#topic: sap nap

[sapitties]

all the dreams and how they interact with sapnap little heacannons brewing up in my head :D

For cc!dream its pretty obvious childhood friends to lovers he's loved sapnap for so long without realising the extent of his love that grew past platonic but he refuses to loose him because of his feelings as they continue to grow closer. they do eventually get tgt before all the other dreams show up and afterwards he starts to grow possessive now that he has to share saps attention

c!dream its a little more complicated (i assume this is after the c!dreamnap confrontation) he can't shake the fear he has of sapnap despite their looks being completely different. it helps a little but every time he hears his voice he can't help but shrink away to his room and completely avoid him it takes a lot of coaxing for him Tk finally open up and find healing and this new sapnap that's kind and understanding and do right by his wrongs in some fucked up way by treating sapnap they way his own deserved

Nightmare likes to be cheeky, a lot more confident and forward than cc!dream he liked to fluster sapnap a lot, enjoying how red his face gets at the simplest of touches. he hugs him a lot, kisses his cheek, whispers dirty things in his ears (and maybe he also is fuelled by the jealous looks dream give him from across the room) he feeds off the chaos he creates which includes minor pranks throughout the house

Blob is basically the size of patches and spends a lot of time with the kitties. When he's with sapnap while he's working on his PC he likes to stay on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck and takes naps in his hair. everytime sapnap sees blob he takes off his hat to let him nestle in his soft hair which is not a privilege he gives most ppl. when they're lying down blob usually stays on his tummy or lap, loving the warmth his body provides

DreamXD is like nightmare but more tame. Unlike cc!dream, cc!sapnap reminds his a lot of c!sapnap but in a positive way, the way he speaks and carries himself. he likes talking to him about random topics, enjoying when he often goes off on tangents about random things. he treats him almost like a pet, petting his head randomly throughout the day or bringing little gifts to see him get excited. he's amused by his actions and can't help but be attached to his human ways

mh!dream is a mix of c!dreams feelings with cc!dreams fear. he's always on high alert around him, keeping a knife that none of them know about at his side incase sap decides to pull a fast one on him. it takes a while for the knoledge that this sapnap isn't here to kill him or hunt him down to sink in and that he can finally rebuild a friendship with his once best friend without the fear of being hunted just like old times

#idk if this makes any sence but yh😭😭 #c!dream meeting cc!sapnap is my favourite dynamic i think theirs so much angst potential dream whos scared shitless and sapnap whos just no #the wiser #idk how they all come tgt tho maybe a secret rift in the universe that end up being located at the dteam house #i am unable to write anything that isnt sapnap cetric 😭 #pigeon brainrot

[thanksjro]

More Than Meets the Eye #47 — Cyclonus Cries Alone in His Room Because He Wants to Hold Hands With Tailgate

Oh wow, a literal love triangle! I’m certain this will resolve in a way that’s satisfying for all parties involved, without any underhanded bullshit whatsoever!

The funny thing is, we don’t really know all that much about Getaway. We know he’s cold constructed, that he used to work for Prowl and alongside Skids, that he’s got an interest in Tailgate that he expresses in… dubious fashion, and that he’s got an unfortunate habit of standing in lighting that makes him look like a murderer.

But who is Getaway, really? What made him the man he is today?

Well, you see, it all started the day he was born.

Getaway of the Corcapsia Incursion is an MTO, who had his frozen spark ripped out of a cooler and stuffed into the lifeless husk that would become his body a few minutes before he got tossed out of the plane that was his birthplace. He didn’t want to fight, or do any of the shit he’d been told to do, so he high-tailed it out of there.

I suppose this is certainly a topic of discussion for a date. If you wanted the date to suck, anyhow.

Getaway and Tailgate are once again hanging out and drinking, because apparently they can’t have fun without being inebriated and talking trash about people who aren’t there to defend themselves. This little moment of vulnerability was in the middle of Getaway teaching Tailgate to speak chirolinguistics, because Tailgate is “disarming” and “easy to talk to” and “so much nicer and sweeter than his shitty roommate Cyclonus, who totally eats babies and no that’s not a euphemism”. Tailgate’s a little weirded out by the random diversion in conversation, but lets it go, since he is getting free sign language lessons out of this deal.

Tailgate tells Getaway about how Cyclonus held his hand and sang to him while he was dying, which reminds him how he never got those Old Cybertronian lessons from the big purple space jet. Getaway doesn’t seem to enjoy being compared to Cyclonus, or perhaps even the mention of him at all.

Then things get a little disjointed, as Getaway is revealed to have Nautica’s wrench, which he uses to uncover a hiding Ravage— except Ravage isn’t hiding, because this is a public venue and he’s a fucking adult who can drink if he wants to. Getaway asks Tailgate to come with him, so he can give him something. Most of these panels have the backgrounds blacked out. I’m sure it’s fine, and not symbolic of some shitfuckery going on.

Over in habitation suite 14, Cyclonus wakes up from his nap to find that Tailgate isn’t there. It is presumably late in the evening, though I’m guessing at this, since space is dark no matter what. Cyclonus heads over to Swerve’s, where he catches the grave sin of PDA.

Yeah, I know, you wanna hold hands too, you emotionally-constipated sap.

Cyclonus sits down at the bar, where Swerve seems to know exactly what’s on his mind. Letting Cyclonus know that Tailgate’s with another man, our barkeep gives him a free drink to nurse his wounds with. Cyclonus takes a shot, then goes to do something that appears to make him nervous.

Over in Getaway’s room, it would appear that Tailgate’s gift was a pair of clip-on mnemo-needles. Tailgate, while not wanting to seem ungrateful, is utterly baffled as to why Getaway would think he wanted surgical equipment, not even remembering the conversation they had about how cool Chromedome’s needles are. But I’m sure that’s fine, and certainly not something to worry about.

Getaway’s gift comes with strings attached, however, as the man stumbles through asking Tailgate a very important question. See, in order to become Conjunx Endura, you have to go through the Conjunx Ritus, which is broken down into four parts, which take place in a location that holds fond memories for all parties involved:

The Act of Intimacy — usually physical contact. Yes, getting your dick wet probably counts.

The Act of Disclosure — the initiator of the ritual reveals a secret or deeply personal information, which doesn’t exactly make them look good, showing trust in all other involved parties.

The Act of Profference — a present. Pretty straight-forward, despite the fancy name.

The Act of Devotion — I’ll let Getaway explain this one.

So where exactly does the consent come into the ritual, Getaway? Because it sort of seems like you’ve sprung a massive life change on Tailgate without any sort of input from him! Hell, you literally just told him what the ritual is! You two haven’t even lived together you absolute goon.

Tailgate, who seems to be feeling a lot of pressure to say “yes” to all this immediately, asks what exactly Getaway wants him to do.

While this sketchy shit is going down, we see where Cyclonus has gotten to. He knocks on a door, and is greeted by Whirl and a gun. Whirl lets him in, showing off his surprisingly nice room and collection of alarm clocks. When Cyclonus asks why he’s got roughly 300 clocks, Whirl tells him to fuck off and get to the point.

Cyclonus takes a seat and admits that he misses spending time with Tailgate. Well, “admits” in his own, Cyclonus-y way. He worries that Getaway is eating up all of Tailgate’s time, and also treating him in ways that maybe aren’t very good for him. Which he would be correct about, but it’s not like Cyclonus would ever stoop so low as to actually voice his concerns to Tailgate himself. That would be too close to admitting that he’s got feelings that can be hurt.

Whirl lets Cyclonus finish before laughing in his face at his audacity to think that Tailgate gives a shit about him or owes him any of his time, just because they share a room and did a spark transfusion. Which while harsh, is true. Cyclonus sort of talks around the real point of the matter, going so far as to say he cares about Tailgate, which for Cyclonus is equivalent to saying he’s madly in love and can’t live without him. But again, Tailgate doesn’t actually owe Cyclonus anything, especially since Cyclonus has refused to voice any actual concern about their relationship status, or Getaway’s whole deal.

That, and Getaway’s apparently hot. I don’t see it, but maybe Tailgate does. He’s allowed to want to fool around with a hot guy.

Cyclonus seems to have gotten what he came for, and decides to leave, thanking Whirl as he does. When Whirl asks why the hell he’s being thanked, or why Cyclonus sought him out in the first place, Cyclonus tells him that Whirl was the only one he trusted to give him the truth and not coddle him. With that, he leaves, leaving Whirl to think. Whirl, who has never had a positive relationship with anyone for more than two minutes without it all going to shit, is starting to feel something for Cyclonus.

The feeling is friendship. And maybe a little pity.

As such, he holds a meeting with his co-conspirators.

Oh, this can only mean good things, surely!

Whirl thinks that using Tailgate as a weapon is a bad idea, and Atomizer blames this whole situation on Whirl not dying at the hands of Megatron back in issue #28. So that confirms that Whirl didn’t steal that bow, but was rather loaned it for the purposes of suicide for the greater good. How does Getaway feel about Whirl’s sudden change of heart?

Well, considering he’s been literally grooming Tailgate for the role of sacrificial lamb, so they could get Megatron sent back to Cybertron/killed, I’d say his opinion doesn’t really matter all that much.

Yes, the entire relationship has been a farce, meant to get Tailgate to do whatever Getaway needs him to do.

We get a flashback to complete their conversation from earlier, where Getaway explained that Tailgate’s mnemo-needles would inject Megatron with an “anti-villain” virus, removing his bad thoughts and keeping him from ever returning to his evil ways! Wow! How convenient!

When Tailgate didn’t seem totally on-board with this plan, Getaway laid it on thick, appealing to Tailgate’s desire to protect the people he cares about. He also gave Tailgate the wrench to detect Ravage with, for the sake of protection. Tailgate is (quite reasonably) terrified by the idea of going to defile a former warlord’s brain all by himself, but Getaway understands! And if Tailgate is too much of a crybaby bitch to keep everyone he’s ever loved from being murdered, that fine! They just won’t get space married. Oh, but wouldn’t this stunt be just the thing to finally earn Cyclonus’s approval, at long, long last?

That last point is what finally cinches it for Tailgate, as Getaway knew it would. Given what he’s about to put Tailgate through, I hope it burns him up all even after all that work, he had to lean on Tailgate’s desire for Cyclonus to be proud of him than any love he might hold for Getaway himself.

Getaway explains to Whirl that the Ravage-detector on the wrench has been disabled, and Tailgate being beat to death by Megatron in a needle-induced panic will be a small price to pay for a genocidal maniac to finally be brought to justice. Atomizer stands in the foreground wearing some highly fashionable ominous shadows on his gun-toting arm. Whirl messes with his clocks while they converse, as if he knows what’s about to happen to him. Atomizer blasts him in the back of the head with the nudge gun while Getaway makes a bad joke, and the two leave Whirl on the floor to pass out.

Whirl, however, is much smarter than most give him credit for, and prior to succumbing to memory erasure, he pops on his holoform program, bouncing his avatar around the ship until he reaches the one guy who can and will go absolutely berserk to keep Tailgate safe.

With only a moment before she fades out of existence, Cyclonus gets the idea that something’s wrong and bolts for Whirl’s room. He passes by Getaway and Atomizer as he does, and Getaway has the gall to be cheeky about it. When he gets to Whirl’s room, Cyclonus finds the guy on the floor with a killer headache, and roughly twenty clocks that all read the same, incorrect time— 1:13.

Tailgate enters Megatron’s room at this point, not seeing Ravage on the floor by the recharge slab. Cyclonus sprints down, sword in hand, as Megatron is woken by Ravage and panics when he finds a guy with needles trying to poke him in the brain. Cyclonus rushes in before too much murder can happen, however, javelin-tossing his sword into Megatron’s chest and spin kicking Ravage into oblivion, before beating Megatron into unconsciousness with a flat screen television.

When will YOUR man do this much for you and look good doing it?

Tailgate takes Cyclonus’s hand and they book it from the scene of the crime. As they do, Tailgate realizes that Getaway’s gift and the anti-villain virus were both bullshit. However, we can’t fix the past, so now Cyclonus is taking them to the shuttles to run away from their problems, which is sad, because this is their home. As they’re running down the hall, the alarms sound, and Tailgate realizes something about his and Cyclonus’s relationship.

Tailgate, I know this is very poignant and sweet, but, again, marriage is a mutually agreed-upon decision, that happens after you two can actually have conversations about feelings that don’t require one of you dying.

The pair reach the shuttle bay, but Cyclonus is given a warning shot in the back by the security team, one of which has a machine gun. Typical wannabe cops. Cyclonus reaches for his sword, and this is all it takes for the entire team to fire on him, as well as Tailgate. Hey fuckers, swords are waaaaaay slower than gunfire!

Cyclonus scoops Tailgate up to his chest to protect him from the guns, his back getting blasted to pieces as he does. He tells Tailgate goodbye, then falls to the ground, presumably dead. The security team ceases fire, giving Tailgate time to cry over his dead not-boyfriend. Then this happens.

Just a typical Friday night in the sad, gay space comic.

#transformers #MTMTE #issue 47 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #overthinking about robots #comic script writing

[andrewsmotivation]

4 Word Cute Short Motivational Quotes

The 4 word cute short motivational quotes is the perfect approach to start this topic. It shows how motivation is key to success. As you read that story and others that make you pause, ask yourself: Do you float through life like a leaf? Without choice or justification. Or shift course? Life is full of ups and downs, thus the answer to this question affects your personal and professional life. Life's road is full of pit stops, blind curves, and incomplete paths. After our trails, we have clear concrete highways flanked with magnificent trees and no obstructions. The next barrier, impediment, or problem will appear.

Motivational 4 word inspirational quotes short helps us bounce back after being knocked down (or out). When you're sad, your attitude and motivation will determine how you react. This has personal, professional, and financial implications.

An example: I once lived in Atlanta's suburbs. This developing city has the same traffic difficulties that most of you do during rush hour. Even though I'm an energetic and positive man (short of Zig of course). I've made negative comments about traffic occasionally. I smacked my car's steering wheel and yelled at the driver ahead. All were time-wasters. Because despite my bluster, the traffic and I remained. My feelings were negative, so anything upset them more.

My commute takes an hour each way. Two hours a day, five days a week is 500 hours a year, including vacations. If I made this barking, whacking banter a daily ritual, I'd risk accidents by challenging other drivers in my agitated mood. Negative emotions have bodily consequences (headaches, high blood pressure etc.)

No, I'd rather use this time positively. I have tapes and CDs of educational and motivational audio. When I start my drive, I pop in a tape or CD and head to work and success. Zig Ziglar, Anthony Robbins, Brain Tracy, Napoleon Hill, and Dale Carnegie. I've done 100s of hours of personal/professional development courses in e-commerce, goal setting, creativity, and more. This auto school has served me well. Paying off in motivation that inspired real-world activities.

My drive-time tapes never said, "Tracy, here's the solution to your problem." My recordings offered me information and happy thoughts. Whoever wishes to maximise their lives will arrange motivational and instructional information. This feedback may be about their career, who they are or who they want to be, or something completely new. These fresh notions, ideas, confidence-building thoughts, and viewpoints will invigorate and motivate you, lifting you emotionally. Uplifted people learn more, perform better, and react more positively. So buy motivating insurance immediately. Schedule motivational and educational input. Do it immediately for massive rewards!

Let's define motivation using the dictionary (motivate, motive)

Incite; motivate.

Mo-tive 1 inner urge that motivates; incentive. 2 moving

Combining motivational and educational information will give you the urge and impulse to implement new concepts, ideas, confidence-building thoughts, and viewpoints (educational material). This will boost your momentum and motivation. See a pattern?

You can't tell life's stove, "Give me heat and I'll add wood!" You must first stoke your motivational fire.

Here are 10 ways to get motivated.

Rest. Lack of rest demotivates today's society. Sleep an extra hour to recharge. Or, nap. Effectiveness and motivation depend on a good night's sleep.

Exercise. Take a stroll, jog, or other physical activity. Endorphins from exercise improve your mood. You'll also be healthy. (avoid injury)

3. Collect sap. Remove what drains your energy.

4. Relax. Relax. Mini-vacation? (a few hours to a day or two) Enjoy yourself. Refresh yourself.

5. Review goals. Review your goals and motivation. If you're not ready for a goal, drop it. You may always renew your objective.

6. Experiment. Put your goals and activities on a calendar with notes or stickers. Send yourself mail to stay motivated. Here's how to use online freebies. Yahoo.com has free calendars that deliver reminders. Fun-ify!

7. Get support from qualified advisors. Send you notes (see #6). You want them to motivate you, but not lie. Critique is crucial. So you're encouraged to grow.

Find your music. We all have moving songs. Make a tape or CD of encouraging songs. Bach or Backstreet Boys, high-energy music move YOU.

9. Play motivating CDs/tapes. Motivation isn't limited to your car.

Hire help. My wife got a housekeeper. I have a martial arts and success coach. These coaches and trainers can help you achieve your goals.

[nsfwgeorgie]

Hey, just thinking about sub George and sub Reader dry humping while dom Dream and dom Sapnap are in another room

Oh god oh fuck

Sap Nap and Dream have both been denying orgasms for you and George. It’s been absolute hell. But one day when they’d get caught up in a chess match, George would steal a moment with you alone in the kitchen. 

As soon as you two are out of sight, George has you pushed against the kitchen counter, grinding against you. Within seconds, you’re grinding against him. George is biting his lip while you’re fighting the urge to bite George’s collar bone. If you’re caught, who knows how Dream and Sap Nap would punish you two? You both are just so needy to cum. Just a quick moment of pleasure would be enough for either of you-

“Hey Dream, come look at this.”

As soon as you hear his voice, both you and George push away from each other.

“No, go ahead,” Sap Nap smirks at his two little subs. “Keep going, this might be the last chance to get pleasured for a while.”

“What’s going on?”

“I found our little subs grinding against each other without our permission.”

“Oh no, what a shame,” Dream tsks at both you and George. “We were planning to let you cum again tonight, but brats aren’t allowed to cum. So I guess you’ll have to wait even longer.”

George and you are quick to start whining and begging, which is only tuned out by your doms as they return to their chess match. 

#anon #mcyt smut #topic: georgenotfound #topic: dreamwastaken #topic: sap nap

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Dream SMP Members Hear You're Receiving Hate

Pronouns: They/Them

Dreamwastaken

Dream will feel like it's slightly his fault

He'll assume people are hating on you because you're friends with him

DNF fans would get mad at you for interacting with Dream too much

He would constantly apologize to you over it

Dream would tweet about how he wasn't okay with you receiving hate

"I've seen a lot of hate thrown in @Y/n's direction because them and I are friends. Please don't threaten my friends, I'm allowed to interact with people besides George."

He'd get George to tweet out about it

Dream wouldn't address you as his partner because he didn't want people to send you more hate

And he liked having your relationship be private

Georgenotfound

George would avoid Twitter

He'd wait for you to bring it up first

Because he didn't want to be the one to ruin your mood

Immediately he's comforting you and apologizing for the fanbase

He'll spend a long time just cuddling with you as a way to say sorry

You'd have to ask him to say something to the fans

So George would do the same as Dream; turn to Twitter

"Guys, can e not send Y/n hate? They're my partner, how about we treat them with a little more respect and kindness? Thank you :)"

Sap Nap

I've said it before and I'll say it again; THIS MAN WILL FIGHT FOR YOU

As soon as he finds out you're getting hated on, he's gonna defend you

He doesn't even have to address it with you

He would be in the middle of streaming when he found out

A dono would've told him to check Twitter

he'd pause Minecraft to check

And instead of tweeting, he'd say it live

"Guys, this is not okay. Y/n's really important to me, don't send them hate. That's not cool."

When he's done streaming, he's turning to you

Just so he can love on you and spend quality time with you after how toxic your day was

C! Technoblade

He definitely has a soft spot for you

So when he finds out rumors are being spread about you, he's going to track down whoever started the rumors

This man will AVENGE you

After getting his hands dirty, he'll come and find you

techno would remind you how important you are to him

He'd remind you all those rumors were false and pathetic

Wilbur Soot

Just like Sap Nap, he'd receive a donation about it while streaming

Wilbur wouldn't open Twitter over it

Afterall he hates Twitter

He'd just flat out say it

"Don't send Y/n hate. They didn't do anything. Don't make our fandom toxic by sending hate. The worst part about Y/n getting hate is that I know they're only receiving gate for dating me. Don't send my partner hate."

Wilbur would keep mentioning you every now and then, talking about how amazing you are

Quackity

Alex would also address it during a stream

He'd be very brief about it

"I've seen Y/n receiving hate recently, stop it. Don't do it, Y/n is very cool, we like Y/n. Leave them alone."

He'd get very serious for a moment while talking about it

As soon as he's done, he's back to his normal goofy self

You'd be watching his stream when he talked about it

You'd text him while he was streaming

'Thanks for addressing it, Alex. It means a lot, it was starting to become too much.'

'Anything for you, mi amor.'

Karl Jacobs

Karl would get so sad over seeing you getting hated on

He'd try to make it up to you for being hated on

In other words, old cartoon network cartoons and icecream

This man would do whatever he could to keep you from being sad

Eventually, he'd realize he should talk about the hate and tell the fandom to knock it off

He'd talk about it in an IG story

"I noticed a lot of people have been sending hate towards my partner Y/n, can you please stop? They're very important to me and I love them a lot. Thanks!"

Karl would then proceed to make an Instagram post with all his favorite photos + videos of you and him together.

He'd caption the post ‘I love you'

Nihachu

You'd be getting hate because of toxic stands wanting Wilbur and Niki to date

Niki's blood would boil after hearing about it

She would address the hate on stream

She'd be very serious about it

She'd also get VERY angry as she talked about it

"I don't want to see any more hate directed towards Y/n. They're a human being, they deserve to be treated with kindness.”

The chat would spam apologizes and say they love Niki

"Don't just love me, love Y/n. They're amazing."

Awesamdude

Sam would get really sad over finding out his fans were sending you hate

he'd be really disappointed in them

He would talk about it while streaming

As soon as the stream has started, he'd briefly cover the topic.

"Before we start with Minecraft, I want to talk about something. Recently I found out Y/n has been receiving hate from my fanbase. I'm honestly really upset over this because I expected my fans to act better than this. Y/n is great, alright? Stop sending them hate messages."

Bad Boy Halo

BBH would find out about the hate midstream

He'd receive a dono asking for his opinion about it

"What? Y/n's getting hate? Why are people sending them hate?"

Another dono would explain people are threatening you because you're dating BBH

“Oh no... Guys knock it off. Both me and Y/n are adults and we love each other. You need to resect them."

As soon as he's finished streaming, he's spending the rest of the day/night with you just showering you in love and affection

Punz

Punz would also address your hate during a stream

He'd bring it up himself

And he'd be really aggressive over it

It just pissed him off so bad

"Also, I noticed on social media recently that my partner Y/n has been receiving some hate, knock that shit off. They're amazing, I don't know what shit you're on to hate, Y/n."

He'd spend a good 15 minutes hyping you up on stream (even though you weren't there)

Chat would hype you up too

(We all know anyone from Punz's chat DID NOT send you hate)

(Punz's chat loves you too much to hate on you)

Taglist: @ivory-raptor @snowcones404 @goldenhoax @delsinhunter @kiritokunuwu @part-of-too-many-fandoms29​

#dream smp #mcyt #x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sap nap x reader #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot x reader #quackity x reader #karl jacobs x reader #Nihachu x reader #awesamdude x reader #punz x reader #dream was taken x reader #george not found x reader #dreamwastaken imagine #georgenotfound imagine #sap nap imagine #technoblade imagine #wilbur soot imagine #quackity imagine #karl jacobs imagine #nihachu imagine #awesamdude imagine #punz imagine #dream was taken imagine #george not found imagine

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Eight. "If you're the imposter, you are canonically Bugsy Siegel."

warnings: swearing word count: 2k (not including pictures)

behind the screen (irl dream xf!reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist

A/N: ahehahehoho ik sapnap didn't fly to dreams house before they moved in together but this is a fanfic and therefore what i say goes and i say he did :) hope you enjoy!!!!!!

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"SAPNAP!" Y/n yelled into her phone, smiling against the cool device.

"Bugsy!" he said with a laugh.

"You're with Dream?"

"Yeah, you wanna say hi?"

"No, give the phone to Patches!!"

"She literally hates me. She runs away when I see her."

Y/n laughed and heard a voice of protest in the background.

"Dream claims it's because she's shy but she literally hissed at me in my nightmares so I think we have bad blood."

Y/n giggled and balanced the phone between her shoulder and cheek. "You're still on for Among Us tonight, right?"

"Yeah, why? What's up?"

"I was just checking since you're visiting Dream apparently. I don't want to take away from your bro time or whatever."

"Oh, nah, it's good. I'm only here so we can look at places to live together and stuff. He told you I'm moving in with him soon, right?"

"Yeah! That's awesome!"

"Yeah. But, yeah, I love playing games with you! Besides, he has his stupid George plug-in to finish still so I'll be bored. So yes, of course I'm still playing, Bugsy!!!!"

"I've never made a lobby before so I'm just nervous," she said, the feeling evident in her voice.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure none of them pull that stupid prank we pull with Quackity all the time when we tell him we're leaving and pretend like he's muted. It always drags on for like half an hour."

"Okay, good. I'm literally so scared already I don't need hooligans messing with me."

"Don't worry, I got you, Bugsy."

"Thanks. Hey, can you tell Dream he sucks?"

Sapnap groaned. "I don't wanna be your messenger for your love letters to each other."

"Sapnap!" she exclaimed. "No, just... tell him he sucks."

She listened as Sapnap's voice became muffled and she heard him relay the message. A loud, "BUGSY!!" was heard in Dreams voice and she giggled.

"He's dramatically appalled. He said—you know what, no. You guys can talk to each other on your own phones. I'm not being a delivery boy."

"Boo, no fun. I'll let you go so you can hang out with Dream but I can't wait for the game!"

"Me too! See ya Bugsy, love you."

"Love you, Sap!!"

**********

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Y/n drummed her fingers lightly against her desk as she waited for people to join her stream. She was muted, her viewers only left with the sounds of the music she played and the image of her commissioned "starting soon!!" screen. She double-checked the Discord call she was deafened and muted in to make sure her friends were actually there before unmuting her stream and welcoming everyone.

"Chat!!" she announced happily. "Hi! Hello! Welcome one and all to my stream!" She glanced at the chat which was filled with welcomes and announcements of everyone's excitement. She thanked everyone that had donated and gifted subs before checking her surroundings, even though it wouldn't be shown on stream.

She was bundled in a hoodie, her comforter from her bed wrapped around her and trapping her in a cocoon. The lights were off except a candle on her desk and her fairy lights around her room. It was all very serene. She was ready.

A dono came through and she laughed at the question. "Why isn't Dream joining? Um, because he said no. He doesn't have time for me," she joked, recalling them teasing each other about making time for one another. "This just in: Dreamwastaken hates BugsyGames."

Moments later, a $20 dono came through from Dream saying, "not true".

"Dream!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "You can donate and stalk my stream but not play with us? Very rude. Get off my stream and go finish coding, nerd." Despite her words, she couldn't stop smiling.

"Alright, folks! Listen up, today is gonna be so fun. We got Karl, we got Quackity, we got Tubbo, Ranboo, Sapnap, George, Schlatt, Corpse, Sykkuno," she took a dramatic breath and paused, making sure she wasn't forgetting to mention anyone. "Okay? It's gonna be so fun and I'm very excited!" She glanced at chat and smiled at all the positivity.

user4: SYKKUNO AND BUGSY YES

user5: corpse!!!!!! T_T

user2: omg watch out dream, we got another faceless man he might come for ur girl

user7: omg is this the first time bugsy is playing with tubbo and ranboo???

"Yes, I'm very excited to have Corpse and Sykkuno play today! I haven't played anything with them or Schlatt yet but I have played Minecraft with Tubbo and Ranboo not too long ago. So it should be fun!! Okay, let's join the vc!!"

She typed in the text channel that she was joining before unmuting and undeafening herself. Her headphones were immediately filled with voices speaking over each other, one louder than the rest.

"—aren't, but come on, there has to be something! We aren't blind!" It was Quackity. "Well, George is colorblind but—"

"Hey!" George protested of Quackity's fit of laughter.

"I think they'd be cute," Tubbo said.

"Me too!" Sykkuno's sweet voice rang.

"Quackity!" Karl shouted, exasperated. "I promise you they aren't actually dating! Like actually!!! She's my best friend and she would tell me if something was going on!!" His voice was desperate, almost as if he felt like Quackity was doubting his friendship with whoever he was talking about. Wait, Y/n was Karl's best friend. Were they talking about...

"Yeah, that and I'm literally in his house right now," Sapnap said. "That's two people who are close with the sources who haven't heard anything. I've literally asked Dream straight up to his face and he said no. And he's a terrible liar so I would be able to tell if he and Bugsy—"

"Hi everyone!!" Y/n said quickly, snapping out of wanting to listen to the gossip when she remembered she was streaming. She was worried about how detailed everyone would go into their theories and opinions of what sounded like her and Dream dating.

Where did they get that idea? she thought.

She didn't dare look at her chat in case they picked up on what the boys were talking about, which was very likely.

Quackity and Corpse started laughing loudly at Y/n's entrance while Tubbo stammered out an awkward, "Hel-hello Bugsy!" as if he had been caught doing something wrong. Oh, Tubbo, my sweet son, you could never do anything wrong.

"What are... you guys, haha, uh... talking about?" she asked slowly, hoping they would lie if they were talking about what she thought they were.

"The weather," Sapnap lied.

"Uh, uh, uh," Corpse stammered with a small laugh at the end.

"Tax evasion!" Ranboo shouted.

"Don't let these pricks lie to you, Bugsy," Schlatt said casually, his mouth clearly full of food. Probably a corndog or quesadilla or something. She tensed at his honestly, praying he wasn't going to blurt what they actually— "They're talking about you and Dream."

"M-me and Dream?"

"Are you dating? Yes or no?" he asked bluntly.

"Wha—n-no! No, we aren't."

"TOLD YOU!" Karl and Sapnap both yelled.

"Can we just.. play?" she asked with a laugh. She usually liked chatting with everyone before they played things on other people's streams but she was certain the topic was going to stay on her and Dream and she didn't want that. Bugsy and Dream... that has a nice ring to it, she thought before shaking her head to rid it from her mind. Weird.

"I do have one question, Bugsy," Schlatt said. "Bugsy... what is that? All I can think of is Bugsy Siegel."

"Because you're the most New York New Yorker on the planet," she groaned with a small laugh. "Bugsy just sounded cute, don't compare me to a mobster."

"Then don't name yourself after one."

"Please can we play?" Y/n groaned. "I just wanna play."

"Me too!" Tubbo agreed.

"This is why you're my favorite, Tubbo."

"Yeah, let's get this shit over with," Schlatt sighed among all the agreeing to start. "If you're the imposter, you are canonically Bugsy Siegel."

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"TUBBO!" Y/n yelled as the defeat screen appeared. The boy laughed as he sputtered out a defense. "You and Ranboo?? My own sons?! How did you guys get away with that? I literally said from the beginning that it was Ranboo and NO ONE listened to me!!"

"Sorry, mother," Ranboo apologized before laughing.

"I don't trust women," Schaltt said.

"Schlatt, why would I target Ranboo or Tubbo if I didn't have solid evidence it was them? I'd blame someone like Sapnap if I was imposter, not my own sons."

Tubbo laughed loudly and George giggled.

"You can't be trusted, Bugsy!" Quackity yelled. "You lie every other goddamn round!"

"BECAUSE I KEEP GETTING IMPOSTER!" she defended as she raised out of her chair slightly. She had never been so angry than when playing Among Us. It was a dangerous game for her. Her covers were thrown off of her body, abandoned at her feet, and her hoodie sleeves were pushed up. Good thing she didn't use a facecam because she looked like she could murder someone right then. "I have no choice but to lie!!!"

A new game started and she relaxed at the sight of her being crewmate again. She had already been imposter three or four times and they had only played six rounds.

She headed straight for the reactor to do her first task, closing out to see Sapnap silently standing behind her.

"Ah!" she yelled, jumping slightly. "You scared me, dude. Why... why are you being so cryptic?" No answer. "Ssssssssap.....nap?" she asked softly, confused by his uncharacteristic silence.

George walked in and stopped. "Why are you guys just staring at each other?"

"I was doing my task and turned around and Sapnap was here and he hasn't said anything. Sap?"

Shuffling was heard from his mic before he started moving again. "Hey guys!" he chirped as if he hadn't been super creepy moments before. "I was AFK, Dream brought me Chick-fil-a."

"Oh," Y/n breathed. "You looked super sus for a minute there, bud."

"Nah, I just got food," he said, voice muffled by said food to confirm. "Dream! Come say hi to your girlfriend!"

Wasn't Sapnap one of the ones that literally just argued with the group that Bugsy and Dream weren't dating?

Without further explanation, Y/n could hear footsteps coming from Sapnap's mic before Dream's voice came through. "Hi, Bug. Hi, George."

Y/n laughed, glad he greeted George too. Maybe that's who Sapnap meant in the first place? Why did she assume they were talking about her? Ugh, everything was confusing when she had butterflies in her tummy at the mention of Dream's name.

"I'm his favorite girlfriend," George teased, circling around Y/n's character.

"Also his only girlfriend," she said.

"Oh also," Dream's voice appeared again. "Sapnap's imposter."

Y/n and George ran away screaming, heading straight for the emergency button.

**********

Later that night, stream over and Y/n tucked into bed, she scrolled through Twitter and laughed at a Tweet Dream had posted. It was like it was made for her. She ran through her camera roll and found her favorite memes that applied to the request.

She smiled widely and giggled at the butterflies in her stomach when moments later, she received a text from the boy himself. Looks like he wanted her number for more than just to make a cabin vacation group chat (which had yet to be made, she noted).

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Shinsou with a Sad/Depressed S/O

\\ Can you write for Shinso Hitoshi being with a sad reader? Maybe with cuddling and falling asleep together? (1/2) A/N: Hey, Anon. I actually wrote two things for this prompt, so you can expect the second one around this time next week. I apologize for being so inactive, and i'll do my best to write for y'all. Thank you so, so, so much for your patience.

CW/TW: Mentions of Depression

On first or second encounter, Shinsou may appear aloof, cold, or even hostile at times, but he's actually a very emotional person. He's got a big, bleeding heart, but years of bullying, unwarranted discrimination and hatered gave him a heart surrounded by walls of thorns. It's taken years of hard, painful work, but he's managed to take them down.

He's no stranger to sadness. Even after achieving his lifelong dreams and proving everyone wrong, there was still that numb hollowness. Victory tasted dull behind his teeth for years, until he found reasons to continue that weren't tied to his accomplishments. One of those reasons being you.

Speaking of past experiences, it could be said that Shinsou is intimate with sadness, regardless of causation, he's felt that weight day in and day out, and he knows all the lies it tells as it saps away your vitality. All this to say that he /gets it/. He truly understands your sadness, regardless of why you're sad,or how bad it is.

He's more than understanding when it comes to how this sadness impacts your life, and he makes absolutely sure to make it so you never feel alone. If you're home together, or sometimes even at work, he'll wrap you in a long, tight hug. Expect to be pulled aside if you're slogging away at endless paperwork, or on a lunch break. He'll carve out time in his incredibly busy schedule to make sure you feel seen and loved.

Your happiness is incredibly important to him, being that you're his S/O He'll meet you where you are in regards to your love languages, be it gifts or words of affirmations. He's constantly looking out for you, and practically lives with you in mind, so you can fully expect that he's leaping at any opportunity to bring even a ghost of a smile to your face.

Shinsou's love language is definitely touch. Even though your both trust each other 100%, past experiences aren't so easy to erase. He's an 'actions speak louder than words' type of person, having experienced just how useless lip service can be. Expect frequent hand-holding, long hugs or a chaste kiss or two. His favourite places to kiss are on your forehead or on your cheek.

Practically a mind-reader when it comes to your thoughts spiraling. He'll employ every tactic to redirect your mind from it's negative path. He'd have you sit down and practive healthy coping mechanisms with him, or subtly redirect a conversation away from a senstitive topic if it was starting to affect you, though he can be more direct.  Doomscrolling on social media? Too bad, you're watching  documentary on the world's smallest cat. If you give him permission, he's willing to mind control you to give you some respite from the litany of negative thoughts clouding your mind.

Knows exactly how effective proper therapy can be, and is the first one to recommend you see someone. If, for some reason you cannot or will not see one, he's taking what he learned back home to help you.

If there are chores to do, he'll do them with you. Not only do tasks go much faster with another person there, having him there with you keeps your mind at least partially occupied. The seemingly endless list of things to do doesn't feel so overwhelmin anymore, but the idle chat puts a halt to all the ruminating that would happen otherwise.

 If you're both home together, and you're lying somewhere, cataonic or in slug mode, he'll either come over or move you over to where he is. He's vv comfortable so more times than not, you're falling asleep. If your boss has you pulling ridiculous hours, he's pulling you away for 15-30 minutes to makes sure you're getting some shuteye by taking a nap with you. At least once a week, though, if at all possible, he makes sure that you're both in the same bed, wrapped around each other. It helps him too.

#shinsou #hotoshi #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso x reader #y/n #bnha x yn #mha x y/n #hotshii x y/n #shinsou x y'n #bnha headcannons #mha headcannons #cw depression #cw sadness #tw depression #bnha mental health #shinsou headcannons #hitoshi headcanons

[rainia]

Hot new debate topic just dropped Ladies: which dsmp member is the stinkiest? Wilbur “never showers” Soot, Techno “doesn’t wash his royal robe” blade, Dream “has been stuck in prison without water” Wastaken, Ranboo “can’t touch water” Beloved, Connor “wears a sweaty onesie” Eatspants, Sap “smells like gamer” nap,,,

#feel free to add on :))) #rain rambles #asdfghjknkkl #dream smp #dsmp

[wishingforatypewriter]

Another One

(More domestic fluff that no one asked for, featuring the Metal Clan and the baavira babies)

“Wei, that’s my child, not a power disc!” Baatar called after his brother launched their daughter several feet into the air, but the admonishment was drowned out by Avani’s peals of laughter.

“Uncle Wei, higher!” the five-year-old cheered, prompting Wei to augment the next throw with metalbending. He sent her flying high above the meteorite garden, nearly to the tip of the domes, and Kuvira could almost feel her husband’s blood pressure rising.

She rested a steadying hand on his arm. “Baatar, he’s not going to drop her,” she said, knowing that he was already well aware of the fact, and that it would do nothing to stop him from fretting over their rambunctious second born.

Kuvira, for her part, leaned against Baatar’s arm and allowed her eyes to fall closed, confident in Avani’s ability to bend the ground soft in the event of a crash landing. The girl’s penchant for heights and fights meant falling well had been one of her earliest lessons by necessity.

A faint smile graced her features as she traced the vibrations of their other two children through the estate—Priya twirling about on cables in the dance studio with Su, Tai in the library with Opal, parsing through tomes on Air Nomad history. It was a rare, precious thing, having a few hours go by without one or more of them running to her at top speed, bearing this or needing that. It was nice—not nice enough to make her consider moving back, as Su suggested each and every time they brought the kids to visit—but nice, nonetheless. She let out a little yawn, and nestled herself more snugly into Baatar’s bicep.

Her husband ran a hand up and down her back. “You’re getting too old for these all-nighters.”

Kuvira would have rolled her eyes if she had the will to open them. They had taken the express train to Zaofu overnight, and Kuvira spent the whole journey reading through proposed legislation she had to sign off on and slicing moonpeaches for the kids when they woke up wanting snacks. Little more than a decade ago, she’d stayed awake for days on end, leading tireless campaigns through mountains and deserts; now a mere night of paperwork sapped her very will to function.

“Mistakes were made,” she said, yawning again. Her brow furrowed as her seismic sense tracked their son to Opal’s bison in the hangar. “I think your sister just abducted Tai.”

“He’s been asking to see Toph for a while now,” he told her. “They’re probably going to get her from the swamp.”

Kuvira nodded absently, hoping the airbender had the foresight to bring along some mosquito-wasp repellent. “They should get Huan while they’re at it,” she said. “Pri almost burst into tears when your parents told her he wasn’t here.”

“We have to get up to Agna Qel’a when the art show opens.”

She made a quiet sound of agreement, trying to sort through the dates in her head, and then started to drift off again.

“Love, you’re exhausted,” Baatar said. “Just go inside and lie down.”

Kuvira grimaced at the thought of walking all the way back to the guest house on the other side of the estate. “Too much effort.”

“Do you want me to carry you?”

Kuvira made a low, derisive sound. “You haven’t lifted anything in years.”

“Lifting weights and lifting wives are two separate skill sets,” he said, and then picked her up like they were in their twenties again.

When Kuvira woke up from her nap, evening had fallen over Zaofu. By the time she made it down to the dining room, Toph had arrived and the whole family was engaged in a heated debate about the culinary value of slimy mushrooms that grew in the swamp. Her stomach gave a little flip at the topic of discussion, but she pushed through it, uttering a short word of greeting before finding her seat next to Baatar.

“Oh look, her imperial majesty emerges at long last,” Su said in a teasing lilt.

“Su, leave her alone,” Toph said. “You were just as bad when you were pregnant.”

Kuvira tensed for a moment as the room grew quiet, but calmed a bit when Baatar’s hand found hers under the table, his thumb running over her knuckles. They hadn’t planned on saying anything until she was further along.

“Pregnant?” The metal clan matriarch glanced from Kuvira to Toph and back again, and then closed her eyes to focus on the heartbeat of her fourth grandchild, smiling when she found it.

“Pay up, sis,” Wing said, and Opal grumbled as she drew a few yuan from the pocket of her Air Nation suit.

“That’s wonderful news,” Baatar Sr. chimed in. “Congratulations to you both.”

“I wish you’d have said something earlier,” Su told her. “I would have booked you a prenatal acupuncture session the minute you got in.”

Priya, who had found herself in possession of a circlet that matched her grandmother’s, bounced over to Kuvira's side at once. "Mommy, does this mean I get a little brother or sister to boss around?”

She smoothed a hand over the child’s hair, finding the contact grounding. “Sweetie, we’ll talk about it later.”

“Wait, really? No one else could tell?” Toph asked as she took stock of all their reactions. “You all really are a sorry lot of earthbenders.”

#baavira #kuvira #baatar jr #suyin beifong #toph beifong #wing and wei #to be revised and posted on ao3 at a later date

[kindiekritz]

Get Some Rest, Samurai...

Via Anon Ask; “because im also a sap for Johnny and V- How do you think Johnny would help V cope with a panic attack? Especially when its likely something he's feeling laggy echoes of himself if he's in her head during it? (hurt/comfort is a FAVE of mine and i have anxiety, can ya' tell?)”

B ro,, don’t worry anon bc same here, we are anxiety homies together 👏😔 - This is my first time writing for Johnny Silverhand! Trying to get back on the writing boat, (haven't forgotten my previous fic!) and there's nothing like simping for video game characters to get that inspiration flowing. Do let me know what you think! Johnny may be a bit too OOC in this, I may have gone a little bit overboard with the soft? Ah well, I hope someone will enjoy it regardless :P

Here is the Ao3 Link! :D

V’s time was running out. 

Every time the relic in their head would malfunction, every time they went into a coughing fit and the disgusting taste of metallic blood would fill their mouth, every time he would manifest himself in her head and V would catch a glimpse of his stupid fucking face…

V was reminded of the fact that their time was running out, and fast.

And despite the fact that they were doing everything in their power to stop the construct in her mind from completely destroying her from the inside out, that didn’t stop the fact that she still had to pay the rent. 

In fact, it wasn’t cheap coughing up the eddies to pay Rouge for her services, or having to pay for bigger and better gear that would keep her alive when dealing with Arasaka guards, hell, it wasn’t cheap to keep purchasing more and more bottles of Omega Blockers, the pills were the only thing that kept him from completely taking control. 

She found herself taking more and more gigs, trying to simply keep up with the extra costs of having a completely second personality living rent-free in her mind. But even then… she couldn’t find it in herself to reject or turn away people who needed her help, even if they had little to nothing to offer in return. 

It seemed as if her phone was constantly buzzing with calls and texts of people who wanted and needed her help. No matter where she went or what she did, people needed her services, people needed her time.

And yet, time was something that she had very little left of.

V was exhausted. The bags under her eyes revealed that she hadn’t slept in days, and she couldn’t remember when she last had a proper meal.

She was always on the go, she didn’t have time to take care of herself.

But as she groggily opened the door to her apartment, she thought to herself that… maybe, just maybe… she would finally let herself take a nice, long warm shower.

V was too exhausted to care about the possibility of Johnny potentially staring at her nude form as she stood under the running water. Hell, let him stare for all she cared! The thought of warm water running over her exhausted muscles, washing away the dirt and grime of the city… it was too appealing at that moment. 

She removed her weapon slung across her back, letting her beloved leather Samurai jacket slip off her shoulders and onto the ground, too exhausted to care about putting it away properly. 

The weight of the gun in her hands was normally a welcome and grounding presence for V when she was on a mission, the weapon in her hands keeping her safe from those who wished to do her harm. But now? It felt too heavy, unbearably so, as if the weight would make her topple over onto the floor below. The muscles in her arms were exhausted and spent. As she rotated her shoulder she heard the joints audibly pop. The consequences of pushing her body too far.

She would do anything for the physical ache to go away. 

As she stepped through the door to her armory and switched on the fluorescent lights of the room, her gaze fell upon someone already there, casually lounging atop her workbench and raising a cigarette to his mouth, pausing to speak before inhaling a deep puff of smoke.

“Damn V. You look like shit.”

She rolled her eyes at his comment, and made her way to her weapon locker instead, trying to ignore the weight of his gaze on the nape of her neck.

V fiddled with the combination, her foggy mind struggling to remember the correct numbers and the correct order, her fingers felt clumsy and uncoordinated as she inputs each digit. V cursed herself for making it so damn difficult, but eventually, she finally managed to swing the metal door open, proceeding to put her gun away amongst her collection of stored weapons. 

Johnny hopped off of the workbench, stepping towards V as she organized her storage, resting his metal arm against the locker, using his height to his advantage as he towered over her and confronted her. “No, seriously V, you look like shit. When was the last time you slept?”

“Fuck— Johnny, I dunno… A few days I guess?” V slammed the door of the locker using more force than necessary, Johnny already starting to get on her nerves, the last thing she needed was Johnny Fucking Silverhand following her around like a worried mother hen. V pouted and huffed, blowing away a stubborn strand of hair that had fallen across her face, then turning to meet his gaze, hidden behind wine-colored lenses, and asked, “Why do you care anyway?”

“You’ve been on edge all day, I can feel it. You’re like a string that’s been strung too strongly. I feel like you’re ready to snap at any fuckn’ moment, V.” 

She could feel his stare on her body and the tension in the room was beginning to suffocate her. He was poking at a sensitive topic for her, and he knew it. 

V stuttered, trying to find the right words to say as she couldn't bring herself to look at him in the eye anymore, instead choosing to halfheartedly push him aside and walk away, “Johnny… I’m fine. Really. I just— I just need a shower and a nap, that’s all.”

As V stepped out of the room, the weight on her chest seemed to grow heavier with each step. 

She wanted to crumble, she wanted to cry. 

She just wanted to wrap up herself in a bundle of blankets and cry into an order of takeout. One of those ugly cries that made snot dribble from your nose and your cheeks flushed and red.

She wanted— no, V needed to let everything out.

But… she couldn’t. She didn’t have the time for it, she needed to get back to work soon. Here were people that needed her help and there were eddies to be made. She would let herself rest when she’d gotten that damned biochip out of her head.

It was at that moment when V’s phone began to ring, the sound interrupting her thoughts and causing her to pause in her step.

Almost as if on reflex, she quickly reached into her pocket and withdrew the device, not even bothering to check the caller ID before answering, “V speaking, what do you want?”

“V, it’s Regina. I’ve got another report of a cyberpsycho attack…”

V stopped listening to the voice on her phone, too distracted by the crushing pressure on her chest and the fact that she had begun to tremble and shake like a leaf.

All she had wanted was a hot shower and a night in, was that too much to ask?

After weeks of dodging blades and bullets, running meaningless errands and tasks for just a few eddies in return, spending sleepless nights that left dark circles under her eyes, and going days on end without even seeing her fucking apartment, all she wanted was a night in.

Was that too much to fucking ask?

She could faintly register Johnny’s voice coming from behind her, an uncharacteristically concerned tone in his voice as he asked, “...V? What’s wrong?”

The pressure in her chest grew heavier by the second, her breaths becoming strained and labored as the increasing fear and dread overwhelmed her body. She gripped her phone tightly in her hand, glaring at the device with tears prickling the corners of her eyes.

“V? Are you listening? I said that there’s another report of a cyberpsycho near your current position, are you still—“

With a press of a button, she hung up the phone.

Johnny watched V, her form trembling and shoulders tensed.

In all of their weeks stuck together, he’d never seen his little merc look so small. A real juxtaposition when compared to her usual self; a real fucking hardass, she was the only other person Johnny had ever met that was just as bullheaded and stubborn as himself. 

As much as he teased her about it, Johnny knew one thing for certain. V was strong, V was determined. A damned force of nature and he pitied the bastards that stood in her way.

But despite the cybernetics in her body and the chip in her mind… V was human. V had her limits.

The facade she’d built up for herself couldn’t last forever, and Johnny knew it. He’d sensed the cracks in her resolve grow larger and larger with each sleepless night and after every exhausting gig.

But for a brief second, a thought crossed Johnny’s mind; 

V was fractured… V was broken… V was weak.

And with that thought, V finally snapped.

“I AM NOT FUCKING WEAK!”

V cried out, lobbing her phone at him. It phased right through him, instead hitting against the wall, shattering the screen, and sending the device flying into some unknown corner of the room. 

She froze, her eyes widening in shock, almost as if she couldn’t believe what she had done. The realization slowly setting in after the result of her outburst.

V’s vision blurred as tears welled in the corners of her eyes, she slowly fell to the cold floor, cradling her knees up to her chest and muffling her sobs in her arms.

Johnny watched as she sat in the middle of the room and sobbed. 

She didn’t let herself cry when Jackie had died, she didn’t let herself cry when Vic told her that she was practically dying. V didn’t cry as she carried Evalyn’s bloodied body, and V didn’t cry late at night when she was alone, and her chest felt tight and her throat choked up.

He knew it was coming, he could feel V’s emotions as they bubbled up and reached their boiling point. 

But what truly surprised him, was just how much it hurt him to see his little merc cry.

“Shit— V…” he nervously swallowed his throat, but try as he might, for once in his goddamn existence, he couldn’t find the right words to say.

Johnny didn’t like the way he felt. 

Johnny didn’t like the way she made him feel at that moment.

He didn’t like the way his chest tightened at the sound of each of her sobs. The way he felt so restless as he could only watch her curl onto herself for comfort. He couldn’t stop himself from pacing back and forth across the room, unsure if it was her anxiety or his that was setting him off. 

Johnny could almost feel V’s heart racing in her chest, the adrenaline flooding her veins, adrenaline meant to stimulate a fight or flight reaction. But when the pain and panic swelled from within her own chest, there was nowhere V could run, nobody she could physically fight.

All she could do was sob into her knees, desperately trying to hide her sobs and cries from him, but her own cries easily overpowered her. 

And because of him, she didn’t even feel like she had the ability to freely have a goddamn mental breakdown in her own apartment, even as she choked and sobbed, she tried to grasp onto the shattered remains of her facade. Was it for her sake, or for his?

At that point… neither of them knew.

V couldn’t stop her body from trembling. She tightly gripped onto herself until her knuckles turned white. But V didn’t notice. It didn’t even register in her mind.

She didn’t register the hot tears as they streamed down her face, the shuddering cries that caused her lip to quiver with each breath. She couldn’t recognize that no matter how hard she tried, her frantic breaths caused her lungs to feel as if they were on fire, incapable of delivering oxygen to her body.

V’s mind didn’t even register the fact that Johnny had stopped pacing back and forth.

Her mind cursed at her to get her shit together. V needed to wipe away those tears and she needed to get back on the streets. A moment of weakness could’ve gotten her killed in her past, and now was no different. 

But… the thought of standing up and leaving her apartment caused another fresh wave of sobs to rattle her body.

She was tired… she was so goddamn exhausted… 

“V…”

All she wanted was a night in. Was that too much to ask? After all of her hard work and effort, hadn’t she earned it?

“V, listen to me.”

Clearly, she hadn’t done enough if people were still calling, still demanding her presence. Clearly she—

V felt something warm touch her cheek.

Someone was there. 

Although her mind had stopped temporarily spiraling, she felt the wet salty tears dripping down her face, her vision was still blurry, and her cheeks were incredibly flushed. She must’ve looked… pathetic she thought. But regardless, she allowed herself to look up at the person who had reached out to her.

The cold of his metal rings juxtaposed the warmth of his hand, and as her eyes trailed up towards his arms, she caught sight of his familiar tattoos, but also an unfamiliar detail as she reached his face.

Instead of seeing her reflection in the lenses of his glasses, she was surprised to see his eyes staring into hers. Gone was any trace of malice or cruelty, instead his brown eyes reflected nothing but concern… an emotion she’d never expected to see from him.

Johnny. 

As her tearful eyes met his, he could’ve almost sworn that he felt his engram heart stop beating for a second. The tears rolling down her cheeks, the way her lip trembled with each breath. He didn’t know why the sight of V feeling so upset affected him so, he blamed her emotions, her hormones, whatever came into his mind. He hated the way she made him feel, he hated that she had this much power over him. 

But most of all, he hated the fact that he felt so powerless to stop it.

He would’ve gladly taken V cussing him out, he would’ve taken V nagging at him and complaining about the smell as he smoked in her apartment. He would’ve even happily taken V as she sang along to the car radio, something she’d originally done to get onto his nerves, but now it has become a sound he’s grown… to tolerate. Even sometimes… appreciate it. 

He wasn’t the type to comfort people like this, he was the type to leave as soon as emotions came into play, the countless amount of hearts that he’d broken in the past were evidence enough. Fuck, he didn’t know how to deal with his own goddamn emotions, blowing up Arasaka tower as revenge to deal with his grief, that’s what got him into this mess.

But as he wiped away a tear from her soft cheek with his calloused thumb… he wasn’t going to just sit there and let his little merc cry.

“V. You’ve done more than enough for this city than it deserves. You’re always running back and forth, trying to make this shithole a better place… all while trying to keep yourself alive.” He wanted to tell her that this damned city didn’t deserve her generosity, it didn’t deserve her hard work, fuck, this city didn’t deserve her.  

He didn’t deserve her.

And she didn’t deserve what he was doing to her.

“You keep spreading yourself too thin, you keep wanting to do shit for others, you keep wanting to help. But then you add the cherry on top — the fact that there’s a chip in your head slowly killin’ ya… You’ve got enough on your plate. You’ve earned a few nights of rest.”

V sniffled and tried to wipe away tears, her voice wavering as she spoke, “I-If I don’t keep goin’ if I don’t keep looking for a solution— I’m gonna die. Johnny, I don’t want to die—“

“V, you’re gonna end up dead long before the chip has an opportunity to kill you if you keep pushing yourself like this… You need to get some rest.”

He was right. As much as she fucking hated it… he was right.

She felt his metal hand cup her other cheek, the cool metal refreshing against the flushed skin, wiping away tears as he continued to speak.

“You’ve proven yourself enough to this city. You’ve proven yourself enough to me. But running yourself to the bone is not worth it in order to prove it to yourself. And you’re not alone V… as much as they get on my fuckn’ nerves, you’ve got chooms lookin’ out for ya, even if one of them is a fuckn’ cop—“

Through tears, V chuckled and playfully chided him, “Johnny…”

There it was… that little chuckle of hers that he was looking for. He wouldn’t admit it to others, he wouldn’t even admit it to himself, but V’s laughter never failed to make him feel something funny in his chest… it wasn’t like the high of drugs or liquor, but it felt just as addictive. It wasn’t like the adrenaline rush of a firefight or the rush during a show, but it made him feel just as excited and lightheaded.

He cleared his throat, trying to get his mind off of that feeling, and spoke, “Listen… all I’m saying… is that you’re not alone V. And although I don’t have much of a choice, whenever you need me…” he playfully smiled as his eyes met hers, “I’m always here for ya V.”

And that’s all it took.

In one moment to another, V wrapped her arms around his waist, knocking him on his ass from his previous kneeling position, and burying her head against his chest.

Despite sharing a head and body, somehow, someway, V always found a way to surprise him.

He groaned, the deep rumbles from his chest as he spoke making V settle in closer, anchoring herself to his presence.

“Fuck, V, a little warning next time would be nice.”

But even as he whined… he wasn’t complaining. Not when her sobs were beginning to fade, and she was instead chuckling at his expense in his arms. 

He ignored that funny feeling in his chest as his organic arm wraps itself against her body, his calloused hand rubbing circles against the small of her back, feeling her trembling begin to slow under his soft touch. Over time, her breathing began to even, and soon enough she was taking deep breaths as she recovered. 

Without even consciously doing so, Johnny’s metal hand found itself entwined with the strands of her hair, softly caressing as V’s eyes began to droop, and exhaustion began to overtake her body.

“V… it’s time for you to go to bed.”

“I’m fine Johnny, I’m—“ a yawn interrupted her mid-sentence, “I’m not even tired.”

“And I’m not buying it.” He chuckled as his arm wrapped around her midsection.

“W-wait Johnny what are you— Johnny!” In an instant, V was thrown over his shoulder as he stood from the ground, and she gripped onto him in order to avoid falling to the floor.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m taking you to bed.” He chuckled as he felt her hand playfully slap against his shoulder.

“Fucking hell Johnny, a warning would be nice!” He could almost imagine her expression as he walked across the apartment, the way she would pout in exasperation.

“Just repaying the favor, that’s all.” He smirked as he reached her bed. Slowly setting her down from his shoulder onto the mattress below. 

“There. It’s time that you allowed yourself to get some rest, and not that weird shit you do where you sleep across the bed huddled in a little ball, but some actual sleep, under the covers and all.” 

“Fine, fine…” V slipped into a pair of nightclothes as Johnny had the decency to look away, and then slipped under the blankets, making herself comfortable. But before she drifted off to sleep, she called out, “Johnny?”

“... yeah?”

“I just— I just wanted to say thanks. Y’know, for tonight and all.”

“‘Course…” he stepped towards the bed once more as he spoke, “I mean, if I’m the one telling you that you need some rest, you probably fucked up somewhere along the way.”

“That’s true… judging from your memories, you’re terrible at following your own advice, Johnny.” She smiled at him, uncertain if the lack of sleep had made her delirious or if perhaps she was feeling particularly honest that night, but she spoke, “Y’know, if fucking up this badly was the catalyst for us to meet… I would do it all over again.”

He smiled sadly in return, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his cold metal hand brushing her cheek as he did so. An action to acknowledge the words between them were best left unspoken and unsaid— at least, for now.

“...Goodnight V.” He tore his gaze from her as he turned to walk away.

“Wait— Johnny!”

She grasped his metallic hand before he had the opportunity to pull away.

“... stay with me? Just for tonight?”

With her eyes looking up at him, her smaller hand clinging onto his, causing his breath to hitch and his heart to race—

How could he say no?

“Fine, but just for tonight. I can’t have you thinkin’ I’m goin’ soft or something.”

Johnny slipped under the covers, and without even needing to be asked, he wrapped his arms around V, and she rested her head against his chest in return.

“Get some rest, samurai… the city will still be there waiting for us when you awake.”

-

Thank ya kindly for reading! I'm always down for some constructive criticism and I love to read any lovely comments about my fics. Do let me know if there are any mistakes, I don't have a beta reader for Cyberpunk just yet, so a few mistakes may have gotten away from me!

And feel free to send in asks/requests! I'm so in love with Johnny and V and I can spend hours thinking and talking about them aaaaa

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[youreacowgirllikeme]

Time Will Tell: Part Three

note: this is for @peppermintschnappss , who requested a part three (read part ONE and TWO here) so here we go, enjoy :)

words: 3k

warnings: swearing, smut

“The jury finds the defendant not guilty of the accused charges.“

Hearing the verdict felt like the biggest weight had just dropped off your shoulders, you were so relieved that you could barely make out the judge dismissing the court over the sound of your pulse hammering in your ears.

You had just won your first case for your new employer, it had been the first client you had dealt with all on your own, a case of alleged tax fraud, and you had nailed it.

With a big smile on your face, you quickly congratulated your client and, after a short talk with the prosecutor, made your way out of the courtroom, a spring in your step.

Just before you reached the door, the sound of a familiar voice behind you made you stop in your tracks.

“You did it, champ.”

Turning around, you came face to face with your colleague, but more importantly, boyfriend, Chris.

You were surprised to see him, and immediately threw your hands around his neck to kiss him, not caring about the fact that you were technically still in the court room.

“Chris, what are you doing here? Did you watch the trial?” You asked after breaking the kiss.

“Of course I did. It was your first one for the firm, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Actually, I’m here to pick you up. We’re celebrating.”

+++

“You did this all by yourself?”

You took in the living room of Chris apartment with wide eyes. He had put up a beautiful dinner table, and there was a delicious smell coming from the kitchen.

“You’re such a sap.” You said, a bit choked up. „Thank you so much, baby. “

“Only for you, superstar.” Chris replied, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body to his. He was warm and solid, and when his hands wandered down to squeeze your ass, dinner wasn’t your top priority anymore.

"Do you think we can maybe re-heat the food later?” You gasped against Chris lips, pulling his shirt out of his trousers to run your hands over his abs.

“Fuck, yes.” he murmured, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the bedroom.

+++

“Oooh here she comes, trying for the outside jump.” Chris exclaimed, before bursting out laughing as you totally missed the hoop.

“Sweetheart, I‘m so sorry, but that was pathetic.”

You flipped him the bird, running to collect the ball and throwing it at Chris with all the force you could manage. He effortlessly caught it and shot it through the hoop like it was nothing.

“Show-off.” you murmured, sitting down on the bench on the side of the basketball court. You were done, Chris had tried to teach you his favorite game for hours now, but you didn’t manage to make any progress. You just weren’t cut out for ball sports.

“Don’t beat yourself up, baby. It took me forever when I first started playing.” Chris said, slumping down next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull your close.

“Stop it, im gross and sweaty.” You giggled, trying to push him away, but he just laughed and pressed a kiss to your head. His laugh was your favorite sound in the world, so you stopped wriggling and leaned against his shoulder.

“Who taught you to play like that anyway?” you asked, looking up and noticing a far away look on Chris‘ face.

“My dad did.” He said, his voice oddly quiet now. “It was our favorite activity when I was a teenager.” He paused for a moment, and you decided to wait and let him speak. “For a long time, it basically was our only one. You know, with him being governor and everything, he wasn’t around a lot, or had any free time.”

“I’m sorry, Chris.” you whispered.

“It’s alright.” He dismissed you, still sounding a bit strained. “My big brother stepped up for a lot of stuff, you know. Homework, making sure I didn’t get in trouble, he even helped me with my college applications and everything. He’s an ass most off the time, but I still love him, and I’m grateful for everything he has done for me.” He chuckled. “But he can’t play basketball for shit.”

“Sounds like he and I have something in common then.” You noted, trying not to sound awkward. The topic of Chris’ family was still foreign terrain, you hadn’t met them yet, and had decided to give Chris space and wait for him to bring it up himself. You were also slightly nervous, because there was no way Chris hadn’t told them about you, his college nemesis.

Deciding to change the topic and cheer your boyfriend up, you picked up the ball again.

“Do you still have enough energy for another round, Cuomo?” You asked smugly. “If you’d rather go home and take a nap, just say so, would be totally fine.”

Chris laughed, and snatched the ball right out of your hands with ease. You were happy to see him lighten up.

“Please, as if playing against you would require any energy.”

+++

The topic of Chris childhood didn’t come up for another few weeks, you had noticed that he avoided talking about it and were wise enough not to pressure him.

Everything was going fine until Chris lost a big case for a very high-end client. The man had clearly been guilty, and not even your boyfriend had been able to get him out, despite his talent as an attorney.

It was the talk off the whole firm the next day, Chris hadn’t lost a case in ages, and never such an important one. He had been on edge ever since the trial, but it was what happened in the morning meeting that made him snap.

The reason was Smith, another associate and Chris’ number one opponent for the spot of the next junior partner of the firm. You hated the guy, he was vile and clearly only in it for the money. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and started to attack Chris during the morning meeting.

“Great job you did yesterday, Cuomo.” he snarled, his voice sounding through the whole conference room. “I wonder how many clients your incompetence will cost us. People are already talking.”

You could feel Chris going rigid beside you and carefully put your hand on his back in an attempt to calm him.

“Don’t let him get to you.” You whispered “He wants to rile you up.”

When the man continued to speak, you could see Chris’ jaw going tense, which was never a good sign.

“Seriously, boss, Cuomo is a basket case, how is he still working for us after that fuck-up? Oh, wait, I know it, I’m sure daddy pulled some strings for his little boy.”

You couldn’t prevent what was happening next. Chris surged forward with a angry growl, already taking a swing at the guy.

“Shut your fucking mouth!” he hissed, backing Smith up against a wall. He was considerably larger, and the fearful expression on the guys face paired with Chris raised fist made chaos break loose as multiple people were trying to get him away from the smaller man.

“Gentlemen, stop this!” your boss thundered over the agitated voices of your fellow coworkers “Smith, see me right away. I won’t tolerate this kind of behavior. Cuomo, take a walk and then get to work. Come to my office after you’re done tonight.”

Chris gave Smith another deadly stare before storming out of the room. You shot your boss an anxious glance, but he just nodded, signalling you to go after Chris.

You hastily followed your boyfriend, only to see him disappear into his office at the end of the hallway. Carefully, you approached the closed door and entered without knocking.

Chris was slumped in his chair, face buried in his hands. Seeing him like this made you want to go back and punch Smith in his stupid face.

“Hey.” you whispered, gently reaching out to put your hand on Chris shoulder.

He raised his head, and the look of fury and sadness in his eyes almost broke your heart.

"Fuck, I should not have lost control like this back in there.” he said “But this guy has been testing me for so long now, always with the same bullshit.”

He got up from his chair and started pacing around the small room.

“You know how often I’ve heard this crap before, Y/N? That I’m just where I am because of my family name? That my father paved the way for everything I’ve ever succeeded in?”

You swallowed, a churning feeling in your stomach. You knew exactly what he was talking about, because for years you’ve been one of the main people saying just that. You wanted to speak, but Chris interrupted you.

“Those people out there, they know nothing about me. They don’t know how it was to have a father who was absent all the time, to be constantly teased in school. To be ripped out of the life you knew to move to fucking Albany, this stupid one horse town where everyone knew your name, and go to this school full of pricks who all made fun of me and bullied me because of my family. I never asked to be in the fucking spotlight.”

By now, Chris was almost screaming, and there was a kind of emotion in his voice you’ve never heard before, he sounded desperate and sad in a way that made tears well up in your eyes.

“Still, I worked my ass off in that stupid school, and I got into Yale. Only for people to say the exact same shit about me again, and this drags through my whole life, Y/N. I can never get rid of this, I avoided politics and tried to do my own thing here, but everything I’ll ever be to people is the son of the fucking governor, who in their eyes, never worked a day in his life.”

You were frozen to your spot, just watching Chris through a veil of tears. Guilt and dread were clawing in your stomach, it had never occurred to you that all the things you said in the past had not only been far from the thruth, but had also hurt Chris so profoundly. He had always seemed so cool and unfazed during your arguments.

“Chris.” You began. “You’re more to me. You’re a brilliant attorney, the boss has talked about how great you are at the job the second I arrived here and hasn’t stopped since. Smith is jealous because he knows he’ll never reach your level, not as a lawyer and much less as a person. You are kind, and the most intelligent and dedicated man I know. You’re everything I always thought you weren‘t, and that I am one of the people who hurt you this way makes me sick. I cant even begin to tell you how sorry I am for being so shallow.”

You were crying now, tears rolling down your face. Chris looked devastated, hurrying to you to pull you into a tight embrace.

“I’ve forgiven you a long time ago, baby. You’ve been my rock ever since we’ve met again, and that makes up for every silly row we had in college.” He pressed a kiss to your hair, and you sighted, nuzzling your face into his chest, your tears soaking into his dress shirt.

“You probably have to change this.” You whispered, tugging on a wet patch on the fabric.

“I have a spare one in here, don’t worry.” Chris replied, taking your face into his hands to kiss you deeply. “We’re not the people we used to be, Y/N. Don’t beat yourself up, and I’ll try to do the same, promise.”

+++

Soon afterwards, you had to leave to meet up with a client for your current case. You had been running around the whole day without a break, and without hearing anything from Chris.

It was almost eight by now, and you were starting to get worried. Pacing your living room, you were anxiously waiting for Chris to arrive. He had told you to not wait up at the firm but promised to come to your apartment as soon as his talk with the boss was over.

The sign of the bell made you spin around and run to your door, yanking it open. Chris was standing outside your apartment, and the big smile on his face erased your anxiety in a heartbeat.

“You’re looking at a freshly promoted junior partner, sweetheart.” He grinned, and whatever he wanted to say next was interrupted by you throwing yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck with a squeal.

“Oh my god, baby, congratulations.” You exclaimed, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Tell me everything!”

Chris followed you into your flat, discarding his suit jacket and letting himself fall onto your couch.

“I still haven’t fully realized what happened.” He began. “I was sure the boss would kick my ass for the way I behaved this morning, maybe even suspend me for a while. But he just told me off really quickly, and then he started talking about how that case I lost was impossible to win anyway, and how good my work has been for the past years. And then he offered me the junior partner position, just like that. I accepted of course.”

He smiled, and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I can’t wait to rub that into Smiths stupid face. One of the paralegals told me he got a big ass whooping by the boss after the meeting this morning.”

"Serves him right, that little asshole.” You replied, before leaning over to kiss Chris again. “I’m so proud of you, you deserve this like no one else. Now that I think about it, how does champagne sound?”

“Wow, so were going to be fancy tonight?” Chris chuckled.

“If you becoming a junior partner doesn’t call for champagne, what does?” you responded, getting up to fetch the drinks from the kitchen.

You handed Chris a glass and clinked your own against his. “To you, Mr. Big Shot lawyer.”

The champagne sent a pleasant, fuzzy feeling through your stomach, and you let your eyes fall on your boyfriend, taking in how good he was looking in the warm light of the room.

“You know, I always had a thing for attorneys.” You murmured, setting down your glass to put your hands on Chris chest.

Chris laughed, and set his glass aside as well, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Is that so, huh? Well today is your lucky day then, I just got promoted and I’m in the mood to celebrate.”

His hot breath sent a shiver down your spine, and you tilted your head, exposing your neck to Chris, who instantly started kissing and sucking the smooth skin. You moaned softly and started to unbutton Chris shirt with shaking fingers.

“Bedroom?” he asked, and you nodded enthusiastically, taking his hand to pull him to the other room. Both of you quickly shed your clothes before you dropped to your knees in front of Chris, closing your lips around his already hard cock.

“Jesus, Y/N.” he murmured, stroking your hair as you fully took him into your mouth. “So perfect, baby.”

You wrapped you hand around the base of his length, stroking him while moving your head up and down. Suddenly, Chris hand grabbed your hair and softly pushed you away.

“If you keep it up like that, this will be over soon, and I’m not done with you, sweetheart. Get on the bed, baby.”

You quickly complied, laying down on the duvet and looking up at Chris expectantly.

He climbed on top of you and started stroking your inner thighs with his fingers, softly nudging your legs apart.

“I bet youre already wet for me, baby.” He murmured, voice smooth and dark as his fingers dipped between your legs. “I knew it.”

“Chris.” You whined at the feeling of his fingers brushing over your clit. “Fuck me, please.”

“Patience, baby.” Chris replied and continued to tease you, softly circling your bud with increasing pressure until you were sobbing, legs shaking as you fell apart under his touch.

While you were still riding out your climax, Chris slid between your legs and pushed into you. You cried out as he started to move, you were still so sensitive that you could feel yourself already approaching the next orgasm.

“Shit, baby, you’re tight, I’m not gonna last.” Chris grunted, his thrusts were already getting more erratic.

“Let go, baby.” You whispered, your voice breaking as you reached your peak again, pulling Chris with you this time.

+++

Afterwards, you laid next to each other, Chris arm loosely slung around you as you played with a lock of his hair. His blue eyes found yours, and you had to smile, your heart fluttering when he smiled back at you.

“It’s funny.” Chris suddenly said, “So many things happened today, but the only thing I care about right now is that you’re here with me.”

He propped himself up on his elbow to properly look at you.

“I would’ve never thought that this” he gestured between the two of you “could happen.”

“Not in a thousand years.” You agreed, laughing softly.

Chris face got serious, and he reached out to softly stroke your cheek.

“If you want, I’d like to introduce you to my family this weekend, Y/N. You know that I’m a private person and talking about emotions isn’t exactly my strong suit. But you make me really happy, and I want everyone to know.”

“I’d love to meet them.” You whispered, and the smile that took over Chris face made you forget your nervousness.

Everything would be fine.

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[eastofthemoon]

Cat-astrophe

Cat-astrophe

Rating: G

Series: My Next Life as a Villainess

Summary:  Maria never knew that the hardest part to breaking a curse was convincing the victim to letting the curse be broken.

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Maria was worried. It wasn’t often that Anne herself would request everyone’s presence, and it often wasn’t for a joyous occasion when she did. The last time was for Anne’s hope that as a group they might be able to convince Katarina that no, she can’t wear her eggplant outfit to class.

The group stood silently outside Katarina’s room, until Anne quietly opened the door.

“I am glad you are all here,” she said.

Geordo frowned as he stepped forward. “Is Katarina alright?”

“She isn’t ill,” Anne replied and sighed as she stepped aside. “However, it is best if you see it for yourself.”

Maria frowned as they entered and was the last one in the room before Anne shut the door behind them. She glanced around puzzled.

There was no sight of Lady Katarina anywhere. Everything was in place as it should be...except for the cat sitting on the bed.

Maria tilted her head confused. The cat was brown, with white patches on it’s face and tummy, and wore a bright sparkly blue collar around it’s neck.

Had Katarina taken in a pet? Was that why Anne had summoned them?

Although, I don’t think the school has any policies against owning a pet, Maria thought.

“When on Earth did she get a cat?,” Keith muttered. “Mother banned her owning a pet ever since the badger incident.”

“Bager?” Maria muttered.

“Still better than the pet snake,” Geordo grumbled.

There was a snake? Maria thought, but her questions were left unanswered as Sophia approached the cat.

“Ooh, what a cute kitty!” Sophia cooed as she held out a hand for the cat to sniff.

The cat tilted her head and rubbed her face with her paw. “Aw, you’re making me blush!”

Everyone yelped as they jumped back.

“D-did that cat just talk?!” Alan stammered.

“I..I believe so,” Nicol replied.

The cat laughed as she shook her front right paw. “Aw, come on, Prince Alan it’s not that alarming is it?”

Maria blinked. Wait. She recognized that voice, and that far too relaxed and easygoing smile….Oh no!

“Lady Katerina!” shouted Maria and the other girls, plus Nicol, who likely just reached the same conclusion she did.

The cat gave a nervous laugh as her tail twitched. “Yeah...it’s me.”

Keith’s jaw dropped as he staggered forward with his hands shaking. “How..did this happen?”

“It’s a funny story actually,” Katarina replied as she held her paws up. “Father sent me this new necklace he thought would look nice on me.” She gestured to the blue gem collar around her neck.”

“We didn’t realize it was a cursed necklace until after she put it on,” Anne said with a deep sigh.

Keith groaned as he buried his face in his hand. “Mother and I keep telling him not to just buy things on a whim,” he grumbled.

“To get back to the topic at hand,” Nicol said as he stepped forward. “This necklace turned you into a cat?”

“Correct,” Anne replied with a nod as she walked over and pointed to it. “And before you asked, we are unable to remove it. The clasp vanished when she transformed. I attempted to cut it off, but it merely broke the knife instead.

Katrina gave a sigh. “It was my best knife for cutting weeds too.”

“Oh my poor Katarina,” Mary wailed as she knelt before her. “Don’t you worry! I’ll get you a brand new knife soon.”

Maria sighed. “I don’t think that’s the biggest concern right now.”

“There has to be a way to break this curse,” Sophia muttered. “I know in one of my books, they had to create a blood seal to-”

Nicol gently touched her shoulder. “I don’t believe we need to go that far.”

“Yes,” Geordo said with a smirk as he stepped forward. “Especially since the way for breaking it is fairly obvious.”

Alan glanced at him with a frown. “What do you mean?”

“If I’m not mistaken this kind of situation is common in fairy tales in which all is required is a true love’s kiss to break the curse.” Geordo began to step forward. “Therefore all I have to do is kiss Katerina and she should be restored-”

He was promptly blocked by Keith’s arm and scowl. “I don’t believe it would be appropriate to go on a mere whim, Prince Geordo.”

Geordo forced a smile. “Don’t forgive me, but seeing as I am her fiancee, I do believe it is only fitting.”

Maria massaged her forehead. Is this really the time for arguments?

“I agree with Keith, we shouldn’t just jump to conclusions,” Mary said with her hands on her hips.

Maria sighed. Thank goodness someone has sense-

“Besides, for all we know it’s the love of a true friend, and as Lady Katarina’s BEST FRIEND, I should attempt at kissing her first!”

Maria pinched the bridge of her nose. So much for sense.

“Aw, guys,” Katarina said as she pawed at her ear, “it’s so sweet for all of you to offer-”

“But it’s not needed,” Anne finished sternly while shooting Katarina a glare. “I have discovered how to break the curse.”

Nicol frowned. “You did?”

Anne nodded. “All Lady Katarina has to do is poor water over herself.”

Alan tilted his head. “That’s it? That’s a rather simple solution.”

Maria agreed as her eyes narrowed. Anne wasn’t a person to waste people’s time. If breaking the curse was that easy, then why had she called for everyone to come?

“It is,” Anne said with a sigh. “However, it requires for the ‘victim’ to wish to be restored to being a human.” Her gaze locked upon Katarina’s. “And I have poured water over Lady Katarina THREE TIMES.”

Suddenly all eyes were locked on the small brown cat

Katarina choked as she tried to turn her head away as if she spotted a fastincing fly on the wall.

“Sister,” Keith said in his stern voice.

“Well….,” Katarina said as she meekly turned her head back. “Would it be so bad if I stayed as a cat?” She rolled on her back as she flexed her paws. “I mean, I can nap all day, and I don’t have to worry about school.” She sat back up. “Not to mention I don’t have to worry about my doom flags in this state.”

“You’re saying odd things again,” Maria mumbled.

Keith’s eyes twitched as he stomped forward and scooped up Katarina. “Sister, you can not spend the rest of your life as a cat!”

“Although, it does sound kind of nice,” Alan muttered softly.

“Don’t encourage her,” Geordo spat.

“But I could be really useful,” Katarina continued as she wiggled free and suddenly jumped back to the table. “I can reach things off of high shelves!”

She waved a paw at Sophia's direction. “Just imagine how easy it would be to read books together if I was sitting in your lap.”

Sophia blushed. “In...my lap…” She blushed and smiled. “That...does sound nice!”

Mary gasped and placed a hand on her chest. “Lady Katarina, you are more than welcome to nap on my lap whenever you want!”

“Aw, Mary, that’s so sweet,” Katarina said.

“We are doing none of that,” Geordo said as he crossed his arms. “Katarina, you can not stay as a cat. If word got out, the court would insist on cancelling our engagement.”

Keith suddenly became quiet. “Well that would be one benefit.”

Maria sighed and looked to Nicol and Alan as Keith and Geordo began to argue. “We can’t let her stay like this,” she whispered.

“Agreed,” Nicol said with a nod. “Especially since we don’t know if there’s a time limit.”

Alan’s frown tightened. “What do you mean?”

“Her wanting to be a cat might be a side effect of the curse, and there’s the risk the longer she stays as a cat the more she’ll become a cat,” Nicol stated and his eyes narrowed as Mary began to state she would be willing to become a witch and take Katarina on as her familiar.

Maria gasped slightly. “You mean if she stays like this too long she might not be able to return to being human?”

“Worse, her human mind might vanish as well,” Nicol said grimly. “That’s a common occurrence for these kinds of curses.”

Alan cursed as he rubbed his neck. “But what can we do?” he whispered. “Katarina can be more stubborn as a bull when she wants to be.”

Maria frowned, but then snapped her fingers. “Wait, I have an idea.” She glanced at the boys. “Please, follow my lead.”

The boys exchanged a confused expression, but nodded as she stepped forward. The others were still in their argument, with Katarina trying to calm them down.

Maria cleared her throat hoping to catch all of their attention. It did the trick as all went quiet and everyone turned her way. Maria smiled sweetly and kept it as she approached her cat friend.

“Lady Katarina,” she said as she kneeled, “I baked some cookies today.”

As she predicted, Katarina drooled. “You did?” She placed her paws together. “May I please have some?”

It took all of Maria’s power to resist the cuteness, but she kept her smile and firmly replied “No, you may not.”

Katarina’s eyes widened in shock. “W-what?”

“Sweets aren’t good for kitties,” she said in a sap-sickening voice. “It could make you ill.”

Horror swept over the small cat’s face as if Maria just said she was going to chop off her tail.

“That’s right,” Nicol said as he stood next to Maria and grasped his chin. “That reminds me, Father and Mother had sent Sophia a box of chocolate and she had planned to share it with you, but you can’t give chocolate to a cat.”

Sophia blinked. “Huh, but I don’t recall getting-”

Nicol gently covered his sister’s mouth with his hand. “Such a shame.”

“No...chocolate,” Katarina muttered as her body shook.

“T-that’s right,” Alan said as he jumped in. “Also, cats are lactose intolerant.” He gave a shrug. “The only safe things to give you are meat like chicken and fish.”

Maria knew to real cats that would sould to be a dream come true, but Katarina looked ready to burst into tears. “ONLY MEAT?!”

Maria glanced at the others and judging by their expressions they caught on to the act.

“It’s too bad,” Geordo said with a sigh. “There was a new pastry shop I had wished to take you to.”

“And I had this wonderful cake I had wanted to share with you,” Mary added.

“And you’ll have to clean out your cookie stash in your desk,” Keith said with a nod.

Katarina’s jaw dropped. Her body remained still. For a brief second, Maria was certain the girl had died of a heart attack, until Katarina whipped her head towards Anne.

“Dump water on me! QUICK! PLEASE-”

Anne was already dumping the pitcher of water before Katarina finished her sentence. There was a poof of pink smoke, but once it cleared all that remained on the bed was a damp spot on the blanket and a soaked fully clothed human Katarina.

“That’s a relief,” Maria muttered.

Katarina didn’t look as relieved. She frantically looked over her hands. Before Maria could ask, Kataria bolted and grabbed Maria’s hands.

“Am I able to have your cookies now?” she begged. “Please?! Is it alright now.”

Maria repressed her laughter, not wanting to hurt her friend’s feelings (even though she looked adorable) and nodded. “Yes, you can have my cookies.”

Finally, Katarina’s shoulders slumped and she wiped away the tears. “Oh, thank goodness.”

“Food should not be what motivates you so easily,” Alan muttered.

“Right now, I’m not questioning it,” Keith replied and patted Maria on the shoulder. “Thank you, that was fast thinking.”

Maria nodded as she took Katarina by the hand. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I could use some tea.”

“Tea sounds nice,” Katarina said as she clapped her hands. “Let’s go get some-”

“Not until you change out of those wet clothes,” Anne said as she yanked her lady by the arm. “Follow me.”

Katarina pouted but didn’t argue as she looked to her friend. “I’ll be there in a bit.”

“We’ll get the tea started,” Mary said as everyone left the room together. “I got some new tea that needs time to steep anyway.”

As they exited the room, Maria couldn’t help pondering a thought she had. Maybe, just in case, she should look into how to bake treats that would be safe for cats to eat...just in case.

#hamefura #my next life as a villainess #Katarina Claes #maria campbell #my writing

[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Dimension Jumping pt. 2

The Fellowship x Reader

Fluffy pants, creepy coworkers, and grocery lists. Fun times

Trigger warning: mentions of stalker.

After that kind of rocky introduction and confusing explanation of their quest and what they were doing exactly (also what happened to their wizard ‘Gandalf’) things began to work out better. 

At first, they were in a kind of panic since they aren’t able to destroy that ring thing if they’re in your world, but then you reminded them that they can’t destroy it, and this Sauron guy can’t get it. 

This seems to ease their worries a bit. 

It was very easy for you to get along with the two blond 'hobbit’ cousins Merry and Pippin, and Samwise is a wonderful help in the kitchen. Mr. Legolas kinda just awkwardly stands around most of the time (he doesn’t sleep apparently), while the 'dwarf’, Gimli, likes to bother said 'elf’ which you find to be quite amusing. The two actual human dudes seem to be the more authoritative figures here, so they help to keep everyone in check and ensure they don’t break anything.

Penny has, quite literally, fallen in love with that brown-haired bastard Aragorn, and you’ve sworn that if he breaks her little fluffy heart you’re going to fucking murder him. Lucky for him, it seems he is quite fond of her in return since he sometimes sits idly on your couch with her laying across his lap. This asshole must have dog treats in his pocket or something because there’s no way she would ditch you for some scraggly handsome stranger like in the movies. 

Of course, you don’t complain about it or anything, rather you just leave it and enjoy the fact that Penny is happy (while silently plotting his painful murder in your mind). 

You also had to show them how to work the bathroom, and after they got over their initial shock and awestruck, they all bathed (thank god for your poor nose) and you offered to go get them more clothes later on so you can figure out how to wash theirs.

Overall, it seems that everything is going smoothly and will continue to do so. 

You have yet to give them a chance to mess with your laptop or phone (or even the TV), but mostly because you’re afraid they’ll die of shock. 

Before you know it a week has passed, and not only are they still in your damn home but they’re so freaking well-behaved and polite you actually find yourself not wanting them to go. 

“Why do you wear those fluffy pants?” The sweet little Pippin asks. 

Everyone insists he and his cousin are mischievous little monsters, but you find them to be nothing but adorable and polite. “Because, my dear boy, they are really freaking comfortable. I’m gonna go to the store later and get all of you a pair. They will change your lives." 

His eyes grow wide at your overly dramatic description of fluffy pants and he suddenly seems excited, "Really? Some for all of us?" 

You nod your head with a bright smile on your face, lifting your leg up for him to touch it. "Feel how nice they are!" 

When Pippin places his hand on the soft, fuzzy fabric he looks surprised, "I don’t think I’ve felt trousers so soft before!" 

"Fluffy pants, Pippin. They’re called fluffy pants." 

"Fluffy pants.” He repeats in confirmation. 

His cousin, Merry, chose then to walk into the room, and when he sees the two of you he looks confused. “Pip, what are you doing?" 

"Oh! Merry, come here and feel these!” He exclaims, not bothering to answer his question. 

Merry does as he says, albeit hesitantly, but when his hands touch that miracle fabric he looks just as shocked, “You’ve got such peculiar clothing… I like it." 

"Well, I was just telling my buddy over here that I’m going to get everyone some and absolutely ruin your wardrobe since you’ll never want to wear anything but these ever again.” You tell him smugly, jumping to your feet suddenly, “Oh, I’ve gotta go do something. Keep an eye on Penny for me, won’t you?" 

Yeah, they don’t need to since she’s busy sleeping on a napping Aragorn, but you ask nonetheless. 

You retreat to another room and begin to organize the things you moved from your guest bedroom, wanting everything to be less cluttered while they stay here. 

The air mattress had to come out and everything because of how many there are, but you don’t mind a little extra work for some companionship in response. Heaven knows you need someone to keep you out of your own head.

While you’re neatening things, the blond elf guy walks in and observes you for a few moments, saying nothing and kinda just standing there. You turn after a minute or so and look at him questioningly, "Is there something I can help you with?" 

He doesn’t say anything right away, and so you grab a couple of books and straighten them while you wait. 

"What are you doing?” He asks instead of answering you (a very Pippin move). 

Despite your heart wanting you to be sarcastic in your reply you answer him seriously, “I’m cleaning up a bit since I had to take all of this stuff out of my guest room. It’s kinda messy if you couldn’t tell." 

You wipe your hands on your fluffy pants and smile at him. "I’m almost done. Did you need me for something?" 

He actually acknowledges your question this time with a shake of his head, "No. I wanted to see if you require any assistance." 

Ah, that makes sense. He definitely seems like the helpful type. 

"Oh, well some help would be nice. Maybe you could move those boxes,” you point to some cardboard boxes in the corner of the closet you shoved everything into, “over there.” You then point to a shelf that is mostly empty. 

He nods again and goes to do just that right away, and you go back to sorting through a box full of papers.

“What made you allow us to stay?” He suddenly inquires, lifting the boxes you asked for help with easily. 

You’re a bit surprised at his engagement in conversation and the topic he chose, but you answer despite that. “Well like I said before, I know a group of sad saps when I see it… I didn’t know you’d lost your friend, but I could tell something wasn’t right. And… I don’t know, your hobbits looked so hungry and tired, I couldn’t kick you all out and keep a clean conscience.” It’s true, but what you leave out is the desire you had for some company. Penny is more than enough, but recently you’ve been feeling lonely and inadequate, so you jumped on the opportunity to be useful in your monotone life. 

“There’s something you’re not saying.” He says it like a statement rather than a question, and while he’s right you only shrug. 

“My reasons are my own, but what I told you is my main explanation. Take it or leave it.” You don’t mean to act so cold and aloof, but the thinking about your flaws and recently depressive state only serves to dampen your mood. 

“I meant not to offend, I apologize if upset you. I was only curious." 

You smile at him over your shoulder apologetically yourself, "No, don’t say sorry. I’m just a bit cranky is all, haven’t been getting much sleep." 

He can tell that’s not the truth, but he nods anyway and lets it drop. 

Suddenly the sound of Penny barking reaches your ears, and you sigh knowing that someone is probably at the door. 

When she abruptly stops, you pause and decide to finish with the last small stack you have before going out to check.

Big mistake.

Once you walk out of the storage closet, you’re met with the sight of two hiding hobbits, and Aragorn at the  freaking  door. Your eyes widen in horror, and you turn and close the door in Legolas’ face before he can exit. 

When the door slams, someone pokes their head around the tall 'ranger’ and smiles. 

"Oh, Y/N there you are!" 

Uh oh, he’s not supposed to be there. 

"B-Brian, hey, what… what are you doing here?” You ask slowly, walking over to try and diffuse whatever situation is going on here. “I didn’t even know you knew my address…" 

He smiles brightly despite that and waves his hand, "Don’t worry about it, the boss gave it to me and told me to check up on you! You haven’t been answering your messages and this is the most work you’ve missed in the past, like, 4 years.” His tone is bright and cheery, but you can see behind that mask of pleasantries is nothing but a prying brat who has to know everything 24/7. 

You ignore your dark thoughts and simply smile at him in return, “Yes, well I’ve been very busy. And, actually, I texted Marissa about my absence for the week ahead of time, so I don’t see why she would send you. She told me that I can work from home until I’m ready to come back.” You never liked Brian. Much too nosy and too much of a snake for your liking.

You pull your phone out of your pocket and see that you have… holy shit, 43 missed messages? All from Brian? Ew, okay, that’s weird. 

But you decide not to comment on it.

“Right, well, who is this? I haven’t seen him before." 

Shoot. 

You look up at the brown-haired man sharply, then back at Brian. "W-Who, him? Oh, this is just my… boy…friend… Ara- Er, Aaron. He’s, uh, staying here because his house burned down.” God, you’re a horrible liar, but you try to keep your face straight either way. “Who he is doesn’t matter, I’m kinda busy right now so if you could just…" 

You go to close the door, but he only steps a bit closer, "Wait-! I didn’t know you have a boyfriend!” His expression is more panic stricken now, and dare I say upset,

Ughhhhh  fucking Brian . 

Suddenly a voice pipes up from behind you, “Is there an issue over here?" 

Oh great, another challenger has appeared, and his name is freaking Boromir. 

"Wait, who is this then?” His countenance goes kinda sour, “Your other boyfriend?" 

You face-palm and slowly drag your hand down your cheek, groaning internally at his horrible timing (also electing to ignore Brian’s bitter comment). "This is… Aaron’s druggie brother, Bo…Beau. He likes meth.”

Brian looks alarmed at your mention of him being a meth head, but you only smile and internally kick yourself for coming up with something like that . “You have crackheads staying at your house?! With how you’ve been recently?! S-Should I-" 

You only shake your head once and slam your hand on the wall, "Brian, I am a big girl, and big girls don’t need their  coworkers  to keep them safe. I’ve been nice, but what I do is literally none of your fucking business, so leave me alone or I’ll call Marissa and tell her about,” you pause and lean forward, whispering with a faux sweet voice, “The janitors closet…" 

His face goes pale at the mention of the horrid sight you’d walked into that one faithful Tuesday, and he nods his head in understanding, "R-Right, sorry to bother you! I’ll uh, get going now then. Enjoy your break!" 

He’s gone before you even close the door. 

You simply stare at the closed door for a few moments, trying to process what the hell just happened.

"Miss Y/N?” Merry calls from behind the couch. “What did he mean by 'how you’ve been’? Are you alright?" 

Unable to keep your cool, you reach up and bury your fingers in your hair and groan loudly from frustration, "Ugh! Fucking Brian! Why did you have to open the door to that loser!?” You yell incredulously, pulling on your hair rather harshly. You don’t even entertain the idea of answering that question.

Aragorn seems surprised by your sudden angry outburst, so much so that he steps back and bumps against the wall. 

“He’s always in my damn business! Acting like I haven’t caught him doing  unmentionable  things in that closet! Why him? Why did you think it was a good idea to open the door?!” You don’t mean to yell or to get so angry, but it’s almost like a splash of cold water in the face. A reminder that things are temporary and unexplainable to outsiders. “He’s such a stalker! God, this is going to come back and bite me in the ass!”

You drag your hands down your face and simply stand there for a moment, ignoring all the people gathering in your living room to stare at their mental brake-down having hostess.

“I apologize, I-I didn’t mean to-” Woah he actually trips over his words.

Before he can finish his apology you raise a hand up in a silencing motion. “No, shut up. Don’t apologize I’m not actually mad at you.” It sounds like you are, but you aren’t.

If you were looking at him, you’d see that he visibly relaxes. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell I just… he frustrates me. I’m not angry at any of you, I promise.” You drop your hands back to your side and stare at the door for a few moments before turning and walking back into the living room.

“You’re kind of scary,” Sam states from Frodo’s side at the entrance of the kitchen. 

You look over at the two and furrow your eyebrows, “Scary? Me? No way. Just a little irritated.” If anything they’re the scary ones, with their swords and evil ring and all that. 

You glance back at the dark-haired man still at the front door and bite your lip, “I’m really sorry." 

A small and forgiving smile creeps onto his face, and you feel relieved right away. "Perhaps I shouldn’t have opened the door." 

This earns a small laugh and nod from you, "Now that freak thinks you’re my homeless male friend and he’s your drugged up brother. Not a very good reputation.” You don’t bother going over calling him your boyfriend in a panic - if they even know what it means in the first place. 

Suddenly ever innocent Pippin asks, “What’s meth?" 

Lord save your soul. 

—

After explaining to everyone what meth is and how you straight up just called Boromir a doped up loser to someone none of them know, you all have a good laugh. And once you’re all done laughing, you join Sam in the kitchen and notice that he’s taken an inventory of your kitchen. 

"Hello, chef Ramsay. What can I do for you?” You ask with a cheery smile, watching him go through your cupboard while literally standing on the counter with Frodo watching from the floor. 

“Who is chef Ramsay?” Sam asks, looking down at you from his leveraged spot on the counter. 

Oh, right, the poor soul doesn’t know the meme. 

“Nobody, what are you up to?” You change the subject quickly, a part of you hoping he approves of your kitchen. 

“Well… your shelves are lacking a lot. And your… what did you call it, fridge? It is basically empty. What do you eat all week?" 

You don’t reply right away, staring holes into him at his obviously spotty memory. "Well, Sam the thing is, I am one woman, and this one woman didn’t think she’d need to buy groceries for 8 men who all eat like they haven’t seen food for the past week… every meal." 

"So then perhaps we should go shopping!” He exclaims, closing the cabinet and hopping back down to the tiled floor. 

Excuse me, did he just say 'we’? Uh, yeah no.

You shake your head quickly, “No, Sam there aren’t people like you in my world. I can’t take you." 

His face falls and he looks around at the kitchen, crestfallen, "But I can’t tell you what to get if I don’t go…" 

Aw… he looks so sad. It makes your heart pang uncomfortably, and you find that you wanna make him smile again. "Here, I’ll tell you what. I’ll get some paper and a pen, and you can write down everything you want me to get on that. How does that sound?”

Almost immediately he perks up and nods his head, “Oh, that sounds wonderful!" 

Bingo. 

"Did you hear that Mr. Frodo? She said she’ll get whatever we want! Come help me make the list!” Okay, maybe this wasn’t a good idea. 

You gather the things you promised from a drawer to your right, then hand them down to him. “Here you are, dear. Take your time, and I’ll go tomorrow. And don’t forget to ask everyone else what they want.”

Hopefully, you won’t live to regret this. 

Without further ado, he rushes out of the kitchen calling for Merry and Pippin. 

These fellas are going to bankrupt you… but if you get to see those happy smiles again, then it’s definitely worth it. 

#reader #the fellowship of the ring x reader #the fellowship x reader #the fellowship of the ring #tolkien #lord of the rings fanfiction #lord of the rings #the lord of the rings #humor #angst #boromir #aragorn #pippin took #pippin #merry x reader #merry #merry brandybuck #pippin took x reader #boromir x reader #aragorn x reader #legolas greenleaf #legolas x reader #legolas #gimli son of gloin #gimli #frodo baggins #frodo #sam #sam gamgee #dimension jumping

[florenceandthemachine]

i need u to talk to me about stiles and jackson and their baby girl. i need u to talk to me about how they name her claudia and how they spoil the actual everloving shit out of her and how all the single moms at the supermarket lose their entire minds when they see jackson walking around with her strapped to his chest and how stiles absolutely cannot blame them because his man is literally the world’s biggest dilf. i need u to talk to me about happy domestic stackson thank u and goodnight.

Honestly boo, I told you I had to prepare for this and sit down at a computer and I accidentally wrote a novel. But I had to, because here’s the thing.

Nothing in Stiles and Jackson’s life has ever been easy.

Stiles would start recounting the happiest moments in his life by talking about the time he almost died in high school (he remembers it fondly). Not because he’s fond of the fact that he almost died, but because while he was lying on Deatons table, bleeding out, pixie claws still dug too deeply into his chest, Jackson kissed him for the first time. Jackson was crying, and he was crying, and Jackson was begging him to stay alive, and Stiles, honestly, could have died a happy man right then and there with Jackson kissing him.

He and Jackson get married, less than a year after Stiles graduates with his masters in mythology and Jackson finishes an associates degree in Criminal Justice. Stiles gets a part time job in a local library, and Jackson starts work as his dads newest officer, and Stiles never lets him forget how good the uniform looks on him; and, he thinks as he looks over Jackson, writhing beneath him, cuffed to the headboard, it looks even better off of him.

(The wedding is a small ceremony, with the pack and Stiles’ dad there. Stiles cries the entire time. Jackson only makes fun of him a little. When the justice of the peace asks if they’ll be hyphenating their last names, Jackson snorts and takes Stiles hand and “no, absolutely not. I’ve been waiting my entire life to be a Stilinski.” Stiles cries again. Jackson just beams at him, the asshole.

[Later that night, Lydia almost passes out when a group of rouge banshees breech their territory, screeching like… well, banshees. It happens during their wedding reception, of course, because as previously stated, nothing in Stiles and Jackson’s life has ever been easy.])

They live together. They love each other. They love the pack. They still do things like patrols, once in a while, and of course it’s during a patrol that their life flips again.

They’ve only been back in town for a week after taking some time off for their wedding anniversary when they come across a woman on the side of the road. Jackson is still in full uniform and swoops in (Stiles swoons, he can admit it) to help the very dirty, very young woman, and her very small, very loud, very much a newborn, infant. The woman is crying, talking about how she didn’t mean for this to happen, she doesn’t know what to do, and the baby is crying because it’s a baby. Stiles is out of the car right behind Jackson, jacket in arms, ready to help warm the baby up.

In hindsight, he probably should have realized something was up when the woman seemed all too eager to let Stiles take the child from her. Because in less than three seconds, when Jackson and he are both focused on the baby, the woman is gone.

Whelp.

~

Jackson takes to caring for a child immediately. While Stiles is meeting with a social worker and loading a bassinet into the Jeep, Jackson bounces her in his arms—god, she couldn’t be more than three months old—and Stiles has to stop himself from looking, worried he might start to want something he can’t have. High school Stiles would have been shocked by the sight, but older, wiser Stiles knows that Jackson is one of the most caring, warm people on the planet, just beneath a crunchy exterior. Stiles loves him for it, so much, but watching the two of them interact makes his bones ache. The social worker assures him it will be temporary. Two weeks at the most, before they’re able to find some blood relation.

Two weeks turns into three, and three turns into five, and soon Stiles has worked their routine around a child that they just call “baby” because they have no right to name it (“and besides, Jacks, it’s not like she’ll remember any of this anyway”).

Stiles is glad, though, that he’s not the first one to approach the topic of adoption. Their idiot social worker does, when five weeks turns into three months with no luck. The topic comes up, about what a match they would be, and how well they work with the baby, and Stiles rudely cuts her off by dragging Jackson into the hall, knowing that Jackson wolfing out was the least of their concerns if the conversation carried on any further down that path.

Because at the mere mention of adoption, confident, smooth Jackson almost broke Stiles hand squeezing so hard. His eyes widen minutely, his smile freezes in place, and to the untrained eye, it might seem like Jackson was just a little surprised. Stiles knows Jackson well enough to know that his husband just plunged into a hell of his own making, through stress and fears and issues that years of therapy have eased, but not entirely. Sure enough, no sooner than the door closes is Jackson leaned against the wall, clutching Stiles close to him, breathing in his scent as Stiles soothes him.

His heart is breaking as he tells Jackson it’s okay. They don’t have to adopt her. It’s just an option. And he knows he’s a terrible liar but he isn’t lying when he said he would never ask Jackson to do anything that he isn’t comfortable with.

It takes a good twenty minutes before Jackson calms down enough to pull back from the embrace, eyes red with tears and hands shaking. But it’s with the same stubborn determination that he approaches everything with—everything he really wants—even if his voice is shaking when he meets Stiles eyes.

“I want, Stiles. I… I do. With you.”

Stiles can only smile, his heart soaring, terrified but optimistic. He clears his throat to speak, but once more, Jackson beats him to the punch.

“We could name her Claudia.”

Stiles is crying again.

~

Less than a week later, as Stiles is pouring over every single parenting book he could find, Jackson makes a grand entrance into their bedroom and announces that he got Claudia to go to sleep. In the same breath, he tells Stiles that he’s transferred his entire inheritance into a college fund in her name.

Stiles drops the book he’s holding and pulls Jackson to the bed with such vigor (in the name of higher education) that he’s shocked they don’t end up waking the baby.

~

They are both passable parents, but if you ask either of them, it’s because Claudia is such a chill fucking baby. She cries when she’s hungry and that’s about it. She naps when she wants to, she chatters when she wants to, she giggles and grabs Jackson’s sideburns when he wolfs out for her amusement. She has Jackson wrapped around her finger in no time flat, and when she takes her first steps well before her first birthday, Jackson is the asshole dad in Mommy and Me class talking about how advanced his baby is. Stiles would find it really annoying, but something about watching Jackson push a shopping cart with a baby strapped to his chest makes him forget anything but love. He’s a sap.

Getting Jackson one of those baby bjorn things was the best ideas of Stiles’ entire life, because there was nothing that Stiles loved more than watching Jackson go on his early morning run, in a tank top and shorts, nasty green smoothie in hand—and a baby strapped to his chest. Stiles wasn’t sure what he loved more—getting the early morning kiss from his husband (and puckering up to smack one on his daughters head), or the deeper, sweatier, longer kiss that Jackson woke him up with after coming back from his run, which Stiles regularly fed back into, tugging Jackson into the bed without a second thought.

Jackson loved any time he could spend with his daughter, but his favorite times by far were the random days that he had off. Call him... boring, or old fashioned, or lame, or— “Jackson, shut up. There is nothing wrong with spending time with your family. We’re your family, you idiot, we love spending time with you too.” ...well, whatever the case, he loved it. Running errands on a Saturday became a family affair. 

The old ladies in the natural grocer near their home love them. Stiles take full advantage of that, kissing his husband and cooing at his baby whenever they’re nearby to score an extra free sample of free range bacon or to get the latest gossip from the retirement home. He has a few of them on Sheriff Watch, and it would honestly be sad that Stiles’ dad couldn’t eat a jelly doughnut anywhere in town without Stiles knowing about it If it weren’t so funny.

Stiles finds his natural enemies in the yoga moms, though. Or at least, he would, if Jackson wasn’t Jackson. He could honestly watch hours of these single moms trying to flirt with Jackson in the produce aisle, while Stiles is standing right next to him, only to have Jackson completely dote on their kid and completely ignore them. He only intervenes once, when a busty blond thirty something mother of three reaches forward to pinch Claudia’s cheek. Stiles smiles, reaches forward, gently pulls the woman’s wrist away, and tells her that if she ever touches his daughter again, he will break her arm.

So maybe Jackson wasn’t the only one Claudia had wrapped around her pudgy fingers.

~

Claudia’s first word is “Papa”, directed solely at Jackson, and Stiles... well, Stiles couldn’t even find it in himself to be jealous, because Jackson was staring at Claudia in shock and wonder, and Stiles is falling in love all over again with him. Jackson takes in a deep breath and smiles, letting her grab on to both of his fingers, his voice crushingly soft as he nods his head.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I’m your Papa, and you’re my baby girl. Can you say baby? Bayyy-bee?”

She giggles and smacks him in the cheek, and the moment is over, but Jackson’s smile will be burned into Stiles brain forever. 

(Two months later, Jackson is trying to get a clean onesie on a very fussy Claudia when Stiles walks in, and she goes ramrod straight in his arms, reaching for Stiles, making grabby motions and yelling “Dada! Dada!” in her adorably desperate little baby voice. Jackson feels his heart swell as Stiles jaw hits the floor, but only for a moment, before he swoops in and plucks their daughter from his arms.)

~

Things are easy with them, and honestly, Stiles should have been suspicious—because, rule of thumb, nothing is ever easy with Stiles and Jackson. Claudia is two and things are easy. Claudia is two and she falls while toddling across the kitchen. Claudia is two and Stiles is picking her up, comforting her while Jackson kisses her booboo. Claudia is two, in Stiles arms, her tears turning into laughter. Claudia is two, and she hiccups, and suddenly Claudia has golden eyes, sharp little nails, and an alarming amount of facial hair for a two year old.

Stiles and Jackson both freeze—Stiles, because in all the parenting books he has read, nothing has prepared him for the possibility of raising a werewolf baby. Jackson freezes for a slightly more dramatic reason, his own eyes burning blue in response to his daughters gold, mouth hanging open in shock. She’s not crying anymore, at least, and Stiles can count that as a win. Hell, out of the three of them, the person who is most surprised is Claudia, who is now giggling and smacking Stiles’ cheeks, clearly enjoying the hollow sound his gaping mouth makes when hit.

Stiles immediately invites everyone over, thinking it would be easier to show everyone in person. Derek will need to do some Alpha thing to cement her place in the pack, he rationalizes, pacing the living room while texting up a storm, and Jackson... Jackson is nervous for reasons he doesn’t fully know how to articulate, bouncing Claudia on his hip. He’s come a long way since he was the angry, self obsessed sixteen year old, asking for the bite, and he knows that, but there will always be a small part of him that worries Derek is on the verge of kicking him out. He’s can feel his heart picking up as he starts to sink into his own thoughts, because what if Derek—

He doesn't get a chance to follow that rabbit hole, because a tiny, disgruntled noise is all it takes from Claudia to garner Stiles entire attention, and it isn’t even a second before Stiles is up close and personal.

“I know that look. Jackson, stop thinking. This doesn’t change anything—they already love her, and they already love you. Now they just know to count her in for future training sessions and full moon parties. Breathe, baby. Claudia and I are here to stay.”

Jackson doesn’t know when his anchor expanded to include their daughter, but honestly, it probably always did.

Erica and Boyd show up first, Erica heavily pregnant with their own kid, and Scott and Kira arrive shortly after—they’ve been looking into following their lead in the adoption game, though Stiles secretly wished any adoption they go through was no where near as eventful as theirs. Derek arrives last, unintentionally making the dramatic entrance he’s known for, and he is barely in the door for a half moment before he freezes, eyes wide, looking at the baby in Jackson’s arms. 

In his surprise, he moves quickly, too quick for Jackson’s liking—Derek is an arms reach away from him and Jackson growls, his eyes flaring blue, instinctively clutching Claudia closer to his chest. Stiles swallows and grips Jackson’s hand a little tighter, gearing up for this to be A Thing, and the rest of them are equally confused, considering they are still looking at a purely human child. One that Derek has babysat for, for fucks sake. Derek, though, has a huge grin on his face, and moves much slower as he reaches to put a hand on Jackson’s shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. 

Derek takes a knee and takes Claudia’s little pudgy hand in his own, and honestly, it would be a hilarious sight, except Derek’s eyes are burning red and Claudia wolfs out immediately, sitting shock still, mesmerized by Derek’s own eyes. It only lasts for a moment before she’s screams with joy, reaching for Derek’s sideburns, but Derek is already standing again, pulling Stiles and Jackson into a hug. The air almost crackles with electricity and even tiny, human Stiles feels something settle as the new pack bond takes form, with Derek’s arms tight around the two of them—

—the three of them, sorry, because Claudia is currently giggling like a fool from where she’s more or less suspended between the two wolves.

~

It was kind of perfect. Derek’s first beta raising the first born wolf of their new pack. If Stiles could pause that moment in time, he would have. Because raising a toddler was easy when Claudia was a relatively chill human baby. Now, though, it was like she had been saving up all her energy for the past two years—and now that her wolf was awake, it was time to let it loose.

Claudia became a terror. A terror they loved, of course, but a terror none the less because apparently “the terrible twos” were a very real thing, even for werewolves. She pushed every limit and every boundary, getting to the point where even Derek was wary about agreeing to babysit—Derek, the worlds biggest pushover when it came to babies. “No” became her favorite word at two—by three, it was “stop”—and when she was four, she had only one thing to say to a very sleep deprived, very emotional Stiles when he brought down the wrong pair of shoes for their weekly trip to see Papa for lunch.

“No, daddy, no! I want blue shoes, not green shoes! You never listen to me! I hate you! I hate you!”

Stiles was aware that he’s probably a little hysterical at that point—but when he hears that, something inside of him just breaks. He drops the shoes and just stands there and has to remind himself to breathe, and suddenly he’s crying, and somehow Claudia’s tantrum is over before it even begins. The first tear falls, and then ten seconds later his arms are full of his daughter, frantically scrambling to be close to him, apologizing profusely for being mean, her shouts turning into tears of her own.

Stiles is beyond comprehension at this point, but it feels like a switch has been flipped, as he and his daughter dissolve into tears while sitting on the kitchen floor.

At some point, Jackson comes home when he realizes he’s being stood up for lunch. They had more or less calmed down; though they were still on the kitchen floor, Stiles had fished his tablet off of the counter and was entertaining her with old pictures—of his mother, of Jackson in high school, of her as a baby. 

He had just flicked to a picture of the three of them on Claudia’s adoption day—Stiles was beaming at the camera as his dad snapped a photo, and Jackson had a look of wonder on his face, looking down at the tiny baby swaddled in Jackson’s arms. Like he was summoned by the photo itself, Jackson comes in through the side door after parking his cruiser, takes less than three seconds to assess the situation (husband and child; on floor. scents; tears and sadness. threat level; moderate.) before shucking his utility belt and his badge and scooping them both into his arms. Claudia is crying again, but softer this time, still worn out from her earlier tantrum, apologizing in between hiccups for being so mean, but nothing could prepare either of them for the tumble of words that leaves her lips as she buries her face into Jackson’s shoulder.

“You and Daddy are still gonna keep me, right?”

Jackson is heartbroken, but... not surprised. He had gone through the same thing, more times than he can count, growing up. His parents had always brushed it off with platitudes—don’t be silly, Jackson, you’re overreacting Jackson. He finally had the chance to right some of their wrongs, the seriousness in his voice reflecting 

“You got mad, and that happens sometimes. Daddy and I can get mad sometimes too. But we never stay mad at one another, and we always apologize, right sweetpea?”

He waits for Claudia to nod before he continues, aware that Stiles is staring at him too.

“Well, you already apologized to Daddy and I. You apologized because you realize you made a mistake, and it’s okay to make mistakes. You apologize because you love us, and we love you too. We love you, Claudia. And we are never, ever going to let you go.”

(Stiles and Claudia fall asleep in Jackson’s arms, and Jackson takes a selfie, sending it to the sheriff with an apology for missing his afternoon shift. He waits until the Sheriff responds, with a laughing emoji of all things [who taught him how to do that?!], before uploading it to their digital album too.)

~

When Claudia turns five, she begs for a ladybug party at the Hale House with all her “woofpack”. Honestly, Stiles was just thankful that Derek was an absolute pushover for all of the kids in the pack—between all of their original betas, there were six little rats running around at any given time, four of which were human, and Derek was a sucker for all of them.

(Boyd and Erica’s son had popped his fangs five days earlier. Claudia is ecstatic to have a new member of her woofpack. Jackson spends a lot of time playing with the baby chubby cheeks. Stiles grins and gives them a very brief warning about the terrible twos, before calling this karmic payback for the time Erica clocked him with a piece of his own Jeep, because he will never let that go.)

Stiles was just happy that it meant he didn’t have to clean up after the party, even if he did spend the entire night beforehand icing about a million ladybug cupcakes.

“It was three dozen, Stiles, and you’re the one who didn’t want to pay a baker to make them.”

“Aw, thanks babe, your devotion and respect for me really knows no bounds.”

Jackson smirks at him and Stiles smooshes a cupcake against his nose, throwing his head back in laughter as Jackson pulls back, looking incredibly offended. They’re on the second story balcony overlooking the yard, and Stiles is only half paying attention to Jackson’s protests as he hears shrieks of joy coming from the grass below. Their daughter is running through the field with a red and black cape flying behind her, eyes gold with mirth as she avoids Erica’s outstretched hand in what appears to be a very fair game of tag.

He lets his free hand sneak into Jackson’s, like it was some kind of secret—Jackson, who has no chill, pulls him close, arms going around him from behind. Stiles laughs again as he turns to his husband, basking in the warmth that pools in his chest with another happy shriek sounds from his family below.

“Hey Jacks?”

“Yeah baby?”

Nothing in Stiles and Jackson’s life has ever been easy.

“… I want another one.”

And neither of them would change a damn thing.

#stackson #stiles stilinski #jackson whittemore #teen wolf #kidfic #ask #jacksonstilinskis #lmao you wanted something fluffy and domestic #how about whatever this is instead? #lmao sorry #kill me fr #flospeaks #mutually assured devotion

[nsfwgeorgie]

whatre your most extreme orgasm denial and edging hcs? im suuuuch a sucker for that shit and you have such good content -♠️

Most into edging/orgasm denial

Dream

Dream is a SUCKER for denying you an orgasm

He loves seeing you squirm

He’s always sneaky when it comes to edging you-he’ll love to do it for a punishment

You could get away with teasing him throughout the day, he’d act like nothing was wrong

But as soon as your in bed together, he’s eating you out

He’s just so good with his tongue, you can feel your orgasm begin to build-up

You’re just so close

Annddd...

He’d pull away

You’d become even more of a whiny mess

And this motherfucker would just lean in and...

“You shouldn’t have considered teasing me today, baby. Now you aren’t allowed to cum at all tonight.”

He’d then proceed to continue to eat you out 

Punz

God Punz just loves watching you squirm when he’s denying you an orgasm

He definitely believing orgasm denials are underrated

Punz is definitely a hard dom, so he’d make edging and orgasm denials very common in bed

He doesn’t need any other reason to keep you from cumming besides the fact he just loves watching you squirm

It’s even better when you beg

He just loves watching you beg, it’s a huge guilty pleasure of his

C! Techno

Techno would use orgasm denial as punishment, just like Dream

If you ever were misbehaving, he wouldn’t warn you

Later on, you too could be fucking 

“I’m gonna cum!”

He’d stop and look down at you

“You aren’t allowed.”

You’d let out a long whine

But that wouldn’t make Techno let you cum

Sap Nap

Sap Nap is the middle ground

Edging you isn’t his favorite sexual act

But he’ll still do it to mess with you

It’s always playful when he edges you

He never really uses orgasm denying as a way to punish you

He prefers spanking 

Because let’s be honest

Sap is an ASS man

Awesamdude

Sam doesn’t prefer to do either

But if you want, he’ll 100% do either or 

Or if you’re lucky enough,

If you piss him off just enough, he will refuse to let you cum for a while

It’s rare of him to voluntarily deny you to cum

But sometimes you can be such a stupid brat

Least into edging/orgasm denial

#♠️ anon #mcyt smut #topic: dreamwastaken #topic: sap nap #topic: awesamdude #topic: punz #topic: technoblade

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Dream SMP Members Hearing You’re Dead

Pronouns: They/Them

A headcanon

___________

C! Dreamwastaken 

-Dream would be in prison when he found out

-He could tell something was off

-You visited him all the time

-So why had it been so long since he last saw you?

-Sap Nap would end up visiting him

-"I don't know how to tell you this... Y/n was murdered..."

-It'd take him a moment to process it

-Sap Nap would ask if Dream's alright

-Dream would just nod and get a bit quiet

-As soon as Sap Nap's gone, Dream would shed a few tears

-He'd spend a LONG time mourning

-He'd think about all the things he would've done differently if he knew that was the last time he'd see you

-Dream would write letters to you

-Clock burning would become 10x more common

-Just so he could BEG Sam to let him out for one day

-Just so he could visit your grave

-Sap Nap would bring him photos of your grave to show him how nice everyone set it up

C! Georgenotfound 

-George is surprised

-He has no clue what to say

-As soon as he receives the news he just gets quiet

-Really quiet

-He spends a long time thinking about you

-He doesn't cry over your death

-George would feel a bit guilty for not crying, but he couldn't help it

-He'd push his friends away for quite some time

-He just needed time alone

-You would be on his mind a lot

C! Sap Nap 

-Two words: He's angry

-As soon as he's heard someone has hurt you, he's livid

-Let's get one thing straight: Sap Nap will FIGHT for you

-He'd want to find your murderer as soon as possible

-Just so he could beat the shit out of them

-His blood is boiling

-He'll take all his anger out on beating the person who hurt you

-"How could you?"

-"How could you kill them?"

"Why Y/n? Why them?"

-When he didn't receive an answer, he was 10 times more upset

-As soon as the fight was over, he'd go home

-And start sobbing

-Because he realized he had lost you

C! Technoblade 

-Techno would be VERY quiet

-It'd take him a second to reply

-"Alright."

-There were so many thoughts in his head

-"Who did it?"

-"What?"

-"Who killed Y/n?"

-Whoever killed you better pray now, Techno would have no mercy towards them

-As soon as he has a name, he's preparing for battle

-An eye for an eye after all

-After avenging you, Techno would take a moment to mourn

-because it would finally hit him

-He'll never see you again

C! Wilbur Soot 

-At first, he doesn't believe your dead

-For a couple of days he ignores it

-But when he realizes you don't come around to talk or just hang out, it finally clicks for him

-You were actually dead

-He doesn't cry

-he doesn't get mad

-he pushes his emotions down and ignores it

-Tommy would try and get Wilbur to talk about it, he knew something was up

-Wilbur wouldn't crack, he would just briefly explain he's fine

-But Tommy wouldn't give up, he'd continue to try and get Wilbur to open up

-Tommy could tell something was wrong

-Eventually, Wilbur would snap at Tommy, raising his voice

-"Tommy! I am fine! I get it! Y/n's dead! They're not coming back, leave it at that! That's all I ask of you!"

-After that, Tommy drops the topic of Y/n

-Your death would just push Wilbur further into madness

-You were his anchor

-Now what?

C! Quackity 

-At first, he thinks it's some kind of cruel joke

-"Haha, funny joke."

-He'll push 'the joke' to the back of his mind and continue on with his day

-But within hours he would realize it's true

-He'd realize you were actually dead when he saw his friends preparing your grave

-It would hit him hard to see your name on the tombstone

-He wouldn't let anyone see how upset he was

-he'd just try to stay happy and keep making jokes

-But late at night, he'd be fighting back tears

-Happy when the sun's out

-But alone and heartbroken when the moon is in the sky

C! Karl Jacobs 

-"...What?"

-His heart would shatter

-As soon as he receives the news, he needs a moment alone

-He can't help but cry

-You were his best friend

-You were his world

-Karl would talk to himself

-"Oh god, I'm so sorry, Y/n. I'm so so sorry."

-All the sweet memories of you rush through his head

-But then it finally hits him

-he can save you

-Karl would track down whoever told him about your death, he'd need more details

-What exact time?

-Where?

-Who?

-He was going to bring you back, no matter what.

C! Nihachu

-Niki will immediately burst into tears

-She didn't know what to say

-It just seemed impossible that you were dead

-Niki would spend a long time mourning you

-You'd constantly be on her mind

-She'd bring you up in conversation at random moments

-"Y/n would've wanted to see this."

-Whatever you left at her house, she's keeping

-Whenever she can't sleep, she'll wear one of your old hoodies or t-shirts

-She's scared of washing your old clothes because she doesn't want to lose the scent of you

C! Schlatt 

-Shuts his emotions off right away

-He refuses to show any signs that's he's upset

-He thinks it's a weakness to show he's sad

-Schlatt will bury himself into work, doing whatever republican presidents do

-He'll end up drinking a bit more than usual

-At night when he's alone, he'll visit your grave

-He'll stand there by your side for a long time, just talking

-Schlatt would tell you about his day and everything going on

-"But what about you, Y/n? How's it been?"

-The silence would hurt

C! Awesamdude 

-Just like Schlatt, Sam will bury himself in work

-While guarding the prison, he'll act ten times more like a hardass

-You'll always be on his mind

-Sam would definitely have a speech at your funeral

-It would take a couple of months for him to finishing mourning your death

-Sam would have to tell Dream about your passing

-He'd shed only a few tears, but not too many

-It would be hard to be happy again

C! Bad Boy Halo 

-BBH would be heartbroken

-He'd spend a day or two just crying over losing you

-Skeppy would be there to comfort him

-He would make sure your grave is located somewhere safe and peaceful

-He'd be really emotional at your funeral

-BBH would have to excuse himself from the service

-(He was crying too much)

-Everyday BBH replaces the flowers at your grave and tells you about what everyone's up to

C! Punz

-He shuts down

-Punz would end up isolating himself for a couple of days

-He just didn't want to face the fact you were actually dead

-It'd all go away if he ignored it, right?

-Punz would end up skipping your funeral

-He couldn't bring himself to see you get buried

-He'd end up feeling guilty for missing your funeral

-In the middle of the night, Punz would come to your grave to talk to you

-He'd apologize for missing your funeral

-It would become a normal thing for him to visit you in the middle of the night

-This would become something therapeutic to him

-Just being able to talk to you

-Punz would also steal one of your old bracelets when cleaning out your house

-He'll wear it until the day he dies

-If someone tries to take the bracelet from him, he goes feral

-If he loses the bracelet, he practically has a panic attack

-He'll destroy everything while looking for your old bracelet

Taglist: @ivory-raptor @snowcones404 @golden-hoax @notphilosopherstudentblog

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