#yes probably he would have but consider: ghost kiddo

[hard-deckpilots]

Tapping out.

Pairing: Robert 'BOB' Floyd × Y/n 'Ghost' Y/l/n

Summary: At your Top Gun graduation you were meant to have someone tap you out. But no one comes. So someone else comes to the rescue.

Warnings: Just a little bit of sadness. Bob and his dad being sweethearts.

A/N: I've just given Bob's dad a random name, so his name is Jim 'Papa' Floyd.

Wordcount: 784

Tag:@sebsxphia

It was 3 days out until the graduation of this year's Top Gun class.

But no one was coming to your graduation. You knew that much. When Bob had questioned you about your glum mood you had explained.

"No one is coming. No one will be tapping me out." You explained placing your forehead on the desk,

"It'll be okay Ghost. We'll think of something okay? I'll be there for you okay?" Bob responded rubbing your back softly trying to give some sort of comfort.

That night the two of you went off to your separate dorm rooms and tried to get some sleep. Before falling asleep Bob rang up someone he knew could help with your predicament.

"Hey dad." Bob spoke over the phone,

"Hey kiddo, everything alright with you?" His dad spoke.

"Yeah I'm good dad, I just had a question that's all. Would you be able to do me a favour on graduation day?" Bob asked knowing that his dad would most likely say yes,

"Of course I can son." His dad smiled thinking of how proud he is of Bob.

"Would you consider tapping out Y/n? They don't have anyone to tap them out, and I want to be there for them." Bob explained thinking about you, wanting to cheer you up at least on the biggest day of Top Gun,

"I will be there for you both, you know that." His father spoke smiling over the phone.

The two bid goodnight to each other and Bob fell asleep knowing that graduation day would be good.

The next two days consisted on making sure that all of the graduation class knew what they needed to do for the parade. It also involved the uniform prep, the white uniforms clean and pristine with all the necessary badges. And shoes shined to a mirror perfection.

"You'll get to see my dad tomorrow you know." Bob mentioned whilst the two of you ate lunch,

"I can't wait to see him, it feels like ages since I saw him last." You spoke shoving a piece of apple in your mouth.

"Y/n if it's okay with you, would you like my dad and I to tap you out tomorrow?" Bob asked hoping that you would say yes,

"Wait...really?" You asked stopping what you were doing.

"Yeah. I mean I know how much it means to you to graduate. And dad knows you, he always had your back even if you didn't realise it when we were growing up." Bob explained turning to you at your shocked expression,

"I would love that, thank you Bobby." You smiled giving his hand a squeeze.

"You're welcome." Bob smiled giving your hand a squeeze back.

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Graduation day:

You could feel yourself shaking, one of the biggest days in your military career. You had finally finished getting your uniform together. Freshly pressed, shined and every little bit of hair in place.

The parade marched out into the drill square with each movement being precise. A speech was given by a high ranking officer, you weren't exactly sure who they were but they had been around.

Stood at attention, family members of fellow pilots came out to tap them out. Although you knew Bob's dad was going to tap you out, you felt a bit of emptiness for not having your family there.

It felt as though it took forever for Bob and his father to arrive. And if you didn't know any better you had probably thought they were brothers. You hadn't realised until now how much Bob looked like his father.

Both in their uniforms, Bob standing next to Jim or as a lot of people know him as Papa. Both with a big smile on their face.

"Lieutenant Y/N 'Ghost' Y/L/N you have officially graduated from Top Gun." Jim smiled placing his hand on your shoulder.

As you felt his hand touch your shoulder, you instantly drew the two of them into a massive hug. A few tears fell down your face, both happy and some sad.

"Thank you both so much." You smiled at them both,

"Hey, you're family to us. We were not going to let you down." Jim spoke pulling you into a separate hug.

You tightened your hold for a moment and then let go, turning towards Bob. Giving him a hug you heard him whisper in your ear.

"I will always be with you, no matter what happens." He spoke softly then placing his chin on your shoulder,

"You're the best Bobby." You responded giving his cheek a small kiss so no one would notice.

After hours of having to do certain things for the parade, you could finally take a breath.

A breath that wouldn't last long, but it would do for now.

#top gun maverick #bob floyd x y/n #top gun bob

[fakesurprise]

The Jaysome Working

No dogs howl. It is three hours until the new year, fireworks going off already through the town as people tested them or lost track of time or were just being jerks. This much I am used to. The deafening lack of other sounds is slightly worrying. No one cursing the fireworks, no one shouting insults about ‘kids these days’ or reacting at all.

I check my phone. No text from the wandering magician, but that isn’t a surprise. A night like this has him very busy making and holding wards together across this town and other places. He thinks I don’t know about most of that; I let him think that. I do what I can to help him, knowing it’s never enough.

I pour myself some tea, considering my phone.

New Year’s Eve isn’t a busy night for me. Gods don’t see any night as different than any others, and the need for god-eaters is slim most of the time. I am handy at exorcising ghosts, but this night is no different than any other for spirits. The kind that are drunk, yes, but not other kinds. Mostly.

It doesn’t mean that something odd isn’t going on. I can feel that much, like an itch that isn’t yet an itch. I don’t bother with my phone. “Jay.”

Jay appears. He is eleven, also from far Outside the universe and offers up a huge, friendly friend of pure innocent joy. ��Hi, Charlie!”

“You’re not helping the magician?”

“Nope! Honcho says he’s totally OK without a Jay which is almost the same as being okay and! I’m kinda busy too!”

I’ve known Jay for almost eight years, but even so it takes a few seconds to adjust to the sheer force of his presence. Only it takes less time than it should. I hide a frown as I study Jay. His grin is pure jaysome, and everything is normal except there is a tension. And his hands are in his pockets, and he hasn’t tried to hug me yet.

“Jay. What are you doing?”

“I’m doing a hugey helping,” he says, as if that explains everything.

This is Jay, so on a technical level it does.

“Jay.” I step toward him. “What, precisely, would happen if I tickled you right now?”

“Oh!” Jay thinks that over. “Probably some accidents.”

“Not an oops?”

“Nope! I am doing a lot of bindings though, and it’s extra complicated because of money.”

“Money.”

“Uh-huh! I’m helping Penny and a lot of other dogs and humans and people too!”

Penny. The dog of one of Jay’s friends. Tension leaves me, a little bit. “What are you doing?”

“Well! You know how fireworks hurt dogs ears and! some people don’t like them at all?!”

“I do.”

“I’m doing a jaysome binding so people who don’t want to hear them won’t,” he says proudly.

Somehow, by means of a miracle that is knowing Jay for a long time, no fear shows on my face for him to react to. My voice is almost even when I speak. “You’re doing a binding on the whole world?”

“Uh-huh! Honcho is always doing a lot to help the world and you help people all the time and I thought I should totally help too cuz jaysome.”

Jay has on his usual eclectic collection of clothing ‘that wanted to be worn’ but there are dark circles under his eyes and a distracted edge to him.

Jay doesn’t have limits, not in ways everything else does. I still think of him as human, despite everything I know. But there is a vast difference between being power and using it.

“How hard is it, kiddo?”

He is beside me a moment later, and I wrap him in a hug.

“It’s all kinds of heavy, Charlie, but I did a promise and I keep those and the pennies are really hot!”

Pointing out that Penny has never been literal pennies won’t help. “Can I help?”

He blinks, staring up at me. His grin somehow widens. “Okay!”

The god inside me stirs, and then is... still inside me, but muted as Jay pulls energy from it, and from my talent to eat things. I can eat more than gods: you learn a lot about how most limits are suggestions when you are friends with the wandering magician, but my power.... shimmers. Sings. Is pulled, in directions and into shapes I have no name for.

For a moment I almost glimpse what I could be, if I had to, but the moment is gone as Jay squeezes my hands and grins proudly. “The binding is finished.”

“There is an all you can eat buffet down the road,” I suggest.

“Ooh!” He is out the door in a blur, waiting for me excitedly.

I check my phone. No text from the magician. With luck, this somehow worked out.

2022 hasn’t been the best year, but I’d rather not cause 2023 to never happen by accident. Distracting Jay might be enough to make certain no one misses the fireworks so well that they remain in 2022.

I hope.

But sometimes that’s all I can do.

And often it’s enough.

#writing #prose #magician series #new year's eve

[abc04]

security

a short cg!knives x regressor!legato fic, 1.4k words, very self indulgent and ooc :)

cw for allusions to legato's past

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Elendira almost didn't notice him as she walked through the halls of the complex. She probably wouldn't have seen him at all if it weren't for how much his white jacket contrasted with the walls. Legato was curled in on himself in a small outcropping, hands on his head and rocking slightly. Elendira frowned- it was incredibly unlike the usually put together man to cower like this, unless he was...

With a sigh, Elendira approached Legato slowly, hands in front of her in a gesture of peace.

"Bluesummers?"

Legato looked up wildly. Had he really not noticed her until now? He must be deep in his headspace if he was that unaware.

"...Dira?" His eyes were still wide and there was an unusual lilt to his voice, but otherwise, Legato seemed to be alright.

"Yes, Bluesummers, it's me. What are you doing out here?"

"M' hiding. They were trying to take me."

Elendira knelt in front of Legato, careful not to touch him. They had learned early on that touching Legato in this headspace hurt more than it helped. "Who was?" she asked gently.

"The bad men." So he was in one of these moods. Sometimes, Legato had explained to her and Knives, he felt like he was back in his old life, before Knives had taken him in. That he was unsafe, that the ghosts of his past were back for him. Elendira sighed softly.

"No one is going to hurt you, remember? You have Knives to take care of you."

Legato brightened at his name. Elendira tried to not be too offended at how he obviously favored Knives in this state. "Would you like to go to him now?"

Legato nodded eagerly, unfurling from his position and standing on wobbly legs. How long had he been sitting there? Elendira made a mental note to check in on him more often. He must be stressed with his current workload to be regressing suddenly like this. "C'mon, I'll take you to his chambers."

~

Legato sat stiffly on the edge of Knives' bed, eyes downcast. Elendira and Knives were standing in the doorway to the chamber, talking in low tones. Would Knives be mad at him? There was some part of Legato that knew to fear powerful men, especially while in this state. But Knives isn't a man, he reminded himself. He's an angel.

"I'll take over the rest of his duties for today. He needs to rest."

Knives nodded. "I'll take care of him. Thanks for bringing him to me."

"Of course. It's Bluesummers, you know I don't mind," Elendira said. She turned her attention to Legato and waved. "See you tomorrow, kiddo." Legato gave a small wave back. Elendira smiled and left, Knives closing the door behind her.

Legato turned his attention back towards his feet. His head felt funny, like it was underwater. He couldn't quite remember what he was doing here, in this building, or what it was he was supposed to be doing. It was making him a bit dizzy.

"Legato?"

He looked up at the sound of his name. His angel was kneeling in front of him, looking concerned. Seeing him, having him this close, put Legato at ease, quieting the confusion in his mind.

Legato must have had a funny look on his face, because Knives' expression shifted to an amused grin. "Hey, Legato. Do you want to change? Maybe into something more comfortable?" he asked softly.

Legato thought for a second. He hadn't considered it before, but the unevenness and weight of his jacket was bothering him a bit. He nodded.

His angel smiled wider. "Good, I'll go grab you something soft, ok?" As Knives stood and began to turn, Legato made a noise of protest. He didn't want to be left alone here! Knives looked back at him and must have seen the panic in his eyes. "I'm just going to get something else for you to wear, just across the room. I'll be right back, Legato, I promise."

Legato frowned. "Not leaving?"

"No, I'm just going over there to the dresser, see?" Knives pointed to the wardrobe in the worner of the room. "And then I'll be right back over here."

Legato considered his words, nodding. "Ok." He watched his angel as he moved around the room. Knives moved so gracefully and purposeful. Legato felt lucky someone so strong was taking care of him. He could feel safe here- none of the bad men were any match for his angel, after all.

Knives returned with a simple set of white pajamas. "Is this alright?" Legato felt the texture- it was nice, a little rough but not too much. He looked back up at Knives and nodded.

"Alright, good. Go ahead and change, I'll wait on the bed." He handed Legato the clothes and went to sit on the bed, facing away from him. He was always very careful not to violate his privacy in any way, all too aware of the nature of the ghosts haunting his human.

Legato hummed happily as he changed, glad to be rid of the heavy jacket as he slipped into the soft pajamas. When he finished, he crawled into the bed settling next to Knives. "M' done," Legato said with a smile.

Knives shifted to sit facing the human, taking note of his content expression. From what Elendira told him, Legato must have slipped hard and fast, so Knives was pleased that he seemed at peace now. "Good job. What would you like to do?" Knives asked.

Legato's face scrunched up as he gazed slightly above Knives' head, seemingly deep in thought. Knives tried not to laugh at how serious his expression was. When small like this, the human retained his serious demeanor, although the effect was a bit comical to Knives.

"Dunno..." Legato mumbled. "We can do what Knives wants do?"

Knives grinned. "Alright then, how about a nap? Does that sound ok?"

Legato nodded forcefully. "Yes. Nap."

Knives nodded back, trying to mimic the human's solemn nature. "Perfect. C'mon, let's lay down now."

Legato scrambled under the covers Knives held up for him, curling up in the mountain of pillows on the angel's bed. Knives tucked the blankets around the human gently, settling in next to him. "Good?" he asked.

Legato nodded, eyes already fluttering shut.

"Ok. Get some rest, Legato. I'll stay here with you." The reassurance seemed to be all the human needed to relax completely, sinking into the bed and shutting his eyes, breathing evening out.

Knives couldn't help but be endeared at how quickly Legato fell asleep. He must feel incredibly safe to be able to let his guard down around me like that, Knives thought.

It had been a handful of years since the day he had taken Legato in. At first, Knives hadn't felt particularly strongly towards him. He was useful, yes, and their first meeting had stuck out in his memory. Over time, though, Knives had come to actually trust the human. He knew how devoted Legato was to him. It was no longer a matter of simple usefulness- Knives actually cared about this human. The realization had shocked him. But now, it just made sense. Legato had been hurt by humans, used by them. Knives understood this, saw his own past in the human. Not only that, but Legato fully supported him in his mission. He trusted Knives, as insane as it was. He felt safe with him.

Knives took in a shuddering breath, watching Legato's chest rise and fall. The intensity of these feelings were foreign to him. He was used to anger, rage, grief. Not this... security. Happiness. But that's what he was feeling with his human sleeping at his side. He felt needed, appreciated in a way he had never experienced before.

"I'll keep you safe," Knives whispered. "I promise."

~

Elendira huffed in disbelief at the sight in front of her. It had been a few hours since she dropped Legato off in Knives' chambers- she was busy with the double workload she had taken on for the day. Now that she had finally finished, Elendira had returned to check on the two.

In the dim light of the chamber, she could make them out laying in Knives' frankly ridiculously oversized bed. Legato was curled into a ball, breathing softly, with Knives holding him closely to his chest. For someone who was always insisting he didn't need sleep like humans did, Knives seemed to be in a deep rest. She watched the two of them for a moment. They looked so peaceful like this. Legato hardly ever let others touch him, so it was a bit of rare sight to see them spooning like this.

With one final warm glance at the boys, Elendira turned the lights off completely, leaving Legato and Knives to rest.

#first time posting agere writing!!!!! #we dont really write often bc of how much energy it takes #but figured we should post this since its finished :D #our posts #fandom agere #trigun agere #agere fic

[paradife-loft]

while doing some various Ghost Research™ for fic purposes over the past week, one piece of information I’ve seen mentioned or implied in a couple of places* is that, while generally mourning & veneration for the dead is only performed for ancestors, people older than you - that rule doesn’t necessarily hold for Zhongyuan Jie/the Hungry Ghost festival, since part of the deal there is making offerings for any visiting ghosts that might show up to cause trouble, particularly those that were forgotten/not buried right/otherwise have reasons to be displeased and out to Cause Problems?

anyway, what I’m thinking about here because of that specific detail is. yearly visits from small unmourned violently killed toddler ghost Jin Rusong.

hot, late summer visits to Jinlintai, and a private corner in one of Jin Guangyao’s half-enclosed gardens, set up with a few plates of offerings in the style he grew up setting out, for the child he cannot publicly perform his grief for, for the child poisoned before he was even given life by his father’s failings. folk religion generally disdained by the cultivator elite, but - these customs his mother taught him are still a part of him, and his son still crosses over into the living, sad and bewildered and looking for all of what he was cut short from. how can he deny him?

(Lan Xichen watches as he lights paper money and lanterns, and offers a silent hand on his arm. he can feel the cold yin of the spirit lingering faintly nearby. he understands enough not to offer to help release it.)

#look I simply think that jinlintai deserves to be. very very haunted. #(I would really like to find a more detailed and thorough discussion of the festival so I could feel more comfortable stating anything #without approximately eight billion hedges on implications? #but ah well) #'wouldn't JRS have gotten a soul-calming ceremony and not be ghost material tho?' I hear you say and well #yes probably he would have but consider: ghost kiddo #and if he is too young to have done MUCH cultivation practise at all when he dies.... SHRUG SHRUG? #I feel like he has plenty of reason to become a hungry dissatisfied spirit when he dies #(and unless the Nies also do not do those ceremonies... we have canonical evidence that they are not a foolproof thing Either) #anyway sometimes you are hanging out kind of melancholy in a lovely blooming flower garden and it is just #you and your sworn brother/boyfriend and the unrestful ghost of your sworn brother/boyfriend's dead child who nobody talks about #('doesn't it make more sense for him to mourn his kid with qin su rather than lxc' I hear and also: yes however) #(there is simply a xiyao Vibe that is Parts Of Us That Cannot Be Acknowledged Otherwise That We Share With Each Other and so..) #(also yeah I do think it's kind of implied that a lot of superstitious/religious practises are not... taken v seriously by cultivators?) #(and so there's more reasons for why this wouldn't be a Jin Family Affair if none of the rest of them grew up with it) #(meanwhile LXC exists in the liminal space of We Were On The Run Together Outside of Cultivator Society And Normal Rules history) #no good things for the poor sad cultivators #Jin Guangyao #I suppose I will just end up. writing this post instead of fic bc that's very responsible of me

[bluepallilworld]

..........🌟

New shipkids! Killer X Cross kids 😜

Say hello to Kirpa, Kilm and Nona 🎉

Their parents are Scc!Killer and Scc!Cross

Kirpa

19 years old

Birthday : 12/04 (april) (2004 baby)

He/she/they/xe/e/it... (Give Kirpa all pronoms >:3c)

Moved out from the mansion

Easily angry

Short-tempered

Addicted to tea and coffee (tried to mix the 2 once and liked it)

Weapon only cuts the choosen targets and the knife at the tip can change size

Has a crush on Milkyway (she didn't notice)

He lose all her means in front of the girl they like.

Sassy

Absolutly hate being compared to its parents or worse being confused with a "Sans"

Avoids using any attacks a "Sans" could use despite being able to use it

Would try hard to not kill whoever xe attacks as they don't want to be called "killer"

Often talks without thinking first/doesn't mean most of what he says

Insults a lot but stays strangely polite (swear words rarely appear in those)

Finds Soot annoying and avoids them

Likes her brother Kilm but would deny that fact if asked

Is a bit weirded out by Nona

Hates seeing his parents flirt

Not good at flirting

Mer version for fun ^^

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Kilm

13 years old

He/him

Birthday : 12/04 (april) (2010 baby), funnily same as his big sibling

Easy-going boy

Rarely complains

Likes to go out and collects stuff

Brings back movies, mangas and stuff to Soot

Has a collection of masks

Due to his soul always being out, more sensible to change of temperature than the average skeleton

Morally grey

Likes his family

Main magic is magic spear summoning

Say yes to pretty much anything without thinking

The day you hear him shout or cry something truly horrible must have happened

Easily talk with anybody, isn't shy at all

Fascinated by fireworks

Nona

Adopted

She/her

Nobody really knows how old she truly is

Because sometimes she's just crawling around and being non-verbal, other times she walks and talks just fine

Nicknamed "my lil' jumpscare" by her parents

They found her in a trash bin in a ghost town

She wasn't even crying, she just stared at them and Killer found her cute so they bring her back home

Wanna be a cat when she'll be older

People often find her creepy

Probably because of the times she stared at an empty corner and started talking in latine backward

Her parents won't accept any nasty commentaries about her (she's the cutest after all)

They brought her to battles a few times and she giggled and laughed the whole time

She can eat pretty much anything (Horror likes her a lot because of that, no food waste with her)

Gets angry if anybody touch her horn

It seems she does more weird stuff when Kirpa's around for unknown reasons

Didn't show any sign of magic yet

Has been found playing in the trash a few times

Watch tv upside-down

Often sleep with her eye sockets open

Mostly listens to Killer and Cross but easily ignores others when not in a listening mood

Likes spoons and following lines on the floor

Gets sleepy after eating

Her backstory >:3

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@zu-is-here kiddos are done!

Nona's theme ! (Diofasolia)

Under a blanket fort with a cat (Clowny)

@yuriyuruandyuraart I thought it would interest you (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

@diofasolia consider this my entry for your contest (Nona for the oc) (~‾▿‾)~

#me doing artz #shipkids #Kilm #Kirpa #Nona #Kross shipkids #sancest #reference #oc reference #oc music event

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Not So Golden Opportunity (BAON)

Summary:  Usually Stretch likes getting packages in the mail, but there is always room for an exception.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationships, Hurt/Comfort

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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The knock on the front door wasn’t much of a surprise, not when it came at delivery o’clock. Stretch always had packages coming in, everything from equipment for the lab to a new t-shirt that declared he was a ‘Karaoke King’, there was always something for their delivery person to drop off. At any given time, there was enough cardboard stored in their garage waiting to get dropped off at recycle to make one heck of a box fort, and that was on his list to do with the neighborhood kiddos one of these weekends.

So, the knock on the door? Not a surprise. What they were delivering on the other hand—

“uh, wow, thanks, marty,” Stretch said, a little dubiously. Marty let out an agreeable honk and meandered their way back to their little mail truck, leaving Stretch standing there with an enormous armful of flowers from an unknown source. Couldn’t be from Edge. Sure, he’d given flowers a few times, but Edge was more of an in-person sort of guy when it came to presents.

Welp, there was only one way to find out, wasn’t there. Time to get his Velma on and look for some clues.

Stretch carried the massive thing inside and plunked it down on the coffee table to give it a closer look. It was actually a very nice floral arrangement, even Stretch could see that and he didn’t know shit about flowers or décor. Tiny sprays of white, bell-like blooms and ferny green things surrounding several huge blooms of golden flowers, the likes of which Stretch hadn’t seen in years, not since they were Underground.

Hm. Golden flowers.

The card had Edge’s name on it, but Stretch didn’t bother sneaking a peek. Mystery solves, there was only one person who would’ve had this delivered to their door and he probably made it with his own fuzzy hands. The real question was why that asshole was having flowers sent to his husband, thank you, and the only way to find out if he needed to start making plans to yank out hunks of fur with his bare hands was to ask, with the minimum of simmering jealousy possible.

“babe?” Stretch called. Edge was in the kitchen, making preparations for their new cupboards to be installed next week. “hey, c’mere a minute!”

He’d expected Edge to be pleased, he did like his flowers, heck, maybe even excited in that adorably subdued way he had, and much as Stretch could have done without any surprise packages from Ass-gore in their house, eh, he’d deal with it if they made Edge happy.

The last thing he anticipated was for Edge to stop cold halfway out the kitchen door, the fleeting expression of disgust crossing his face quickly shifting to blankness. Edge wasn’t exactly the most emotive guy out there, but Stretch was pretty good at reading his facial version of charades and right now there wasn’t so much as a twitch of the eye socket or a curl of his mouth as he said, low, “Please put that in the garage.”

“the garage?” Stretch repeated doubtfully. He looked down at the extravagant display of floral dominance in his hands and wondered if he’d heard that right. “you sure?

“Yes, because someone might notice if you put it right into the trash.” That blankness cracked, a little, enough for Edge to snap out, “Just get it out of the damn house!”

Yeah, okay, got that message loud and clear, especially since Edge was starting to look a little glowy around the hands, like he was considering a little impromptu, and violent, floral rearranging. Stretch grabbed up the offending bouquet before it could end up as target practice and shortcutted out into the garage.

Like the rest of the house, it was neat as a pin, no oil stains on this concrete floor and all the tools neatly put away on the pegboard. In the back corner was the motorcycle, shrouded in drop cloths and waiting for Edge to be able to take it out for a spin again. Didn’t seem like putting the flowers anywhere special was part of today’s theme, so Stretch stuffed the thing into the furthest spot, away from Edge’s car so he wouldn’t have to see it when he came out on his way to work tomorrow.

Job successfully achieved, Stretch dusted off his hands and teleported back inside. Edge was already gone from the living room, no surprise there, but he hadn’t gone back to the kitchen. A quick, not-at-all-frantic search found him sitting out on the front porch and that wasn’t really a surprise, either. But the cigarette in his hand? Now that blew past surprise all the way into flabbergasted shock. Far as Stretch knew, Edge hadn’t bummed a smoke in months, his general attitude towards smoking was distaste with extreme prejudice. It took a helluva lot for him to give into the urge for a quick fix to a nicotine craving. Whatever his issues were with the flowers, whether it was the gift or the person who sent them, they were bad.

“babe?” Stretch asked, cautiously, still hovering half in the house. As worried as he was, he wouldn’t push, ready to leave if Edge wanted to be alone.

Edge only shifted the cigarette to his other hand and patted the concrete next to him in silent invitation. A little relieved, Stretch came out and sat down. He dug his own cigarette out of the crumpled pack and the two of them sat hip to hip, quietly smoking. Overhead, the sky was endless sea of deep blue broken only by the occasional streak of a puffy cloud. A nice day, too nice for the unspoken questions hanging heavily in the air, but Stretch didn’t ask them. Edge would talk when he was ready and if he never was, welp, that was fine, too. Edge wasn’t the only one who could be supportive, Stretch was more than willing to take his turn under the weight.

It wasn’t until Edge tamped out his cigarette in the ashtray Stretch kept out on the porch that he spoke.

“I’m sorry,” Edge said finally. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“i think i’ll live, babe,” Stretch replied, dryly, “the wounds were superficial.” He gave Edge a gentle nudge in the side with his elbow. “you okay?”

Yeah, okay, that wasn’t pushing, thanks. Besides, it was a stupid question, because the answer was obviously going to be a ‘yes, fine’ and that’d be it.

Except that he didn’t get the obvious answer he expected.

“Not right now,” Edge said. His sockets were half-closed and instead of their yard, he seemed to be looking miles away. “I will be.” They sat in silence for a while longer, Stretch watching people walking by, waving as required and leaving Edge to his thoughts. He was lighting a second cigarette when Edge finally spoke again, softly. “Golden flowers.” The faint hitch in his voice could’ve meant nothing, if the person he was sitting with didn’t know him so well. “I haven’t seen real golden flowers in years.”

Stretch considered that. “i’m taking it they weren’t sorely missed.”

“Hm?” Crimson eye lights briefly flicked his way. “No, not at all. I hate the blasted things.”

Stretch only took a long drag and exhaled slowly, blowing a smoke ring up into that blue, blue sky. He didn’t ask or urge him to talk, simply being there if he chose to. And Edge did, slowly, as if choosing every word with care. “The only place in Underfell where golden flowers grew was the king’s chamber in New Home. My memories of that place are…not pleasant.”

Not pleasant. Yeah, like lava is a wee bit warmish or the Titanic sprung a little leak. Indisputable truths: water is wet, the sky is blue, grass is green, and any meeting with the king of all Monsters in Underfell was not pleasant.

The explanation made perfect sense, really; if Stretch’d had a minute to actually think about it instead of dividing his attention between ditching the flowers and then finding his wayward husband, he probably would have figured it out on his own. Perfect sense, yep, and that was why Stretch was torn between temptations. First, to grab Edge and hold him close, to keep him there in his arms and do whatever it took to chase away any of the mental ghosts that were creeping in, to be the protector for one damn time. And then there was the equal temptation to take that little flower arrangement on back to the source and see if he could find any handy place to stick it, because right now, he was ready to cram it so far up someone’s fuzzy buns that they’d need their dentist to help get it loose.

But Edge wouldn’t appreciate either of those options. All Stretch could do here was sit here, be here, and hope it was enough.

Stretch was so lost in his thoughts that he startled at the touch of a gloved hand as it settled gently over his bare one, sharp fingertips blunted by fabric lightly stroking his own. “He didn’t know, love. He mentioned to me in passing that he’d started working on floral arrangements again for the summer and that he’d be sending them out to Embassy employees, and I completely forgot.”

Trust Edge to know exactly what direction his thoughts were headed, right off the grid and into a little righteous revenge. Didn’t help that the things Stretch wanted to say to that excuse weren’t exactly helpful. Things like, Asgore should have been able to guess, homey reminders were only good for people who actually liked their past home, and maybe a reminder to pay some fucking attention to anything besides his own personal popularity contest was in order. Or how about suggestion for a visit to emphasis the whole ‘we don’t send my husband any gifts without pre-approval, asshole’.

None of those options were actually useful and either might actually get him banned from the Embassy this time, so Stretch kept ‘em to himself and only said, “i know.”

Then he let out a squawk as that gentle touch on his hand turned into a firm grip around his wrist and he was abruptly yanked over into Edge’s lap. He barely managed to put out his cigarette before it landed anywhere unpleasant. It took a little creative, and occasionally blatant, wriggling to get situated but in the end, he was settled across Edge’s femurs and snuggled in. His own hands were perfectly G-rated, Edge’s only slightly less so but it wasn’t like anyone on the street could see the hand he’d slipped under Stretch’s sweatshirt and settled over his sternum, right where his soul would manifest if he summoned it. Neither of them did, not yet, not out here in front of the broad daylight and the neighbors. The barest suggestion was enough for right now.

“I’m all right,” Edge murmured, and the warmth of his breath against the curve of his jaw was a tempting distraction. But Stretch wasn’t gonna forget to hand over a carefully selected piece of his mind to Asgore the next time he saw him.

Next time fuzzy ass wanted to send a present, he could stick with a gift card.

-finis

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

[claudesaulniers]

ello luv might i request a reader who looks to joseph as a father figure? i want joseph to be my dad thank you. just joseph and a dumb teenager running around raising heaps of mayhem.

a/n: HI ANYA yes you can <3

He doesn’t adopt you on purpose but he has absolutely adopted you

At first he’s like... mildly annoyed with you clinging onto him. “Pesky child.”

But then it becomes kind of endearing to him and he doesn’t really mind

He gives you head pats when you win a match

Sends death glares to the other hunters if they even THINK about hurting you

If you ever accidentally call him “dad”, he will go completely silent and just stare at you looking simultaneously really confused and really close to crying

Joseph Desnaulniers does not cry often but by god you might make him cry doing that

If you’re ever having a bad day, he’ll let you hang out in his room with him!! He’ll read you books, show you his collection of photographs, stuff like that

If you’re having a REALLY bad day he’ll be happy to listen to you vent. He’s not the best at comfort, but he’ll hold you in his arms and hear you out

He does his best to give you advice, but it’s probably not a great idea to listen to him. He’s a 60 year old ghost man from the 1800s who kills people. Please take his advice very cautiously I’m begging you

Would literally never hurt you in a match. He loves you way too much!! You’re his kiddo!! He might chase you around a little just to bug you, though. He likes attention

Has lots of nicknames for you like “dearest”, “darling”, etc

This isn’t really a headcanon and is a little out of character but bonus: please consider him carrying you on his shoulders while he’s doing a match bc he didn’t wanna leave you by yourself

#anon #claude’s writings #joseph desaulniers & reader #idv x reader #identity v x reader

[ghost-go-roasty-mctoasty]

And why do they keep insisting that dean killed himself?—Because they are either too young or too willfully ignorant to understand basic biology. They can’t seem to grasp that this wasn’t a simple stab wound and it wasn’t a “nail”. It was a piece of rebar. A steel bar, with a diameter of god knows what, was forced into his back. Ya know kiddos, where the lungs, diaphram, liver, spleen, and kidneys are. Seriously, what is it you think our ribs are protecting? And it wasn’t just a straight pentration, that thing is at like, at least, a 45° angle and it’s what, 12” long? (Long enough to hit the heart or nick the aorta because newsflash your heart is actually more centered in your body than you think. It leans to the left but it is centered behind your sternum.) He says it feels like it’s right through him at one point.

So, not only does he have massive muscle, tissue, and internal organ damage but inorder to damage even a large section of his lung, it most likely broke ribs/discs to get there, and considering the strenght of vampire, that kind of force wouldn’t be unreasonable. Broken ribs + movement = very bad idea. Also, and this is so incredibly important, rebar is ribbed (and not for his pleasure) which increases the internal damage done via the initial trauma. And you can’t just yank him off it (even if it didn’t have like a 45° angle to it) because it’s RIBBED! It will act simiarly to a serrated blade. All this and I haven’t even mentioned the bacteria that would be coating that thing.

Go on and be mad about a character you loved not getting the ending you wanted for them. That’s fine (I wanted partial deaf, retirement home Winchesters randomly throwing salt at people because “damnit Sam he looked like a ghost” “you’re not allowed to drive anymore so we can’t go to the coast” “wha?!”) but for the love of sweet baby Jack, stop calling it a nail. Unless he was mind controlling the vamp, he didn’t kill himself. He didn’t “let himself die”, he was going to die regardless of his or Sam’s wants/desires. The only thing he did was ask to be let go, to not be brought back, to be at peace.

Sorry for the rant. But, GAWD, this has been irking me.

YES! All of this! Thank you! (And don't worry lol my ask box is always open for rants)

So since you basically gave me a free biology lesson, I just went and got some extra stuff.

Ok so the average length of a (male) face is 18cm (7 inches)

Let's just assume that deans face is 18cm long. I measured deans face in this picture and it is 1.5cm. The rebar is about 2.8cm. Then I worked out (not really) that the rebar is about 36cm long (gosh please don't check my maths)

The shortest bones in a rib cage are 7.6cm (2.99 inches) and the longest are 15cm (6 inches)

Ribs don't touch all the way back, there's meat and fat in between on both chest and back.

So anyway, like you said, it's not a damn nail! That thing most likely went through ribs, lungs and probably his heart.

And it was definetly really painful, it wouldn't be something that dean would do to himself on purpose. The vampire was stronger and bigger than him and had the upper hand, there was nothing dean could do.

So please stop using his death to try and validate your ship. He didn't kill himself because cass died, hell, he barely even talked about Cass, and he told Sam to forget about him.

Anyways I don't know where I was going with this and my math is probably wrong but bottom line of it all is: dean didn't kill himself.

#asks #thank you for this anon! #I didn't really have to add anything lol #anti hellers #dean winchester #anti destiel #dean didn't kill himself! #suicide tw

[iliumheightnights]

Let Me Make You Proud | Tony Stark x Son!Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Tony Stark x Son!reader

Summary: (M/N) has always wanted to make his dad proud. He not only gave up any of his aspirations and hobbies so that he could fulfill that wish, but also a part of himself. What happens when his dad starts paying attention to someone else he considers a son?

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for a long time so I’m excited. Warning there is just a little bit of Peter hate, not his fault, we still love him in this household. Also Tony is kind of a neglectful parent so just warning you. We have to have SOME angst.

(M/N) had just finished and turned in his essay which wasn’t due until next week. It was pretty simple to finish and now he can turn his attention to other things which were more important like these suit upgrades. Before he could get started he couldn’t help but have his eyes wander over to the small metal sphere sitting on his desk. This was the first BIG thing he ever made, it was just a small companion droid with an AI added into it, it was meant to be a friend for when you got lonely. He was so proud of it, he built it all without his dad’s or anyone else's help. He thought back to that day.

...

He had just finished screwing in the last bolt. “Done.” All that was left was to press the button and hopefully it wouldn’t blow up. It probably would. He stared at the bot for a while before pressing the button. The machine hummed and lit up. The machine was a large ball that when activated unfolded into a small robot with a face and arms.

“Hello. I’m PRYSM. Are you my friend?”

(M/N) could feel his smile growing. “Hello PRYSM. I’m (M/N). (M/N) Stark, and yes I’d love to be your friend. Come meet my dad!” He grabbed the little robot in his hands and dashed out of the room. He ran down to where he knew his dad was, the lab. Always the lab.

“Dad! Dad! Look what I made!”

Tony was hunched over his work bench typing away at something (M/N) couldn’t see. He didn’t even look up to see his son. “I’m a little busy right now bud, can it wait?”

(M/N) could feel his smile dropping. “Yeah...sure dad. What are you working on?”

Again without looking up from his work. “Important suit things. Can you please go upstairs? I need to concentrate.”

(M/N) was no longer excited to say the least. “Sure dad.”

The walk back to his room felt so much longer than it did, and PRYSM felt much heavier in his hands. Returning to his room he sat on his bed and sat PRYSM down beside him. “You’re sad. Why are you sad?”

“It’s nothing PRYSM. I just wish my dad would have looked at you.”

“He said he would later, what’s the problem (M/N)?”

“He lied PRYSM. He always lies.” He could feel the tears starting to build up in his eyes. Suddenly he felt arms wrap around him. He looked to see PRYSM hugging him. 

“I’m sorry he lied. I’m sorry you’re sad. But I’m here! I’m your friend and if you want to talk I’ll listen.”

(M/N) couldn’t but help but let out a small huffed laugh and hug them back. “Thanks PRYSM.”

“Anytime.”

…

Snapping out of his thoughts he turned back to the plans. He couldn’t get his head into it no matter how hard he tried. He eventually gave up and walked out of his room. The tower had grown significantly ever since all the avengers moved in here but it did feel nice to have more people. However, even with more people he couldn’t help but feel more alone.

The avengers have all become like family to him and they all love him, he just wished his dad did too. He knows his dad loves him, but after a while you quit believing in fairytales. That won’t stop him though, he just wants to make his dad proud. That got a lot more difficult after the battle of new york.

…

New York was on fire. It had been a normal day, people going about their daily life when suddenly there were aliens descending from a giant hole in the sky. (M/N) was on his way back to the tower when it happened. He just started running as more and more things were destroyed around him. Some of the aliens had flown right above him as he kept running, all he had to do was get to the tower.

Just get to the tower. It was a simple plan but things could never just be simple could they. Just as the doors of the tower came into view one of those aliens jumped in front of him. It screamed at him and he took a sharp turn down one of the many allies of New York. He realized his mistake as he found himself at a dead end, he could hear the alien coming closer. “Fuck. What do I do now?” The alien finally reached him and raised it’s rifle at him. He brought his arms to cower expecting the sweet release of death, that didn’t come however. Opening his eyes he noticed he was surrounded by some sort of force field. The alien kept firing it’s weapon at the shield. “Stop!” He shouted and reached his hand out for the alien to stop but as he did that the force field shot out throwing the alien against the wall knocking it out. “What just happened?”

…

Of course he didn’t tell his dad. His dad hated magic, he was already thinking his dad hated him what would have happened if he told his dad he had magic? Everything he had been working on would have been thrown out the drain. He was still lost in his head when he entered the common room he hadn’t even realized someone was talking to him.

“Earth to (M/N). Hello.”

“What?” (M/N) focused his eyes and saw it was Clint talking to him.

He loved all the avengers but Clint was always his favorite. He was pretty much more of a father to him then his own dad was. He always made sure (M/N) was okay and being taken care of. The two had become so close Clint was the only one to know about (M/N)’s powers. He knew Clint had a bad time with magic thanks to Loki but he didn’t have anyone to talk to about it and just kind of spilled it on the poor man. Clint, being the amazing person he was, was incredibly understanding and supportive of (M/N) even offering to help him figure out how to control it. He really was (M/N)’s true dad.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. You okay kid?” Clint’s face held that fatherly concern.

“Yeah I’m fine. I was just thinking. Maybe I should get my head out of the clouds.”

“No way! When you have your head in the clouds you always come up with the best ideas.”

“You’re just saying that to be nice.”

“No seriously. Just look at PRYSM they’re amazing and you did that on your own.”

“Thanks Clint you always know what to say.” 

“Anytime Kiddo. Seriously, always here for you.”

(M/N) continued on to the kitchen passing by some of the others like Steve and Natasha. Giving them a smile and a hello. The avengers loved him, but they also knew he was hurting. They tried talking to Tony about it but he only brushed them off saying (M/N) knew he loved him. They didn’t like that excuse so they took it on themselves to show their love to him. Entering the kitchen he was met with the grinning face of none other than the scarlet witch herself. “Afternoon (M/N).”

“Afternoon Wanda. Where’s Cosmo?”

“Very funny.” The two grinned at each other. It didn’t last long as her face dropped into a frown. “That spider kid is coming over soon.”

(M/N) looked down at the ground and crossed his arms. “Why? He upgrading his suit? Repairs?”

“I don’t know. All I know is your dad wants all of us to have, in quotes, a nice family dinner.”

“Sounds like the red wedding all over again.”

“Ha. I agree. I just thought I’d warn you.”

“Thanks wanda I guess I should prepare myself.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be okay.”

“You say that now.”

He walked out of the kitchen and decided to go see what his dad was doing. To at least try and talk with him before Peter got here. Recently he has been spending more and more time with him and everytime he sees them together they look...happy. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous of Peter. He pretty much got Tony to be his dad, while (M/N) was left behind.

As he approached the lab he heard laughing. Normally he would think it would be Bruce joking around with his dad, but this laughter wasn’t the same as Bruce’s. This laughter was a lot lighter. Peter. 

He stopped at the door and listened in. Peter was in the middle of telling his dad some story about one of his patrols. “And then I tied up all the bad guys and saved the people. But I had to get out of there fast because the cops were rolling up.” Tony laughed at that. “You did good kid. I’m proud of you.”

It felt like the entire world stood still. Those were the words (M/N) always wanted to hear from his father, but never did. What he didn’t expect even more was the next exchange that came about.

“Thanks dad.”

“Anytime,son.”

It felt like a void had suddenly grown in (M/N)’s stomach. If they had been joking it would have been one thing. But there was no light heartedness behind those words, only love. Everything that (M/N) had been giving and trying to receive back for years was just exchanged like that with some kid who wasn’t his son. But apparently more of a son than him. He didn’t hear the rest of the conversation, he didn’t want to. He just let his feet lead him back to his room.

He stayed there locked in his room for hours. He thought of everything he had done in his life for his father. He gave up almost all of his hobbies: writing,painting,singing, all of it. He gave it up so that he could follow in his father's steps and giant shadow. He wanted to be able to show his dad that he could take over Stark Industries and hopefully make him proud. This isn’t the life he wanted, He wanted to be able to go out and see friends. To travel the world. To just be a kid. He just wanted to be loved by his father. It was like he was falling off a large building and there was no safety net to catch him.

He was woken up by a knocking at his door. He hadn’t even realized he had fallen asleep. The door opened and Clint popped his head in. “Dinner’s ready kiddo.”

(M/N) groaned. “Coming.” He got off his bed and followed Clint to the table. The table was enormous, it was of course supposed to fit all the avengers. Most everyone was already sitting. (M/N) couldn’t help but notice how Peter sat right next to Tony. In the seat (M/N) normally sat at. Fan-fucking-tastic. The only seats left really were at the end so (M/N) sat at the very end facing his father on the other end while Clint sat next to him. Luckily wanda was on the other side of him. At Least he has these two. Everyone started getting into their food. There were a couple conversations going on all over the table. Steve cracking jokes with Nat and Bucky. Bruce talking to Peter about some equation. The noise just kind of drowned everything out, until Tony’s broke through it all. 

“So (M/N). How was your day?” It got very quiet at the table. It’s not like the two haven't talked but it never has been like how family talked to each other, more like acquaintances.

“It was fine.”

“That's it? Just fine? You were in your room all day. You should come out more.”

“I do come out. I just had a lot of work to get done today.”

“What kind of work?’

“Just a school Essay. I wanted to get it done so I could focus on other things.” He was focusing anywhere but his father.

“That’s good. Making sure to get the important things done. Very smart.”

It got quiet after that. You could pretty much hear a pin drop. Until Tony spoke up again. “So I wanted to get all of us together to have dinner because I have an announcement. As you know I’ve been trying to juggle both iron man duties and Stark Industries with Pepper but it has got to be just too much. So I have taken this time to step back from Stark Industries and I have decided on someone who I think can take good care of the company in my place...Peter.”

It was in the moment that (M/N)’s entire world shattered before him. Everything he had done, everything he had sacrificed had been for nothing. He tried so hard to make his father proud and this is what he gets. His father’s legacy given to a kid that swings around in a onesie.

“Pete and I have already talked about it. Pepper can handle everything on her own right now with some assistants but down the line Peter will take over-”

Tony was cut off by the sound of breaking glass. Everyone turned to look at (M/N) who was looking down, his fist was closed and the parts of his broken glass littered the end of the table.

“I’m done.” It was barely a whisper.

“(M/N)-” Wanda started to say.

“I AM DONE!” (M/N) shouted. “I HAVE GIVEN UP EVERYTHING FOR YOU! I HAVE TRIED FOR SO LONG TO MAKE YOU PROUD! ALL I HAVE EVER WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO LOVE ME AND YOU CAN’T EVEN DO THAT! NO YOU HAVE TO GO OFF AND REPLACE ME BECAUSE I AM SUCH A DISAPPOINTMENT TO YOU! I’M FUCKING DONE!” (M/N) pushed himself out of his seat and started walking back to his room. Before he left the kitchen however, he couldn’t help but notice the lego death star that was built up, Peter had brought that over to show Tony. Fuck it, Fuck them. (M/N) let his powers loose and lifted the set before throwing it across the room letting it hit the wall, smashing into pieces.

“My lego set!” 

(M/N) heard enough and walked off.

“(M/N)!” Clint called after him followed by Wanda. Tony just sat at the end of the table speechless. He didn’t realize he was hurting his son so much.

…

“You’ll be okay you know.”

(M/N) looked down at his friend and smiled. He kneeled down to talk to them better. “I hope so. I just don’t know if I’m strong enough.”

“You’re are. You’re strong enough and more. I know it.”

“Thanks PRYSM. You always know how to make me feel better.” After the whole dinner fiasco (M/N) decided to bring PRYSM back online. It had been years since their last talk. “WOW you’ve got sooooo big!” He loved that PRYSM still cared for him, even after everything. He made sure to tell them everything that happened at dinner and how he felt about it.

There was a knock on the door yet (M/N) didn’t move to open it. Whoever tried to open the door, however (M/N) locked it so no one could enter. The mystery person was finally revealed when they spoke through the door. “(M/N).” It was his dad.

“I’m sorry. I am so...so sorry. I hadn’t realized I was hurting you so bad. I never wanted to hurt you. I know it doesn’t mean anything to you now. I understand if you hate me now...I’d hate me too. I told myself when you were born that I wouldn’t be anything like my father...I didn’t realize that I would become worse than him. I wasn’t trying to replace you, I would never replace you. I love you. You aren’t a disappointment to me. I want you to know that...and I am so proud of you. I thought that you wanted to go out and see the world. I didn’t want to force you to take Stark Industries...I should have asked you. I should have talked with you. I should have been there for you so many times, Everyone tried to tell me. I wouldn’t listen though, I thought...I don’t even know anymore.” His voice was barely holding together now and truth be told (M/N) was barely keeping it together in his room. “I’m sorry. Please...let me try harder. I’ll try harder. I can’t lose you.”

(M/N) made no moves to open the door. He wasn’t about to forgive him so easily, maybe he wouldn’t forgive him at all. When he heard his dad’s footsteps fade away he spoke quietly. Barely above a whisper. “You’ve already lost me.” PRYSM rolled up to him and engulfed him in another hug. “I know people usually say you’ll have to forgive a person eventually. But that’s not true, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I want you to know that whatever you decide I support you and I will be here for you.” The tears that were barely being held back were let loose at that, and (M/N) quickly hugged PRYSM back. 

The two stayed like that for a long time. Eventually the door was knocked on again. “(M/N).” Clint. “Can I come in?” He didn’t move for a bit but then got up and unlocked the door. He moved back to his bed and PRYSM as Clint entered. “Hey PRYSM.” 

“HEY CLINT IT IS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN. But under such sad circumstances.”

“Hey can you give us a second?”

“Oooohhh, of course. I’ll just be over here.” PRYSM rolled off after that.

Clint sat beside (M/N) on the bed. Not saying anything for a bit. “That was some show you put on there kiddo.”

“I’m sorry for doing a Luke skywalker on the death star. But I won’t apologize for what I said.”

“I’m not here for that. What you said needed to be said. It’s been needing to be said for a long time and I’m proud of you for doing it.” 

“I did just out myself as a magic user to everyone.”

Clint laughed at that. “Yeah. You should have seen every one they were so confused. Especially Wanda and your dad. Wanda was surprised you didn’t tell her.”

“I should have.”

“That was up to you.” Clint turned to look at him. “Listen. I have always considered you a son to me. Which is why telling you this isn’t easy. You are at a crossroads right now. You have spent your whole life trying to fill your father’s shoes but now you don’t have to. I think this is where YOUR story begins.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean. I think you should go. Go explore the world. Try new things, meet new people. Discover who YOU are. You have spent your entire life trying to be Tony Stark; it's time for you to be (M/N) Stark. It won’t be easy. You’ll face a lot of challenges out there and you might fail a bunch of times, But I know you are strong enough to get back up. Go make friends, fall in love. And when it’s time,come back.” his face falters a bit. “Or...don’t. I want you to live YOUR life. If what you want is to never come back and just move on, then do it. I will always love you kiddo and I just want you to be happy.”

(M/N) pulled the man into a big hug as tears began to stream down his face. He might not be his biological dad, but that didn’t matter; he always loved him like he was. “Oh here’s something’s you might need. Just some extra money, a phone without a tracer and some basic necessities. See ya Kiddo.” With that Clint got up and left. PRYSM re entered the room.

“Clint told me I could come back in so blame him.”

(M/N) laughed at his friend. “It’s alright. Hey...Wanna go on an adventure with me?”

“Um Always!”

“Then let’s go.” (M/N) grabbed the bag of supplies and put some clothes in it. He opened the door letting PRYSM leave first before closing the door to his room for the last time in a very long time.

A/N: PHEW that was a big one. The biggest one I’ve ever written I hope you all like it. And yes eventually there will be a part 2 because there is still so much for it that I want to write like some reconnecting and such but (M/N) has to go on some self discovery first. Also LOVE PRYSM and imagined them to look like GORTYS from tales from the borderlands so enjoy. I really hope you liked it and keep an eye out for the next one.

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[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Hi! I love your writing! Can you maybe write companions reacting to Shaun calling them mom/dad, maybe when theyre in trouble (like raiders attacking their settlement/home)? Have a good day!

Cait:

“Yeah! Get them mama!”

Had she not been any better with her reflexes, the little boy’s words may have ended up landing her missing a few teeth. There just so happened to be a raider dumb enough to try to break into your little home, so naturally..Cait goes in for the swinging once she made sure they didn’t have a gun on them.

With one final swift punch to the invaders head, Cait seized victory once again- and yet..all she could think about was the way that the child calling her that made her feel. She probably wouldn’t even outwardly acknowledge it- but once it was just the two of you in your own privacy, she’d confess that she was terrified.

Curie:

“Hey mom, do you need any help with the labs today? It looks really neat- I bet you could teach me all kinds of stuff.”

The second she heard what the little boy said, her heart swelled 10x in size just from pure joy. “Well of course you can, just make sure to wear the proper safety equipment, sweetheart.” She’d respond, giving Shaun a pair of safety glasses and wearing one of the sweetest, most proudest grins ever imaginable upon her face.

Danse:

Even though he wasn’t really a light sleeper, Danse had the ability to wake up as soon as someone entered the room. This was of course true when your son nudged the door open, his blanket slung messily over his shoulder and his eyes wide.

Once he realized who it was, Danse relaxed the slightest bit. “What’s wrong, Shaun?” He’d ask with a voice ladened with a hefty sleepiness.

“I-I’m scared, Dad. I had a nightmare and it- it just seemed..*sniffle*..it seemed so real.”

Suddenly the sleep would be knocked right of Paladin when his mind caught on to what the small child just said. Him? Dad?

Blinking away the shock, Danse tilted his head toward your peacefully sleeping body. “Here, come see son.” He’d urge with a yawn, waiting for the little boy to climb between you and him. Once snug, he’d then wrap his arm around the both of you.

Just when had he become so lucky?

Deacon:

“You’re really the best, Dad.”

Upon hearing such a bold assertion from the child, Deacon would stand in pause for just a mere moment. Chills would race up and down his spine as he stared down at the wondrously kind eyes lovingly peering back up at him. As much as he desired to keep looking back, a smirk would ghost his lips- thankfully he was able to concoct a little bullshit response on the fly.

“Yeah, ya ain’t too bad yourself either kiddo. You take after your dad.” He’d affectionately tease back, patting the child on the shoulder.

Gage:

If there was one thing that kids were, Gage learned that they were inquisitive little shits. Your own child was a testament to that statement. Just when Gage thought he could relax, up comes Shaun with an array of questions ready to shoot.

“Pa, why do you wear an eyepatch? Did something happen or are you just saving that eye’s strength?”

Gage coughed whenever he realized what Shaun used as his opener. Nuka-cola spurted from the raider’s nose, causing him to sputter as he wiped it away with the back of his hand.

“Come again?” He’d ask with one huge green eye, trying not to cough a lung up in the process.

He was happy though, even if he might’ve killed himself choking on nuka-cola.

Hancock:

It was honestly alerting to see how shocked he was that this happened. He knew goodneighbor was no place for his son but..he never expected this to happen. While down at the third rail, some deranged man came down demanding money- pulling out a gun as he spoke.

“Papa, please...are we going to be okay?” Shaun’s terrified eyes bore straight into the ghoul’s very soul, making his heart break despite how happy he should’ve felt after hearing those words.

Putting a hand atop the boy’s shoulder, Hancock made sure to keep both of their bodies below the table. “Of course we are kiddo, you just sit here and don’t make a sound.”

And with that, Hancock would spring up and shoot his way to safety- he had to. His son was there after all.

Macready:

Having two little boys in the house was already bad enough. Having two of them similar in age and just as troublesome as each other? Whew, it was an understatement to say that you and Mac had your plates full.

Luckily with his experience, things weren’t entirely hectic. Just like now..

You had managed to come home right on time to catch Mac mid-scolding. His hat nearly falling from his head as he cashed his gaze down at the pouting children in front of him .

“I don’t care how much fun it is, you two can’t go around spooking the neighbors. That’s the best way to get shot, for fu-..for Pete’s sake.” You couldn’t barely hold in your chuckle at your lover’s choice of words, since when had he become so dramatic?

“Sheesh, chill dad..” Shaun spoke, dismissing his adoptive father with a wave of his hand before he and Duncan promptly ran off- leaving a completely dumbfounded Mac to sit and process what just happened.

Did his two sons really just dismiss him like that? Did Shaun...did Shaun just call him dad?

Maxson:

It was all Maxson had wanted. This feeling of belonging..it was amazing. It was something that even the brotherhood and all it’s devoted members couldn’t provide him.

“Hey Dad, you alright?” Shaun’s little voice pierced through Arthur in a way that wasn’t at all painful, yet somehow hit him like a freight train.

It was then that Maxson realized he had been staring, jaw hanging. “W-what? No, I mean..yes, yes I’m alright Shaun. Is everything okay?” Real smooth, don’t worry, Arthur promptly begins to beat himself up over it.

Though confused, Arthur was so, so very happy.

Nick:

“Da, are you coming or what?”

Immediately, Nick assumed he had overheated. Surely there was no possible way Shaun was calling him...no. Blinking a few times, one could even hear the low whir of his servos fire up as he tried to process what just happened. Once he finally realized that yes, that was indeed reality- a huge smile would grace the synth’s face in response. In an attempt not to “lose his cool”, Nick would just simply nod and follow along- replaying the entire thing in his head over and over again.

Old Longfellow:

He had expected “Grandpa” before he got a “dad” out of the little boy, if he even got that! Honestly he didn’t expect much, he loved the kid but..come on, he’s some old man kissing up on the child’s mama/papa. With that being said, for the first time in quite a while, joy like sparklers- erupted all throughout the old man’s body whenever Shaun tugged his coat one rainy day and-

“Can I please come with you, pa? I’ll need to learn how to fix those condensers up one day anyways!”

Piper:

Piper, of all people, didn’t really think she’d be so happy being so..so domestic. Not a single article written, not a single story hunted down for the day or anything- just family time. Just you, her, Nat, and Shaun.

Much like your day, the night also consisted of this calmness. Only coming to an end whenever it was officially bed time.

“I love you ma, good night.” Shaun sleepily muttered, turning around in the process so he could get comfortable and ready to sleep.

That was probably for the best, for as soon as she heard those magical little words, Piper’s eyes welled with tears without warning- only spilling whenever she was back in the comfort of her own room with you at her side.

Preston:

“Pa, are you sure you and mom won’t be gone for too long?”

The words stopped Preston dead in his tracks. Yes, it was his duty as your lieutenant- and your own as General, to respond to distress calls whenever they were made..so that unfortunately left your poor son in the care of your other companions more often than you’d like- more so, more than Preston would care for.

It was things like this that made him consider retiring all together.

Turning around, Preston would kneel down in front of the child, happiness shining in a luminous way within his dark eyes. “I..I promise you that we’ll be back before you even miss us, son.”

“Impossible, I miss you and mama already.”

Sturges:

“Dad, I’m scared..”

The very second he heard the little boy trembling in his arms whisper, the synth man felt cold fear flow through his veins. Raiders, always fucking raiders.

It was normal at this point for them to show up every now and then, usually you’d just chase them off with your flashy guns and whatnot- and you were doing that- but while you were out being the hero, it was Sturges prime duty to ensure shaun’s safety. As such, he’d take the little boy to their usual hiding spot and try to get him to be quiet...but that? That was enough to make him want to personally go out there and rip a raiders head off. How dare they scare his..his son?

“Shhh, I’ve gotcha little buddy..you just hang in tight.”

X6-88:

(I honestly don’t see how this could happen with Shaun in particular- even with the whole au I use with Maxson and Shaun dynamics- Shaun would still know X6 as that cool dude that teleported him back and forth.)

-sorry this took so long, hope you liked it.

#fallout #fallout 4 #paladin danse #fo4 companions #fallout companions #elder maxson #danse #porter gage #curie #arthur maxson #brotherhood of steel #cait #deacon #hancock #macready #fo4 #nick valentine #nuka world #piper wright #preston garvey #x6 88 #fallout 4 companions

[potatoesforash]

Ghostbur x reader- Ghostly love

Y/n’s POV

Walking along the path to the clearing in the forest where my cottage resides I notice a change in the weather and very quickly realise it was beginning to rain. Sighing to my self I start to slow my pace in walking enjoying the rain as it hit my skin. My cloak getting soaked but at this moment I could care less and that's when I hear it, a voice coming from behind me. It was soft almost distant but it was loud enough for me to hear. Looking in front of me I see my cottage that I could just run to but out of the kindness of my hart I turn to look at the person behind me. I was shocked to find a pale man with a large gash in his middle looking at me as if nothing happened.

"Hi sorry to bother you but do you think I could possibly come in?" the strange man said

"you see I'm a ghost and I melt in the rain and I would really not like to be out here for long" he added to his previous statement rubbing the back of his ghost head

"Uhh sure thing bud" I say telling him to follow me. Walking into my home the man follows behind rather fast and sits him self in front of my couch facing the fire place that was still blazing.

"This is a nice place you have here" He said looking back at me "If you don't mind me asking what aesthetic is this? Its nice but confusing" He asks

"Oh its Dark Academia and Cottage core mixed into one I um I picked it up from my old friend who taught me everything I know" I say trying not to drop any hints that could get me possibly killed by Dream

"So he was like your professor?" He asks looking at me with a twinkle in his eye

"you could say that" Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Turning to face the door that I hadn't moved from since we got in opening it slightly to find two rather tall men in front of me one with pink hair and one with blonde hair covered by a hat of some sorts, suddenly I feel the ghost man's presence behind me.

"Hello, can I help you two men?" I ask politely opening the door more for them to get a proper look at me

"Yes you can we were told that you could help us with a little problem" the blonde man starts all of a sudden the ghost behind me shouts a loud Phil and the blonde and Pink haired men look at me suspiciously. The pink man quickly draws his sword and holds the tip of it to my thought

"Why is Ghostbur here?" the man asks me with his rough sounding voice

"If I was you I would put your sword down before you regret it" I respond and he just chuckles at me

"What are you going to do-" He asks but is quickly shut up when his sword has been thrown into the clearing far enough away from him so he could not reach it without having to move away from the door. He slowly looks at my hands to see that I have a stick (so he thought) in my hand

"What did you do?" He asks in a threatening tone

"I warned you but you did not heed it so I will ask you this once and once only who-" before I got to question the men in front of me ghostbur spoke up interrupting me

"This is my brother Technoblade and this is my dad Philza" pointing at both the men "she was just letting me stay till it stopped raining she meant no harm" he says putting a hand on my shoulder making a shiver run up my spine, his hand was freezing like ice, Looking back at the two men in front of me I come to the conclusion to speak up finaly

"What did you two want? And how did you find this place" Techno looked at me like he wanted to kill me and Phil just sighs and takes off his hat

"us three where supposed to come find you together but Wil here wandered off and found you we where told you where a necromancer of some kind and where hoping that you could bring my son here back from the dead?" Phil asked with hopeful eyes

"I-I'm sorry I don't do that anymore not since Dream had threatened me with execution if I ever did it again considering what happened the last time" I say looking back at the eyes of this ghosts father "But I can provide warmth, tea and shelter considering night is falling near and it hasn't stopped raining." I say giving Phil a sad smile

"That would be wonderful thank you..." He stops realising that I haven't told any of them my name

"Oh its Y/n my names Y/n" I say moving to the side to let the boys into my house which they gladly step in out of the cold.

*Time skip to later on in the night*

Ghostbur's POV

Me and Y/n sat on her couch enjoying each others company while Phil and Techno shared her bed.

"I just realised your the necromancer that Tommy keeps going on about!" I shout with a chuckle

"Tommy? As in the kid who came to me because he needed some where to hide because of my brother Dream?" she says to me and I look at her shocked

"Your brother is Dream?" I ask in a quiet scared voice like she would hurt me at any time

"Hey don't worry I'm not going to hurt you I'm nothing like the heartless basterd of a brother I have, he threatened me with execution his own sister, so ive got nothing for him anymore" she says tears welling in her eyes. Reaching out to touch her cheek with my icy hand I wipe any tears that had been shed away from her cheek. I look at her up and down and only now I realise that she has a scar running over her eye brow and down towards her soft looking lips. I let out a sight and pull her into a hug rubbing their back giving them a kiss on the head. It was around four thirty in the morning when I realise she fell asleep in my cold dead arms. I can't help but think, think that if I had been alive when I met her maybe then I would stand a chance to get with her. Wait no bad Ghostbur you have only just met her...But for some reason I cant help but be infatuated with her. Just everything about this young woman interests me. Her pretty H/l H/c hair, her E/c eye's and her soft pink lips that just look pleasant to feel against my own. But I have just met her so why do I feel like this? Why do I feel this way about her?

"Son?" I hear Phil's voice come from in front of me "Why are you crying?" He asks looking confused

"Dad, I um It's uh It's stupid really" I say wiping my own tears away

"You can tell me kiddo" He says smiling sitting in front of the glowing fire

"Dad when you met mum how did you know that you like her?" I ask subconsciously rubbing Y/n's back

"Well your mother was all I could think about at any point of the day, Why do you ask son" He replied looking at me in the eyes making me look back down at the sleeping girl on my chest to which he lets out a small 'oh'

"I don't know what to do i just met her and she's all I can think about and it feel so wrong yet so right but I'm also dead and I just I don't know any more Phil!" I say getting louder as I go on feeling Y/n stir in my arms i stop and look down at her seeing that she was still asleep I look back at Dad to see him smirking

"Well I think you've got a chance considering that were the only people she talks to other than villagers for trades" He says getting up and patting me on the shoulder "Try to get some sleep son" with that he walks away back to bed to sleep

*Time skip to 4 months down the line cuz I'm a lazy writer*

Y/n's POV

It's been four months since I met Ghostbur and I met and I have found myself slowly falling for the dead man. But the one thing that has made me realise that is the fact that he has basically moved in with me. But what I didn't realise is that through the forest from my clearing there is a snow biome where Techno's retirement home was sat. But that meant that when my brother went to find Tommy at Techno's house I got a lovely visit from my dick head of a brother.

"Why hello there sister, Ghostbur" He said just waltzing in my front door

"Dream what do you want?" I say to him with an angry look

"What can I pay a visit to my sister?" he asked coming farther into my home that used to be ours till he left for the SMP

"You don't get to say that I'm your sister after you threatened to kill me" I say looking him in that blank lifeless looking mask with the twisted psychopathic smile painted in black.

"Oh sister dearest you know why I threatened you with that and you know what you did to our mother" He said looking over at Ghostbur who had a confused face "Oh you haven't told your little friend here what you did? How you killed our mother in cold blood?" he said trying to gas light me to get a bad reaction out of me

"That's quite enough Dream. I want you to get out of my house now. And I never. Never want you to step foot inside of this house for as long as you live" I say in anger drawing my sword and pointing it at him. He rises his hands in the air and spins on his heels towards the door starting to retreat out of here

"Okay sister but just so you know I will not hesitate to kill you if you step out of line" He said disappearing out of my line of sight. After what felt like eternity I felt Ghostbur's hand on my shoulder and turn me towards his cold body pulling me into a hug

"was what he said...True?" he asks me all I can do is nod my shaky ands grab onto his jumper

"I'm sorry, I if you hate me that's fine I probably deserve it" I say into his chest

"hay no, I don't hate you I just want to know what happened" he said rubbing my back softly

"I...I was born with magic but only one person every one hundred years is born....so at the age of sixteen some people came to take me away but my mum got in the way and....they killed her and well Dream has blamed me for it saying I killed her that it was my fault...But I would never kill my own mother I loved her so much and so if you go outside to the back of the house there is a small grave for her that I made after he left that same day for the SMP when he was seventeen and that's the day he threatened to execute me if I ever try to bring those people anywhere near him so... after they taught me magic they left and they swore never to come near me again" I explained to him all of a sudden Wil let go of me and ran to his room and came back with something blue in his hands

"Your sad hare have some blue it will make yo better" he said handing me the blue automatically making me feel better

"Thank you Ghostbur I feel better now" I say looking up at him to find him staring at me with admiration on his face "hey Will? you okay there?" I ask him but I got no response but before I could ask him again I felt a cold pressure press on my lips It took me a couple seconds before I realised that it was the ghost boys lips and kissed back putting one of my hands on his cheek and the other on his shoulder his hands going around my waist. Pulling away from his lips and press my forehead to his and giggle.

"Phil told me I needed to do that at some point" he said a small smile on his face "I um Y/n if you couldn't already tell I really like you and I would love for you to be my girlfriend" He said to me

"Of course Will! I really like you too" I say leaning back into his cold soft lips kissing him again this time for longer than the last. Every kiss got longer and longer before eventually we where sat on the couch making out. But the make out session was cut short when the loud child burst into the house with Phil shouting after him and Techno not far behind him all three stopping at the door when they see the sight before them and Will And I pull away from each other embarrassed

"Well then... uh I think we will come back later come on boys" Phil says dragging his two other sons out behind him shutting the door quickly leaving me and Ghostbur alone again both of us look at each other and we start laughing soon enough falling asleep in each others arms in front of the crackling fire.

And Ghostbur swore that he could feel warmth after months of not being able to feel it and it was all because of me and loving the sweet ghost boy.

Ayyyyyyy its me here and have this sweet fluff for Ghostbur but I didn't plan on spending four fucking hours on this. Its longer than I spend on my school work which hopefully shows my dedication to this poor book.

#wilbur soot x reader #ghostbur #dream smp #x reader #fluff #fanfics

[fayesdiary]

6, 8, 9, 31, and 40 for the Fates asks! ❤

6) Who’s your favorite of the Hoshidan siblings?

Even after finishing Fates I still don't have a definitive answer😅 Sometimes it's Hinoka, sometimes it's Takumi and Sakura! Overall I'd say the three are on the same same level.

Ryoma is a bit lower, though he did grow on me after Conquest.

8) What’s your opinion on Corrin?

I answered a whole ask game about them a while ago, so to keep it short: Overhated, underrated, loveable dork with an interesting arc, really wish they weren't an avatar.

9) What’s your opinion on Azura?

She's one of those characters that I like more in theory than in practice.

Don't get me wrong, I do like her, and I think her story and background are great as well as her design her voice, but the thing about her is that she's stoic to a fault in an attempt to make her mysterious.

And like I know that's the point, but I guess I just wished she had more moments where she felt more open and vulnerable? I have an inch that if Fates was fully voice acted I wouldn't have this complaint because it would be shown by her tone of voice.

Her backstory is really great though, and gets more sad the more you think about it because of course she's this way, she's a survivor of Valla who likely watched her mother die because of the curse, she lived for years in a hellscape of a court where she's traumatized and as a LOT of trust issues (her young Heroes alt is heartbreakingly wonderful). What I'm getting at, it makes sense that she became so reserved that she probably has no idea how to open up to her loved ones even when she wants to, but still...

Also, unrelated to this whole thing, but I love that her endcard says scholars think she was a spirit in human form, it's so mystical and reminds me of FE4 (not spoiling how), and it's great they even gave it a nod in Heirs of Fate where she's a ghost guiding the kiddos to save the world and her son!

Yes I'll take every chance I get to gush about Heirs of Fate

31) Favorite platonic relationship?

Azura and Sakura!

Together they're really sweet, even more when you consider that Azura feels comfortable enough around Sakura to prank her with ghost stories and feeling happy, their support together is when Azura is at her most easygoing, too! And again, this is Azura we're talking about, the one who's always stoic and level-headed, it speaks volumes that she feels comfortable enough around Sakura to actually tease her, and you see a glimpse about how much they care about each other even in Conquest!

She's not that open even with Corrin.

40) Freebie! Talk about anything Fates-related that’s on your mind🌊

This game is way too long and I wish it was shorter, I was really starting to feel the fatigue when I started Rev.

Honestly inflated length is not a complaint I have not just with this game and not just with this series, more like most AAA games these days.

And, apparently, 3H is even longer. Joy.

On a more positive note, it's no wonder BR>CQ>RV is the suggested order, the three routes really flow well one after another and drop more and more clues on what's actually happening, with Rev then topping it off with the catharsis factor of seeing Hoshido and Nohr teaming up after all the stupid shit in the first two routes!

Also, fun fact, there are no bandits in Fates besides maybe paralogues and somehow I realized it after finishing the whole game, which is funny since earlygame bandits are a staple of the franchise😂

Fates ask game

#fire emblem #fire emblem fates #fe14 #fates ask game #ask replies #iturbide #my rambles #thank you for the ask! <3 #corrin #azura #sakura

[nostalgic-pancakes]

F is for friends who do stuff together - the awake at 2 AM remix

Joan needs a swear jar, Talyn's a lightbulb, Valerie is tired and valid, and Thomas+Sides are very confused)

Summary- Thomas has had his sides around for... a long time. That's for sure. And he knows that nobody else can see them (except maybe Lilly, but she has sides too, so).

Pairings- Pintroverts, Thomas and friends, Thomas and Sides

Read on AO3

Word count- 2666

Warnings- It has character!everyone, and NOT their real life counterparts. Please remember this.

Other notes- AU where instead of Vine, c!Thomas left chemical engineering for signing with a really dope theatre company with his friends. He still meets Nico at the mall, but Nico's a new writer for the company! All the sides are friends too! Enjoy!

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Look, the first time was an accident, okay? Joan was tired and a bit incoherent and what was Thomas supposed to do?!! Leave them be? No! So Joan ended up staying the night.

Except, the next morning was when everyone had entered the courtroom together and they'd gotten WAY too dramatic over whether to lie to them about a text they'd made like… two days ago and that Thomas had only seen after combing through a barrage of memes and that Joan probably wouldn't remember, come to think about it. But that was hindsight and after the utter nightmare that was a whole day (A whole day!!) with Aunt Patty the day before, Virgil and Patton were absolutely freaking out, probably giving Deceit (Who, in hindsight, Thomas knows as Janus) a little extra leeway into the conversation that day.

Either way, Joan had stayed the night in order to recover from the utter sleep-deprivation that they'd been going through, and Thomas had forgotten about the fact that Joan was even there for most of the morning, only seeing them after the entire courtroom spectacle (and a suspiciously dire warning from Virgil) at breakfast, and them leaving to see Talyn a little after (with plenty of hugs involved, duh).

Then Thomas told Joan the truth over the call, and Joan had said The Line (as Roman, Virgil and Janus call it with an oddly cryptid-like voice) and Thomas felt himself go frigid.

Since when did Joan know that Thomas talked to his sides?! Had they learned their names? Figured out that Thomas might just have a few extra screws loose than they might have initially thought?

"Maybe they even hate us now because we got so crazed over one little text and--”

“Virgil. Not helping!” Thomas yelps, and Virgil catches himself in his spiel of worst case scenarios, looking a bit sheepish. Patton and Thomas smile at him reassuringly (he hopes) and Logan clears his throat, causing everyone to turn to him.

“Well, Joan seems to be aware enough of the fact that you speak to us, but mostly considers it as you, as they had said, ‘talking to yourself’, and besides, you didn’t name-drop us too many times, anyways. And while it’s not really...ideal, that Joan thinks you talk to yourself for this long-”

“You can say that again, Stephen Hawk-Nerd”, murmured Roman. Logan winces, and Thomas kind of wants to hug him, so he does.

“Yes, Roman, and as bad as that nickname is, note that this is not, in fact a worst-case scenario. This can be put down to the fact that Thomas has some strange personality quirks-”

“Did you just do some wordplay there, kiddo?” Patton beams at the implication, while Logan, currently being shared by Thomas and Virgil, just groans and descends further into the contact.

“No, I did not, Patton, but what I am saying, is that this is not too bad. We can talk about it as a general personality quirk. This is fine.” Logan finishes, and becomes a heap in the total hug-pile of Thomas and Virgil, flopping over. Huh, he (as usual) has a point. Maybe this can work.

The second time was a pretty near miss, but once again, it was unexpected! He and the sides were just watching Mulan together as usual! They were piled up together, blankets in hand, and yeah, it might look weird to anyone who can’t see the sides, he guesses, with the blankets stretched out in places that have nothing to stretch onto, but once again, he wasn't expecting someone to come over! But anyways- whatever happens, happens. He's trying to be better about it.

It really doesn't stop Janus from pulling out all the stops (teaming up with Virgil, even!) when it comes to having to come up with an alibi to Terrence over why the blankets are arranged so strangely, even though there is literally nothing keeping it afloat. In the end, it's not the most believable lie, but Terrence is busy with Valerie just after, so he probably doesn't really think about it too hard. Besides, Thomas has always been a pretty quirky guy! ("Which could be an insul--" "Jack and Sullen, we love you very very much, but please, for the love of all things Disney, please breathe and take out your fidget cube..") So hey, what was a new quirk when added to everything else?

Meanwhile, Terrence is trying to figure out what the fuck he just saw, because he's pretty sure that there were more than one Thomas there, and Thomas only has two other brothers. Also none of them dress like twenties mobsters or are semi-transparent.

Nico was having a good day. In fact, he still is!

He and his (amazing) boyfriend were sitting on the couch- though more draped on top of each other than anything while binge watching ELITE and Tiny Pretty Things, while also being pleasantly high (as opposed to stoned).

Things only entered strange territory when during one of the flashback murder-y scenes in Tiny pretty Things, a strange man who looked like an even more chaotic Thomas with some grey hair on him entered the room from seemingly nowhere, and proceeded to occupy the sparse space on Thomas’s lap with his head, essntially just napping on his boyfriend’s lap while also being kind of see-through (???!!!???AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH). Thomas noticed, waved a small wave and started playing with this weird guy’s hair.

Nico is now a little high from the bong that he and Thomas had shared, but not enough to hallucinate, especially since, when the high was pretty much gone, the guy was STILL THERE. MIERDA. At this point, he’s just going to call it ghosts. Thomas doesn’t seem to mind too much anyways, so they must not be harmful. Nico decides to table this for another day and go back to binge watching crazy maniacs with his very soft and warm boyfriend, and let the remainder of the high coast along.

"We have to talk about the Thomas thing." Is the first thing Joan says without any bullshit, as soon as everyone except Thomas himself, Gavin (because it's two AM) and Quil are packed together in Thomas's living room, where he just binged Parks and Rec with everyone. They've all finally managed to shove Thomas and Quil back to their respective areas of sleep after 42 hours without said sleep, and nobody was allowed to talk loud enough for them to wake up.

"The… Thomas thing?" Asks Valerie. Oh that sweet summer child. Joan once again quietly calls everyone's attention by asking Talyn to shake their hair around like a neon-coloured alarm bell. This was especially effective in the otherwise dark kitchen where they were trying out glow in the dark hair dye.

"Well, as of lately, we've been seeing a lot, and I mean a lot of really weird shit coming from Thomas. Everyone, recount your experiences." Joan says in the most serious voice they've got. "I'll go first."

They wave their hands like Matt Mercer, as if they were setting up a dope DND campaign. Quietly, of course.

"Well, about a month ago now, I was cleaning here, at Thomas's, because I was sleep-deprived and would have crashed and died if I'd tried to go back to mine and Talyn's. So most of the night goes normally, as one would expect, but when I wake up in the morning…" Joan readjusts their beanie. "I hear Thomas in the living room, talking to people called Logan, Roman, someone called Pat, Virgil and 'deceit'. And this debate becomes an ordeal, alright? He re-enacts a whole entire ace-attorney style courtroom scene with these imaginary people? I called him out on it over the phone when he apologized for some random thing- I don't remember, and he kind of just… admitted that he talks to himself? And moved on.

Everyone absorbs this new information. Camden keeps braiding Talyn's hair.

"But that's not too big of a deal, right Joan?" Whispers Camden, tying up the elaborate mini fishtail plait in Talyn's hair. "I mean, thanks Thomas we're talking about. He could have been rehearsing or something- isn't he JD in the next production of Heathers?"

Terrence speaks up next. "Yes, this would have been all well and good, had the Blanket Incident ™ not occured."

Valerie shakes her head. Why are her friends like this? Oh wait. They’re all theatre nerds, queer and D&D players.

"In the blanket incident ™, I was walking past Thomas's room, as one does. HOWEVER, while he was watching Mulan, I noticed something wrong with his blanket pile!"

"What, that they don't have any Vetal Miking references on them? Because that's the true tragedy here."

"Nope, sorry Tal, the weirdness here was not about Vetal Miking references, but the fact that parts of the blanket were freaking floating, in thin air! I have discreet pictures!"

"What the fuck, Terrence." whispered everyone in a strange, haunting unison that could only be possible at two AM as they saw the very strange pictures.

"And that's not it!" Pipes up Talyn, who is now realising that they are very close to becoming too loud for 2 AM kitchen chats, and makes an effort to quiet down.

"At breakfast today, Thomas's waffles were making themselves- Thomas can't cook, y'all. And he can't even use is fucking waffle iron. And he was on the other side of the room! Talking to Quil!" After Quil left, he told the waffle creator to chill out because the stack was getting too tall!"

"Is this about Thomas's ghosts, guys?" Asks Nico, the new cute boyfriend and new theatre company writer as he plops down in Quil's usual spot. Nico's nice- everyone likes Nico except maybe Nico, to which, well, mood. ALSO- ghosts?!!

"Nico what the fuck do you mean by ghosts, you serial killer in training?"

"One, just because I have to write a serial killer in this new script and I'm enjoying it, it doesn't mean I'm gonna be a serial killer, you tonte. Two: yeah, the ghosts that follow him around and look just like him? They seem nice enough." At everyone's super unspoken request to elaborate, for fuck's sake, he takes the hint and does.

“Oh! So the first time I saw them, I was at the mall. You know, where Thomas and I met?” everyone nods, and Talyn readjusts their braces.

“So there was this guy in a hoodie- Virgil, as you said, and the Disney prince. Roman, I think. And they were just kind of… there? Roman was holding Virgil’s shoulder affectionately, and that’s about it. They were only really visible after about three or four hours of us talking, though.” Some of the people hum.

“Then, we were watching a movie and these two guys who also look a lot like Thomas just kind of lounged? On the couch? They were pretty faint, like if their brightness was decreased to about thirty percent in Photoshop.”

“Hey, same!” says Terrence.

“Yeah, so those guys- the one in the green t-shirt that has the legs on the bus meme- so weird- kind of just stretches onto Thomas’s lap and stays there, while the twenties mobster just… curls up to his side? And thomas is probably like, used to this because he kind of just lets it be and curls the meme shirt-”

“I think it’s Remus.”

“-Remus’s hair absentmindedly and moves on.”

“Fuck.” Whispered Joan very softly, but with great feeling.

“So what do we do about it?” asks Camden. There, finally, someone asks the real questions.

“Well,” puts forward Talyn. “They’re not harming him, right? And he’s had them around for a long enough time, right? So what’s the harm? Thomas is just haunted and will probably be on Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural at some point when he dies but hey, if he’s cool with it, we are too.”

Everyone seems to agree with that, and they’re in comfortable silence, until Valerie asks everyone to go the fuck to sleep, we’re still doing the Heather’s costume rehersals and Death Week starts in two days. With groans and cracked joints from Talyn, everyone hobbles off to their respective rooms in the duplex.

Meanwhile, a certain white-streaked side and his hoodied companion are listening through the wall, far away from what anyone can see, and they both visibly sigh in relief. That didn’t go too badly. The question remains: what do we do now?

“They KNOW????” exclaims Thomas, the next day in the (thankfully empty) breakroom, in between rehearsals- Candy Store is being run through and that means that everyone else is outside.

“Yes, Thomas, they know. Or they somewhat know, I suppose.”

“Yeah, because they think we’re-Thomas is being HAUNTED!!’

“Are you not haunted, then?” comes a voice, and Thomas turns around, forgetting to let the sides dissipate in his surprise. It’s Nico, with Talyn and Valerie close behind, who are clearly taking in the six other guys in the breakroom. Well, fuck. The cat’s out of the bag for good, he guesses.

“Could you get everyone else during lunch break? I’ll explain then.” Talyn nods and leaves with a smile, telling him that they’re not mad at him, while Nico asks, voice farther away “So are you haunted or not?”.

“So they’re… aspects of your personality that you’ve been able to manifest since you were a kid?” Camden asks, a bit disbelieving, even as Logan, Roman, Patton and Janus drape themselves over Thomas on one of the beanbags in the breakroom, filled with other nerdy gay young adults. Logan pushes up his glasses, ready to go on another tangent. Go wild, you funky little dude.

“Well yes, that’s exactly what we're saying. I myself am the embodiment of Logic- every fact that Thomas has ever learned, and his, and these are his words, not mine, ‘the only braincell’. He makes the air quotes to go with the expression, but is also smiling fondly.

“Classic Thomas.”

“Yes, Valerie, I am inclined to agree. However, this is not specific to Thomas. Other people can, in fact, do what Thomas is. Lilly Singh is one of them- the reason that she and Thomas are even friends is because in high school Thomas caught her talking to one of her sides in the art room.”

“So wait-- we can summon sides too?!” asks Nico, and he and Camden look genuinely excited, but Thomas knows the answer to that question.

“Unfortunately no, not really. You have to have an extremely active imagination, and also be ‘innocent’, as society would put it. I’d say näive.”

“For example, I couldn’t make any more sides after i was fourteen, because I watched the news by then.” pipes in Thomas. Joan seems to process this first, nodding and grinning sardonically. “Ah yes, the news. Wrecking childhoods since forever.” everyone nods in gay syncing, because gay minds think at the same time.

Valerie suddenly speaks up; “So how many sides do you have, Thomas?”

Thomas perks up, because his sides are possibly his favourite metaphysical beings (as narcissistic as that might sound) “I have six! My logic, morality, both creativities- Kids and Family and PG13-and-up, anxiety and deceit! I have two creativities because of catholic guilt and my mind’s inherent need to cause chaos, I guess.”

“Valid” replied Valerie.

The rest of break passed by pretty smoothly, with questions being passed back-and-forth about what the sides truly were, considering they clearly were not just Thomas, and Virgil even felt okay enough to come in later! So that was good. Though he kind of wishes Remus had made fewer Heathers jokes- Camden was starting to look squeamish, even as Nico frantically took notes of gorey facts to use in his script.

Honestly, Thomas thought to himself. What was I scared of?

Irrational things. And rejection, replies Virgil in his head. He laughs and pulls him in for a hug, and tries as he might to deny it, Virgil is looking pretty chuffed.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #character thomas #nico flores #nico flores x thomas sanders #pintroverts #not rpf #do not repost #ts virgil #ts logan #ts remus #vee's writing #2021 #f is for friends verse

[honey-sunsets]

Sensory Overload (Good Version) — Sanders Sides One Shot

Pairings: platonic LAMP

Trigger warnings: first-person sensory overload, screaming, cooking and mentions of food

Word Count: 1300

AN: I had to copy and paste this from my Wattpad on mobile, so apologies for the crappy formatting.

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Virgil's P.O.V.

It's a pretty nice afternoon in the Mind Palace. Patton works on cooking dinner in the kitchen, Logan reads a book on the other side of the couch, Roman scribbles down ideas at the table, and I'm sitting on the couch scrolling through Tumblr. I'm not sure where Janus and Remus are, but it certainly can't be nearby, considering it's quiet in here. The only sound is the gentle scribble of Roman's elegant ink pen on his paper, as well as the occasional soft clink or thud as Patton works away in the kitchen, still being mostly quiet. The air is filled with a thick silence that presses a comfortable weight down on me.

Tap.

Roman's fingers drum against the table, sending a shudder down my spine. My ears sting as the silence is penetrated by the sound.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He continues drumming his fingers, seemingly with growing force each time. With every tap, I can feel my muscles contracting and tightening. I try to focus my attention on the words on my phone's screen, but my senses are concentrated entirely on that tapping. My brain fogs over and floods with the urge to scream at him to stop. An overwhelming tightness sinks into my chest and arms as the pain in my ears intensifies. My breathing gradually picks up speed and force.

I sit my phone down and grip my hair, squeezing my eyes shut. It's just a sound, Virgil, calm down. He'll stop in a second.

And he does stop. I let out a sigh of relief, only to be jolted again by an agonizingly loud clank! My hands reach up to cover my ears against my will.

"Sorry, sorry!" Patton calls from the kitchen. Why is he yelling so loud?! The sound of him picking whatever he dropped up off the floor sounds like a giant church bell ringing, and I'm inside the bell.

"Virgil?" I hear. I snap my head to the side, eyes wide, and see Logan looking at me with concern. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I grumble, forcefully dropping my hands and picking my phone back up.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm fine, Logan."

Logan silences as I lean back, trying to regain composure. Things settle down, although there's a tenseness now in the air. The silence that was previously here returns, but its weight is no longer comfortable, now oppressive. My breathing remains heavy, my heart continues to pound, and my muscles are all still tensed. The seconds tick by agonizingly slow. At the table, Roman flicks his pen back and forth. It isn't hitting anything, it isn't making a sound, but the sight of it is intensely painful. It's unsettling in the way it is to see a ghost right in front of you. I try to cover it from my sight without looking too suspicious, but I'm certain from his glance my way that Logan notices.

Despite the overwhelming knowledge that Roman's pen is swinging just out of sight, I think I can handle this. The tapping is gone, we're quiet again, I can't see the pen. This is fine. This is—

The stove clicks on in the kitchen. Click click click click click, whoosh. The gas stove fire lights up and a pan slams down above it. This is fine. This is fine. It's just a fire. In fact, the soft, low sound of the flames is calming. There you go, focus on the fire. There's no pen, there's no tapping, just tiny flames. Happy little fires.

A higher, sharper noise suddenly appears as whatever Patton's cooking is tossed into the heated pan and begins sizzling loudly. I can feel it the moment I lose control of my body. My hands swing back up to my ears and my torso folds over, curling me into the fetal position. A guttural scream rips its way out of my throat, the only thing loud enough to drown out the sizzling.

Hands descend upon me, smashing against my skin like rocks. My arms tear away from my ears and start swinging, my legs carry me somewhere. My eyes are closed and watering, so I don't have a clue where I'm going. I feel something against my back as I lower to the floor, presumably a wall.

"Virgil!" someone shouts.

"STOP!" I scream. Oh, I'm screaming words now. That's not good. "STOP, STOP, STOP, PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP!"

"What?! Make what stop?!"

"THE PAN! THE PAN! MAKE IT STOP!"

"Logan, go turn the stove off!"

"Stop!" I cry again, quieter but more desperate this time. My head pounds and my throat tightens. The water that was welling up in my eyes starts pouring out as I curl further into myself.

"Virgil, please—"

"STOP, stop, please, please just shut up, please! Be quiet, be quiet, please..." I mumble the same phrases over and over for God knows how long. As my words blur together and quiet down, I feel a hand carefully touch my shoulder. It's slow this time, so I don't flinch away. The hand sneaks across my back until there's an arm wrapped around me, and eventually I find myself tucked securely against someone's chest.

When I finally manage to open my eyes again, I can see a blue shirt against my face. I shift my head slightly, becoming dizzy even with the small movement. My breathing picks up as I suddenly become aware of the hollow feeling in my chest and the numb stinging in my hands and feet.

"Hey, kiddo," Patton whispers softly, his voice low and calm. I attempt a reply, but all that comes out is a short groan. "That was pretty rough. I'm sorry about the pan, I'll find something else to cook for dinner, okay?" Slowly, I get my head to move up and down enough to convey my reply.

After another minute or so goes by as my head pounds harder and harder. I clear my throat and swallow, hoping that when I speak, it will be audible. Yet again, only a mumble escapes my frozen lips. 

"What is it?" Patton asks.

I lift my arm, wincing with the effort it takes to move, and tap my lips.

"He wants water," Logan states. I sigh gratefully.

"Here," Roman says, summoning and handing me a small glass of water.

I hum a thank you as I cautiously guide the glass to my mouth with both hands, taking what feels like hours to get down a single sip. After a few more minutes, the pounding in my head subsides and sensation returns to my hands and feet. Now able to make larger movements, I wriggle my way out of Patton's arms and back up, getting some room to breathe.

"Feeling better, kiddo?" Patton questions with a sympathetic smile.

"Little," I mumble.

Roman lets out a sigh. "You had me worried half to death, Panic At The Everywhere."

"Sorry."

"It's fine, I'm just glad you're okay."

"Yes," Logan adds. "I'm pleased to see you recover as well."

"Hmm, thanks."

"How do you guys feel about pizza for dinner?" Patton asks cheerfully, though still keeping his voice down.

"Lovely choice!"

"I trust you understand how unhealthy that decision would be without me having to remind you, but I will indulge this once."

I shrug. I probably won't be able to eat, but tomorrow I might like leftovers.

"Great! Now, Virgil, let's get you back on the couch and find you some blankets."

Patton, Roman, and Logan help me up from the floor and guide me to the couch. They give me more water and a thick blanket to curl up beneath, and about thirty minutes later, they give me a thin slice of pizza to eat. For the rest of the night, we relax quietly and peacefully.

#hurt-comfort #sensory overload #sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #one shot #sanders sides oneshot #tw sensory overload #tw food #tw screaming #platonic lamp #good ending

[lilyofthesword-writes]

Impossibly Redeemable - 13 - Hot Springs Car

Summary: Shortly after faking his death in Svartalfheim to fool Thor, Loki wakes up to find himself in a realm that is not the one he “died” in. After meeting another person in a similar predicament, he learns the only way home is through redemption. But how can he possibly do that? Monsters like him don’t deserve redemption, do they?

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader

Word Count: 1,886

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Guess who’s baaaack~

Masterlist

“Well, hey there, friends!”

As if the swamp couldn’t get any worse. Loki groaned inwardly, lips pinched together in a grimace. So there were denizens of the train who could travel between cars, and it had to be this one.

Eva, who was currently clinging to your back since you decided to take a turn carrying her, looked up through the clearing. Her little face was lit up with such wonder that Loki quickly hid his distaste for the flying beast that descended for a landing next to them. You bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling at him, full well remembering Samson.

“Long time no see,” the fluffy creature bellowed. “And you have a little one now! You guys work fast!” Neither of you had the chance to correct it, only blushing at its insinuation. “Hi, kiddo! I’m Samson! I helped your family out a while back. Looks like y’all need another lift! Hop on! I know where the door is here. S’not my first rodeo!”

Samson crouched down to allow you easier access to its back, though it was still a bit of climb. Looking to you, Loki’s face nearly screamed, “Do we have to?” You just huffed out a tiny laugh with Eva practically vibrating with excitement as you set her down. Despite not getting a word in edge-wise, she was enamored with this creature. Who was he to disappoint her?

He helped you board and hoisted Eva up to you before joining, sitting behind the two of you. As Samson took off, Loki wrapped his arms around your waist and pouted on your shoulder. Despite being preoccupied with Eva’s inability to sit still, you still turned back just enough to nudge his cheek with yours. Pulling himself closer to you, he started to think he might be able to endure this chatterbox of a critter better this time.

“So my sister Sheryl told me about this car that has a bunch of hot springs. That’s where I’m headed to now. The fam went ahead while I took care of some stuff back home. Gonna meet ‘em there.” Samson continued on, finally landing near the exit door. “Oh! Y’all should come, too! It’s supposed to be super relaxing. You lot could probably use it after going through all these cars.”

Well, it wasn’t wrong. Loki had been feeling a bit fatigued since the run-in with the Apex. He couldn’t imagine how exhausted you and Eva probably were. But a hot spring? He had tried volcanically heated waters before. They were not his favorite.

The little girl silently pleaded with him as he helped her down, eyes sparkling with hope. She more than likely had no clue what a hot spring was, but since Samson mentioned it, of course she would want to go. He assumed you would as well, and he was right. Catching you as slid down the beast’s fur, he noticed a similar look in your eyes.

“Oh, alright,” Loki huffed, a ghost of a smile pulling on the corners of his mouth.

Eva cheered with a squeal and latched herself onto Loki’s leg.

“Yes, yes. Shall we, then?” There was a twinge of pink on his cheeks.

You couldn’t hide your smirk, snickering as you nudged him along. Unlocking the door, a question popped into Loki’s head: How was Samson going to get through the door?

The doors swung open, and a cold energy whirl-winded around the creature. In a flash, Samson was no taller than Loki’s shoulder. Well... That answered that question. And now Eva was even more enthralled.

Upon entering the Hot Springs car, Samson kept its smaller form. Appropriate, considering the the various pools of water littering the mountainside wouldn’t fit him otherwise.

“Uncle Samson!” A herd of nearly identical, miniature versions of your beast came bulldozing towards you all.

Norns, there really were more of them. Eva chewed on her bottom lip, bouncing up and down between you and Loki. It took everything in her not to launch herself into the fray.

“There’s the fam!” Samson exclaimed, hopping over to meet the younglings.

“Uncle Samson, you’re here!” “What took so long?!” “Who’d you bring with you?” The little creatures cried out in unison.

“Lotta cars to go through. Can’t fly fast enough to keep up outside of the train, you know,” Samson hooted. “And these are friends of mine, Met ‘em a while ago back home. Found ‘em again in the swamp.”

His nieces and nephews swarmed around, peppering the three of you with questions. “Are you guys Passengers?” “What’s it like going through the cars all the time?” “What’re your numbers?” “Where were you before the train?” “Do you ever think about staying?”

“Calm down, kids,” came a stern, yet soft spoken voice. “Don’t pester our new friends.”

A larger version of Samson meandered their way to you.

“Aw, Sheryl, they’re just curious,” Samson defended.

The children all pouted in unison, “Yeah! We’re just curious!”

Sheryl huffed out a laugh, “I swear, you take more after your uncle than you do me. Now go on. Your father picked up some snacks for you.”

Her kids cheered and flew off to some springs midway up the mountain, calling out, “See you later!”

“Sorry about that,” the mother shook her head. “Nice to meet you all. Name’s Sheryl.”

“The pleasure is ours,” Loki graciously replied before each of you introduced yourselves.

“So you all are here for the springs?”

“Yeah!” Eva rocked on her heels. “Samson told us about them!”

“And there are plenty of ‘em,” he answered, his billed beak gesturing to the mountainside. “Take your pick!” He then turned to his sister. “So, did Morey make it here, yet?”

“Of course,” she chortled. “He’s waiting on the other side of the mountain for you.” Sheryl nodded courteously to you. “We’ll be off now, but hope to see you again.”

“Same here,” you smiled, waving them goodbye.

The waters were much too hot for the trickster, but he did at least try, testing the heat with his toes first which immediately turned blue and burned. Thankfully, your attention was still on Eva as you both sunk into the steaming water.

“You two enjoy yourselves.” Loki kneeled next to you. “I’m going to see if one of the other pools is a bit cooler.”

You spun around to face him, worry evident in your voice, “Are you sure? We don’t have to-”

“It’s alright,” he chuckled and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “You’re both comfortable here. I won’t be far.”

“If you’re sure...” you sighed.

He leaned in, lips brushing against your temple. “I am. Now relax.”

The mischievous god rose to his feet, taking one last look before stepping around the corner to wander off to another spring. Had he not known better, he would have blamed your flushed expression on the water.

Just as he said, he took to a small pool nearby. Of course, that one was still too much, so he focused on a little spell to change it to a more suitable temperature. For a moment, the steam floated about in a light jade color before subsiding. Loki settled in, relishing in the way the water relaxed his tense muscles.

He was almost comfortable enough to fall asleep there. Almost. There were still others around, and he wasn’t entirely comfortable without you and Eva in his line of sight. Speaking of...

It was as though his thoughts conjured the little one. He peeled open an eye to see her peering around some of the foliage providing privacy.

“Are you well, Darling?” Loki leaned on the edge of the spring, concerned for her. He was surprised you let her meander over here alone, but then again, it was a short distance.

Eva nodded shyly, shifting her weight between her feet. “It’s getting too warm... Can... Can I come sit with you?”

She didn’t even need to ask. “Of course,” his lips curled into an inviting smile as he waved her over.

Quickly hopping across the path, she made her way to the edge of the water. Gingerly, she tested the spring and found it to her liking, settling in next to Loki. Both closed their eyes and leaned their heads on the rocky borders. After a long while of silence, Loki felt the waters shift.

“Can I ask you something?” Eva was acting more timid than usual.

He leaned forward, opening his eyes. “Anything.”

“Why did your foot turn blue at the other spring?”

The breath caught in his lungs. He had been so focused on you seeing that he didn’t realize Eva may have been watching.

Clearing his throat to restart his breathing, he answered, “Because of my heritage.”

“What’s ‘heritage’?” Her eyes were wide with curiosity.

With a sigh, he figured there was no harm in telling the truth here. “I suppose you could say it is about who my parents are, where I come from...”

She nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“They were frost giants. Blue skin is normal for them.”

“But why is yours only blue sometimes?”

“I... wasn’t quite like the rest. I was smaller. When I was taken, my body changed to match the ones who brought me into their home.”

“What happened to them?”

Loki grimaced. He really didn’t want to get into this. “Gone.”

“Oh...” Eva’s head hung low. “Wh-what about the ones you lived with?”

“Odin lives, and my mother, Frigga... She is gone as well.”

Silence fell between them, Eva picking at her palms while Loki tried to focus on not fidgeting with his own hands.

“I bet your momma was nice...” she suddenly murmured.

Loki tilted his head curiously, “What makes you say that?”

“Well, you’re nice, so she must have been, too,” she stated matter-of-factly without missing a beat, causing him to let loose a full, genuine laugh.

“I cannot say for myself, however you are right about her.”

“Well, you have to be nice. Unless...” a sneaky smirk emerged on her face. “Unless you’re not going to teach me s-si-seiðr anymore.”

A fox-like grin was how Loki smiled, strangely proud at how Eva managed to seamlessly change the subject. Thinking about the whole conversation, she was much more intuitive than she let on.

“Hmm... I don’t know now... With that attitude.” He turned away but only far enough where he could still watch her from the corner of his eye.

A splash of water obstructed his view. “You promised!” She pouted playfully.

The god snorted, “That I did!”

“You kids having fun over here?”

Loki and Eva nearly jumped out of their skin on hearing your teasing voice behind them.

He started, “What are you-”

“I got bored sitting all by myself,” you shrugged, sliding into the water next to Eva. “Oh! This is refreshing. Should’ve just followed you to begin with.”

Pressing his lips shut, Loki fought not to ask you how much you heard, but he guessed it was most of it, if not all.

As if sensing his growing anxiety, Eva swung around to face him. “So when are you going to teach me?”

He hummed to himself before his trademark smirk appeared. “I suppose now is as good of a time as any.”

#Dammit Samson #Why do I always write longer chapters when he’s involved? #I love him though #hot springs trope #but not like awkward anime trope #I tried to do better than that #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki marvel #loki odinson #loki x you #marvel #loki imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki friggason #infinity train #crossover #crossover fanfiction #crossover fanfic #infinity train fanfic #infinity train fanfiction

[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

Soulmate September - Day 15

Day 15 - It is impossible to lie to your soulmate.

Pairing(s): Romantic Loceit, Romantic Prinxiety, Romantic Intruality

TWs: swearing [like, twice at most]

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Logan found himself in a bit of a conundrum. 

He watched the other sides bicker and argue among themselves - what else was new? - while Thomas tried to calm things down. In truth, Logan had no idea why Thomas had bought the damn trinket, it was likely a scam anyway.

The item in queston was a small, relatively unobtrusive enamel pin that, according to the informative leaflet that came with it, emitted a ‘subtle aura’ that would prevent the wearer from lying to their soulmate. Logan was skeptical to say the least, but Roman, ever the romantic, had insisted Thomas buy it in order to weed out the lucky prince of his dreams. Of course, the pin had no effect in reality, but because Thomas believed it so, the effect on his sides was interesting.

“I can’t believe you wasted ten dollars on that garbage.”, Virgil scoffed, perched on the stairs as always. 

“Oh, come on Virge!”, Thomas tapped the pin fondly, “Even if it doesn’t work, it’s a cute design, right?”

“Wow. A red heart. Yes. Totally original. I can feel the no doubt months of work that went into designing it.”

“....Sarcasm really isn’t a great look on you, y’know.“ Thomas muttered, feeling dejected.

Roman piped up to his defense, “It’s a classic design, Bring Me The Depression! Sure, it may be a little plain, but classics are classics for a reason!”

Virgil rolled his eyes, “Whatever, you just like it because you’re a sentimental dork.”

“And what if I am?! Better than being such a Robert Downer Jr!!”, Roman huffed, “You are one killjoy who should make far less noise.”

Before Patton or Thomas could butt in, Virgil murmured, “God, I love it when you make those references just for me-”

The anxious side slapped a hand over his mouth instantly. His eyes widened in horror at what he’d just said as the others all turned to stare at him. Roman especially.

“.... You do?”, the Prince bashfully inquired. 

Virgil uncovered his mouth, clearly about to try and cover his tracks when, “Of course I do, I love that you put so much thought into it for my sake!”

Once again, he clapped a hand back over his mouth.

Logan wasn’t sure how to take the topic away from this whole soulmates mess to spare his fellow left brain boy further embarrassment; they were aspects of Thomas’ mind, they didn’t even HAVE souls, not that Logan believed they existed. Power of suggestion is an uncanny force it seems. The logical conclusion was that they were merely acting upon feelings already harboured. 

The logical side had to admit, he really hadn’t seen this coming.

“.... Virgil,”, Roman began nervously, Logan realising he must’ve come to the same conclusion somehow, “What colour is my sash?”

The emo squinted at him curiously, “Red? Duh.”

“What color is the sky?”

“Depends on the time of day.”

“Best soda flavour?”

“Grape-”

“How much do you like me?”

“With all my heart-”

Virgil hauled his hood over his head and eyes, “Thomas turn that goddamn thing off RIGHT now-!!”

“No, no, this is way too much fun-!”, Roman began.

Virgil glared at him, his tempest tongue echoing with the weight of his anxiety, “Do you have a death wish, Princey!?”

“Yes if it means you’ll keep yelling at me in that tone of voice-”

Now it was Roman’s turn to look mortified. His eyes nervously darted from Thomas and Patton’s looks of excited adoration, and Logan’s look of sheer and utter “I am so done with this”. The prince swallowed anxiously, looking to Virgil who seemed to be just as nervous as he finally took the chance to sink out.

“Wait, Virgil! Don’t- Aw shoot! Just as you two were finally telling each other how you feel!!”, Patton lamented.

“Padre, you traitor!”, Roman huffed, crossing his arms as he sunk out. Logan theorised it was just an excuse to go after Virgil. Just then, a cackling voice erupted from behind the TV,

“Who knew Emo In Grouchland was so sweet on Roman? Shit taste!”, Remus snickered, vaulting over the TV and taking his spot with glee. Thomas sighed, “How long have you been listening in, Remus?”.

The duke grinned, “Oh, I’ve been here the whole time! I was waiting for a good moment to skewer Roman with this little gift I got him, but the conversation got soooooo juicy I couldn’t resist listening in!”. He brandished a serrated edged sword that looked positively lethal and extremely painful. Patton and Thomas both winced while Logan readied himself to step in should he be needed.

“On that note, Pattycakes, how come you keep losing the gifts I send you?!”, Remus piped up disappointedly, “I put so much work into them, but all you ever tell me when I ask you is that you ever get them!”

Thomas and Logan met Patton with immediate looks of intrigue while the father figure figment looked figuratively flushed. He avoided answering Remus directly, lying to Thomas, “I-! I dunno what he’s talking about, kiddo-”

“What is it our dear brainiac says?”, came a familiar smooth voice, “Ah yes. Deception!”

Logan shuffled to the side to let Janus have some room, “Actually, it’s Falsehood.”

“Whatever, sure.”, Janus waved a hand dismissively. He was more focused on the source that summoned him, tsk-ing at Patton, “All this truth being spouted and yet the one lying hard enough to summon me is our dear Morality. Colour me surprised.”

Patton avoided meeting Janus’ gaze, “I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Patton, did you just try to lie to my face?”, Janus chided, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

The moral side bit his lip nervously, pointedly avoiding Remus. Unfortunately, Remus wasn’t about to let that slide,

“Yeah, Pat, what the fuck!”

“I’m nervous, obviously-!”, Pat cupped his hands in front of his mouth, inadvertently letting Remus know he wasn’t able to lie to him. 

“So where DO my gifts go off to, Pattycakes?”, he asked expecting the garbage or a wood chipper.

“I keep them, obviously!”, Patton blurted, his embarrassment growing.

Remus clearly hadn’t expected that, asking before he even had the chance to reconsider; “Why?”

The moral side figured he might as well come clean considering their current situation,

“Because I love them! They’re gross and a little scary sometimes, but they make me feel wanted around here whenever I’m sad!”, he admitted, tugging on his cardigan sleeves, “They make me feel….loved...”

Remus looked just as stunned as the others, but that expression melted into a toothy grin quickly enough as Remus scooped Patton into his arms in a bridal style hold, “See you nerds later, I have the cutest bitch in the mindscape to sloppily make out with!”

Before anyone could stop him, not that they probably wanted to, Remus sunk out with Patton clinging to him tightly.

“..... On that interesting note, I think I’m gonna go grab a snack.”, Thomas mused, already headed to the kitchen when Janus sighed, “I do hope this insufferable truth telling ends. I enjoy illuminating the lies you all spout but if there’s none to highlight, then I’ll be out of a job.”

Logan shook his head, “That’s incorrect, you also embody Thomas’ self preservation meaning you handle far more than lies, but more importantly, if you were ‘out of a job’ then you would simply cease to exist, which would not be beneficial to Thomas’ safety and wellbeing.”

Janus rolled his eyes and leant against the arm of the L sofa. “Are you always this sweet when you’re correcting someone’s use of hyperbole?”

“I was not being sweet, I fail to see how-”

“I was just teasing you, Logan.”, Janus smirked, getting comfy, “But if I’m being honest, which I very much am, it’s nice to be appreciated around here.”

Logan furrowed his brow, “Do you generally feel unappreciated Janus?”

Even Janus wasn’t immune to the effects of the psyche either, “Yes-”

He caught himself and cast a worried look toward Logan. Thankfully, the logical side may be intelligent, but he sure wasn’t smart enough to read Janus’ gesture properly.

“Are you alright, Janus?”

“No.”, Janus uttered, unable to suppress the truth.

A flash of concern that etched itself into Logan’s face gave Janus some hope that perhaps his feelings might be returned; it was always harder to read Logan, about all Janus knew was that he did in fact have feelings despite his protests. But those exact feelings? He’d be damned if he could figure any of them out.

“May I be of some assistance then?”, Logan offered, sitting on the sofa seat that placed him next to Janus while the latter remained on the arm of the sofa.

“... I’m not sure.”, the lying side hated how uncertain the truth tasted, “But I would like to try something, if I may, Logan?”

Logan frowned in uncertainty, “...As long as it will bring no bodily harm, I am willing to try anything.”

Oh god, is he really doing this? Yes, apparently. Janus brought his left hand to gently ghost over Logan’s cheek, 

“May I kiss you, Logan?”

Ugh, Deceit loathed the crack in his voice, but before he could apologise and let Logan off the hook, the logical side replied, 

“Please do.”, Logan’s eyes remained locked on Janus’.

The serpentine side didn’t need to be told twice. Janus softly tilted Logan’s face towards him, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. It was soft, fleeting but with an obvious taste of longing. They both let out a content sigh n unison as Janus pulled back, 

“I’ve already asked too much but-”

Logan cut him off, already giving a fond smirk, “It’s alright. I will have Thomas ‘lose’ the pin in the garbage. Your work will be unimpeded, Janus.”

“Perfect. I believe you deserve a reward.”, Janus chuckled as the two went in to kiss once more..

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Short ‘n’ sweet this time!

Just some gay disaster sides who can’t lie, ehe.

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