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sluts4matt · 3 months

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PARTY

pairing: soft!dom matt x mixed!reader

summary: after a long week, you intended on staying home and relaxing. your roommate; however, had different plans dragging you to a close friend's party.

warnings: SMUT, use of weed, nic, and alcohol, p in v, teasing, light choking, pet names (princess), orgasm denial, praising, slight embarrassment kink? (i think)

word count: 3074

authors note: i feel like this is kind of all over the place, i apologize, i haven't written in like a good month or two. not proofread or edited.

it had been a long day, work not going so greatly. that's why as soon as you walked through your apartment door you had greeted your roommate then went to your bedroom, pulling out a pre roll from your nightstand drawer.

you sighed, laying on your back, looking up at the ceiling, lighting the end, then inhaling deeply. the smoke left your lips, your eyes blinking a few times. you jumped at the quiet knock on your bedroom door, coughing slightly.

"it's open," you say. the door opened revealing your roommate naya, her red curls up in a messy pony tail. "bad day at work?" she asked, joining you on your bed.

you passed the joint over to her, which she accepted with a smile bringing it to her lips. "some chick ordered a triple shot expresso with caramel and white chocolate syrup, had me put caramel drizzle on top right?" you start and she nods.

"i repeat her order, she looks at the screen she's goes, yep looks good. then i go to give her the drink and she goes-" you take a breath before talking in a slightly snobby tone, "-'this isn't what i ordered, i need this remade right now' i looked at like, are you fucking serious right now?"

naya started laughing, passing the joint back. "so did you remake her drink?" she asks, "yeah, after arguing with her for ten minutes." you both laugh. "god, i hate being a barista sometimes," you state.

"wanna go to austin's party to take your mind off of work?" she asks. "i dunno, nay. i'm not in the mood to deal with drunks and people trying to make a move on me." you say. "then just stay next to aria the whole time, guys don't really approach her. come on please," she gave you puppy dog eyes, her bottom lip jutting out as she clasped her hands together.

"when was the last time you went to a party?" she asks, you think for a moment. "um, the one josh threw at the frat house that you brought me to." naya giggles, grabbing your hand, "sweety... i'm gonna hold your hand when i say this, that was almost six months ago." you snatch your hand away, giving her an annoyed look.

"that's a lie, we were at a party for channing's birthday two months ago." you defend, "birthday party's don't count, neither do family reunions or get togethers," she points out.

"oh god fine," you sigh. naya squeals, wrapping her arms around your waist. "oh my god thank you!" she says excitedly, "okay go, we gotta get ready," you say, shooing her away. she sticks her tongue out, getting up and walking out.

you stand up, going to your closet to pick your outfit out. once you find your clothes you put on your shower cap and hop in the shower, washing your body. after you're finished you wrap a towel around your body, going back to your room to get dressed.

you slip on the outfit, pairing it with a pair of black thigh high socks and some black mary janes. you take a comb through your hair, getting out most of the knots. naya knocks on your door as you go to apply your eyeliner, "come in."

she opens the door, she had put on a pink crop top and high waisted jeans, she had her hair down and her curls were bouncy. she was holding her black boots, "i'm stealing some of your eyeliner, can't find mine and lord knows you have enough."

"okay," you mumble, consentraiting. she walks up, opening the drawer and grabbing one of the many felt tip liners you had. she sat on the floor, looking into her phone camera, as she applied the eyeliner.

you grab a pink lip liner from your drawer, lining your lips before putting some lipgloss over them. you smack your lips together, to coat the two evenly, smiling at yourself when you were done. you pulled the look together with a pair of hooped earrings, grabbing your silver side bag.

"let's go!" naya says excitedly, grabbing your hand and leading you out the door.

the two of you hopped into the uber that she had scheduled while the two of you were getting ready. the car ride was filled with naya talking about the cute boy who works at the grocery store near the apartment.

"like, i didn't realize how much i liked green eyes until i saw his, they're like emeralds, really they are," she swoons, you chuckle, shaking your head.

"we're here," the uber driver states. you open the car door, walking in. "the party's here," she states loudly, gaining the attention of austin talking to a group of three boys who all looked relatively the same.

he looked over, smiling widely, waving his hand in a motion to come over. "omg, i'm glad you guys' could make it," he says, sporting a glittery sheer top and sparkly silver eyeshadow.

"i'm not sure how long we're staying, we're just stopping by for a little bit," you say, austin gives you a fake pout. "no fun, excuse us," he states to the three boys dragging you and naya to the open bar.

"lets take shots," he says, naya eagerly nodding her head as he grabs a tray with glittery shots on it. "i'm good," you say. "no, sweetheart, we're doing shots," he says, pushing one towards you.

"fine," you mutter, picking the shot glass up. "on the count of three," he says, "one, two, three," the three of you all bring the shot glass to your lips, downing the shot. the liquid burned as it went down your throat. you shook your head slightly, "rookie," naya giggled.

"i'm gonna go find aria, don't die," you say, "have fun!" austin and naya shout after you. you weave through the crowd, looking for a head of pink and black striped hair. you bumped into someone, stumbling slightly, "sorry," he mumbles as you look up.

it was one of the guys austin had been talking to when you and naya first got there. you smiled slightly, "all good, it was my fault anyways, wasn't paying attention," you state.

"matt," he says, sticking his hand out, you smile slightly, taking his hand, "y/n," you state, shaking his hand. "are you looking for someone?" he asks. "uh yeah, aria?" you ask, he looks at you slightly confused, tilting his head slightly. "shorter then me, black and pink hair," you describe, "tattoos, like, everywhere except her neck and face?" you ask.

"oh! she's over there talking to chris," he points to the back of the room. "thanks," you say, going the direction he pointed to. you pushed past people, finally finding the short girl.

"hi!" you shout, the two turn to look at you, "there you are," aria states. "who's this?" chris asks, "my wife," she states loudly, he chuckles but looks slightly confused. "you wouldn't get it," she explains.

"you okay?" she asks, "yeah, fine, just need to take the edge off, i guess," you sigh. she pulls out a pre rolled blunt, lighter and a vape. "i love you," you sigh, taking the strawberry kiwi vape from her acrylics.

she hands the lighter to chris, "light," he does as she asks, bringing the lighter to the blunt that was between her lip. she inhaled, holding it in for a moment, then blowing it out. she passed it to you, earning a smile from you.

"work fucking sucks, why'd you quit," you playfully whine, a pout on your lips as your bring the blunt your lips. "because i would have ended up hitting that bitch of a manager," she states. you exhale the smoke, handing it back to her.

"she's not that bad anymore," you state, "i call bullshit," aria says. the three of you stood, smoking as people pushed past. "i'm gonna go find matt," chris says, "okay," the two of you respond in unison, causing you and aria to break out into a fit of laughter.

"god, i can't believe it's been six months since i worked at that hell hole," she states. "yeah fuck you," you giggle. you remember the day you had met aria, you were both just starting at the local cafe, quickly bonding over the fact that you two were the newbies.

after working together for a couple of months, she had introduced you to austin. austin then introduced you to naya, who quickly became your roommate. the four of you had grown quite close, always spending time with each other.

"lets go dance," she squeals, dragging you towards the center. the two of you began swaying and jumping, the music blasting through the speakers. chris had joined soon after, dragging matt with him. you giggled at the brunette haired by slightly watching his attempt to move his hips to the beat.

"white boys got no rythum," aria states, her hips swaying. "no shit," chris says, moving his shoulders. "oh god," you and aria giggle, shaking your heads at their terrible attempts at dancing.

"like this," aria instructs, her hips moving as her hands run over her body. you do the same, letting the music take over your body. the two of you danced like no one was watching, not that you cared.

the music was blasting and the air was heavy, the room smelled like alcohol and sweat, but at this point you didn't care, you were having too much fun.

you jumped slightly when you felt a pair of hands being softly placed on your hips, "is this okay?" matt whispers, his breath fanning your shoulder blade. you nod, leaning back, placing your hand behind his head, playing with the strands. you felt his thumb slowly moving in circles, causing your heart to speed up.

when you look towards aria, you see her arms wrapped around chris as she giggles at something he had said. the two were in their own little world, the rest of the party seeming to disappear.

your hand raked through matt's hair softly as you moved your hips, feeling his grip tighten. you bite your lip, "so," you state, "how'd you get roped into this party?"

"nick and chris, glad i let them rope me in though," he mumbled. "why's that?" you ask, looking down slightly. "because then i would have missed this," his breath tickling your neck.

you felt your cheeks heat up slightly, your head slightly tilting involuntarily. his lips gently brushed against the crook of your neck, leaving feather like kisses. your breath hitches slightly, closing your eyes.

"come on," he says, pulling back taking your hand as he leads you out the front door to his car. "get in," he says, opening the passenger door. "what are we doing?" you ask, slightly out of breath.

"star gazing," he says, putting the car in reverse and backing out of austin's driveway before putting it in drive and driving it to one of the parks that wasn't visited very often. "actually?" you ask, slightly hoping he wasn't serious about star gazing.

"do you not want to?" he teases, parking the car. he looks over at you tilting his head, one of his hands still on the wheel. you raise an eyebrow at the boy you've known barely two hours, your arms crossing. "what?" he asks, his tone playful.

"you know what," you state. "no, i don't, maybe you should tell me," he says, a small smirk spreading across his face. your eyes narrowed, your thighs squeezing together.

"oh?," he states, his head cocking to the side. his hand finds its way to the side of his seat, sliding it back. "well what do you want to do then princess?" he asks, his arm going behind your seat, turning his body so that his body was facing yours.

your mouth gaped open slightly, not knowing how to respond to the sudden change in attitude. "come on, words," he chuckles, his lips curling into a slight smirk.

"i-," you pause, not knowing what you were about to say. "yes?" he questions, his arm resting on the back of the chair. "i um," you mutter, looking at him with big eyes. "kiss me," you whisper, biting your lip.

"good girl," he praises, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. he pulls you in, his lips brushing against yours, causing butterflies to fill your stomach. his lips molded to yours perfectly, moving in sync.

his lips were soft and warm, your lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue entrance. his hand moves down to your throat, his fingers wrapping around. his other hand moves to your hip, guiding you over the center console to his lap.

your hands run through his hair, tugging lightly, causing him to moan slightly. you feel him buck his hips slightly, pushing up into the thin fabric of your underwear. you gasp slightly, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in.

you feel him smirk slightly, his hand leaving your throat, traveling to each of your shoulders. his fingers slipping the thin straps down your shoulders. his lips leave yours, kissing down your neck, causing you to tilt your head slightly.

"so pretty," he mutters, his hands pushing the fabric down your chest. his head dips, his tongue swirling around your nipple. your breath hitches, your hand moving to his hair, your fingers threading through.

he groans slightly, his hips pushing up into you. "matt," you breathe, his teeth grazing your nipple. you feel him smile against your skin, his fingers tweaking your other nipple.

"fuck," you whine, tugging at his hair. "you want more?" he asks, his hand sliding up your leg to the bottom of your skirt. "yes, please," you whine. his hand slides up your skirt, his fingers pushing aside the fabric of your underwear.

his finger traces your clit, teasing you. your thighs shake slightly, causing him to chuckle, "desperate." you roll your eyes, your fingers tightening their grip on his hair. his hand wraps around your throat, the metal of his rings cold against your neck as he squeezes lightly.

"be nice," he whispers, his finger slowly circling your clit. "or what?" you challenge, his eyes narrow. his fingers speed up, a breathy moan leaving your lips. his fingers work you, making your eyes roll back.

"matt," you whine, pushing yourself down onto his fingers, "fuck," you whisper. his fingers continue working your clit, your breathing becoming uneven.

"you close?" he asks, his voice laced with lust. you nod quickly, your hips rolling. his fingers slow, stopping right before you reach your high. "no, no, please," you whine, your hips bucking.

"awe, does someone not like the consequences of their own actions?" the boy mocks, his hand still holding your throat. "no, please," you whine, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"you think just because you give me the puppy dog eyes i'll give you what you want?" he chuckles, jokingly bouncing your body. you nod your head, a pout forming on your lips. "please," you whimper, your hips trying to push into his hand.

"begging, pretty," he smirks, his fingers starting to circle again. you whine, the coil in your stomach tightening. his fingers speed up, pushing you barely over the edge before stopping again.

"matt, no," you whine, his hand moving from your neck to your shoulder. he pushes you backwards, your back hitting the steering wheel. his hands go to the button on his pants, undoing it before unzipping them. he lifts his hips from the seat slightly, pushing them down to his knees.

his boxers were a light grey, a slight wet spot showing on the front. he palms himself through the fabric, moaning quietly. his other hand goes to your waist, moving your body so that you were directly over him. he pushes his boxers down, moving the fabric of your soaked panties to the side.

he pushes the tip in, moaning. you whine, feeling his grip on your waist tighten as he pulls your body down. "fuck," he curses, his head falling back. your hand grips the back of his seat, his length filling you.

you start to move your hips slowly, moaning softly. his fingers dig into your hips, helping guide your movements. his hips thrust upwards, meeting your slow pace.

"god, you're so pretty," he mumbles, his head tilting up to look at you. his thumb moves down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. your head tilts back, "fuck, i'm gonna cum." "not yet pretty girl," he says denying you, once again.

your hand moves to the top of the seat, the other gripping his shoulder as your hips begin to stutter. "matt, i can't," you whine. "hold on for me, your doing such a good job," he whispers, his hand leaving your hip, tangling itself in your hair.

"fuck, you feel so good," he moans, his hips picking up their pace, slamming up into you. the windows had fogged up, the air in the car humid. he brings your lips down to his, kissing you harshly. his tongue slips into your mouth, his teeth lightly pulling on your bottom lip.

"cum," he states, his thumb moving faster on your clit. the coil in your stomach snapped, causing you to let out a moan, pulling away from his lips as you buried your face in his neck. his hips slammed up into you a few more times before he pulled out, jacking himself off, his cum spilling on your thigh.

"fuck," he whispers, his chest rising and falling. "fuck," he repeats, reaching over to grab a napkin from the glove box. "shit," he mumbles, wiping the cum off of your thigh, throwing it in the backseat.

he lifts you up slightly, pulling his boxers and pants up. he grabs another napkin, cleaning in between your thighs, throwing it in the back.

"did you have fun?" he asks, looking up at you. you giggle, nodding, "yeah?" he asks. "do you want food?" he asks, your head tilting slightly. "what?" he asks, chuckling, "like, did you want to get food, or would you like me to take you home," he clarifies.

"i could go for a burger," you state. "burger king or five guys?" he asks, "five guys," you respond. he smiles, fixing the strap of your top before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

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electrozeistyking · 7 months

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Ok I just thought of a mix of the Ghost Drone and Monster N AUs, where after N kills Uzi and is recovering from the blast is when he undergoes the transformation. Would Bea be scared of N in this form or would she not mind it?

In the Ghost Drone, Beanie is a baby boots up the exact same day N wakes up in the medical wing (December 8th, 3074). In the N's A Monster AU, his transformation into a monster is a lot more gradual than you'd think. Look, here's a rare look into Monster N's growth.

The transformation officially stops when he and Uzi reunite in Episode 3, forcing his body to realize there was never any physical damage to begin with. N is permanently like this; he will never be able to "change back" or return to "normality," even when damaged or forced to heal again. This is how his body looks now, whether he likes it or not.

In this combined AU, N would most likely never stop transforming.

Based off a "bad ending" take on the N's A Monster AU, he would continue to grow and change until either his systems give out, or until he's so large and monstrous and full of pain that he can barely move, meaning he can't gather material anymore. He'd even eat Beanie in a guilt-ridden attempt to sate his auto-repair... which would only make things worse instead.

BUT IF WE WERE TO GO IN A HAPPIER AND LESS HORRIFIC ROUTE, which was the direction you were probably expecting me to go in the first place, N would have been like this for all four years of Beanie's existence. For all she knows, that's just how he looks.

He's still her daddy, y'know.

#though tessa might have an interesting reaction if she saw him like that EIGHT YEARS AFTER HE ARRIVED ON COPPER-9 #Zeisty's Askbox #n's a monster au #ghost drone au #murder drones au #murder drones #murder drones n #murder drones oc #beanie doorman #god i love clear and concise timelines can't you tell #tw cannibalism #just in case tag

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arc852 · 2 months

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25. Doubt

Definition: a feeling of uncertainty or lack of conviction.

Summary: Tango's coworker plants seeds of doubt into Tango's head about his friendship with Jimmy. His anxiety creeps in and makes it worse and it takes a talk with Impulse and Skizz, and then Jimmy, for him to feel better again.

G/t: Tango is normal-sized, Jimmy is a borrower

Warnings: lots of anxiety

Word Count: 3074

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I had this half-finished for like a month now but it's finally done! Right on time! I hope you guys enjoy!

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Tango tended to overthink things. Whether that be his redstone, his job, or his relationships. But he had never over thought about his friendship with Jimmy before. Jimmy was the one who had come to him, after all. All those months ago.

Tango can still remember it like it was yesterday. The way Jimmy had come to him, terrified and worried but most of all, sick and hurt from some cat in the apartment next to him. Jimmy had decided to put his trust in Tango, not knowing what was going to happen. Of course Tango helped, why wouldn’t he?

He helped with his wounds and helped nurse him back to health. Over that time, Jimmy and him talked and became friends. And when Jimmy was fully healed and ready to leave he kept coming back and hanging out with Tango.

It had been Jimmy’s decision to come to Tango in the first place and it had been his decision to come back after the fact. So Tango really had nothing to worry about.

Right?

Apparently that’s not what his coworkers thought.

See, borrowers like Jimmy were common knowledge, and while some people unfortunately did take advantage of them and others fortunately tried to help, most seemed to just ignore them for the most part. Tango never really understood that. How could he just ignore a whole person like that? He would if that’s what they wanted but if they needed help he was going to help them. He’d had that thought even before meeting Jimmy and it had only grown since.

So, with borrowers being known, Tango liked to talk about the things he and Jimmy got up to to whoever would listen. Usually that was to his friends but he didn’t mind talking to his coworkers either.

“Jimmy is a borrower, right?” A new hire interrupted his story and Tango looked at her.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, he is.” Tango answered and then was confused by the sour look on her face. “Why?” He added on, wanting to know what was wrong.

“It’s just…don’t you think it’s been long enough?” She said, arms crossed. Now Tango was even more confused.

“Long…enough?” He repeated and his confusion must have been obvious because she continued.

“You know, borrowers aren’t ones to be around humans. Especially not for that long. You need to let him go already.” She said, not unkindly but also not kindly either. Either way, Tango was starting to get a bit annoyed with her.

“What are you talking about? I’ve never kept Jimmy or-or forced him to stay. He’s the one who always comes back, on his own.” Tango tried his best to explain without letting his annoyance shine through. He seemed to not be entirely successful, because he saw her wince.

“Does he, though?” She asked and it made Tango pause.

“What?”

She sighed. “You met him by him coming to you and asking for help, right?” She asked, and he nodded. “So don’t you think, maybe, he keeps coming back to hang out with you to…I don’t know, repay some sort of debt he feels like he owes you? Or maybe even out of fear. Or both?” She said.

Tango took in her words, trying his best to process them accordingly. “But that’s…I…I don’t…” Tango let his mix of words trail off, not knowing what to say. That couldn’t be the case, right? Jimmy never showed any sort of fear to him, at least, not since the beginning. And he seemed just as happy to hang out with Tango and Tango did with him.

But what if his coworker was right? What if it was all an act? What if this whole time, Jimmy was waiting for Tango to tell him his debt was repaid. What if Jimmy didn’t leave himself because he was scared of what Tango would do?

What if Jimmy was terrified of Tango?

Just the thought hurt more than Tango could’ve imagined. He loved Jimmy, the borrower had quickly become one of his best friends. The idea that that wasn’t reciprocated, that it had been one-sided this whole time…

It made Tango feel awful.

“Borrowers are skittish and solitary creatures.” His coworker said when he didn’t speak for a while. She at least looked a bit sad for him. “They’re scared of us and they like to be left alone. Just because Jimmy came to you for help that one time, doesn’t mean he thinks any differently of you.”

Tango’s shoulders fell and he looked down at his hands. “...Right.” He croaked out, trying hard not to cry in the middle of work.

His coworker came over and patted his shoulder as she passed by him. “You’re not a bad person Tango. You just gotta fix your mistake and let him go.” And with that, his coworker left to get back to work.

Tango put his head in his hands and rubbed at his face. She couldn’t be right, right? There was no way Jimmy was that good at hiding his true feelings, right? Tango wasn’t keeping him there, right? Right?

Tango felt like screaming.

***

That particular conversation had happened in the middle of the day, which meant Tango had to still work another four hours while trying very hard not to think about what she had said. Of course, try as he might, he still thought about it anyway. And the more he thought about it, the more he began to believe that she was right.

Tango walked through his apartment door feeling exhausted. He had gone through a lot of emotions in the last few hours and all he wanted to do was fall in bed and escape from the world and all his problems.

Of course, he couldn’t do that. Especially when he noticed Jimmy waiting for him in the kitchen. The little borrower was sitting on the edge of the counter, swinging his feet back and forth. Normally, the sight would put a soft smile on Tango’s face but today, all Tango could feel was guilt and dread gnawing at his insides.

Was Jimmy here because he thought that’s what Tango wanted?

“Hey Tango!” Jimmy exclaimed, waving a hand as a greeting.

Tango swallowed and tried his best to smile back. He feared it came out more as a grimace though. “H-Hey Jimmy.”

Jimmy tilted his head, looking confused. “Everything okay?”

Tango sighed, running a hand along his face. “...Yeah, yeah. Just a rough day at work, that’s all.” Tango decided to say, still trying to figure out what he was going to do.

Jimmy winced at that. “I’m sorry.” He looked around the kitchen for a moment. “Well, how about we order some pizza and watch a movie! To help you feel better and get your mind off work.” Jimmy suggested with a smile. Normally, Tango’s heart would go fuzzy at something like that. But with his coworker’s words echoing in his head, all he heard was Jimmy trying his best to make Tango feel better because he owed him or, maybe even, because he was afraid.

“Jimmy, you don’t…you don’t have to do that.” Tango said, not meeting Jimmy’s eyes. Jimmy frowned, head tilted in confusion.

“What? What do you mean?” Jimmy asked. Tango looked at his face. He looked genuinely confused but what if he was just a really good actor? Tango bit his lip.

“I mean that you…you don’t have to hang out with me.” Tango said, feeling awful about what he was saying. He would hate to see Jimmy go but he hated it more that he was forcing him to stay.

If anything, Jimmy just looked even more confused at that. And a bit hurt. “I don’t have to…Tango, I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Tango winced. He hadn’t missed the way Jimmy’s voice had stuttered briefly. Tango shook his head. “I know you’ve just been hanging out with me cause you think that’s what I want. Because you’re-you’re scared and you think you owe me. But you don’t! You don’t owe me anything and you can leave and never come back, like borrowers are supposed to!” Tango couldn’t stop the flurry of emotions as he told Jimmy all of this. Getting a little too heated in the moment.

Jimmy flinched, at his words or tone, Tango wasn’t sure. But it didn’t matter. Jimmy had flinched. A sign of fear. Directed right at Tango.

Tango felt sick at the thought that his coworker had been right.

Tango backed away from Jimmy, running a hand through his hair nervously. At this point, Jimmy had stood up, looking at Tango with an expression Tango couldn’t make out with his current state of mind. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was with fear though. “Tango, wait--”

“I’m gonna go.” Tango said, cutting Jimmy off. “I’m gonna go and-and you can leave. You’re free to-to leave and-and yeah. Yeah.” Tango turned around and headed back towards the door. “I’m sorry Jimmy, I’m really really sorry.” He said before leaving his apartment, closing the door behind him and not looking back.

***

Tango found himself at Impulse and Skizz’s place. He hadn’t had them in mind, he had just gotten into his car and started driving and had found that he was taking the familiar path towards their place. Maybe his subconscious knew he needed friends to talk to.

He got out of his car and knocked on their door before sticking his hands into his jacket pockets. The evening air was chilly, which did well to hide the main reason Tango was shaking.

The door opened, and he was met with a surprised looking Impulse. “Tango? What are you doing here?”

Tango bit his lip. “Can I come in?” He said, his voice hoarse from trying to push his sadness back.

Impulse seemed to pick up that something was wrong because he just nodded and stepped aside for Tango to come in. Tango took the invitation and Impulse closed the door behind him as Tango made his way into their living room. Skizz was on the couch and looked up at him with equal amounts of surprise. “Top? Did I miss a text or something?” Skizz asked, checking his phone.

“No, no I…I didn’t text ahead or anything. Sorry, I just…I wasn’t really even expecting to come here tonight. It just sort of…happened.” Tango said, looking down. Skizz looked concerned and Impulse came up behind Tango and placed a hand on his back reassuringly.

“Come on, why don’t we have a seat.” Impulse said, gently guiding Tango towards the couch. Tango sat a cushion away from Skizz while Impulse took the armchair across from the couch.

“Alright, tell us what happened Tango.” Impulse said, leaning forward in the chair to show that he was listening. Skizz had shifted his body toward Tango to portray the same thing.

Tango shook his head. “Nothing just…someone at work, someone new, told me something I should have figured out a while ago.”

Impulse and Skizz shared a look.

“Something about work?” Skizz asked.

Again, Tango shook his head. He didn’t know why he was beating around the bush. “No, about…about Jimmy.”

“Jimmy?” Impulse asked, confusion evident in his tone. “What about Jimmy?”

Tango sighed and began to explain everything that had happened. “I was telling my new coworker about something me and Jimmy had done a few days ago but she interrupted me and said…she said I had to let Jimmy go. That the only reason he was hanging out with me was because he was scared and thought he owed me for saving his life.”

Impulse and Skizz were silent for a moment. “And…you believed her?” Skizz asked, incredulous.

Tango sighed. “I didn’t want to but she-she made some good points. Borrowers are lone creatures who usually stay away from humans. But this whole time I was forcing Jimmy to keep coming back…”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Skizz said, hands up and waving. “You haven’t forced Jimmy to do anything, Top! I know you, you would never forgive yourself if you did.”

“But I--”

“Tango, we’ve met Jimmy.” Impulse chimed in, his arms crossed and his features pinched. “Nothing about his demeanor ever showed us he was afraid of you. In fact, it was the opposite. I’d never seen a borrower that comfortable with a human before.”

Tango sighed. “That’s what I thought too. But…”

“Have you talked to Jimmy about it?” Skizz asked. Tango winced.

“Uh, I mean…if by talking you mean telling him he doesn’t have to hang out with me and saying he can leave and then leaving myself then…yes?” Tango said, not looking at either of his friends.

“...Top.”

Tango groaned and placed his head in his hands.

“So let me get this straight.” Impulse said with a sigh. “Instead of talking to Jimmy about it, you just assumed that was how he felt, acted accordingly and then just left?”

Tango hesitated before nodding.

“Oh buddy.” Impulse sighed.

“I was running high on emotions, all right! Besides, Jimmy flinched. Because of me. Obviously there’s some truth to what my coworker said, right?” Tango said, not forgetting the thing that had made him just up and leave in the first place.

“Did you think that maybe he flinched because of what you said?” Skizz asked, head tilted. “I know I would be a little shocked if one of my friends suddenly told me that I didn’t have to hang out with them anymore.”

Tango blinked. “I…didn’t think about that.”

“Clearly.” Impulse said, not unkindly.

“Okay, here’s what you’re going to do.” Skizz said with a sudden clap of his hands. “You, Top, are going to march right on back home and have an actual two-sided conversation with Jimmy. Got it?”

Tango nodded. “...Got it.”

“We’ll be right here in case anything happens.” Impulse said. “But I highly doubt anything will.”

“Yeah, you and Jimmy are friends! You just gotta talk to him.”

Tango nodded along but doubt still plagued his mind. Still, he would listen to his friends and talk this out with Jimmy.

He really hoped they were right.

***

Tango took a deep breath as he made his way back to his door, key in hand. He didn’t know what to expect, if he was being honest. He told Jimmy to leave, after all, it was possible the borrower had done so already. If that was the case, Tango’s plan to talk to Jimmy would be impossible.

Tango opened the door, closed it behind him, and walked into the kitchen. Immediately, his eyes fell onto Jimmy, who was in the same spot he had left him in. Jimmy was sat down, head in one hand, looking…well, sad. But then his eyes looked up and met Tango’s and he jumped up, his eyes wide. “Tango! You’re back!”

Tango paused, not coming any closer to Jimmy. Not yet. “And you’re still here.” Tango said, a bit of shock in his voice. A part of him had really expected Jimmy to have left.

Jimmy’s eyebrows furrowed. “Of course I am. I…I don’t really know what’s going on. But I know something happened. So I waited here for you to get back. So we could…talk.”

“Right, yeah.” Tango said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m…I’m sorry. A new coworker of mine said some things that made me…doubt everything.”

Jimmy tilted his head. “Doubt everything? About what?”

Tango braced himself. “About…us.”

Jimmy blinked. “I…I’m a little confused here Tango.”

Tango sighed and got into explaining everything. “She basically said I was forcing you to be here because you're scared and you think you still owe me for saving your life. I didn’t want to believe her at first but she said borrowers are lone creatures who don’t socialize with humans if they don’t have to. The more she spoke the more I…started to believe her.” Tango shook his head. “Which is why I told you that you didn’t have to hang out with me anymore. You never owed me anything for saving you, so you don’t have to keep this up anymore.”

Tango very pointedly did not look at Jimmy throughout his entire explanation. He didn’t want to see the look of relief he feared would be there.

“Oh, Tango…” Jimmy started and Tango winced. This was it, Jimmy was gonna leave for good now. “That coworker of yours doesn’t know anything.”

At those words, Tango lifted his head and met Jimmy’s eyes. He had something akin to determination in his gaze. “She doesn’t?” Tango asked, hopeful.

“Of course not!” Jimmy exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “Tango, I’m not scared of you or think I owe you or something weird like that. You’re my friend. I come back to hang out with you because I like hanging out with you.”

“Oh…” Tango looked down, his face heating up. He knew that. Or he had known that. Until he had let his coworker’s words infect his brain and let his doubt fester into anxiety. Now he just felt bad for ever doubting Jimmy’s friendship. “Jimmy, I’m so sorry for…for doubting all of this, I--”

Jimmy waved his hand, cutting him off. The borrower smiled. “You don’t have to apologize, Tango. I get it. Doubt and anxiety really suck, don’t they?”

Tango couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at that. “Yeah, they really do.” He then paused, and sighed. “Still, I am sorry. Just, the thought of losing you as a friend…it really got to me I guess.”

Jimmy smiled softly. “I get it. It would get to me too. You mean a lot to me Tango.”

Tango smiled back. “You mean a lot to me too, Jimmy.”

“So, pizza? Movie? I know it’s kind of late, but I think we both might need it.” Jimmy suggested and Tango chuckled.

“Understatement. Yeah, that sounds really good.” Tango said and then Jimmy waved him closer. Tango smiled and bridged the gap between them, placing his hand down next to Jimmy. Jimmy grinned and got on with no hesitation.

Before going anywhere though, Tango brought his hand up and pressed Jimmy gently into his chest, their form of a hug. Jimmy seemed surprised for a moment but very quickly did his best to hug back.

After a few moments, Tango brought Jimmy away from his chest and headed into the living room. “Alright, you pick the movie, I’ll order the pizza.”

Jimmy grinned. “Sounds perfect.”

#g/t #giant/tiny #au #borrowers #mcyt g/t #hermitcraft #hermitcraft g/t #hermitfic #gtjuly2024 #day 25 #borrower jimmy #tiny jimmy

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Deep Water Prompt #3074

Contrary to popular belief, death can be reached on foot. The map, which you’ll need to kill for, is not your friend. It was first drawn by a man with death itself working against him.

#creative writing #dwp #writing prompt #death #maps #something something orpheus inspired

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aqwnstars · 1 year

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Xiao x Adepti (GN) Reader

Pronouns used: You/Yours for reader, Yet they're still gn.

Word count: 3074.

CW: None! Fluff (Slightly suggestive at the end but it's just kissing!)

NOT PROOFREAD

In a field of flowers

Xiao X adepti gn reader

He let out a sharp pained breath as he swung his spear inside a hilichurl, stabbing it in the stomach before pulling it out without mercy. He looked at his spear, the weapon that helped him kill so many innocent lives during the Archon war. He noticed the dripping crimson liquid, a dark look settled into his eyes as he remembers the amount of blood that was shed way back then. His comrade's blood, the blood of innocent civilians, and the blood of Gods that were deemed a failure.

His gold eyes rose up, admiring the clear blue sky. He was never one to admire the nature around him, he as an adepti had no time to waste for that, but this one moment, he couldn't help but think of someone he once held dear to him, someone he let himself love and get close to, someone he lost.

A sigh left his lips, more so sounding like a groan than anything as he thought to himself; "How trivial, have I not moved on already?" It was a stupid question and he refused to admit it. His heart still holds hope to the small chance of meeting you again

And so he teleported away sensing that someone was in danger.

You opened up your eyes, yawning before wiping the sleep off of them. You sit up, looking around before you realize you don't know where you are. You look at your hands, seeing dried up blood on them, your eyes widen as your memories come back.

Is the Archon war finally over? Are any of your friends and comrades alive?!

You quickly get up, wiping the dirt off of yourself, once again taking in your environment. You appear to be in some sort of cave, is that how you survived the fall? The only thing you remember right before you fell is seeing Xiao run off to help your comrades in a fight, right as he turned around an unknown God appeared behind you. Suddenly you felt sharp claws dig into the back of your neck, your body fell weak and was pushed off the mountain ledge you were standing on, you eyesight was blurry as you looked up, waiting for your impending doom as glossy tears slipped from your eyes, yet you smiled, hoping that your death would be a painless and at least somewhat useful to end to war.

As you fell you felt a sudden wetness around you, the cold water was ingulfing you whole as you drowned deeper and deeper into the dark seemingly neverending space.

Xiao grunted loudly as he slashed the enemies near him, he heard a cry for help near him. Turning his head around, he saw one of the adepti cornered, her weapon knocked away from her reach. His feet ran quicker than he had ever done so, his hands gripping his polearm he stabbed one of the creatures, slicing their organs from inside. His feet knocked it off it's feet as he yelled; "Get up! Get your weapon and fight!" he commanded, groaning as he felt a sudden pain on his back, feeling his skin getting ripped as one of the enemies jumped on his back, digging it's claws deep.

His knees felt weak as he struggled to get it off, he turned around facing the direction you were in. His eyes widened as he saw you falling, the God standing in your place.

He saw red as he put on his mask, using his ability to get closer to the God, the enemy on his long gone and knocked off.

Growls left his lips as he jumped up, directioning himself towards the God as he plunged down. His movements sped up yet he could feel himself growing weaker by the second, but he couldn't stop attacking, not until the God knelt down before him and begged for forgiveness.

Xiao panted heavily as he slashed the God one final time, the fight ending with them falling to their knees, the blood seeping onto the ground.

The yakshas attention focused on the end of the cliff, quickly running to it, ignoring everything and everyone else as he checked whether your body was near.

The water felt so comforting as you sunk deeper, the air in your lungs felt trapped as you try to keep your consciousness, but it was slipping away faster and faster.

Only a few moments passed before you finally closed your eyes, accepting your fate with open arms. As you said your final goodbyes your thoughts lingered on one specific person, someone you didn't ever want to say goodbye to. The person you were alive for. You will miss his beautiful amber eyes that looked at you, thinking he's not noticable. They looked at you with such gentle whispers of wind, oh how you long to be captured in their maze again.

Everything felt blurry as you lose your consciousness, but unbeknownst to you, the water decided to mercy your life and it started to sway, leading your body to the riverside, where you would soon be left to lay at, landing in a dark, safe cave.

If it hadn't been for the water deciding to push your body down the river which you hadn't known existed, you would've died.

As your body begins to dry, you start to cough the water out, trying to get all the water out of your lungs. It only took a few moments before you were fully awake, but you felt so tired and drained of your energy, surely you opening your eyes and.. coughing out the water was just your brain trying to put one final illusion in itself as you die?

And with that, you close your eyes once more, curling up against the cold hard stone 'wall' as you relax your breath, it feels like all your worries disappeared.

It's already been two thousand years since the war has ended, Xiao still remembered all of his friends that died in the war, everyday felt like a similar battle to one of in the war. Not in the way that any battles were tough, but staying alive with so much karmic dept hurt, the fact he was the only yaksha alive hurt, the thought, no, fact that the person most important to him died, hurt the most.

Yet he kept on living, using his body to try to make Liyue a safer place, something you would've wanted. You were always such a joy to be around, but also so annoying. He missed the way you wrapped your hands around him, your how gentle hands rubbed the soreness in his body.

Your voice sung songs as gentle as the beach waters, he remembers how you used to place his head on your lap, your hands skillfully playing with his hair, (Ah what a useful skill to have am I right?) your voice whispering the gentlest of lullabies, your beautiful songs sending the overworked yaksha to sleep, something he didn't ingulde in often despite you trying your best to make him fall asleep.

He sat on the dancing grass as the wind swayed his hair, a rare smile present on his face as his mind goes through everything he did together with you, the sparring where he always turned up victorious, the adorabe pout that you always put on as you called him unfair. He will never forget you, no matter how many years pass. As he was going through the many years of memories, a specific one lingered on his mind.

It was a few days before the two of you went to join the war, you had your sword sharp and ready for battle as Xiao polished and sharpened his own polearm. The two of you were sitting on a beautiful landscape, where all sorts of flowers bloomed brightly. The wind danced with the flowers as the you and Xiao sat in a comfortable silence. Even with you, Xiao was still calm and quiet, you always wondered is he just like that or is he not comfortable yet? Nevertheless you started speaking; ", It's so beautiful here!!" You squealed in delight, looking at the yaksha with stars in your eyes as you continued "The flowers are all so unique, every single petal is different!!" You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in before relaxing your muscles, looking into his direction.

Xiao felt his cheeks heat up at the sight. The sunlight made your features shine, your hair flowed with the wind, the faintest of smiles on your face as you opened your eyes. He looked away, knowing he'd get more flustered if he dared looked at your eyes.

"We fight in the war in a few days. Promise me that we'll make it out alive, together." You emphasized the last word, turning your whole body in his direction as your grab his hands, making his body tense up before relaxing at your touch.

Your fingers gently rubbed his rough hands before you continued; "If we don't come together, we'll wait here. In this flower field, until we meet again."

Your lips couldn't help but smile, and Xiao tried hard to not return it, but he nodded. He stepped closer to you, in his eyes was a story of sorrow, and fear for the future, for your future, I mean.

You brought his knuckles to your lips as you kiss them, his golden eyes widened at the action "Wh-why'd you do that?" He stuttered, looking away from you bashfully as you laughed.

"To seal our promise, hm?"

Why was he remembering this now? You've been gone for two thousand years, but why wouldn't his heart move on? He looked down, and noticed he was near the place where you two made the promise. It wouldn't hurt, to come here and revisit memories no?

He got up from the grass and jumped down, huffing while landing. He straightened his back as he walked to the exact place you sat together. He was careful while walking, not daring to step on a single petal of the flowers that bloomed slowly in the cold refreshing morning.

Everyday was 24 hours of torture as your presence kept his mind skipping hoops.

His eyelids closed, his long eyelashes relaxing while he took a long breath in.

Xiao's tense muscles begin to relax as he sits down beside where you used to sit, a smile resting on his face as he leaned his back against the old tree.

Your muscles were sore as you got up and left the cave, you eyes widened at the sight of Liyue, it looked so different from the war. The war has probably passed then, you hope Morax became one of the archons. You strech your legs and arms, looking around and trying to navigate yourself around the world around you.

You stop walking, a sudden memory pops in your head. Your mouth agapes as you start running, although you don't know how to navigate the new nation, you knew the overall directions around here.

You huff and pant, putting your hands on your knees as you look up in front of you, your eyes widening.

The field of flowers looked exactly like it was left, you're unsure of how much time has passed, but it must've been a long time, yet every single flower looked the same, as if nothing was changed in however many years passed.

You walked slowly to the aging tree that grew so much bigger, you could see that it was obviously cared for, who would care for a random field like this? Not that it wasn't sentimental to you, but everyone else probably ignores this place.

You turned in circles as you admired everything, the smile on your face getting wider and wider as you get nearer the tree, the smell of the newly bloomed roses fill your senses, you sit beside the tree and look up at the sky, your heart feels empty.

The lingering feeling of grief and regret was overwhelming anything positive you felt. You should've been overjoyed you're alive, that you woke up, that the war's over but you felt numb.

You looked down at your lap, you blinked, once, then twice as you try to remember what you were missing so badly.

"Why does everything feel so wrong?" You ask yourself, feeling your eyes get watery. You know you were missing something, but you can't remember what, or who.

You close your eyes, feeling tears drop down as you try to travel back in time internally.

Every memory felt more blurry than the last, if you've only been sleeping shouldn't you remember everything as if it was yesterday? Yet you couldn't, anytime you see a face, it was blurry. Except one, it was less blurry.

You're so close to remembering exactly how they look like, short dark teal hair, you remember it being soft to the touch.

Beautiful shining amber, more so gold eyes.

They were like the river you were drowning in, it was so comforting and it pulled you in. Yet his eyes held the softness that the river couldn't. It held the look of addictions, you wanted him to look at you.

As you sit in silence, you feel your heartbeat speed up little by little as you explore your memories. You wished to relearn everything about him again, to learn his strengths and weaknesses, to drown in his eyes once again.

You suddenly opened your eyes, your mouth open as you spoke; "Xi.....xiao?" You look at your hands, as if it's supposed to have it written down there, the name felt right on your tongue. "Adeptus Xiao.."

Not a second passed before someone appeared in front of you, his hair exactly like the person's from your memory. His eyes as gold as the sun. Your eyes widened as you looked at him, you could feel tears pricking at your eyes before they fell down your cheek.

"Is that... you?" His raspy voice asks, as low as a whisper. You couldn't bring yourself to reply audibly, you could only nod as you sobbed, your feet stood up by themselves, shaking as you looked at him.

"Y-you're alive?" The yaksha stuttered in pure shock, raising his hand to stroke your cheek, as if checking you're real. He blinked, once, then twice before you pulled him into a tight hug.

"I-i remember the promise we've made!" You sob into his shoulder as the memories begin flooding back, your hands gripping his waist as he awkwardly holds you back, placing his hands on your back and on the back of your head.

He might've not looked like he was as happy as he was, but little did you know the great yaksha started tearing up as you gripped tighter and tighter, afraid you'd disappear if he let go.

The two of you sat down together, your shoulders touching from how close you were. Xiao was still holding you, although more gently yet he didn't speak, his eyes did for him. You placed your head on his shoulder as you began speaking "I guess we did fulfill our promise?" You laughed to comfort yourself, still not believing how you've been sleeping for two thousand years.

"After the war ended, all of the yaksha survived until the cataclysm." You raised your brow at what he said in confusion.

"..The cataclysm was --" Xiao started explaining, his cheeks turning pink at how you were looking at him, your attention solely on him.

After he explained the last two thousand years to you, you were left dumbfounded at the end of his speech. Nevertheless you shook your head, deciding to switch the topic.

"Were you waiting for me? ...Did you... hope I was alive?" You ask, looking away from his gaze.

He nodded, looking away as well "I... always felt like you didn't die. I've spent the last two thousand years convincing myself to move on, to forget the promise and.. to forget you." He gulped, guilt swimming in his eyes. "-- yet I couldn't." He looked into your eyes, his face turning redder.

He was acting so out of character to any onlookers, but to you, he was the same old Xiao you knew, it's as if you haven't spent a second apart. You remove your head from his shoulder, you almost miss the way he pouted.

You take his hand, bring it to your lips, and kiss his knuckles again, reliving the memory centuries ago.

"I promise I'll always be with you." You smiled at him, both of your faces red at this point. He lightly parted his lips as he looked at yours, you gulp nervously as you notice the way his eyes landed on you. They were so hungry and needy.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks abruptly, pulling you out of your trance before you quickly nodded, smiling bashfully.

He returned your smile with a small one of his own as he cupped your cheek, rubbing his fingers over it softly, as if he's still convincing himself you're here.

You tilt your head as he leans in, sneaking his other arm around your waist and securing it's position as you felt his breath on your lips.

You squirm closer to him, putting your arms on his chest yet not pushing him away. You close your eyes, finally ending the distance between your lips, he leaned into the kiss, a muffled groan leaving his lips as he does so. His hands grip at your clothes as he kisses you, his tongue licking at the bottom of your lip, begging to let him inside.

You comply, moaning at how needy and desprate he was with his touch, his tongue explored the inside of your mouth, before he pulled away to breathe.

You look at each other, your faces red and your hair slightly messy. You smile at him, practicality jumping into his arms as he held you.

Despite not seeing each other for two thousand years, despite every loss Xiao has felt, despite everything that has happened between your life, you couldn't help but smile at the fact the silly promise before the war caused you to meet him again, to finally kiss him, to finally be in his arms.

And so the two of you lay, together, in the field of flowers.

<33 WOOHOO I FINALLY WRKTE THE XIAO X READER THAT HAS BEEN SITTING ON MY MKND FOR A YEAR MAYBE TWO ALMDKD

IM SORRY IF THE PERSPECTIVE CHANGES ARE CONFUSING AND ANYTHING IS BAD, ALSO I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES I MADE🫶🫶 NEVERTHELESS K HOPE YOU ENJOYED

(Tell me if you wanna a p2 if you know what i mean /hj)

#xiao #xiao x reader #xiao genshin impact #xiao x reader fluff #adepti #adepti reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact

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