body tightening around him makes him groan, and he keeps moving until his body follows your release. You can feel his seed shooting up into you and another soft moan escapes you.

It takes a moment for you both to gather your breath, and your wits. Mayuri pulls out after a minute or two, laying down right at your side. His juices seem to be leaking out of you, and the thought has your body tingling. You grip at the sheets, a bashful expression covering your face.

When you feel an arm wrap around your waist, your eyes shoot open. Mayuri pulls you to his chest. You can’t help but peak up at him, just to take in his expression. His eyes seem a bit distant.

“K-Kurotsuhci-taicho..”

Your whisper makes his head turn.

“You are a minx.”

He states. Your blush darkens.

“Wearing such expressions, tempting me, you should be punished.”

You yelp when his hand moves down your body. You press your face into his chest. He expects you to shy away, but you grip at his shoulder.

“Please..punish me Mayuri..”

He grins.

“I intend to.” 

#mayurixreader #bleach #cute #humor #fluff #care #trust #mayuri kurotsuchi #soul reapers #soul society #love #feelings

[ozzgin]

Yandere Jane The Killer with Female Reader who is like Mary Bloody Queen from Identity V(It’s ok if you don’t know Identity V. I adored Mary/BloodyQueen. I feel like Jane The Killer would simp over her. So yes, Yandere Jane x Bloody Queen Reader.)

Sadly I’ve never played nor heard of the game, but it seems there are several essays of character analysis for this Madame Red, which makes it easier for me. I think I have a good idea about her and I do agree the two of them would make a tragic but well fitted pair.

Yandere! Creepypasta x Bloody Queen! Reader

Featuring Jane the Killer and a female reader that strongly resembles the Bloody Queen. TW: May contain violence

Jane has made a promise. She vowed to dedicate herself to a single purpose, that of seeking vengeance. She has abandoned her previous life, the friends she’s known and any hope of normalcy given her fate of an unfortunate test subject. Yes, that much is clear to her. So why, oh why, is she in such pitiful state right now? She’s crouching like a thief in utmost secrecy, hoping to catch the smallest glimpse of your presence. That’s all she needs, nothing more. Why is your sight so soothing to her? She cannot answer. Perhaps it was the way she instantly recognized the look in your eyes, because it’s very much similar to that of her own. The bitterness, the betrayal, the resentful hate boiling within the depths of your black irises, ready to spill over. You’ve been hurt in your past.

She had hoped she’d be satisfied with just observing you from afar. With each day, however, a certain longing seems to bloom and branch out, with powerful tendrils grasping her heart and clouding her mind. She sees your lonely figure and can’t help but fervently wish she could take away your misery. Your only sin is being naïve. Misunderstood. She wants to claw and tear this treacherous world apart, until all that’s left is you and her and…peace.

Once you start dating, Jane is over the moon. Being with you feels like a nightmarish veil has been lifted, and her former self, buried and forgotten in time, digs its way out once again. Warmth floods her body and her lungs expand with fresh, calming air. On your end, you’ve always been somewhat egoistic and burdened by greed. Yet this time it’s different. It’s a paradoxical, directed egoism. You’ve selfishly fallen in love with this mysterious, ghastly stranger that spontaneously invaded your life and your senses. Her bottomless orbs glisten with adoration, but something isn’t quite right about it. It’s twisted, unhinged, a maddening frenzy that traps your being into submission. You don’t mind. You’re a glutton for many things, and nothing is sweeter than unadulterated love. It’s the loyalty that you always desired.

Alas, she hasn’t abandoned her goal. Once you become aware of her intentions, you offer to join her on this intriguing quest of revenge. You can’t say no to such a story of redemption. You arrange your sleeves in the mirror and listen to the worried warnings of your partner. Jane would rather be certain of your safety. Once the outfit appears to be of your desired standard, you linger before your reflection and thoughtfully trace the stitches on your neck. “Have I ever told you why they call me Madame Red?” You turn back towards the pallid woman. A chuckle escapes your mouth upon noticing her nervous expression. “You needn’t concern yourself with my wellbeing. I have faced my fears once and defied my fate.” You pause and search for the words, muddled up in distant memories. This time, when the guillotine falls, you shall be the executioner. At last, it’s your turn to lay the final piece as you glare victoriously at your opponent and announce it: checkmate.

#creepypasta #yandere creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #jane the killer #yandere #yandere x reader #jane the killer x reader #identity 5 #bloody queen

[nishipostitz]

haikyuu boys who made time capsules with you

 starring! hinata, tendou, bokuto x gn!reader

tw! drinking in hinata’s and bokuto’s, mention of cemetery in tendou’s. it’s not a bad thing though! maybe? idk..

hinata would be such a cutie when opening the capsule with you. he has a very vivid memory of how you even agreed to make a capsule. the capsule was made 5 years back when both of you were in your third year of high school. you guys had just started dating then. hinata may have forgotten how you ended up making a capsule, but he would never forget what was put inside of it. okay, it might be gross to hear now, but he probably put a piece of a steam bun in there or something. or maybe a snatched hairtie from the coach.. or maybe a cigarette butt, idk, that guy is..... anyways, what you buried inside was nothing that special. just a pencil that hinata had given you when you forgot your pencil pouch at home. some other things, like stickers you would put on your notebook and EVERYTHING. so when you guys opened up the capsule, the amount of memories rushing back inside your heads was enough to make you both nostalgic. and so after that, you guys called up the karasuno team to plan a hangout, even inviting coach ukai for some drinks because everyone is legal!

tendou introduced the idea of the time capsule at first. you were questioning the suggestion, but you were also intrigued. because in your mind, you thought that the time capsule wouldn’t even be stay underground for more than a week or so. but lo and behold, you forgot about it after burying it.... tendou and you weren’t really dating yet. you guys were in the friends but mutual pining stage. so still shy. like c’mon, you guys BOTH know you got a thing for each other, but no one wants to say anything first. aside from that, tendou suggested the idea because he wanted to see where you guys would be in the future when you actually open the capsule. so now as you two are a couple, you came back to where you buried the capsule and dug it out. the spot was not the best because it was really close to a grave site. your high school selves would’ve never guessed the cemetery would expand this much. so you were getting the dirty looks from some people. like ‘have they got no shame doing this is broad daylight?’ and all that... but alas! you got the capsule out and the people around you had released a breath they didn’t know they were holding. inside, you saw a magazine that tendou would share with ushijima. you also found some treats in there. but what you both were surprised to see were his finger tapes. oh the memories 

bokuto was dead beat drunk when he randomly mentioned the idea of the time capsule to you. you had actually forgotten about it. so you dragged drunk bokuto with you to sober him up. surprisingly, he was able to remember where it was. it was no surprise that it would be outside of akaashi’s house though.. but him being drunk and all, you guys decided to reminisce the past. bokuto had snuck out of practice early that day, saying how his mom fell down the stairs- and you both gathered all the things you wanted to bury. bokuto laid out his singular knee pad, a ball pump, a piece of a sandwich, while you had stolen some drunk guy’s alcohol bottle off the street and your diary. bokuto was confused at first, but when you explained why you had an alcohol bottle, he understood. “I wanted to see if we would be able to drink when we come back to dig this out”. so here you were, both cringing and ‘ew’ ing at the old bottle. “I may be drunk, but I know gross when alcohol when I see one” and you both broke out into fits of laughter. 

let me know if you guys want a part two or not!! because I kinda wanna write for more characters, but I've run out of ideas T_T and feel free to request anything! for now, I'm willing to write about anyone and anything LOL

#bokuto #bokuto fanfic #haikyuu!! #hinata fluff #haikyuu hinata #hinata x reader #fluff #anime #anime boy #tendou #tendou fluff #haikyuu fluff

[shittyakechiweekly]

your si-oc thing for persona 5 is very intriguing, i am sitting with my hands folded listening intently

I have permission to infodump???? Hell yeah! Buckle up fuckers.

Before we get into it, I'd like to say that I'm having the Si-Oc's base knowledge of p5 be the games, p5 vanilla and p5r. This is because the games make up most of my p5 experience. I do own a copy of the first volume of mementos mission that is in the original Japanese. However, while I have been studying Japanese formally for nearly two years now (informally even longer), I am not fluent enough to read it. (it's become a personal goal of mine to not read any of the p5 manga unless I can read it Japanese.) So I'll be disregarding the anime and manga contents in this, save for the two canon names Kurusu Akira and Amamiya Ren.

The main appeal to me of an SI into p5 is how vague it can be in regards to Joker. From the games, we can glean Joker's basic personality and opinions. Perhaps even dig super deep and do a whole psychoanalysis of him, if we take every dialogue option to be a thought in his head, and well actions do speak louder than words in his case as well. But the final decision, what Joker chooses to say, is completely up in the air if the player is not in control. So an SI who is not joker would be in the odd predicament of not having a concrete answer to joker's personality. Is this a stoic serious joker? is this a funny or flirty joker? who knows!

The elusiveness of joker really shines when you take into account that joker is a chameleon. He acts differently with different people. So while we can guess what Joker acts like with Iwai or Ann or Akechi, the Si will have no clue how he'll act with them.

There are other cases in which player choice backhands an SI in the face. The most prominent being joker's schedule. While a more studious Si may have memorized palace deadlines and important dates for plot, what joker does in-between is a mystery. An SI wouldnt know what days joker is doing what or who he's spending time with. An SI would have to sleuth out or get in touch with joker somehow to figure out what he plans on doing and when. (then there's the butterfly effect which will screw up the timeline even more). Also, end of the day an SI going off of game knowledge wouldn't know his name! Even knowing the canon names isn't much help, since it is a coin flip for getting right. What the fuck happens if he goes by neither of those names?! It's called you bump into the guy and you may not even recognize him 'cause anime characters and real people can look pretty different if you're not relying on costumes.

Setting all that aside, I have been considering writing an Si-oc fic. The problem is that I'm not confident in my writing, and that lack of confidence usually prevents me from writing the things I want. Also because of that I have barely any fiction writing practice. I can write pretty good essays for uni though, i think.

But yes, if I were to get off my ass and write an Si fic, I have three ideas that I'm toying with.

A) Si into Joker. cause itd be funny to be isekai-ed as the protagonist and not even know your name til you look at your wallet or smthn.

B) Si into akechi. I run an akechi blog what did you expect.

or C) Si into Iwai's son Kaoru.

Okay the first two are kind of predictable, but why Kaoru? Because Kaoru is a side character that isn't involved with the plot of p5 at all save for being Iwai's son and part of his confidant. Kaoru is also in the same year as Akechi, Makoto, and Haru and goes to shujin. In Iwai's confidant he makes a remark about kaoru prepping for entrance exams, most likely for uni, and kaoru was also wearing the shujin uniform in that same scene. Outside of what is presented in Iwai's confidant there is pretty much no info on kaoru, which gives me a lot of creative control over him. Which means if I wanted to do a reincarnation SI, I could have him bump into the main cast save for joker before the events of the game. And I, as the akechi simp that i am, would utilize that to make my si and akechi friends cause i dont want akechi to die.

The last and final option for me would to have an Si-Oc be their own separate character, which I'm honestly not feeling.

The other thing that i think about when doing an Si is language. The game is set in Tokyo. I am not from Tokyo. heck, I'm not from Japan. I'm a foreigner who looked at Japanese and said, "hey, i feel like I wanna inflict the pain of two alphabets, kanji, and pitch accent upon myself! Im gonna do that!" (Let's not even get into the fact I'm also on and off considering learning Russian cause that's my partner's native language) If I or another English-speaking Si was reincarnated into p5, how would that impact their speaking ability? English is stress accented and Japanese is pitch accented. Learning to not only be able to hear pitch accent but also implement it is difficult coming from a stress accent background. Even people who study and practice pitch accent rigorously for years, still don't get it perfect. A reincarnated Si with no prior Japanese knowledge would probably have the issue of a non-native accent for many years, perhaps even longer considering that pitch accent is rarely explicitly taught and stress-accent speakers are nearly blind to it until it's pointed out. An Si with the background knowledge would probably skate by with less of a non-native accent, perhaps even eliminating it by the time anyone would reasonably notice. But perhaps it would still linger at the faintest edges of their speech. Perhaps one day in high school a friend notices that every once in a while, their words sound off in a way they can't place.

Anyways, that's all I wanna say on si-ocs in p5 for now.

#p5 #persona 5 #akechi goro

[samynnad102687]

Marauderstober

Oct 23 - Remus and Lily - Fall Reading

1,158 words

Lily didn’t know what book Remus wanted to read this time but she was excited to have some one-on-one time with him again, even if they were just reading together. Sirius had been stealing her best friend from her for far too long, if you had to ask Lily. He was also not happy about their little reading date, but Lily didn’t care. She needed her Remus time too. Now she just needed to wait for him to come over. 

Lily was making them some tea when Remus knocked on her door and came in.

“Hey, Lils,” Remus said easily when he walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. 

“How long did it take for Sirius to let go this time?”

“Only twenty minutes,” Remus shrugged. “I may or may not have texted James to come and hang out.”

“Ah, the old bait and switch.”

“Works every time. I don’t even think he realised that I left. As soon as James got there he launched into a discussion about his new favourite show that Regulus, apparently, won’t watch with him. Sirius was appalled at his little brother.” Remus laughed lightly.

“Too bad Regulus was busy today. We could have invited him over too.”

“I did ask him again when he texted me to say thanks for taking James off his hands for a little bit but he declined. Something about getting something ready but he wouldn’t go into the details.”

“He has been secretive lately. What do you think he’s doing?”

“Not sure but James said that Regulus had been spending a lot of time in his office,” Remus said nonchalantly.

“I may have to do some digging later because now I’m intrigued,” Lily mused as she handed Remus his mug and he nodded in acceptance.

“Break and enter?” Remus suggested with a raised eyebrow.

“Not yet. Maybe as a last resort,” Lily laughed as Remus stared at her for a few moments. “There are other options first that don’t involve breaking the law.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

Lily and Remus kept laughing for a few minutes before settling down and finishing their tea. Lily made them some more before moving to the living room and grabbing the book selections for Remus to choose from. Lily chose last time. No matter what book he chose, they would need to pick up another copy unless he had it at home. Remus picked and Lily wasn’t surprised. Of course, he would pick a murder mystery novel of all things to read during October. 

Remus and Lily made a quick run to the book shop since Remus wasn’t sure if he owned it and he didn’t want to risk going back home yet to check, in case Sirius and James were still there. Lily had offered to get it on her eReader but they both preferred the physical books to ebooks. They spent way more time in the book shop than they should have but they eventually made it back to Lily’s to start reading.

Remus and Lily got themselves comfortable as they settled in to read together. They had turned their phones to silent. Remus expected to have several messages from Sirius by the time that they were done. Lily had gotten some snacks and more tea, comfy blankets and pillows and turned on the fireplace. 

“Ready?” Remus asked when Lily sat back down and got situated.

“Yep.”

They read the murder mystery for about two hours before Lily couldn’t contain herself anymore. If anyone was to ask later, she would tell them that she tried so hard to stay quiet but she couldn’t believe what had happened in the book. She gasped loud enough to draw Remus’ attention away from his own book. 

“What the fuck you gasping for?” 

“I didn’t expect it to happen,” Lily said, stunned.

“Well, don’t tell me where it is. I don’t want to be looking for a gasp-worthy moment and not be able to gasp.”

“Chapter five.”

“Lily?! I just said don’t tell me. I haven’t gotten that far yet,” Remus shrieked as he glared at Lily and she had to hide her smirk behind her blanket. She did it on purpose and he knew it. 

“I couldn’t help it,” Lily replied sheepishly. “Would you like another drink before we continue?”

“You mean before I continue since you are already a full ass chapter ahead of me.” 

Lily shrugged her shoulders and Remus threw a pillow at her that smacked her right in the face. She should have expected that but she was still reeling from her little ‘mishap’. 

“It’s not my fault I’m a faster reader than you.” Remus gave her his best death glare but since they both knew Regulus, it didn’t really have much of an impact. 

“You little shit.”

“Yeah, well. Did you want that drink or not?”

“Duh,” Remus said, handing her his mug and going back to his book.

Lily went into the kitchen and fixed them each a new drink and grabbed the takeaway menus. Their snacks were not going to be enough for this book. 

“I’m ordering takeaway, any preferences?” Lily called from the kitchen.

“No.”

Lily pulled out her phone and ordered some Chinese food and it would be there in about thirty minutes. After putting her phone away and bringing the drinks back out to Remus, she sat back down in her chair but didn’t try to get super comfortable since she was going to have to get up to get the food in a little bit anyway. Lily was able to read another fifteen pages before a knock came at the door and she had to retrieve their food. Once she had the food, she set it on the table and they both dished some up and got comfortable again.

Lily was reading chapter nine when Remus decided to get back at her and let his own gasp out. When she looked up, he was trying and failing to hide his smirk.

“You did that on purpose,” Lily accused him.

“No shit and I’m not going to tell you where it was either.”

“Bitch.”

“Takes one to know one,” Remus shrugged nonchalantly.

“Was it in chapter five?”

“No.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me,” Remus declared mischievously . 

“Yeah, I do.”

They spent the rest of the night reading the book and gasping at various moments. Some gasps were real, Lily wasn’t even trying to hold back anymore, and some gasps were simply to spite the other. When they had finished the book, Remus checked his messages and lo and behold, Sirius was ‘concerned’ about where he was. More like he wanted to be clingy and Remus wasn’t there for him to hang on. Lily wondered if James stayed the whole time or went back home to bug his own boyfriend. Either way, Lily couldn’t wait until they did this again and Lily got to pick out the book.

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[lovebvni]

Hi, Abyss! Thank you so much for doing a reading game! I genuinely appreciate it when people do these readings since I know a lot of time and energy goes into them.

I don't want to delve too much into myself since I prefer to stay relatively private about my shifting journey, but I'm an adult shifter who has been skeptical, but open, to this phenomena. After having some very intriguing "mini-shift" experiences and a near full shift (to a place I wasn't in the mood for, haha) I now fully believe in this and I can do it. I've been honing in on something that works for me for about 3 years now (from what I've read, it always seems to be around 3 or 4 years for those who are a bit older/logical minded before a shift comes our way, haha), and I feel like I've finally onto something that works for me! I have two DRs at the moment; one derived from a video game, which is the main one I've put the bulk of my focus towards experiencing, and another that I've decided will be more up in the air, vibes-based, semi-blind shift related. All I know is that I want it to be oceanic based (mainly based upon my own "original" aquatic race).

That said, I would like to ask if I should stick with my current mindset and what I've been doing for myself in regards to shifting? Mainly, I'd like to see if there are things I haven't considered yet, or just hear a good solid reassurance I know what I need to know and I'm doing what I need to do. Thank you again!

hiii anon!!! it’s wonderful to hear ur story!! :D i have also been shifting for around 3 years n im getting goose to finally shifting to my wr <3

fromm my understanding you’re asking for advice on spirit of things you may need to change or keep doing.

for your tips, i heard “keep your current mindset and really set yourself in it”

do kinda like make yourself grounded in those beliefs and don’t let anyone change it ever. know you’re right and in your right mindset! you’re on the right path, and shifting is soon coming. all you need to do is believe!

this is a very interesting song to get for shufflemancy!! the main thing that stands out to me is “i don’t wanna be controlled by the past” you need to let everything come to the surface and remove it from your soul.

what makes you angry? that’s the trigger. use that trigger and dig deeper.

pull it up. use that anger to pull out that anger. it may be something you’ve always wanted to say but you where never able to. pull it out, scream it in the shower — let it out.

maybe you witness you shouldn’t have, and it makes you angry that someone would even hurt someone else like that.

this is all to speed up the process btw

spirit also said you are very observant. you’re going to shift at about that 3 years and 7 months mark. they won’t give me the date or anything, but december and the winter months seem important!

well, anon, i hope this helps out!!

sending you love and peace. another tip, just from me w no spiritual guidance whatsoever, cleanse all your chakras! it helps!

and have a good one!! leave a review <3

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[smallestapplin]

Hey, about MC (or s/o) saving Volo

May I request he finally passed redemption arc and got accepted by MC, but there's another challenge. MC's two warden children, who knew well what he did, and won't even hesitate to break his neck. Slowly making himself into their hearts and in the end... They became a family! (And expect a baby sibling)

He's a menace but I'll shoot my shots

I simp for him too don’t worry. So same

Reader is called mom but uses they/them pronouns.

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Volo knew he was forgiven.

You forgave him for everything, you two worked through all the issues he could possibly think his betrayal caused, even working through his own issues in the process.

He wouldn’t say perfect, but he does notice a calmer change, and being with you and dating you has helped. You both have a truer much stronger bond, Volo would do anything for you.

But your kids are a different story.

Yes he was fully aware of the two youngest wardens taking a liking to you, you spoke very highly of them a lot before, and after your banishment, and presently. Hell he was even there holding you while you cried happily cause they called you mom for the first time.

He is aware you’ve taken them in as your children, and they love you like their parent. The issue? Your children are protective of you.

Sabi plays dumb and sweet, that’s what she wants everyone to think, they’ll never believe him if he said she’s threatened him and move chairs from under him. The green haired warden made it her goal to teach him his place.

Volo is highly impressed though, her mini manipulation tactics to make sure he gets the hint are truly works of art.

Next is Lian, your eldest, and arguably the most upfront about his dislike of Volo.

Lian gets in between you and him quite often, blocking Volo from getting to you, and sassing him every chance the cowboy gets. What is usually reserved for Melli is thrown right to Volo almost twice as more vicious.

Volo has called Lian an ankle biter on several occasions because of this.

They trusted him vaguely once, but after his betrayal at the Temple of Sinnoh, and seeing the pain you tried to hide after that. The kids vowed to make him pay.

Sure you forgave him, but they didn’t, they didn’t like that he hurt you.

You try to calm Lian down the times he does talk back or insult Volo, but nothing you say calms the boy down.

You aren’t even aware of Sabi’s doings.

But Volo had an idea, he couldn’t win the kids over at the same time, he needed to get to know them one by one and little by little.

He started tagging along with you and Lian to caves for rocks and ore. Letting his knowledge of the area and the minerals be his way to Lian.

Sometimes it was just the two. While Lian has trained with you for his Pokémon to be stronger, he doesn’t keep them in pokeballs, so they aren’t all by his side.

Volo does however, which is why you asked him to go with your son, silently hoping the two would have some break through.

“Ya know I don’t like you.”

“I’m aware.”

“Then why are you coming with me?”

“Your mother asked me to, while they trust you and your pokemon’s abilities you only ever have one with you at a time, which can spell disaster against certain kinds of pokemon and swarms. So they asked me to tag along to make sure you don’t get hurt.”

Volo’s long explanation made the young warden huff and rolls his eyes.

When digging around around the cave Lian could hear Volo humming in thought before the blonde spoke.

“These markings are intriguing, with how the look I’d say this cave came to be over time a few hundred thousand ago at most, these markings however are more…Pokémon made, so I’d say it wasn’t originally thins big before Pokémon came around it.”

The boy looks at Volo confused, wary, but curious.

“You can get all that from the markings on the walls?”

“Why yes of course! If you know what you’re looking for it becomes easier to find. Here let me show you.”

Lian approaches cautiously, keeping a stern eye on the blonde before his attention is brought the cave walls. Volo wipes it down lightly before pointing at the markings.

“See? You can see where the limestone was washed away and dissolved over time by the weather.”

Volo fights his ecstatic smile while Lian ‘ooo’s at it all.

The man points to another set of markings.

“And see how this one is much different than the limestone ones? They one is a set of claw marks, and I’d say from how the highlands are, it was most likely a dragon type. They are usually the most territorial.”

The trip continues on even when finding rocks. Lian is in awe when Volo breaks open a few revealing amethyst clusters, fossils, and sometimes just rock patterns.

Volo is beaming with success, Lian wouldn’t stop asking questions, which Volo was happy to teach the boy.

Lian only swapped back into being stand offish when they returned. But this was an absolute win!

Next was Sabi.

Unlike her brother, she doesn’t go anywhere for trips, usually staying in the icelands and playing around.

It gives him memories of when you two were first dating, Sabi had him convinced there had been something between you and Gaeric. How she’d always run over to him and have you two talk like a split up couple coparenting.

He still chuckles at your shocked face when he asked.

But she is more energetic and wild, maybe he can appeal to that side of her? A snow ball fight maybe? Or tag? He isn’t sure. She’s the one child he has the most difficulty pinpointing things about.

In the Icelands he isn’t quite sure what to do with her. It’s not like she’d happily play games with him.

“What are you doing here?” Sabi tilts her head, eyes narrowing at him in suspicion.

“You left the house before taking a packed lunch with you, so m-..your mother asked me to bring you one while they worked.”

Sabi takes the bag and starts opening.

“I did pack something extra, you need to keep your energy up after all.”

Sabi glances at him one last time before opening the bag.

“You…packed me extras of my favorite sweets? And give me a few extras of my favorites?”

“You have a lot of energy and food is fuel for that, enjoy!”

Volo knows she’s going to be a much slowly process to work towards her kindness but he is willing to work with both kids.

He just wants them to trust him, he wants to be able to have an argument with you without them thinking he’s going to hurt you. You two don’t argue often anymore but still.

But walking away from the youngest warden while thinking wasn’t a good call. Not if the cold snow breaking against the back of his was to saying anything.

Turning around he sees Braviary holding the lunch box and her holding another snowball.

“Come on old man, are is the cold too much for your bones?”

“Oh, it’s on.”

Volo wastes the day away dodging her snowballs and tossing his own. The two bob and weave to avoid the incoming attacks even taking to hiding behind trees.

He completely forgot to track the time and they two ended up covered head to two in snow as the sun was setting.

“You’re very skilled at throwing.”

“Thanks, mom taught me.”

“Ah that explains it, they do have a good arm.”

Volo internally cheers when she smiles at him.

“Come on, I’m sure your mother is worried about is, it appears we will be a little late for dinner.”

The little warden nods and walks along side him back to the village. She doesn’t speak but grabs his hand as they walk.

While Sabi doesn’t talk most of the way home Volo is more than happy to walk in silence, he is just happy she’s warming up to him. Even if they both are freezing from the snow melting on them.

Volo continues this for he doesn’t even remember how long.

Join Lian on his cave trips, talk about rocks and ores, repeat.

Take Sabi lunch, have a snowball fight or plau tag, go home for dinner, repeat.

You’ve picked up on what he’s trying to go and give him pointers or little inside secrets to help him, he’s so happy about that.

He wants to marry you but wants your kids to like him before he does so.

“Hey pops where did you put my obsidian rock?”

“Uuhh it should be on your shelf by your bed.”

“Oh! Thanks.”

Volo goes back to cutting vegetables, a smile threatening to form on his face as you look between him and Lian in surprise.

“Hey dad, can we have a snowball fight later? I wanna kick Lian’s butt.”

“Sabi! You know better than to plan someone’s downfall out loud.”

The two giggle before she runs off.

“They seem to have grown to like you.”

Volo looks at you with a soft smile.

“Isn’t it great? I’m glad my hard work has paid off, they are good kids. I can see how you got roped in.”

You laugh “yeah well, they make it difficult, hopefully our other child doesn’t have their hardheaded ness.”

Volo stops preparing lunch and looks at you, eyes scanning every part of your face to find something.

“Though they’ll have your genes, so I’m almost certain they’ll be as stubborn as you are.”

“My angel, are….are you saying you’re-“

“Am I saying that in like eight months we are having a baby? Yes, yes I am, Pesselle said I’m a month along. Volo?”

You watch the merchant bounce on his heels before lunging at you, a smile splits on his face as he smothers you with kisses.

“Oh we got to tell our children! Kids! Kids!”

You try not to laugh at the sight of Volo running in your apron yelling for your children.

He’s going to be a good dad, you can tell.

#long post #pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon fanfic #pokemon fluff #pokemon volo #pokemon volo x reader

[sablegear0]

Thinkin bout Dark Samus

I’m having Thoughts about Dark Samus so now you all have to hear them.

Specifically, I’m having thoughts about revising old fics and/or potential interactions between Dark Samus and Adam because of course I am. Headcanons ahoy under the cut. (This one got inordinately long, like four pages long, so brace yourselves.)

We don’t know what was going on in the GF Capitol during the Phazon Crisis. I’ve taken some guesses at it over the course of Electrochromic, but we don’t have any canon material. I imagine things were tense, obviously, knowing that the Space Pirates essentially had planet-killing weapons at their disposal.

I’ve toyed with concepts of what Adam might have been up to during this time (some of which may make it into EC/EC-adjacent pieces later), but one thing I’ve pondered over but never really been able to put into a fic is the possibility of Adam encountering some facet of Dark Samus.

I have a headcanon that any creature exposed to phazon radiation becomes connected to the “collective”/hivemind of Phaaze in some way. Only badly corrupted creatures become a part of the hivemind, but something as simple as a radiation burn can loosely connect a creature to other creatures who have been exposed to phazon. There have been no officially documented cases of “phazon sickness” among PED Marines, but I imagine exposure to the substance has caused a handful of unusual anecdotal symptoms. Afflicted troopers often feel as if they are being followed or watched. One extreme – and concerning, given the distance from the front lines – case involved a test trooper on Daiban hallucinating the presence of “a woman in black” observing his test along with the science team.

The Dark Hunter is curious and capricious. She likes to observe, but rarely appear or interact. She uses the network of both soldiers and victims the Pirate campaign accumulates to extend the reach of her perception. One version of the interaction with Adam I’ve pondered is him coming to be injured or otherwise exposed in a lab test (he’d be fine, of course, just a minor injury) and attracting the attention of the Dark Hunter. In some versions it’s just a mounting paranoia on Adam’s part – he knows something is present, observing or following him, there’s an unfamiliar figure in crowds and around corners. His peers chalk it up to stress; everyone is overworked because of the crisis, he’s shaken up from his injury and that trauma is affecting him, he just needs a break, to talk to someone. And they’re not wrong, and for a brief time Adam is convinced what he’s experiencing is just internal.

But Dark Samus (I want to give her a different name, I can’t imagine she would use this one for herself) doesn’t like to be ignored. Maybe her approach becomes more direct, maybe she starts to pick at the thoughts and memories of her new favourite thing to watch, push phrases into his mind, maybe she creates a more visible manifestation, even takes on a human-like form and speaks to him directly. I couldn’t decide.

But I want to know what these two would talk about, or clash about. Does Adam know what she is? Does she look like Samus, or can he make the connection? How does she feel about him? He’s interesting, certainly; a high-ranking officer in her enemy’s army, well-connected and highly capable and intelligent. Could she use him as a source of information, or is he merely a curiosity, a source of entertainment?

There’s another version of this scenario that I’ve been mulling over recently. Sort of a combination of a pair of fics I recently retired from DA. Part of me wants to rewrite them because their style is old and dated, and I feel like I could do a better job of them now with more material (both hc and canon) and experience to work from. I want to dig into Dark Samus on a personal level, which I tried to do a bit in the past, but I literally wrote that fic in my teens, so there wasn’t much emotional maturity or intrigue in it. Being just older and having existed more, I think I have more I can use a version of that fic to say (and maybe finish it this time).

And part of that is because I’ve been thinking about this interaction/scenario, and considering Dark Samus’s motivations and self more. What sort of instincts does a chimera like her have? What does a being with emergent sentience think like, what are her priorities and wants? This is where the sort of crossover and jamming Adam into the situation comes in.

His involvement begins when Samus is the last of the Hunters to lose control of themselves and turn against the GF (drawn from the other retired fic). Having some experience working with her, Adam is brought in to help/consult on what the heck to do with/about her. Through a series of contrivances where he comes into direct contact with Dark Samus, he negotiates a hostage trade – himself for Samus’s autonomy back – and is baffled when the Dark Hunter accepts.

Adam doesn’t see this as being terribly hazardous to him personally. Between his backup and training (despite not being psionic-sensitive, he’s been trained to identify and fend off psionic intrusion. Thanks Project Icarus.) he’s confident he’s both equipped to handle this, and disposable if absolutely necessary. His initial assumption is that the Dark Hunter sees him as a source of information more valuable than having one extra Hunter on hand, so it’s a fair trade. But over the course of his interactions with her he comes to realize that isn’t really the case. She doesn’t grill him for information or even really treat him as a prisoner – for the most part he’s stuck in her private quarters but it’s relatively comfortable otherwise. She treats him like a guest... almost like a companion.

The truth of it is that she finds him fascinating, not for what he knows but for who he is, how he functions. They’re not so different, she thinks.

I’ve been considering Dark Samus’s relationship to Phaaze. Phaaze isn’t evil, it can’t be, it’s just a superorganism that is driven to spread and reproduce, like any living thing. Dark Samus doesn’t take control of Phaaze so much as find a way to facilitate what it’s already meant to do, attaching the stolen Aurora Unit just gives Phaaze a nudge towards self-awareness and a direct interface with her. It can launch leviathans at targets instead of just at random, but it’s still very much the same self-perpetuating collective it always was. And of the two of them, Phaaze is the one in charge. Dark Samus helps it, guides it, but does not control it. And therein lies her perceived similarity to Adam. They’re both “middle management” – high up enough to lead, to be known and looked up to, even idolized by their subordinates, but both still obligated to the whims of a larger organization. In her case, the Phaaze collective, in his, the Galactic Federation as a whole.

What Dark Samus is interested in is how he performs and copes with his role. Adam comes to notice that when she isn’t out doing Evil Leader Stuff, Dark Samus just... sleeps. Or does nothing. She spends a lot of time resting, but it’s not because her position is all that strenuous. As they talk he comes to realize she sleeps so often because she’s bored. She doesn’t have any conception of what to do with herself when she’s not active. The only cultures she’s been exposed to are the Ing and Space Pirates, neither of which have any concept of “leisure activities” or “hobbies.” Pirates seldom make art, they don’t have a music culture, their sapient drive to create has been bred out of them in favour of aggressive or servile qualities. They’re just a step above a hivemind themselves, and when they’re not working, they’re sleeping. So Dark Samus thinks this is normal, even though she knows, deep down in the human parts of herself, that something about it is wrong.

She asks Adam what he does when he’s not working, she finds it fascinating, almost funny, that he’s in a similar position. He doesn’t have a very healthy work-life balance, not a lot of time for his hobbies because work wears him out, not a lot of friends because he tends to keep to himself. In a way, Dark Samus finds the minimal difference ideal. It would have hard for her to relate to someone more social, more creative, because the gap would simply be too wide. But Adam’s tentative step up from her utter inaction – and the depression it causes her slightly-too-human psyche – is a welcome education.

It’s such a novel experience the first time he plays music for her, dredging up a wonky keyboard patch to install on the console in her private cabin. (Yes this is a persistent headcanon.) He’s not even sure at first if she can parse music as something enjoyable or if it would just be noise for her. She tries to poke into his mind while he plays but he pushes her away; knowing what he’s feeling would be cheating, he wants her to listen and feel for herself. It’s rough, whatever he plays is all from memory and it’s not all there, but it’s good enough. When he asks her what she thought, she doesn’t respond much. She’s not sure, herself. It was so utterly alien to her. She asks him to play it again, and this time, he lets her sift through his thoughts while he does.

And this is where she finds something that truly captures her attention. The associated memories that surface when Adam plays – jamming with Ian, the sheer joy of making music with and for someone, the grief of losing him, of playing alone now that he can finally handle doing so. She realizes she’s never felt these feelings before. Joy and grief. Not alone, and never together. But she understands she could have, should have at times. But they’re new. She’s only ever felt self-satisfied: stealing from Pirates, freeing their metroids, taking over their systems, making them her own. There was never joy in that. She’s only ever felt angry: fighting and destroying, avenging her lesser kin, and herself, upon the Pirates or her rival-original. But there was no grief along with that. And now she knows there should have been. She should have taken pride and joy in her abilities, her wide-ranging explorations across impossible land- and space-scapes. She should have grieved the abuse and deaths of her brood-kin at the hands of the Pirates, perhaps even grieved her own deaths and transitions, the trauma she’s suffered.

There’s been a piece missing this whole time, and she hates it now that she knows what it is. Because it was a piece of that part of herself she most despises, that finnicky, sensitive human part. But it’s at the forefront, she owes her sense of self and her ambition to it, to forsake it would be going back to being just Metroid Prime; intelligent, but still just an animal a bit too clever for its own good. She comes to realize that some – not all, but a large some – of the discontent she feels is because that human part of her wants. It wants to be occupied, maybe even to create, it wants to socialize, maybe it wants friends, family – was that why it felt like such a good idea to bring metroids to Phaaze, did she hope to create other creatures like herself? That part of her likes this new human guest, too. Is it just because he’s male? Or because he seems so unafraid of her, treating her like an equal, letting her learn from him and holding so little back?

But... can she confide these thoughts in her new guest? Can she dare to consider him a “friend” in some capacity? Has he already figured her out? Is there a way to learn more without exposing too much vulnerability? Is there a way to do more without becoming distracted? She has her war to wage, Pirate Generals to appease with new targets and strategies. She can’t afford to go soft on them now. Not that her position is as perilous with them as it started out, they’re all well and loyal, but she can’t afford to lose ground to the Federation by diverting her attention.

Adam, on the other hand, does come to realize he’s exposed a soft spot here. But it comes with its own risks and conflicts. The idea of dissuading, or even flipping the Dark Hunter from her cause is incredibly tempting. But also... this is something he’s learned in confidence from an incredibly dangerous creature. She’s kept her abilities toned down around him to keep him safe, but her mere presence could be lethal to him, and making a move like that too obvious would not only risk his safety, but risk the Dark Hunter doubling down on her tour of destruction out of anger and spite.

Therein lies the appeal and the trouble I find in this situation. I want to explore this conflicted nature I believe exists in Dark Samus, and I’d like a human character to help facilitate that (or if I revive my DS-centric fic, some slightly more introspective Pirate characters). But I don’t like the idea of it being framed like someone, esp. a male character, “saving” her. At the same time, it seems extra tragic after all that introspection to have her decide that no, she doesn’t want to know that side of herself, and commit to burning it all down instead – destroying everything in her path so there’s nothing to tempt her to “go soft” again, so she can be lonely at the top and try to convince herself it’s fine.

But I crave that angst and introspective interaction, you know? Just like with Adam and Raven Beak, I think there’s some interesting parallels and contrasts that can be teased out of these characters interacting. Tbh, I just tend to gravitate to Adam bc he’s muh favourite, which means I have to jam difficult emotions into him whenever I’m not (and sometimes even when I am) putting him in mortal peril. Anyway thanks for reading, this one got way too long but I had to get it out of my head.

#sable has a take #sable's fic #metroid #metroid prime corruption #dark samus #adam malkovich #this one got away from me #i just have so many feelings

[satashiiwrites]

Death, Rebirth and the Jackal for the WIP game! I am intrigued

So, this fic is partially posted but got put on the back burner because I made too many commitments for the back half of 2023 on the writing front. The base fandom/characters is Mass Effect Andromeda but it’s very AU and not quite a fusion of The Mummy (1999 Brendan Fraser movie) but has huge influences from Moon Knight, Egyptian Mythology and probably every other piece of media I’ve ever consumed about Egyptian archeology in the 1800s/early 1900s. Mixed with were-creatures. Kinda.

Some liberties have been taken. I don’t usually do straight-up scene for scene fusions unless i’m writing crack!fic.

My muse had been long chewing on another one shot I wrote (A Soul’s Weight) that invoked Reyes as his fanon callsign: Anubis where I may or may not have borrowed Egyptian myth and not put it back where it belongs in the same condition in which it was borrowed.

Here’s a bit that hasn’t been posted to AO3. It’s two snippets from Alec’s POV that is a flashback that gives some backstory as he’s dead in the present day of the fic. (I’m great at fridging Alec in my fics I’ve just realized and I regret it not at all).

From: Death, Rebirth and the Jackal, unknown chapter

Fandom: The root character source is Mass Effect Andromeda. Recognizable elements from the Mummy trilogy, borrowed some Moon Knight and other things as well.

Tags/warnings: first draft. Flashback. Ryder family feels.

They’d made good progress today.  The finds had not been too significant but it felt like they were getting closer to something significant—he could just feel something was coming. Their permit was good for the whole year so they had time to be methodical with their dig and focus on accuracy and scholarship rather than being simple grave robbers like those that had come before them.  

It made Alec’s blood boil to think that most of the tombs had been almost fully cleared out by the time of Plutarch and turned into tourist attractions.  So much lost but he knew there had to still be significant discoveries hidden underneath dirt, sand and rock. They only had to carefully dig to discover them. Ellen was even more hopeful than him, having found parts of a broken beaded necklace just last week. 

They hadn’t found a new tomb yet but he knew they would.  All that talk of the last tombs having been located was false.  His skin itched, he knew the dead still slept in these hills—he just had to find them. 

Rubbing his face tiredly as he approached the tents that his small family was currently living in, he found his daughter sitting quietly with a book.  Sara’s small little face was screwed up in concentration as she studied her hieroglyphics book, a pencil stuck between her lips making her front teeth stick out just a bit as she had yet to grow into them. 

Smiling, he placed a kiss to the top of her fine hair that somehow had gotten sand in it even though it had been carefully braided into a crown atop her small head. He ran his hand  down her back, encouraging her to curl into his side in a hug.  “How goes the studying?” He asked as they sat together curled up on the overlapping rugs used as carpeting and reaching for the small container of dates that their nanny Nailah had thoughtfully left for her young charge to snack on as she studied. “Where’s Nailah and your brother?” 

“Scott went outside when he finished,” Sara admitted with a little huff.  “He’s much faster than me.”

Laughing at his daughter’s grumpiness, Alec let her cuddle deep into his side.  Sara was good with hieroglyphics but it was his son Scott who seemed to just effortlessly read and write in the ancient script like he’d been born to it.  Sara was more studious and dedicated while Scott had the natural aptitude yet no drive to learn like his sister which was a shame.   

“Where outside?  Nailah too?”

“She went looking for him a bit ago,” Sara sighed with all the weight of the world on her thin little nine-year-old shoulders. “He said he wanted to go play with Jabari.”

“Jabari?” Alec inwardly groaned.  Jabari was the son of one of the head porters that had been hired without his say so.  The man was only middling at his job and his son had a penchant for trouble that he often pulled Scott in by association. 

<<scene break>>d

He held out his own wrists, offering them to her.  “And mine?”

The pity in her eyes was answer enough. 

“I’m too late aren’t I?”

She nodded her head slowly, her hands coming to grasp the outside of his and thumbs resting over the pulse point and rubbing the drying blood into his skin.  “If you had been brought to us as a child…”

Alec looked away from her toward his son who slept fitfully, wrists bleeding still from the marks that had been cut into them.  For Scott it had to work. His son couldn’t bear this curse. the call of the desert was too strong of an influence. The need to run and howl, to be only half a man.  The thought of Scott being burdened like he was… he would do anything to prevent that. 

God forgive him for what he had done to his own son. 

“But for him?”

Her head bowed, gaze serious as they landed on the mop of chestnut hair arrayed like a halo around his son. “The binding will hold…”

“But for how long? He’ll live a normal life?” He pleads, desperate. 

Her lips press together firmly, but she doesn’t answer him. 

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One Misunderstanding

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You struggle to fix Bucky's first impression of you. Bucky struggles with his own feelings.

Warnings: angst, Hydra things- like brainwashing and torture, a few curse words, panic attacks, anxiety

Word count: 5609

a/n: this idea came to me very suddenly, but I'm in love with it. Hopefully whatever I just wrote does it justice.

Masterlist

"Everyone, meet Y/N. She's the newest member of our little group, bringing in a whole new level of hacking and tech skills. Y/N, meet the team." Tony introduced you to everyone, eager to share your skills.

You turned to the group, getting ready to introduce yourself further, but instead tripped. You shrieked as you fell down the small set of stairs you were at the top of.

Sam, being the closest, caught you. "Good thing you've got tech skills." He chuckled as you righted yourself, firmly planting your feet on the ground.

"Haha, yeah. I'm not a big fan of violence." You winced as you said it, wishing you could take it back. You didn't want to get into the reasons as to why you don't like violence.

To your surprise, nobody asked why. You would have guessed they would have questions, but maybe they weren't interested in your past. They all had their own issues to deal with afterall.

"Eh, we don't need anymore people for fighting anyway. Welcome to the team." Steve greeted you warmly, as you would have expected from America's golden boy.

You gratefully shook his hand, glad to not have to talk about anything yet. Unfortunately, you tripped again when you tried to move back, falling into the one and only Bucky Barnes.

His hands steadied you, dryly laughing at your clumsiness. "You really are clumsy."

You did you best to not show how embarrassed you were. You couldn't deny the claim. Unless you were fighting, something you vowed to yourself to never do again, you were clumsy.

Being abducted and tortured by Hydra may have made you a competent fighter, but your aptitude for tripping over nothing never left.

"Right, sorry!" You greeted everyone else quickly, eager to get situated in your room. "I'm just going to unpack everything." You waved as you backed out of the room, bumping into the wall as you left.

-

You had just finished putting away your stuff when you heard a knock on your door.

"Come in!" You figured someone would have questions for you.

Unsurprisingly, Natasha was the one to step into your room. Of everyone there, you expected her to have learned about your past. It comes with the territory of being a spy.

"Hi, I was hoping to talk to you." Her tone was friendly, but clearly she was skeptical of you. Again, you weren't surprised.

"I thought you might. I'm assuming you read my file? Honestly, I thought everyone would." You laughed gently, shaking your head at yourself.

"I did. Your file is pretty bare bones though. I did some extra digging... Not everyone else is as nosy as me." She grinned, already pleased with your openness. "So, why'd you pretend to be clumsy?"

"Oh, it wasn't pretend. I've always been clumsy. When everything happened, and I learned how to fight, I thought my newfound agility would help. Turns out, it didn't. The only times I'm even the slightest bit coordinated are when I'm fighting or training, but I wasn't lying about that either. When I escaped, I promised myself I wouldn't hurt anyone else."

"Why join the Avengers at all then?" She looked curious, still unsure if she could trust you.

"I wanted to help people. I just didn't want to use the skills they gave me to do it. So, I learned how to code, figured I could help behind the scenes."

She smiled, letting down her guard. Clearly it would take some time, but you could easily see the two of you being close friends.

"So, nobody knows about what you went through?" She couldn't help but be curious about your past.

"Nope. I don't talk about it much, but it's not a secret. I'll answer anything you want to know." You smiled, eager to try and make a real friend here.

You spent the next few hours answering every question Natasha could think of. You told her about being abducted and experimented on.

That lead to even more questions, basically boiling down to the fact that you're not a super soldier, but you do have enhanced senses- and seemingly enhanced clumsiness for when you're not using them.

You told her about learning how to fight, and the punishments you would endure if you got it wrong. The two of you bonded over the shared experience.

Finally, you told her about how you escaped. When the Winter Soldier escaped, every Hydra effort possible was made to find him. That included you. Resources were spread thin, trying to cover more areas. It was the perfect opportunity for you to get out.

"Really, I owe my freedom to him. Even if he doesn't know anything about me." You felt the tears in your eyes, too many emotions swirling through you to keep it all in anymore. "Since then, I've learned everything I could about technology and coding, which pretty much brings you up to date."

Before she could ask anymore questions, there was another knock on your door. Quickly wiping the tears from your eyes, you called another "come in!"

Steve poked his head in the door, cautiously looking between you and Nat.

"I've been sent to stop the interrogation." He grinned, stepping farther into the room.

Nat rose from her spot on the bed, kissing him on the cheek while rolling her eyes. "It wasn't an interrogation. We were bonding."

"Yeah, over what?" He chuckled, trying to figure out what the two of you had in common.

Maybe it was the look in your eyes, or maybe Nat just likes knowing more than everyone, but she smiled conspiratorially at you before responding. "Girl stuff, babe. Just girl stuff."

You smiled as the couple left the room, grateful for not having to explain everything again.

-

Over the next few weeks, the team constantly teased you for your clumsiness. Well, not the whole team. Nat knew the truth, so she never said anything. Peter never teased you either, although that is likely due to the teasing he endures as well.

Weirdly enough, you bonded with the kid over it, eventually telling him about your past as well.

Normally you could shake it off. They clearly didn't mean anything by it. Except Bucky.

Whenever he said anything, he stared you down. His eyes felt like they were piercing your soul. You're not sure exactly why, but he didn't seem to like you much.

Which wouldn't be an issue if you didn't have an embarrassing crush on the man.

Really your infatuation started when you first escaped Hydra. His own escape lead to your freedom, so you admired him. When you found out he was working with the Avengers to help people, you admired him even more.

Watching him on missions is really what caused the infatuation to blossom into a full blown crush.

You, however, would adamantly deny that if anyone ever asked. Which is what just happened.

"What?!" You nearly tripped, again, with how quickly you turned to look at Wanda and Nat.

"You heard me." Nat stared at you, a neutral expression on her face. "When are you going to do something about your crush on Barnes."

"I, I don't- I don't have a crush on Bucky." You stuttered, a lackluster job at denying the truth.

"Please, Y/N. It's so obvious!" Wanda joined in.

The three of you hung out a lot around the compound. It was nice to have a support system to lean on when things got hard.

"Well, even if I did, which I'm not saying I do! He doesn't like me. I don't know what I did, but his eyes feel like daggers whenever we're in the same room." You started out strong, but quickly morphed into a sad resignation. It genuinely upset you that Bucky didn't like you.

"I think I might know what that's about..." Wanda bit her lip, immediately feeling guilty at having said anything.

"What!?" You eagerly turned to her, needing answers. You shuffled your way across the room, never fully rising from your seat on the ground.

"I don't know if I should tell you! I'm not even supposed to know, but sometimes his thoughts are really loud!" Her guilt multiplied.

"You have to tell me now! Then I can fix it!" You were practically begging at her feet from your position on the floor.

She looked at Nat, who just shrugged in return. "Not my place, although I would love to hear it."

"Ugh, fine. But you can't tell anyone I told you!" Wanda glared at the two of you, unable to say no to your pouting face. "The first day we all met you, do you remember what you said?"

Your face scrunched as you tried to remember. "I'm not a big fan of violence?"

She nodded, looking at you as if she just told you everything.

"So?" You asked incredulously, unable to follow her train of thought.

She rolled her eyes, having to spell it out for you. "He kind of took that personally..."

Immediately, you sunk completely to the floor. "Oh, god. Fuck! That's not what I meant at all! I just meant I don't personally like using violence! Shit, shit, shit." You continued to mutter to yourself as Nat and Wanda shared a look.

"Why don't you like using violence?" Wanda asked, intrigued by your reaction.

You thought back to your conversation with Nat the first day you got here. You told her it wasn't a secret, it just wasn't something you brought up.

"Can you just look in my head? I don't really wanna explain it, but I want you to know." You asked, glad to share you past with another friend.

Wanda nodded, seemingly doing nothing until realization dawned on her.

"Oh shit." She whispered, not even realizing she said it out loud.

"Yeah." You huffed out a dry laugh.

"Y/N... I'm so sorry." You smiled at her, having worked through most of the trauma already. "You totally have a crush on Barnes though."

That earned a real laugh. "Hey, that's not what you were in there for!"

"It's not my fault! You were thinking it really loudly!"

The three of you laughed together until you sunk back into a pit of despair.

"What do I do? How do I fix this?" You whined, laying back on the ground like a child.

"I think you just need to talk to him. Explain what you meant." Wanda shrugged, unsure of any other advice to offer you.

"She's right. Just talk to him." Nat nodded along as you whined on the floor.

-

After a few days, you finally worked up enough courage to try and talk to Bucky. He had just finished training, so you knew exactly where he'd be: in the kitchen.

Walking in, you were glad to see him pulling ingredients from the fridge.

"Hey Bucky, can I, um, talk to you for a minute?" You stuttered through the words, nervous about what he would say.

He barely looked at you, nodding his head for you to continue.

"I just, I wanted to apologize." You trailed off when his head snapped up.

"For what?" Well shit. How are you supposed to explain this one without ratting out Wanda.

"Oh, well, um... I just thought maybe I said- I did something that upset you. Uh, you just don't seem to like me very much, which is totally cool, you don't have to like me if you don't want to. I just didn't want it to be my fault... Fuck." That went horribly. Taking a deep breath, you started over. "I didn't mean it."

Bucky is looking at you like you have three heads. "Didn't mean what?"

"That I don't like violence."

"So you do... like violence." He'd somehow grown more confused.

"Well, no." You paused, unsure of how to explain yourself.

"Then you did mean it." His soul piercing stare is back.

"I-"

"It's fine, save it. Some people get to choose not to be violent." And with that, he left the kitchen, abandoning his post workout smoothie.

You stared at the doorway, in shock over how poorly that went. You stood there , unaware of the 25 minutes that had passed, trying to figure out how it could've gone better when Steve found you.

"Y/N? What are you doing?"

You didn't hear him, too lost in the memories. Memories of Hydra, forcing you to do things you never wanted to. This happened from time to time if something triggered you into remembering, otherwise you had a handle on your emotions.

"Y/N?" Steve said your name again, concern evident in his voice. He gently laid a hand on your shoulder, trying to get your attention.

Everything happened so fast after that. The feeling of someone's hand on your shoulder caused you to panic. With all the memories of Hydra in your head, your training kicked in instinctually.

You grabbed Steve's arm, pulling him closer to you for better leverage. Before he could question your moves, you flipped him, pinning him to the ground.

The second you made eye contact, you realized what just happened. Horror and regret flashed in your eyes.

In an effort to get off him, you threw yourself backward, knocking into a cart full of pots and pans. The clanging of metal hitting the ground echoed through the small room.

Steve sat up slowly, trying to register the turn of events. You sat in a ball on the floor, tears pooling in your eyes, mumbling apologies over and over again.

Sam, having heard the commotion from the pots and pans, ran into the kitchen ready to fight.

"What- What happened?" He asked in confusion, lowering his arms from their defensive position.

"I don't know." Steve looked at you, still trying to figure it out.

"Y/N?" Sam's voice was gentle, but it still startled you.

You jumped from the ground, rushing to help Steve get up. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to. I never wanted to hurt anyone again." Your breathing was picking up, short bursts of air leaving your lungs. Your hands were shaking as you pulled him from the ground.

Your panic increased as you took in their concerned expressions.

"Hey, look at me." Steve's Captain voice, came out, urging you to make eye contact. You followed orders, breathing rapidly, your whole body shaking.

"I'm going to touch you now, is that okay?" His words were gentle, but commanding, causing you to nod in response.

He pulled you into a tight hug, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

You wanted to explain, to tell them what happened, but all that came out was a pitiful "Bucky".

"Do you want me to get Bucky?" Sam asked, trying to understand you.

The idea of Bucky coming back caused your panic to increase. You shook your head rapidly, "No! No no no no no." You kept repeating the word, shaking in Steve's arms.

"Okay! Okay, no Bucky." Sam reassured you, voice calm and soothing.

You’re not sure how long you stood like that. Sam moved around the kitchen, cleaning up the pots and pans you had knocked over.

When your breathing steadied, Steve asked, "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

You nodded, leading the two men to the couch in the adjacent common area. You sat for a minute, unsure of where to start.

"Why don't you just lead us through it all?" Steve suggested, still rubbing your back.

You nodded, grateful for the starting point. "I went to the kitchen to apologize to Bucky."

"What for?" Sam interrupted, already confused.

"Sam! Just let her talk." Steve muttered, slightly annoyed.

"Sorry!" He glared back at Steve before turning to you, "Sorry, please continue."

You couldn't help but laugh at their banter.

"Right, I wanted to apologize for what I said the first day I met you all. I realized how it sounded, so I wanted to try and fix it." You paused, waiting for the recognition to hit them.

It didn't take long. The two men nodded, silently urging you to continue.

"Honestly, Wanda told me that was why he always seems mad at me. You have to know, I never meant for it to come across that way! It's more of a personal, 'I don't want to be violent' than shunning others for doing what's necessary." You took a deep breath, not eager to relive the conversation.

"Anyway, I told him I didn't mean it. I just couldn't explain it right, and he got upset, which makes sense!" You turned to look between them, not wanting them to think you were insulting Bucky in any way. "I don't hold what he did against him. It wasn't his choice, and I completely understand that. I just couldn't put that into words when I was talking to him, and I made everything worse."

Tears popped into your eyes again, upset at what he must be going through. You weren't with Hydra for but a tenth of the time he was, and you didn't endure the same level of brainwashing.

"He said something about some people not being able to choose not to be violent, and then he left. I don't know how long I was standing in the kitchen replaying the conversation, but it brought up bad memories for me." You sighed again, working up the nerve to tell them everything.

"Wanda and Nat already know, but I guess it's your guys's turn. This was so much easier to just have Wanda read my mind." You laughed at your own joke, the two men sharing a concerned look.

"I was taken... by Hydra. They experimented on me, gave me enhanced senses, trained me to fight, and punished me when I did something wrong." Again, tears sprung into your eyes, occasionally falling down your cheeks.

"Why wasn't this in your file?" Steve questioned, more to himself than you.

"I haven't got a clue. I guess nobody knew about me? But, I escaped. They didn't brainwash me like they did Bucky, because I don't have the serum. Or, at least, I think that's why." You shook your head, refocusing on the important parts.

"When every available Hydra agent was tasked with searching for the Winter Soldier, I took it as on opportunity. Their resources were spread thin. I was able to getaway."

You went onto explain your reasoning for joining the Avengers as a tech specialist, trying to convey the same earnestness you did with Nat.

"You can ask Nat or Wanda too. Nat found out day one, Wanda a few days ago." You wiped your tears, hoping they believed you. "Actually, Peter knows too."

"I was stuck in all those memories when you came into the kitchen. I didn't even register that you were in the room, so when you touched me I freaked out. I never meant to hurt you!"

You looked at Steve fearful that he would be upset.

"Y/N, I believe you." You cried tears of relief at his statement, genuinely exhausted from the day. "It's not your fault, and you didn't hurt me. Just caught me off guard. You're surprisingly agile when you want to be." He tried to lighten the mood, glad to hear you laugh.

"Well, I train in the middle of the night sometimes. I- I want to be able to get out if I'm ever forced back there." Your voice was quiet, admitting a secret you hadn't even told Nat.

"We won't let that happen." The sternness of Sam's voice surprised you.

"Thank you." You wiped your tears a final time, looking between the two men. "Now, what do I do about Bucky?" You refocused your energy on fixing your relationship with the super soldier.

"He never would have said what he said if he had known." Steve started the conversation, defending his friend.

"I know. I don't hold it against him, I just wish I could explain. I get so nervous when he looks at me like that." You rambled, too tired to filter your thoughts.

"Like what?" Sam asked, eager for more information to tease Bucky with.

"Huh? Oh, I don't know. Like he can see into my soul." You deadpanned, earning a laugh from both men. "I just want him to like me." You nearly whined, upset by your poor relationship.

"Like you, huh?" Steve grinned. Nat and Wanda chose that exact moment to walk into the room, eagerly joining the conversation.

"Barnes? Did you tell him how you feel?" Wanda squealed with excitement.

You buried your head in your hands, avoiding the knowing looks the four of them were surely sharing. "Not exactly." You gestured to your head, hoping Wanda would figure it out and share with Nat.

"Ooh... It didn't go well, basically Barnes got upset, Y/N flipped Steve and had a panic attack, then told these two everything." Wanda explained to Nat quickly, trying not to make you relive it.

"We need a plan." Nat declared.

"No, I just need to learn how to have a conversation with the man." You rolled your eyes at yourself. "I'll try talking to him again." You went to leave the room, turning around to glare at them. "And none of you can say a word of this to Bucky."

-

Despite you request, Steve still tried to talk to Bucky.

"What's up with you?" Steve questioned, trying to subtly pry into Bucky's thoughts.

"Nothing. Why?" Bucky answered in a questioning tone, trying to figure out Steve's motives.

"I heard you talked to Y/N is all. How'd it go?" He gave up on the subtle approach pretty quickly, knowing Bucky wouldn't answer a question that wasn't asked.

"How did you even hear that, punk?" Bucky deflected.

"Not the point. Answer the question."

"Not great. I messed it up." Bucky sighed, annoyed at himself for barging out of the room. "She said wanted to apologize, that she didn't mean what she said." He ran his hands through his hair, struggling to explain where it all went wrong.

"Would've been fine if I could follow what she was saying. She was rambling about me not liking her, which you and I both know isn't true. Ugh, i've never been mad at her. I'm mad at myself! At Hydra for making me a monster! How could she ever like me if she doesn't like violence? My entire past is violent." He huffed, having worked himself up again.

"You're not a monster, Buck." Steve started gently.

"I know you think that." Steve gave him a pointed glare. "I know, okay? But what does she think?"

"Maybe you should try talking to her. You might be surprised by what you learn." Steve clapped him on the shoulder, trying to reassure him, before leaving the room.

-

Everytime you tried to talk to Bucky, something got in the way. The first time, he was called in for an emergency mission before you even got the word hello out.

The second time, Tony walked into the common area, completely oblivious to the tension, and put on a movie.

The third time, Steve and Nat interrupted you. You were just about to apologize again after an awkward greeting when the elevator doors opened. The sounds of the cheerful laughter and stolen kisses didn't really set the mood for confessing your past with Hydra.

The fourth, and final time, was the most embarrassing.

You walked into the room on a mission. You were going to talk to him, no matter who decided to walk in.

"Bucky, I really need to-" and you tripped on a toy Morgan left out, causing you to tumble to the ground. That would have been embarrassing enough, but there's more.

In your effort to get up, you tripped again, hitting your head on the coffee table, causing you to bleed profusely.

"Shit." You cursed yourself, holding your hand up to your bleeding forehead.

"Are you okay?" Bucky rushed to you from the other side of the table, concerned with the amount of blood spewing from your head.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Unfortunately, you chose that moment to jokingly reference your past.

Some of the people who tortured you had a sick sense of humor. Whenever they would hit you hard enough to make you bleed, they said something about only having one head. A play on words because of the greek serpent with multiple heads.

"Head wounds bleed a lot, I'm lucky I only have one." You froze instantly, unsure if he would have had a similar experience. Slowly, you looked up in an effort to make eye contact.

Bucky was also frozen in place. Clearly he understood the reference.

"Wh- where did you hear that?" Bucky struggled with his sentence, trying not to flashback to his time at Hydra.

"Oh my god. I'm so so sorry." You instantly started apologizing, trying to backtrack. "I really need to learn when to stop fucking talking." You said more to yourself than him.

"Where did you hear it?" He asked again, putting more power behind his words.

"Um, well, i've been trying to tell you for weeks now, but um, I also kind of, have, um, well, you see-"

"Just spit it out." There was the slightly miffed Bucky you were used to.

"I was taken. By Hydra. 9 years ago. Um, they forced me to learn how to fight. Tortured me if I did anything wrong. Forced me to do things..." You trailed off, realizing you didn't need to give him many details. He has first hand experience.

"Y/N, I-" You cut him off before he could say anything else.

"That's why I don't like using violence. I only know how to do that stuff because they made me learn it. I didn't want to use the skills they gave me." You took a deep, grounding breath.

"I don't blame you for anything you were forced to do. It wasn't your choice. You're not a violent person, and your past actions don't define who you are. You're here to help people. That's what you chose. That's who you are."

You made eye contact before you continued. "I've actually wanted to thank you for the longest time."

"For what?" He was incredulous, wildly caught off guard by everything you've said.

"The only reason I had an opportunity to escape was because 2 years ago, you escaped. If Hydra's resources hadn't been spread so thin trying to find you, I probably would've never got out. So thank you. For being strong enough to fight back."

You smiled at him, still unsure of how he was feeling.

"I... I'm so sorry." To say you were stunned was an understatement. What the hell could he have to be sorry about? Sure he was a little rude, but from your point of view he was completely justified in hating you.

"Bucky, you have no reason to be sorry. You didn't know, and I couldn't get out of my head enough to tell you. You just make me nervous." You clapped a hand over your mouth, shocked at having said what you just said.

You could see his face fall ever so slightly, causing you to jump back into your explanation.

"Not because I'm scared of you or anything! Hell, I could probably take you in a fight." You winked, trying to lighten the mood. It seemed to work, judging by the slight smirk on his face.

"I just, I've looked up to you for so long. Your determination to do good after everything you've been through is really inspiring. It's actually why I wanted to join the Avengers in the first place. I never would have-" You would have kept rambling if he hadn't stopped you.

"Y/N, I am sorry, and I do have reason to be. There's no excuse for what I said to you in the kitchen that day. Even if I didn't know, I threw everything you've been through back in your face. If someone had done that to me, I probably would have had a panic attack." He tried joking, but by the way you froze he could tell he struck a nerve.

"You had a panic attack? I'm so sorry! God, I just left you all alone and-"

It was your turn to cut him off. "Actually, I was kind of frozen in place until Steve touched me and I maybe threw him to the ground... Then I had a panic attack..." You smiled, trying to convey the joke. "So, I wasn't alone. Sam was actually also there. If anything, it made me better friends with both of them because I told them everything. So I have you to thank for that to." You playfully nudged his side.

He ran his hands through his hair, then down his face, clearly trying to deal with his own guilt.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up about it. You didn't know. It happened. We're good now, so we can move on." You smiled, trying to cheer him up.

"How are you so relaxed about all of this? You were tortured for years... I..." He was genuinely curious, trying to find a way to cope with his own pain.

"Well, even before that I always thought therapy could be helpful for me, so I really jumped in full force when I was free. Plus, if you can't joke about something, you haven't really moved on. Some days are harder than others, but I just try to appreciate the people I have now and the good experiences I've been lead to." You kept the tone light, trying not to get too emotional.

He just stared at you for a few minutes, making you questions everything.

"I mean, it's totally different for you though! I was only there for 7 years, you were forced into all that for like 10 times as long. I didn't mean to belittle-"

"I think you inspire me just as much as you say I've inspired you." He cut you off again, a small smile growing on your lips.

"Well, in the spirit of our newfound friendship, can I be totally honest?" You bit your lip, nervous about telling him the truth.

He looked nervous as well, but nodded anyway.

"I kind of, maybe, sort of have a crush on you." You watched his expression carefully, although there was really no need. His face easily gave away his surprise.

"You..." He stuttered, moving his fingers between the two of you. "Me? But, I was so mean!"

"What can I say, I saw through the facade... Well, really Wanda accidentally read your mind and told me why you were so upset around me when her and Nat teamed up to get me to tell you how I feel." You rambled again, realization dawning that you accidentally outed Wanda.

"But you can't tell her I told you that! She didn't mean to! She just said you think really loud sometimes and it's hard not to hear it! She did it to me too actually, I mean I told her she could look in my head so I wouldn't have to explain everything again, I know so lazy, and that's how she confirmed my crush on you." You said it all with wide eyes at a rapid speed, unable to control yourself around Bucky.

You slapped your hands over your mouth, forcing yourself to stop talking. Bucky looked on in amusement, slowly reaching to pull your hands away from your face.

"I won't tell her, if you get dinner with me tonight." He smiled cheekily, relishing in your blush.

"That's a deal I'm willing to make." You reached your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek before running to get ready.

***

Bonus:

Sam whined playfully as he looked at the high scores. "Whose username is 'God is a spoon' and how did they get so good at this game?"

He looked around the room, eying any suspicious candidates. Everyone denied it, throwing out accusations left and right.

It was another of Tony's team bonding nights and he chose VR games on the oculus. Obviously, Beat Saber was a top contender amongst the group.

You walked in with Bucky, unaware of the conversation going on, but immediately joining it.

"Peter! I bet it was him!" You playfully nudged the younger Avenger, having formed a close friendship in the early days. "What am I betting on?" Everyone laughed, happy to see you in a good mood after being so stressed for so long.

"Whose username is 'God is a spoon'." Sam chuckled after filling you in. You and Bucky settled on the couch, cuddling next to each other.

"Oh, that's me. Why?" You looked around curiously, trying to figure out what they wanted. "Is it a weird username? It was actually one of the catchphrase things in Just Dance on the switch, I didn't just think of it." You tried to justify yourself, causing more laughter.

"You?! How did you get all the highscores on this game? I thought you were the clumsy one."

You made an exaggerated face to show how offended you were, playfully swatting at Sam.

"I'll have you know, 7 years of Hydra 'training' and experimentation has its perks." You joked with the room. "One of them being I can beat your ass at pretty much any video game."

"Oh, you're so on." Sam smiled, glad he could joke around with you about it.

Meanwhile, Tony looked incredulously around the room, being the only one in the room who hadn't heard about your history, he was rightfully confused.

"I'm sorry, 7 years of WHAT?"

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #natasha romanoff #captain america #tony stark #peter parker #sam wilson #bucky barnes #marvel fic #tw: panic attack #steve rogers x natasha romanoff

[levworship]

cw: dom!reader, fem reader, mommy kink, degrading, dirty talk, oral (fem rec), slight mind break, reader is a lil manipulative. just a bit. probably had errors

summary: you find out while on another blind date with one of mina’s friends that kirishima is just the man for you. he wants to be used, and you’re more than willing to use him.

word count: approx 2.9k

“fuckin’ mina. i’m gonna beat her ass.”

this wasn’t the first time your best friend has tried to set you up with one of her friends. and honestly, knowing her, it more than likely wouldn’t be the last time, either. “but he’s so nice” she’d promise, or “she’s just a little shy,” and perhaps the most common line of “you just have to be a little patient with them”

patient my ass.

your damn patience was beginning to run thinner and thinner the longer you sat waiting at the table for your date to arrive. you’re used to mina’s friends not being the most punctual, but to not show up at all? it was almost insulting. here you were, taking the time out of your busy day to spare some of your sweet time with some rando and—

“hey there, beautiful.” your eyes quickly tore away from the spot you’d been staring at for the past few minutes during your internal rant. part of you wished you hadn’t, because you damn near stopped breathing. typically, you’d never allow a man the satisfaction of hindering you speechless, but fuck. the man before you stood tall and strong, the white fabric of his dress shirt clinging onto his muscles in the most delicious way possible. his hair was slicked up in a style that you could only describe as goofy, and his smile? it was so contagious that you couldn’t help but to toss away the piping hot insults you’d been preparing to shoot his way.

“sorry i’m late. was searching all over town to find these for ya. i know mina said they were your favorite, and well—“ pulling his arms from behind his back, the red-haired man handed you a comically large bouquet of flowers. were they your favorite? no, not at all. but you couldn’t help but to be flattered anyway. “had to look all over town for them. turns out they’re actually pretty hard to find around here. can you believe that?” he chuckled to himself as he scratched at the back of his neck. an unfittingly cute gesture for a man of his build.

you grin sweetly as you grab the bouquet from his large hands, setting them down on the table in front of you and batting your lashes. “these are very beautiful! thank you so much, ...um?”

mina always purposely hid the names of her friends away before setting you up, mostly in fears that you’ll end up googling them and find some not so pretty things, just as you had that time when she tried to set you up with katsuki bakugou. (you noted to yourself that day, stay away from him at all costs.)

“ah- eijirou kirishima!” he filled in for you and held a hand out for you to shake. your eyebrows shot up in realization, leaning forward a bit on the table to shake his hand. you don’t miss the way his eyes shamelessly drift down to your cleavage when you do so. the sight made you laugh.

now you saw why he seemed so familiar at first glance. you’d heard mina talk to you about him on numerous occasions. big, handsome, and dumb. that’s how you’ve always perceived him from listening to her stories and descriptions. and if there was one thing you actually enjoyed about a man, it was how simple they could be. perfect for a woman with your desires.

you open your mouth to return his introduction, but he’s already cutting you off with perhaps a little too much eagerness. “and you’re y/n? did i say that right?” he quirks an eyebrow. “uh- i may have asked mina about you already. a lot.” he flashed you a sheepish smile.

talking to him felt like being a kid in a loaded candy shop. he’d be in the palm of your hand in no time.

the rest of dinner went on moderately better than your previous experiences with these stupid dates. kirishima was a bit of a talker, but you didn’t mind listening if it meant you got to watch the way those puppy dog eyes lit up a little more every time he’d begin telling you a story from his hero work (turns out you were just really behind on the latest hero news), only to quickly become side tracked by one details of his story and trail his way to another mini rant.

finally, you figure you’ve had enough of him rambling. it was time to cut to the point. “does it get lonely?” you asked him suddenly, trying your best to hold in a smile at the way he looked at you confusedly. “i mean- not really? i’m a hero so i’m with people all of the time-“ “that’s not what i meant, red.” hearing you refer to him by his hero name sent visible chills down his spine. just the effect you were wishing to have on him. something about your change in tone knocked him from a highly energetic and charismatic sweetheart, to a blushing and stuttering mess who suddenly couldn’t sit still in his seat. and from just one question, too?

he was almost too good to be true.

“no? i-i mean, yes but... i dunno. i’m busy a lot, a-and i don’t really have time for... yaknow.” “what kind of women do you like? in bed, i mean.” you managed to knock his brain around for a second time as he fumbled around his head for an answer.

“i-i guess it depends?” “hm? what do y’mean?” the way he continued to respond to your nasty questions had you licking your lips. you wanted him. badly. in the most selfish ways possible.

“depends on what the chick is into. i mean- they usually like when i’m on top. but..” you don’t respond this time. instead you look at him expectantly and wait for him to continue his previous statement. something about seeing such a grown man grow so embarrassed that quickly does something to you.

“i guess i wouldn’t mind... having someone take control for once?”

everything from that point felt like a blurred flash. you quickly abandoned the bouquet and called for the bill (which he so generously covered for the two of you) and were stumbling out of the door in no time, speedily walking all the way to your humble apartment. the door had just swung open when you were already shoving him inside.

kirishima spent nearly the entirety of the walk psyching himself up for this. did you know he wanted to experiment with this? had mina told you? how would mina even know? did he even really want this? because by the way he was struggling to catch his breath and connect dots in his mind, maybe he’d gotten too far ahead of himself.

but it was too late for that now. you’d already shoved him all the way down the hall, into your bedroom, and onto your bed before he knew it. you were fierce and impatient. and honestly? he found it quite intriguing.

“red...” you drew him back from falling into his thoughts once again, dragging your knuckles across the rough skin of his cheek. “i said, are you sure you want this?” and he swears he’s never nodded faster in his life, already grabbing onto your waist and hoisting you onto his lap. “yes! yes, i’m sure. please y/n?” and with that, a thread in you snapped.

you pushed him roughly until his head rested comfortably against the pillows, muttering a quick ‘stay’ as you began to fumble with his belt. you’d barely even touched him, yet he still lied staring at you with those same big adoring eyes. he was just too cute for his own good.

it made you want to wreck him.

you practically ripped away his pants and boxers before gently palming at his cock. you had expected him to be big, but not this big. he was long and thick, your hand barely managing to wrap completely around it. wordlessly you crouched down and pressed a gentle peck to his swollen tip, the precum that’d gathered there now sticking deliciously to your lips.

kirishima was getting so restless above you that you could’ve mistaken him for a virgin, hands fisting at your sheets with countless pleas tumbling from his lips. “so impatient, cutie. dont you want to be taken care of?” “i do! i do!” it seemed as if he was completely unashamed of how desperate he must’ve looked right now.

but rather than provide the sweet sweet release you knew he was craving, you tsked and backed away from his cock. much to his disappointment. “you know something, red? i didn’t take you for the selfish type. want me to make you feel good when you haven’t even touched me yet? and i thought you were a gentleman...”

kirishima thrashed below you, fingers digging hard into your hips. “i’m a gentleman! i’ll be a gentleman! i promise!” his lip wobbled cutely. you almost felt bad for having to deny such a pretty face.

almost.

he observed closely as you leaned back on your knees, sliding down the straps of your dress and tugging until your lacy bra was revealed to him. you were going to be the fucking death of him. you couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the way he eyed your chest. “i’ll tell you what.” you said as you reached out and pressed a finger under his chin, forcing him to meet your intense eyes.

“be a good boy for me and maybe, maybe, i’ll let you touch. deal?” and kirishima nodded giddily. truly an obedient little thing, he was.

you gave him a large smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes before patting him on the cheek, moving up to straddle his face and... shit. you weren’t wearing any panties under your dress. the smell of your arousal right in front of his face nearly made him overload, wanting nothing more but to bury his face between your legs until you’re heaving and begging for a break. but he had to be good for you. wanted you to rake your fingers through his hair and call him your good boy while he plays with your pretty tits.

“well? dont you want a tas—” you gasp when his mouth is suddenly on you, every sense of restraint abandoned as his tongue slid across and pressed against your poor clit. it was messy, no real technique behind his frantic movements, but he still had your eyes crossing and your thighs squeezing the sides of his head as ear muffs, his fingers squeezing and prodding at the flesh to keep himself grounded.

the sounds that came from your cunt and his mouth were embarrassingly lewd, the sound of his slurping making your entire body go hot. you were so close to losing your composure and letting him have you the way he wants, but you couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. not when you’ve been craving this for this long.

“kiri..” you couldnt tell if you were whispering or yelling at this point, brain all scrambled from the amount of pleasure you were receiving. you nearly doubled over from the vibrations of the small ‘hmm’ of acknowledgment he gave you. your fingers tangle themselves in his stiff red locks, holding his face still to allow you to grind yourself on his mouth just the way you wanted.

your breath hitched in your throat each time his nose bumped against your clit, his tongue buried deep in your hole as he was desperate to taste all of your juices. you could already feel your orgasm creeping up on you..

“oh, shit! just like that. good- fuck! such a good boy” the praise sends him into a frenzy, now using the pad of his thumb to rub viciously at your clit as his tongue fucked into you so nicely.

“‘m cumming, cumming, oh my god!” you’re hunched over now, eyes screwed shut when your orgasm suddenly rips through you. kirishima’s tongue continued its assault on your spasming pussy, the overstimulation becoming almost unbearable. you tried everything to get him off of you to make it stop. tugging his hair, lifting yourself up- but nothing seemed to be able to separate him from you until you literally shouted his name.

he released you in an instant and allowed you to back away to fully take in his form. everything about the sight was downright sinful. your juices covered the entire lower half of his face, and his hair remained matted with sweat against his forehead. and most delicious of all? he still looked hungry. you nearly said ‘fuck it’ and climbed back on top of him again...

but he needed to be punished.

and it seemed that he knew this too, because the moment your eyes met he was already begging for mercy. “‘m sorry! p-“ “i thought you promised you’d be a good boy? yaknow, i’m not exactly a big fan of liars, red. how could i let you have me when you can’t even follow simple instructions?” he’s silent at this point, eyes glued to the ground with an unreadable emotion splayed across his face.

you huffed as you climbed off of the bed, standing on wobbly legs with your back turned to him. you shook your head as you quickly slid your dress back into place. you originally planned on leaving it at this and sending him home, and perhaps you’d consider giving him a second shot if he begged you pretty enough. but kiri had other plans.

he wasn’t quite sure what came over him, but when he realized that you were planning on leaving him like that he couldn’t help but to jump up, gripping onto your waist once again. “kiri! what are you doing?” “please.” he whimpered into your ear, hard chest pressing into your back and his painfully hard cock rutting against your ass.

you probably would’ve collapsed right there if it weren’t for his tight grasp. “please don’t leave! ‘m so hard for you. want you so fucking bad. i’ll do anything, just- please let me cum. mommy.” the word rolled off of his tongue so sweetly, so heavenly, you couldn’t stop yourself from shoving him back onto the bed and tearing off his shirt.

you licked your lips when he was left completely bare to you finally, hand already working at pumping his cock. “suck a dirty boy. men like you are scum, you know that? getting so upset that you didn’t get your way after being so disobedient? i should tie you up and edge you for the rest of the night just for that” he began to mindlessly shake his head, muttering quiet a ‘no, no..’

“however,” you began to drag your fingernail across his chest, playing with the hairs that rested there, “think i’m gonna let it slide this time. well, only if you thank me properly..”

“thank you mommy!” the way there wasn’t even an ounce of hesitation or shame in his voice had you clenching around nothing. denying him any longer was beginning to be just as much torture to yourself as it was to him. biting down on your lip, you grabbed his cock and started pressing the tip to your entrance.

you began to feel as though you’ve managed to completely break him, watching as he continued to sputter out ‘thank you’s even as you struggled to take his cock in your dripping cunt. the stretch was nearly unbearable at first, but you were never one to back down from a challenge.

you weren’t going to stop until you knew you’ve completely broken him down into a blubbering mess for you. until you were the only thing he could think of. until you had him quivering and begging just for you. the thought of making him into your slave had you bouncing on his dick with energetic vigor.

kirishima was a sight to behold, too. eyes crossed and occasionally fluttering shut, panting like a dog as every bit of his stamina oozed out of him and he had to hold himself back from cumming too quickly.

at one point you caught his eyes glued on to the way your covered tits bounced while you rode him, still clad in your tight dress. you smirked devilishly before reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra, tugging it down with the dress once again and toying with your puffy nipples for his viewing pleasure.

that seemed to be the final straw for kiri, as he was now bucking up into you like a horny mutt. “gonna cum so hard, mommy. please let me cum in you. g’nna fill you up so good. wanna make you a mommy. i want it- i want it- i want it...” with all of his babbling you weren’t quite sure if he was aware of what he was saying right now, but the lewd words still had you spiraling closer and closer.

“cum in me, baby. be a good boy for mommy and give her your babies, okay?” you told him as you gripped his face in your hands.

and like the obedient little thing he is,, he did exactly that.

thirsts and requests for haikyuu and bnha are open.

#kirishima smut #bnha smut #mommy kink #boku no hero academia smut #mha smut #i’m so sleepy jesus #glad i’m finished doe #my hero academia smut #.chiyo’s works #.chiyo’s works bnha

[undertale-data]

[Image Description: An Undertale chat box that has “WHY FANS LOVE UNDERTALE” at its center. Next to it are a line chart and an Egg from the Dating Hub on its left, and a CRIME measurer (also from the Dating Hub) on its right. End I.D.]

[Image Description: a pie chart titled, “LEVEL OF LOVE FOR UNDERTALE.” The textbox on the top right reads, “On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being the least and 10 being the highest, how much do fans enjoy Undertale?” From the top going clockwise, 12 or 0% chose 5 and below; 23 or 1% chose 6; 98, or 4%, chose 7; 325, or 12%, chose 8; 529, or 20%, chose 9; and 1664, or 63%, chose 10. End I.D.]

It’s clear from all of the data analyzed so far that fans who took the time to answer our survey love Undertale. It is unlikely that they would have taken the time to answer so many questions if they had not, and even less likely that they would have come across our survey in the first place. Naturally, it comes as no surprise that 63% of our responders gave their love for Undertale a score of ten out of ten. 95% gave their love for Undertale a score of eight or higher, and only 12 responders responded with five or below, a number so small that their responses had to be lumped together to be visible on the pie chart. Of those, only 3 responders gave their love for Undertale a score of 1, and based on those responders’ other answers, it is likely that they were only intending to troll. We are very fortunate that the vast majority of responders took the survey seriously, enough so that responses like this are barely a blip in the data.

Now, for our final analysis post of the event, we will delve into the reasons that fans love Undertale so dearly.

(Essay and highlights under the cut.)

There have been countless essays on the impact that Undertale has had on people’s lives. I can hardly add more on the subject than what has already been said, but I hope this summary can provide a brief overview of what stood out among the over two thousand answers given in response to this survey. That said, due to the sheer volume of answers, I could not read every single one in depth—however, I did skim all of them, and some that stood out or were representative of several responses have been highlighted below. If you would like to see what every fan who consented to share their response had to say, you may view the full list of responses here. Note that these responses have not been edited in any way. This document may take a long time to load, as it is over 100 pages long.

(Warnings for mentions of suicidal thoughts in the following essay.)

Several responders loved the theme of choices mattering in Undertale. Whether people played the pacifist, merciless, or neutral routes, they enjoyed how the game reacted to their actions. For some, it even made them consider their own morality. One touching response explained the impact that the theme of mercy made on them. “I realized that Mercy isn't something that's given to those who deserve it. Flowey didn't deserve it. I don't deserve it myself. Shoot, we ALL need Mercy in our lives.” Many fans left similar comments about how the themes of Undertale made them better people.

Undertale changed how its fans treat others, and it also changed how fans treat themselves. The theme of staying determined and the messages of hope in the game were a light to a very large portion of fans. I cannot list all of the fans who said that Undertale helped them out of a dark place, or that they would not be alive if not for Undertale. “DETERMINATION became a metaphor for not killing myself at a really rough time in my life and I’ll always cherish that. Undertale isn’t afraid to go to really dark places but at the same time holds on so tight to its hope.”

Undertale brought fans together in unexpected ways. Some said they met friends or significant others through the fandom. “I wouldn't have met my now husband without Undertale,” one fan said. A different fan who is non-native English speaking mentioned that the game and the fan community helped them to learn English.

It would be impossible to discuss Undertale without mentioning the fan community. Whether for good or bad, many responders mentioned the fandom in their responses. Overall the feelings towards the fandom seem positive, though many made references to “toxic” parts of the fandom without specifying which parts they consider toxic. Others rejected the idea of toxicity in fandom. One response said: “[SLAMS FIST ON DESK] I KNOW MOST PEOPLE SAY THE FANDOM IS TOXIC AND CRINGE OR WHATEVER BUT OH MY GOD. The Undertale fandom, both the UTMV and the actual UT fandom, has been so much fun to be a part of. I've met countless friends because of our shared interest in something related to the game! The art people create can be breathtaking and so inspirational, and the fanfics are so so good!! I've seen people write incredible things for this fandom and it's what made me continue writing!”

One thing that makes the Undertale fandom unique is the way it embraces various AUs. Some fans are tired of AU content, but the majority of responses show a love for the creativity behind AUs. “Roll your eyes at the 50th AU Sans all you want, it's encouraging people to step outside the boundaries of fanart and pushing people to make their own ideas! I mean, hell, it was how I gained the confidence to start making my own original content.” The lack of a judgemental atmosphere seems present in the AU community, according to the responses we saw. There is an interesting balance between AU and canon (sometimes referred to as “classic”) content that another responder pointed out: “The fandom helped keep the game alive all these years, with all of its AUs. Although personally, I always enjoyed AUs that kept characters as close to the classic material as possible (dancetale, outertale) I do appreciate the creativity of the fandom. They almost created entirely new stories with new characters of their own! If it weren't for those people, the Undertale fandom would have probably not been as active as it is now. I do feel like we're getting a resurgence of classic content now too! (In 2021)”

Regardless of the many AUs the fandom has created over the years, the original game of Undertale still feels like home for many fans. They wished they could reclaim the feeling of playing the game again for the first time, but even though we can’t reset time in real life, there is still a special feeling for fans each time they play Undertale. One fan said, “Even the best fics I've read can't capture that feeling of nostalgia/almost-"coming home" that comes with hearing the music and talking to the characters.” This feeling is one that can be cherished time and time again. In the words of another responder: “It always feels welcoming like home or like comfort food that I never grow tired of no matter how many times I go to it.” Others pointed out the strength of the found family trope in Undertale, which likely contributes to this feeling of “home” as well.

As mentioned briefly earlier, the music is part of what makes Undertale feel like home for fans. Even when responses focused on other aspects of the game, many would throw in a comment about the soundtrack at the end. One comment focused on the music said “IT'S SO GOOD like I will literally go through the entire thing over and over and not be bored with it. It makes my monkey brain so happy you have no idea.” Like with the game itself, the music has incredible replay value, an amazing feat considering most of the tracks use the same few motifs. “I think what I like the most about Undertale is how the music attaches you to the story,” another responder said. “They're simple melodies that stick with you throughout the whole game, and they can remind you of both good and bad times.”

If the music sticks with fans in their hearts, then the game’s lore sticks with fans in their minds. Even six years after the release of Undertale, fans are still creating new theories and digging up new secrets. The way the game breaks the fourth wall in particular intrigued many fans and has stuck out through all these years. The awareness that the game shows for the RPG genre makes it memorable. The game plays with the player’s expectations and turns them on their heads, all while reminding the player that they’re in a game. There are few other games that do this on such a large scale, so it’s no surprise that fans cite this as one of their favorite things about Undertale.

Lastly, the LGBT+ representation in Undertale has been a huge draw for fans. Especially in 2015, the sheer volume of non-cishet characters was unprecedented, as one fan pointed out: “It's practically unheard of to see so MANY from just one source, especially during its heyday in 2015-16. Hell, you can't even GET the true pacifist ending without helping two gay couples hook up. It's really nice to see all of them being accepted for who they are and not judged for their sexuality or gender, at least in-canon.” The LGBT+ cast including Frisk, Chara, Napstablook, Monster Kid, Mettaton, Alphys, and Undyne each connected with fans in unique ways. It’s clear how important this is from responses such as: “There are canon nonbinary characters 🥺. i have never seen representation of myself before.” “It made me gay and trans so thanks for that.”

Once again I am overwhelmed with just how much there is to say about Undertale. One responder really understood when they compared Undertale to an iceberg, explaining that there are so many layers to the game that there is something for everyone: “everyone can find something to enjoy in the lore/game regardless of what kind of fan they are! Being able to appeal to various types of fans—from simple happy shipper people to deep dive lorediggers—is the mark of the coolest games!” I would have to agree with them.

It’s been six years, and despite everything, it’s still you. Thank you for reading, participating in this survey, and above all, staying determined.

Highlights:

DETERMINATION became a metaphor for not killing myself at a really rough time in my life and I’ll always cherish that. Undertale isn’t afraid to go to really dark places but at the same time holds on so tight to its hope.

I think the coolest thing was having the opportunity to watch the AU community grow from its bare roots. It's nearly insane how big and complex it's gotten, unlike anything I'd ever seen before. Roll your eyes at the 50th AU Sans all you want, it's encouraging people to step outside the boundaries of fanart and pushing people to make their own ideas! I mean, hell, it was how I gained the confidence to start making my own original content.

i love how the lgbt rep is so naturalized... there are just gay people! and its nobodys business!

The music is my go to answer, but what I really really REALLY love is how the minor characters have so much personality to them when you talk to them. They aren't incredibly important to the overall story, but they're all so likeable and diverse that you just can't help but like them immediately!

I think it was the first videogame I have played that broke the fourth wall that much. Of course there has been other videogames that broke it but just for one or two tongue-in-cheek jokes. The guilt of killing mama goat was also something intense as well that I appreciated as an experience and that I didn't think a videogame could cause on someone.

I love how no character can be seen as completely bad! Everyone builds up Asgore as some horrible villain, but he turns out to be a 'fuzzy pushover' who's broken and just wants his family back by the time you meet him. Then you think Flowey's an irredeemable killer who engineered the suffering of the monsters across many timelines, and he is... but he also used to be the kind and beloved Prince Asriel Dreemurr, traumatized by his death and subsequent rebirth, projecting his best friend onto you.

The fact that choices matter in the game. Your first playthrough and getting the golden ending for the first time. I can never replicate those feelings again, wish I could erase my memories and replay the game from the start.

I wouldn't have met my now husband without Undertale.

(Toxic parts of the fandom aside) The community is possibly one of the kindest I've ever met. Cringe culture is completely dead, and I feel like I can be myself. I felt a very close connection to many of the characters, and I loved consuming content about them when I was in a rough patch in my life.

just everything, the whole game has just impacted my life so much. i know it sounds really lame, but when the game first came out, i would purposely put my hands in my pockets and sway slightly, like sans' idle animation. of course i dont do that anymore haha, but undertale still really impacts me to this day, and i wouldnt have it any other way :)

it made me gay and trans so thanks for that

I realized that Mercy isn't something that's given to those who deserve it. Flowey didn't deserve it. I don't deserve it myself. Shoot, we ALL need Mercy in our lives.

The thing I love most about Undertale is no matter how many times I play or watch a playthrough it always makes me genuinely happy. It always feels welcoming like home or like comfort food that I never grow tired of no matter how many times I go to it. Toriel still makes me feel all warm and cozy in her home, the Skelebros always make me laugh, and I still cry on the inside watching Frisk comforting Asriel. And on the flip side the No Mercy run still invokes the negative emotions in me as well. In short Undertale just feels like a second home to me and I always wish I could stay.

The reader inserts are my favorite way to decompress after a hard day

I think Undertale helped me discover my love for 8-bit games, and made me realize how IMPORTANT music is in video games.

the worldbuilding and character design are my favorite parts of the main game apart from the music! I’m also a huge fan of the random AU music- not for like underswap or underfell i like the stuff where someone makes a megalovania for a random au where gru from despicable me replaces sans as the character. i think its funny

Just... the vibe, honestly? Even the best fics I've read can't capture that feeling of nostalgia/almost-"coming home" that comes with hearing the music and talking to the characters.

there are canon nonbinary characters 🥺. i have never seen representation of myself before.

[SLAMS FIST ON DESK] I KNOW MOST PEOPLE SAY THE FANDOM IS TOXIC AND CRINGE OR WHATEVER BUT OH MY GOD. The Undertale fandom, both the UTMV and the actual UT fandom, has been so much fun to be a part of. I've met countless friends because of our shared interest in something related to the game! The art people create can be breathtaking and so inspirational, and the fanfics are so so good!! I've seen people write incredible things for this fandom and it's what made me continue writing!

There's a scene where Frisk (the player) is going towards what is presumably going to be their death. They will fight Asgore and he will use their human soul to break the barrier and free his people. The music, despite the player's impending doom, is... triumphant. You are not the triumphant one here, and yet, the score invites you to experience the monsters' joy and happiness as they tell you the tale of their subjugation. The monsters are going to be free. This is their victory, but they don't hate you or want you to die. They're just... happy. That scene has always struck me very deeply. I feel it represents the best parts of Undertale.

I loved how well thought out the Geno route was. It really made me feel like I was doing something horrible, and the characters were very obviously reacting to dire circumstances.

I dunno? I like Undertale for it's characters, story, music, secrets and many more. I am not good with Headcanons but I also like the neutral endings and how different they can depending on who you spare and kill

I was very bad at english before, i thought i couldn't progress because i was very shy and not confident. But my sibling and i wanted to have the best experience with this game so we wanted to play it in english. It's this game and the fandom which helped me to make huge progress in english !

THE SOUNDTRACK. IT'S SO GOOD like I will literally go through the entire thing over and over and not be bored with it. It makes my monkey brain so happy you have no idea.

to avoid writing an essay i will say one word. Mettaton

It is like Toby specifically made the games to fit the iceberg meme and it's awesome, everyone can find something to enjoy in the lore/game regardless of what kind of fan they are! Being able to appeal to various types of fans - from simple happy shipper people to deep dive lorediggers is the mark of the coolest games!

I love almost everything about Undertale as a game on its own. The music, the art and especially the characters and how they interact. They made me feel at home. Undertale means a huge amount to me. (I even got a tattoo of the castle when you and MK walk together!) The fandom helped keep the game alive all these years, with all of its AUs. Although personally, I always enjoyed AUs that kept characters as close to the classic material as possible (dancetale, outertale) I do appreciate the creativity of the fandom. They almost created entirely new stories with new characters of their own! If it weren't for those people, the Undertake fandom would have probably not been as active as it is now. I do feel like we're getting a resurgence of classic content now too! (In 2021)

the mystery. toby fox refused to give answers to anything and i think thats very sexy of him.

I just feel guilty for liking it so much when I'm in my 30's. But I recently got diagnosed with ASD, so I guess it explains things a bit. Many ppl consider Papyrus to be neurodivergent, and some adult fans are too, so seeing that makes me feel a bit better.

i think about "Despite everything, it's still you" everyday of my life.

I like how it's just as funny as it can be serious. All routes are this way. I laughed as much as I cried when I played the Pacifist route and then once I opened the game again and Flowey was telling me to let them be happy, I immediately turned off the game. I somehow felt bad.

The Found Family Trope

The True Pacifist Ending is just...man. And the fanworks about saving everyone even when the game doesn't let you? MANNNNNN

I think what I like the most about Undertale is how the music attaches you to the story. They're simple melodies that stick with you throughout the whole game, and they can remind you of both good and bad times.

there's honestly a LOT to love about this game, but i think one of my favorite things about it is just how many lgbt+ characters there are??? i can think of alphys, undyne, frisk, chara, mettaton, napstablook, monster kid, asgore, mad mew mew, the dress lion, the royal guards, and arguably even papyrus off of the top of my head, but im sure i'm forgetting a few from just undertale alone (there's even MORE in deltarune)!! it's practically unheard of to see so MANY from just one source, especially during its heyday in 2015-16. hell, you can't even GET the true pacifist ending without helping two gay couples hook up. it's really nice to see all of them being accepted for who they are and not judged for their sexuality or gender, at least in-canon.

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to build a home with you

chenford | drabble | post-canon | written on the commute | title: to build a home // the cinematic orchestra

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"Luce... what are you doing?"

His girlfriend looks away from cleansing their living room, not even fazed by his dubious tone and expression. "Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

"After that guy broke in—"

"Asshole."

"—it disrupted the peace of our space," she explains.

An amused smile quirks up his lips. "You sound like your mom."

"Uh, that's not a compliment, Tim."

"I know," he quips. "Look, babe, it's just sage."

She stands her ground. "What if it makes me feel safe?"

"That's great..." Meeting her in the middle, he gently grabs her shoulders. "But I don't want you to rely on superstition."

Reflexively, her arms curl around his neck with a smirk she adopted from him, one that looked awfully good on her. "I'm sorry, officer Bradford, but... who always wears their 'lucky' socks to a football game?"

His eyes narrow, once stern yet now playful, and pulls her closer. The sage really hits his nose from this proximity, but his focus solely stays on Lucy. The nauseating memory of finding her buried alive, of having to hand over control to Nyla because he wouldn't understand, to then later realise she had terrible nightmares and couldn't date anyone without an otherwise thorough background check. Which, according to her, sucked the romance and intrigue out of a date.

Lucy Chen has many quirks and sometimes he needs to remind himself that a handful of those aren't by choice. Sage it is, then.

"Okay," he utters, kissing her forehead in lieu of surrendering. "You're amazing, if I haven't told you that recently."

She grins. "I know. Why now?"

"Someone broke in two days ago and you're..." Struggling to make sense, forever the half of the relationship that needed to dig for words, he presses his forehead against hers instead. "And you're really brave."

"Tim..."

"I don't know how else to put it, but it's true," he says, matter-of-fact, and cups her cheeks so she won't bashfully look away — though he must admit that's what made his heart start skipping beats in the shop, seeing her face light up like that. "And you know it."

Her smile widens and pecks him on the lips, chaste, and he almost chases after her when she continues cleansing the apartment. Tim moved in soon after they started dating. His house had long lost his luster and joy after everything with Isabelle and his suffocating loneliness, that he needed a change of scenery regardless of Lucy. It was hell of a convenient timing though.

Lucy and him needed to feel what it's like to live together. Staying over for a couple days is one thing, but seeing the dirty laundry, smelling the farts and catching one another in a bad moment? — whole other ballgame.

"Oh, and also—" Her head pops from behind the bathroom door, mischief clear in her shimmering eyes. "—what're you going to do with that ring in your pants drawer? Has it been there a while, or...?"

"Detective exam isn't for another year, Chen," he smoothly replies, hopelessly trying to keep his voice levelled. His girlfriend may be seven years younger, but she sure isn't less observant because of it.

Her brows raise, unimpressed. "You're making me wait a year?"

Tim smirks, "I can make you wait however long I want, babe."

"Not really. I'm thirty-one. But sure, Tim, maybe I'll just cleanse the romance out of the opal then." The humor wipes from her face to show a tender gaze, her body leaning against the threshold as she takes him in.

He stares right back, drinking her in like he's done since the first day, though different circumstances, and quietly wonders how in the hell this amazing woman chose him.

Playing along, he grabs the sage from her grasp and throws it in the sink, wanting her full attention. He knows what she means with thirty-one, a biological clock he'll never fully comprehend but Angela made him quite privy of during her pregnancy of Jackson. He knows she wants to be married first before she gets pregnant. He knows it all.

Placing kisses on her lips, cheek and ear, he whispers, "If I proposed to you tomorrow, would you say yes?"

"Depends," she mumbles, feigning casualty when he can feel her accelarating heart, "if you mean it. If you actually want to propose. If it's not a Tim-test."

"You're a P3," he chuckles. "Is this a Lucy-test?"

She kisses him, long and languid, and he figures that yes, he could propose to her tomorrow. He won't, still needing to buy groceries for her favourite meal and making sure everyone's up for drinks on Saturday, but he could. He could drop on one knee right now and be so sure, more sure than anything in his life.

Whispering against her lips, he goes, "I love you, Luce. I love you." And then, bolder, "And I love whatever we make... together."

Her eyes shine with ardent love, face burrowed in his chest as he presses his nose in her hair.

"I dream of a girl," she quietly admits.

His heart stutters in place, holding her tighter to him. A game of House people their age liked playing, fantasising about children and school districts and book clubs. He normally rolls his eyes at that behaviour, but now he loves participating. Because it's Lucy. Because he wants all of that with her.

"Hm?"

"She has your eyes and my hair and she doesn't like psych or policework at all. She's her own... little person."

"I want her to have your eyes," he counters.

She looks up. "What if it's a boy?"

"Same answer."

"What if it's twins?"

He smirks. "Then we give one away."

Gently swatting his arm, Lucy retracts herself from the embrace and plucks the dwindling sage from the sink, shooting him a look that reads: don't mess with me anymore until I'm done.

So he lets her — but not before he scoops her up and kisses the taste of soon on her lips, breath and bloodstream. Soon, he'll propose. Soon, they'll marry. Soon, a little human will waggle around the place.

They'll have everything they ever dreamed of.

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Play Pretend

pairing: fred weasley x reader

For @vivianweasley ‘s 400 follower writing challenge!!

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“Hey beautiful!” Fred beams at you as you join him in charms.

You smile, placing a soft kiss to his lips before you take your seat, his arm resting against the back of your seat as soon as you do.

For the last week this has become your normal routine. Ever since you and your best friend, Fred Weasley, decided to date. You weren’t going to complain about it, but it certainly could be better. Especially if all of this was real.  

You and Fred have been pretty good friends since about midway through your first year. You had been working in the library when he and George came running in to hide from Filch and ended up sitting at your table, stealing your books to hide behind. You suppose it’s pure luck that you liked sitting in the back of the library.

Since that day you had started talking to the twins more, but you and Fred really hit it off. You got along with George, but you and Fred were so much closer. You hated to admit it, but you actually kinda liked him  a bit more than a friend should. It was easy enough to hide your true feelings, though. Well, when you didn’t have to pretend to be his girlfriend at least.

“Hey, Freddie. How’re you today, my love?” You ask, relaxing into his hold as you wait for Flitwick to arrive and begin the lesson.

It was so easy to pretend this was real. You so wished it was, but he didn’t like you anymore than a friend. You were simply doing him a favour. That’s all. Once the favour was over, you would go back to just being friends....hopefully.

He smiles, absolutely adoring the pet name you gave him. He honestly doesn’t think there’s any better sound than hearing the words ‘my love’ fall from your lips, especially when they’re directed at him. Every time you say them he feels butterflies erupt in his stomach. It’s crazy how much you fluster him without even trying.

Ever since he and George hid from filch with your help, he’s found himself intrigued with you. You two quickly became friends as you had no issue sassing and joking along with him. He couldn’t help but realize everything else about you though.

Sure you could joke around and sass him, but you were also extraordinarily kind and caring, not only to your friends, but everyone. That’s not to say that you didn’t know when to draw the line though as he’s seen you give some slytherin some major shit when you saw them picking on some random first year. He was very impressed with you that day, even maybe a little turned on.

He is totally amazed by you and that’s one of the things he loves about being your friend; he never knows quite what he’ll learn about you. He would love more than anything to learn all about you, and to date you for real, but for now this fake dating situation will have to do. Maybe he’ll eventually get the courage to ask you out for real.

“Better now that you’re here.” He replies, smiling and watching you as you roll your eyes, not able to keep a smile from gracing your lips however.

He’s positive you think he’s only saying that to keep up your guys’ act, but it’s nothing less than the truth. He’s been having a rough morning; waking up late, not being able to find his tie, and then barely getting to eat breakfast. However, seeing you has already made everything seem so much better. Even before starting to “date,” seeing you always made his days better.

“I’m glad, love. I was thinking maybe we could go to Hogsmeade later? I need some more quills and parchment.” You say, busy trying to dig out your materials for class.

You hear him chuckle beside you and you look up to meet his smile.

“What’s so funny about that?” You ask, smiling as Fred’s eyes twinkle in happiness.

He leans down and you have to remind yourself that this is all for show. You two aren’t really dating. Merlin you wish you were though.

He leans right down next to you so he can whisper and only you’ll hear him. You can’t believe that after all these years of being friends you still get butterflies whenever he’s close. Perhaps you liked him more than you thought.

“Are you asking me out on a date, y/l/n?”

You blush, shaking your head and rolling your eyes at the redhead. You should have realized he wouldn’t stop his flirtatious attitude with you even though you’re doing him a favour. Being flirty is his natural preset and you don’t think it’ll ever change.

***

You sigh as you sit in the library, stressed over your assignment for potions. You have to write an essay on the dawdle draught and you can barely get two pages worth of information. How you’re supposed to get five pages minimum, you’re not sure.

“Hey, y/n.” Fred sings, sitting down across from you as you work.

“What’re you planning now, Freddie?” You ask, barely looking up from your paper.

You knew what he was doing whenever he gave you that tone. That tone meant he had an idea and he needed your help with something. You’d only heard him use it a hundred times by now.

“What makes you say I’m planning something, huh? Maybe I just wanted to say hi.”

You roll your eyes, looking at him as you bite back a smirk.

“I’ve known you for five years, Fred. I know that tone of voice you have when you’ve got an idea and need my help with it.”

He huffs, pouting as you stare at him amused. You could read him inside and out yet somehow he was still surprised when you managed to correctly.

He watches you as you smirk slightly, shaking your head at him before going back to your paper. He smiles, not being able to help himself when you’re so freaking beautiful without trying.

“Alright, fine. You got me, y/l/n. I have an idea...and I really really do need your help with it. What do you say?” He asks, biting his lip as he smiles, leaning over the table towards you.

You look up, seeing him give you those bloody puppy eyes. He doesn’t even try to, but knows exactly how to get what he wants. You hate how easily you give in to him just by seeing his look.

“What is your idea, Fred?” You sigh, leaning back in your chair as you see him light up.

“So, I may have told this girl who’s been asking me out that I already have a girlfriend.”

“But you don’t.” You deadpan, looking at him confused.

“Exactly. If she sees me going around without a girl she’s going to get suspicious.”

“So your idea is what?”

He beams, giving you a look that’s somewhere between guilty and pleading.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Excuse me?” You ask, blinking in pure shock. He can’t be serious.

“Pretend to be my girlfriend. Please! Just for a month or two until she’s off my back.” He begs and you can’t help but laugh.

“No, Freddie. That’s absolutely absurd.” You scoff, shaking your head at the boy but not being able to keep the surprised, awkward smile from your face.

“What is so bad about this girl that you’re trying to find a pretend girlfriend?”

He sighs, leaning back in his chair, looking down at his hands.

“Well, nothing really. I’m just not interested and I can’t find a way to tell her that nicely. I-I panicked.”

You shake your head, still laughing in disbelief. Here was the Fred Weasley, known for being one of hogwart’s biggest flirts, and yet he panics when a girl he’s not interested in asks him out.

“So why did you ask me? We both know there’s plenty of other girls that would happily fill the role.”

“Because I don’t want anyone else to.” He blurts out, causing you to raise your eyebrows.

“I-I mean, yeah there’s other girls, but we’re already friends and it’d be so much more believable if we were to date. Fake date. I mean, we’re already comfortable with each other and everyone knows we’re close.” He rambles, a blush covering his cheeks.

You sigh, not believing what he’s spewing right now. Sure you guys are close friends and are comfortable with each other, but what makes him think you’d be able to pretend to be dating each other? Does he think that pretending to date isn’t going to awkward?

“Please, y/n. You’re the only one I trust to do this. Besides, it wouldn’t be the end of the world pretending to date me would it?” He smirks.

You scoff, rolling your eyes at your friend. He’s begging you to fake date him and yet he still pulls out his flirty lines.

“You’re unbelievable, Freddie.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Not always.” You quip to which he smiles. He loves how easy it is for the two of you to banter.

Truthfully, the reason he couldn’t say yes to the girl, was because he was too focused on you. You’ve been taking up his thoughts for nearly five years now, and it’s getting to the point where he can’t imagine being with anyone unless it’s you. Not that he plans on asking you anytime soon, he doesn’t want to ruin the friendship, but he feels wrong even thinking of dating anyone else.

That’s why he’s asking you now. He wants to date you more than anything, but he still can’t bring himself to ask you for real. However, even if it is pretend, he can’t imagine asking anyone but you.

“Two months at the very most. I promise. Please?” He begs, watching you as you think.

“Only if we decide what’s acceptable and what’s not beforehand.”

***

“Not a date, Weasley. But wouldn’t it look pretty bad if you let your girlfriend go off to town all by her lonesome?” You tease, kissing his cheek as you turn your attention back to your bag.

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile playing on his lips as he sat back in his seat again.

Godrick did he love when you kissed him. Neither of you have really kissed each other, just pecks here and there. Both of you found it far too nerve wracking to even try anything more than that. Either way, the second one of your guys’ lips touched the other’s skin you both went crazy.

~.~

“Okay, y/n. It’s time to spill.” Hermione urged, her and Ginny sitting across the room from you on their respective beds looking at you expectantly.

“Spill what?”

“Your relationship with Fred! What else?” Ginny retorted.

You chuckle, blushing a bit. It’s been about a month now that you and Fred have been “dating” and none of your friends knew you two were faking it.

That was part of the agreement. To make it more believable, you couldn’t tell your friends. If you could both fool the lot of them, then certainly the girl Fred was trying to fool would believe their lie.

“What is there to spill? We’re dating, that’s all.” You blush.

“What is there to spill? ‘Mione, are you hearing her?!” Ginny gasps, rolling her eyes at you.

“There’s so much to spill, y/n! Neither of you have said anything about it. How did he ask you? Where did he ask you? Were you excited? You must have been excited!” Hermione shouts, physically shaking with excitement.

You chuckle, not quite believing how invested these two are in the relationship.

“Was she excited? Of course she was, ‘mione. She’s only liked my brother for years.” Ginny deadpans.

“Excuse me? I have not liked him for years.” You huff.

“Uh, yeah. You have. It was so obvious when you first came over to the house. I knew you two would end up together at some point.”

“Yeah? Did you bet anyone on it?”

“No. Should have though. I could’ve made some good money if I bet right.”

“Your loss.” You chuckle, laying back in your bed.

“Don’t stop talking now! Tell us about him! We wanna know everything.” Hermione giggles, stumbling off her bed as she runs over to sit next to you.

“Like what, ‘mione?” You giggle.

“What do you like most about him?”

You smile, blushing at the question. You had never really talked to anyone about your feelings for the boy. You have always denied and hidden your feelings for him.

“Oh, I don’t know. There’s a lot I like about him.” You smile, hoping that answers the question. You didn’t really want to go into details, but you should’ve known these girls are not going to let that happen.

“Like what?” Ginny asks.

“Uhm, well he’s really sweet when he wants to be. He’s a pain in the ass more often than not, but he’s also really really sweet.”

“And, I don’t know, he’s obviously funny. It’s nice to be able to laugh so easily with him.” You smile, thinking about all the times he’s made you laugh while doing something dumb this past month.

The two girls smile as they watch you talk about him. They’ve never seen you look so in love.

“What else?” Hermione asks, smiling at you as you smile more and blush.

“I don’t know. He’s just...really amazing. All around. I can’t help but be happy around him no matter how bad a day I might be having. He always knows what to say when I need him to, and he gives some of the best hugs I’ve ever gotten. I think it’s just a Weasley thing to be honest, Ginny, but they’re so much better coming from him.”

The two girls squeal, drawing you out of your lovesick daze.

“What?” You ask, looking at the two confused.

“Y/n, you are so in love with Fred!” Hermione squeals, kicking her feet in excitement.

“What? No. No!”

“Yeah, you do. Have you guys said it to each other yet?” Ginny asks.

“No. No, I doubt we will for awhile.”

“How come?”

“I mean, I’m not ready to. And I doubt he’s at that point. We...like each other, but I wouldn’t say we quite love each other yet.” You explain, trying to not make them suspicious of the relationship.

You wish you could tell them about it, it would be so nice to talk to someone about your conflicting emotions, but for now you’ll have to keep them and your worries to yourself. It’s not like you haven’t already been doing that for awhile, but they we’re starting to become real heavy.

Do you two actually like each other? Of course you like him, but does he like you the same? Do you actually love him? What’s going to happen when you two “break up?” Do you even have to? Maybe you guys could just keep dating? Do you want that? Would he want that?

~.~

You sigh, feeling your stomach twist with nerves as you make your way to charms. The two months Fred promised you to were coming to a close and you were beyond nervous about what was going to happen afterwards.

You didn’t really want to stop dating him. Sure you two had been pretending these last couple months, but you had fooled yourself into thinking it was real. You didn’t want to go back to just being friends. In all honesty you weren’t sure you could.

“Hey gorgeous.” Fred greets, smiling at you the second you make your way over to him.

You smile, forcefully and honestly quite unhappily. You sit down next to him as you have every other day these last two months, but you’re more than preoccupied.

“Beautiful?” Fred asks, frowning as he looks you over. He hasn’t seen you looking this distracted in ages. He can’t imagine what has got you so down.

When you still don’t answer, he gets worried. What happened? What is on your mind?

“Y/n, love, what’s wrong?” He asks, leaning in to talk to you.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing, Freddie. I guess I’m just a bit tired this morning.” You smile, trying to reassure him.

“It’s nice to see you, my love.” You whisper, pecking his lips as you start in on your act.

He nods, frowning when you look away. Something isn’t right and he has no idea what. These last two months have been heaven. He’s been more than happy having you as his girlfriend...fake girlfriend.

It’s been so easy to pretend this is all real and he really doesn’t want it to end. He just wants to keep this going as long as it possibly can. Forget that it started out as playing pretend, because to him it never was.  

He sighs, watching as you sit beside him, completely lost in your thoughts as you chew on your bottom lip.

~.~

Fred sighs as it’s gotten to be dinner and you’re still lost in your thoughts. You look upset, but every time he tries to bring it up, you brush it aside and put on a show.

It’s driving him mad. Throughout the entire two months your fake relationship has never felt this fake. He wants to know what’s wrong but you’re not opening up, which is something you’ve never done.

“Y/n? Can we talk after dinner, please?”

You look up as Fred leans over to you to ask you that. Your heart starts racing as you can only imagine what he wants to talk about. He’s probably going to ask how you want to go about this breakup.

Your heart aches but you find yourself nodding at the redhead.

“Yeah. Sure, Freddie.”

He nods, smiling at you slightly as you nod back, turning your attention back to your plate of food.

After the two of you are done eating and you’ve talked with your friends for a few minutes, Fred motions for you to join him as he leaves.

“Alright, I’ll see you later, loves.” You smile at hermione and Ginny as you stand, grabbing a hold of Fred’s hand.

“Yeah, see you later. Make sure to tell him!” Ginny whisper yells, but very poorly.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head at the girl but not able to stop the blush that covers your cheeks.

The two of you make it up to the common room where you sit on the couch as no one else is in the area.

You sigh, watching Fred as he sits with his head in his lap, his hands running through his hair. He seems stressed and you wonder why. Surely he can’t be stressed about the breakup. Can he?

“What’s bothering you today, y/n? You’ve been distant and upset all day.”

“Nothing I can’t handle. I’m just being stupid.” You smile, albeit a bit sadly.

“That’s not what I’m asking. Please tell me what’s been on your mind?”

“I-well, I-it’s really dumb, Freddie. It won’t matter in a week or two anyway. I’m just being overdramatic.” You sigh.

“Princess, you do know you can tell me anything right? We are still best friends.”

You sigh, your heart breaking at the title. You didn’t want to be best friends anymore. You wanted to be his girlfriend whether you realized it before this or not. You honestly weren’t sure how you were suppose to pretend you hadn’t fallen completely in love with this redhead you’d been friends with for years.

“That’s the problem...” you mumble.

“What’s the problem? That we’re best friends?”

He really hopes he misheard you. He can’t lose you as a best friend after all of this. He can deal with not getting to call you his, but he can’t deal with not having you in his life at all.

“Freddie, I don’t wanna be best friends with you anymore.” You sigh, your stomach doing somersaults.

“What are you talking about, love?”

You close your eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay as you take a minute to compose yourself. You’ve already started talking so you can’t really back out now, but it felt like you’ve run a marathon with how fast your heart was beating.

“Y/n. What are you talking about?” Fred asks, his voice shaky as he’s overcome with anxiety.

“These past two months, Fred, have been really really nice. It’s been everything I’ve dreamed of for a year or two now. I-I don’t think I can go back to just being best friends.”

“Love?”

“I know we’ve been pretending, Freddie, but it hasn’t felt like it. I can’t go back to being friends when all I want is to be yours.” You sigh, your stomach sinking when you confess your true feelings. This is for sure going to ruin the friendship, but you can’t go any longer without telling him how you feel.

“And I know you probably don’t feel the same. I mean, why would you? You’re Fred Weasley and could have any girl you wanted. Why would you want me? And I know it’s selfish, but I don’t want to break this off, Freddie, even if it is all pretend. Even if you have to pretend to love me, I’d rather keep living in that daydream than-“

Before you realize what’s happening, Fred has pulled you into him, his lips meeting yours in a kiss. Not just a peck, but an actual kiss.

You gasp, pulling away when it finally registers in your head.

“Freddie!”

“Shut up, love. Please. I’ve only ever wanted you and I don’t want to break this off either. No pretending or faking. I want to be with you, for real. For as long as we can stand each other.” He smiles, making you chuckle.

“Fred...”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. Fred Weasley, your best friend whom you’ve been crushing on for years, likes you back. This can’t be real.

“Will you be my girlfriend, y/n? For real?”

You nod, watching as his lips curl into a wide smile, his arms pulling you right to his chest as he kisses you again.

“I love you, Freddie.”

He smiles, pecking your lips in quick succession causing you to giggle.

“I love you too, y/n. Thank you for being my fake girlfriend for two months. If I hadn’t been such a git, maybe we wouldn’t have had to pretend at all.”

You smile, feeling like you might burst. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from your chest. You’re far too happy and the whole situation has become funny to you. If you two hadn’t been so nervous and afraid of ruining your friendship, you probably could have been together long before now.

“I never was pretending, Freddie. Everything I did, it’s because I wanted to.”

He smiles, kissing you again as you both curl up on the couch, not wanting to leave each other’s arms for quite awhile. Luckily you both had all evening as it was a Friday night and neither of you had anywhere to be.

~.~

“You two were faking your relationship?! No way!” Ginny gasps.

Now that you and Fred were together for real, you figured you should tell the truth to your other two best friends.

You couldn’t really escape it anyways when the both of them saw how much happier you were than normal at breakfast. You were by no means a morning person so they knew something had to have happened if you were wide awake and happy, on a Saturday morning no less.

“I mean, technically we were.”

“But neither of you really were, were you?” Hermione asks, smiling at you as a blush rises to your cheeks.

“No. I’d never be able to pretend. Not when I like him.”

“Aww, my girlfriend likes me. That’s nice to hear.” You hear Freddie tease as he and George join the three of you for breakfast.

You roll you eyes, smiling as he sits down next to. He pulls you into his side and places a kiss to your lips, smiling as you kiss him back.

“I love you.” You whisper, not able to stop smiling as you look at your boyfriend.

“I love you too, beautiful.” He smiles, placing another kiss to your lips before you two pull away to finally start eating breakfast.

“Sickening. Hey! Did you two know-“ George starts before ginny cuts him off.

“That they were faking?! Y/n told us this morning. I can’t believe it.”

“Right?! Here I was all happy for Fred because I thought he finally told her how he felt, but he hadn’t!”

You and Fred chuckle, watching as George, Ginny, and Hermione talk animatedly about your guy’s relationship. At least you had overwhelming support for it.

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