#hopefully it decides to hold up in the wash or w/e

[antlerknife]

Patch experiment or w/e

[shesawriter39049]

|UNWRAP ME| M|

Pairing : Jimin X Reader (Ft a lil Tae)

“There’s a bow on my panties because my ass is a present!”

About- Honestly, you were just trying to prep gift bags for your company’s holiday party! But Jimins stressed, and needs a little brain reset sooo….I guess we’re prepping gift bags later!

Or- The company has quite a few deadlines to hit before you guys close for the holiday! Jimin’s in charge of talent and everybody’s fucking up…but in your line of work it’s a domino affect! So if his crew falls behind ultimately everybody’s behind! Hints Jimin’s stress and frustration....

WC: Sneak peek (1k)

WARNINGS: (FULL THING): Teasing, light edging, dirty talk, top/bottom OC, top/power bottom Jimin, hand restraints, unprotected sex, over stimulation, fingering (F receiving), biting/marking kink, VERY light degration kink (he playfully calls her a “little bitch/slut” once) light come play, light spanking

FINAL NOTE: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! P.S. If you’re new here Kookie joins the party a little later….

*Pierced Jimin/Red haired “Dope” Era Jimin meets 2020 Jimin!?

*Also it should go without being said but Jimin, IS Westernized, he’s from LA in this ffs!

*In true Rocki fashion I decided to do holidy prompts late af & did not finish in time for the main Holiday but w/e! Note, there is some backstory here bc this was set to be the 1st of 3 holiday prompts!** ___________________________________________________

Sunday, December 14TH, 4PM 

“Alright, so you wanna hear some bullshit?!”

K, well that’s apparently Jimin, musing around a mouth full of fries! I love how no one even bothers to knock, give notice they just show the fuck up! Whenever...

Cute.

I swear it sounds like your running a damn liquor store because there’s an obnoxious amount of bells and mistletoe hanging above the door almost acting as a doorbell at this point. Just casually Fa-la-laing together, echoing throughout your entire apartment every damn time the door opens! Honestly, your slowly regretting giving Jin and Tae free reign with decorations because that shits annoying as all hell!

Gaze still focused on your original task, not even looking in his direction “Don’t trip over the-“ There's a loud thud, followed by an obscene groan, accompanied by an even louder “Fuckkk!” Which solidified he did in fact trip over the ....

“....Box with Jin’s other Christmas tree in it ...” The words kinda died off your tongue at this point because well, clearly the warning did not fare well! “If anything’s broken I’m totally snitching just so we’re clear” Sassing over a half empty glass of spiked eggnog.

Now that you’ve finally looked at him, you find yourself hiding a smirk behind your cocktail as well! The boy is fine, you’d give him that! Looking like a model off duty, in his low cut white v, neck hidden beneath a distressed leather jacket! Topping off the look with a pair of chunky combats and disrespectfully tight dark wash denim jeans! I swear they damn near looked painted on, aviators resting on the bridge of his nose! Gucci backpack slung over his shoulder, Starbucks in one hand, and some brown bag full of grease in the other! Jimin recently went back red, looking dangerously close to the same 18 year old you met, at UCLA almost years ago now!  Just a boujier version, it’s like this Jimin’s from Calabasas instead of the Bay! Though your down for both options if we’re being real!

Not that Jimin’s not equally as good of company as well, you were honestly just expecting Tae! The two of you were starting to put together the gift bags for next week's holiday party! Hints the hot ass mess all over the floor of your living room, it’s a disgusting pile of shopping bags and boxes! Everything from Amazon to Saks Fifth, at this point you aren’t even sure where the fuck your floor starts or ends! One thing you do know for damn sure is Hobi’s going to have an aneurysm If he sees it! Sooo, hopefully Tae shows up sooner than later...

It’s become a tradition, or at least since the companies been profitable enough to do so! First off, you’re love language has always been a combination of “Gifts” and “Acts of service, so shit like this is essentially second nature!

However, quality time has slowly slipped its way into the mix over the past couple of years as well! Especially considering it’s almost a luxury for the seven of you at this point but you try not to complain! I mean Namjoon and yourself just did an interview last week for Forbes 30 under 30 for fucks sake! But anyway, like I was originally saying this little party is your way of trying to give your staff a combination of all 3 said love languages!

Above everything else you all work your asses off well, aware this is far from a 9-5, yet they give you their best constantly! Yeah, it was built on the backs of you and your boys but it wouldn’t be were it is now without everyone else! So, with that being said the schedule is as follows! 

1.Bust ass and hit all of your year end deadlines by December 22nd. 

2.The holiday party is on the 23rd...

3. Thennnnnn....after that the companies closed until the 2nd of January! 

Well kinda, if we’re being real the 7 of you never fully stop working, but you damn sure plan to try! I guess it’s the beauty and the curse of having damn near everything accessible on your phone! I swear this morning Joon was washing your back whilst you read him the latest profit/loss update from Jin soooo......that’s that!

Everyone else however....off duty with pay!

Which brings us back to the original task at hand before Jimin showed up,prepping the gift bags that get handed out at said holiday party! The invite list is pretty exclusive honestly,outside of your staff, and there plus one, the other guests are typically the immediate crew/ talent used throughout the year on various productions! Oh, there’s also special little packages mailed out to a couple of the company's sponsors as well! So all together were looking at at least 100 gift bags give or take! Of course at this stage you guys go all out but that’s not what it’s about! It’s legitimately the thought that counts!

Little gestures like this just remind people that you care,that they’re on your mind even if they aren’t currently doing you a favor! That’s what sets Onyx apart, all the little things you do without even thinking about it! Coffee, donuts, catering on set for long shoots,or even the little kits Jimin brings with him to set for the models! Fully stocked with soothing cream, heating pads, the full nine! It’s actually sad how much of a rarity it is in your line of work! 

Obviously, it goes without saying that those types of gestures aren’t feasible for everyone....However there’s companies worth more than you that do amples less!

But anyway back to Jimin and Tae! As I mentioned when the door originally opened you were expecting a mop of silver locks as opposed to red! Baby boy ran out to pick up the custom gift bags from this Indie vendor in WeHo. Hint’s why you were expecting Tae instead, now, why Jimins here I have no damn idea! Clearly we’re about to find out and apparently it’s “Some Bullshit!”

Honestly outside of checking his OOTD you didn't truly look at him. Far too busy propped on top of your oversized dining room table sorting through a manusery of  “Thank you” cards!

Eyes flicking to the left ever so slightly as you hear him shuffle closer “I-yeah sure what bullsh-wait are you eating my DoorDash?!”

It’s the way you constantly have to remind yourself that jail will not be like Orange is in the new black! Because I swear you damn near chucked this martini glass at that fire engine red dome of his!

Jimin just shrugs, a little nonchalant and unenthusiastic, almost as if he’s inconvenienced actually...

“Mmm, depends on perspective” He deadass just stuffed two more fires in his mouth! You're literally going to strangle him! It’s borderline painful how hard  your jaw tick, eyes narrowed in his direction!

Brows arched so damn high your gonna end up needing Botox from the permanent crease embedding within your skin. “Perspect-your literally eating-“

Holding a solitary finger in your direction “Tae just text me and said look at your phone and text him back...with like, a million pouty faces. Also, different note, who changed the decorations I placed on the mantle?! “

Jimin’s hand is now resting on his hip, legitimately angry about these damn decorations! I think his neck even did a couple rolls in the process, and I’m willing to bet,before he leaves they will be swapped out again!

A frustrated groan attempts to leave your throat  though it goes unacknowledged as your lacking any ounce or bite! Far too fond of both of your boys to truly be agitated at the moment! Actually that’s a lie, you high key wanna punch Jimin but it’s fine ....

“That, would be Jin, he said they clashed with the table decor” Pointing to all of the gold, and maroon colored decorations donning the marble coffee table “So, if your pissed go curse him out because I could give less than a damn! Now where the fuck is my phoneeee”

Hopping off the table causing your oversized UCLA Alum hoodie to hike over your ass. Said ass is covered or barely covered considering your cheeky, red, ruffle little panties are in fact assless! A cute little bow perched right on top of your tailbone, as if to direct the eye where to go….

Jimin is now choking on stolen fires and yeah there’s a smirk on your face as you grab your phone!

Mmmmhmmmm...and to think, maybe if he wasn’t being such a brat you’d let him unwrap one of his gifts a little early!

“Baby now he’s calling meeee” Anddddd he’s whining, wiggling his phone like it’s on fire! Ya know, moments like these in fact remind you that Tae and Jimin are the youngest!

“Oh for fucks sake!” Huffing in his direction snatching the phone and bag of Five Guys away in the process!

“Yes baby?” It’s actually terrifying how quickly your tone, and entire demeanor just switched! Somewhat reminiscent to how you’d see a mom scold one child then baby talk another all in the same breath! 

Jimin without a doubt noticed too, lip jutting out in a pout and no matter how many times you roll your eyes you still find yourself leaning forward kissing it right off! He moans into it and you Instantly taste the tangy seasoning from your fries, especially once he tries to swipe his tongue past the seam of your lips. The feeling of that tiny piece of metal playing in his mouth almost distracted you, but alas...the notion immediately reminds you why you were irked to begin with! Without even thinking you lean back into nipping at his bottom lip, though...this is Jimin we’re dealing with here! So whatever you thought you’d achieve is now dead, because a needy little whine just rustled in the back of his throat 

Speaking of love languages,there’s another called “Physical Touch” which has the words Jimin Park written all over it. So with that being said you really should’ve already been prepared for whatever’s about to unfold.

It’s subconscious at this point, head dropping down to the crook of your neck, nosing up a vein like a neglected puppy! Squeezing your waist hard enough to damn near engrave his thumb print in against your hip bones! Well, clearly he doesn’t want you going anywhere anytime soon!   

So what do you do instead? Place the bag of food on the bar, hold the phone in one hand and bring the other up to play in his freshly dyed locks! I swear this man is a second away from purring so maybe he’s not a puppy after all. Suddenly his ring clanned fingers trickle down your spine heading south, flexing his palm to squeeze down around the swell of your ass! Shifting you forward so your chest to chest...

So, here you are trying to cater to both of your boys at once...lord help you!

“No, of course I wasn’t ignoring you, I was just busy-yes Tae. You wanna put what in a what,Now?”

~~~~~

Hiii, as I mentioned above this was kinda last minute, I wrote out prompts on the 21st, then adult life kicked in. I actually had my own little office Christmas party to plan (Nothing on this scale obviously because well, we know the way the real world is rn) However because of that I couldn’t truly work on this until the 24th. However it’s been a long time since I wrote/wanted to write so I opted to just post it anyway! Hopefully the full thing will be up by the 28th at the latest.

I have also attached the overall masterlist for this AU!

7 DEEP 

[jjk-biased]

youtuber! jungkook x youtuber! reader

crack! social media au

genre: fluff, crack, some angst

chapter summary: after somehow placing 2nd overall on OGN's e-sports festival, jin fulfills his bet by taking you and your friends to lotte world for a hopefully stress-free and peaceful day.

words: 1.8k (cannot be read as standalone)

warnings: aside from cussing, none!

24. unsaid feelings

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The fireworks painted the dark sky with bright hues of red and blue. And while it could be the most beautiful view they've ever seen, Jungkook would beg to differ.

You were his prettiest view. The way your eyes would twinkle at each spark. How bright your smile would become as the glitters danced in the sky. The way your delicate hand encased in his would tighten at each exciting moment.

You were breathtaking.

Jungkook had long since ceased watching the show. He instead chose to observe your reactions to it with a dumb smile on his face. It was adorable. You were adorable.

Finally feeling his gaze on you, you found yourself turning red. Your eyes met his, then you two leaned closer.

and closer

and closer.

Until your lips were a few centimeters apart.

As the last and greatest firework exploded, you two ki—

“WAKE THE HELL UP YOU DORKS!!!”

for fucks’ sake.

Laughter rang throughout the living room as Jungkook fell from the couch. They all slept at Namjoon’s house once again after the e-sports festival had ended and it extended until today. Like how the first sleepover turned out, everyone fell asleep in the living room.

“Noisy much, Jin?” You grumble, also waking up from Jin’s morning call.

“If we wanna enjoy Lotte World and get there early, y’all shoulda been up and about.”

“IT’S ONLY 7 AM WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!”

Hoseok, who somehow already had an immense amount of energy, cackled at you and Jungkook’s state. The others wordlessly began to wash their faces, some opted to help Jin with breakfast.

After a long time of preparing, the rambunctious group of friends finally went on their trip to Lotte World.

Unbeknownst to you and Jungkook, however, the little shits had planned something that you’re not sure whether to be thankful of or angry at.

Jungkook had finally admitted to everyone else, while you were fast asleep on the floor in between Namjoon and Hoseok, that he had been harboring a genuine liking towards you. He had gone to sleep not long after, and that was when Taehyung began to brew plans to give him a little push.

It’s been awhile since you’ve gone to any amusement park, so you had a child-like wonder painted on your face when everyone went in. It was absolutely adorable to say the least and even if Jungkook was unable to say it out loud, his dopey grin was enough.

You all thought it was a good idea to start the peaceful day with death disguised as rollercoasters. You’re sure you know who wanted everyone to die so early in the day, the terrified looks of all but one little shit told you more than you need to know.

“Do we really have to do what he says?” You grumble as Jungkook basks in his success.

“Might as well do it now when the line isn’t as long…” Yoongi trailed off, slowly losing the confidence he had stored in when he heard the shrieks of the people.

Luck might not be with you today when everyone scrambled to sit at the safest parts of the cart— which is everywhere but the first row. Moreover, the only person left to sit with you was none other than the idiot responsible for your demise that day.

“Hurry up pumpkin, you’re so slow!”

Whatever retort you wanted to throw was shoved in your throat when the staff secured your death seat.

“Aw is little pumpkin scared?”

“For the last time, jungleboy, I am nOT LI— FUCK THIS RIDE AAAAAH”

To say the least, your luck took a vacation and left you to suffer with Jungkook and the others.

Everyone decided to eat lunch after that traumatizing event. Namjoon and Jin were scouting for a place to eat, Hoseok and Yoongi decided to look for food choices, and that left you with the three youngest idiots of your idiot group to explore the rigged booths.

There was a shooting game where you just had to knock over the pyramid of cans to get the fluffiest alpaca ever. And while you’ve ingrained it in your mind that these games are scams, the child in you couldn’t resist wanting to win one because 1) alpaca soft 2) alpaca big.

Jungkook wasn’t an idiot— dear lord, someone tell him — or at least he could tell the meaning of your longing stare towards the cute alpaca plush.

With a sigh, he stopped you from doing one of the most dramatic “goodbyes” ever to an alpaca plush and tried for the game.

“Step right up, mister! Win anything in this booth for your girlfriend for the small price of ₩5,000!”

“Oh, w-we aren’t— he isn’t,” you pathetically denied. It seemed you were the only one who got embarrassed though because Jungkook didn’t deny anything.

He did it with so much ease that even the staff was left speechless at his show. Maybe it was the alpaca he gave you talking, but damn did butterflies erupt in your tummy. He looked so cool shooting the cans with so much focus. To think he spent money and did so just for you, you were sure your heart melted (and it wasn’t because of the heat!!)

You thought the funny feeling would die down after.

Boy were you wrong.

Time after time after time again, he never failed to make you feel giddy inside.

When the two of you were paired up for this horror house, he never made you feel embarrassed. He instead offered his arm to you, even going as far as wrapping said arm around you so you could find refuge in him when a particular bit scares you more. Poor boy was too flustered from the entire ordeal to even notice some of the scarers.

Then there was this time where he cheered out of glee when you won from one of the booths. (you two used Jin’s money though lmao) He had complimented you endlessly on how “great you were, pumpkin!”

Though he’d often tease you about your shorter stature, he lets you use him as a shade from the harsh sunlight. It was a small but nice gesture.

Everyone else retreated to the restrooms after thinking it was a good idea to drink a lot before going to the teacups ride. The look on their faces was a memory you’ll never forget.

You two sat on one of those benches nearby and began to talk about random things— ramens and gaming included. Jungkook received a text from Jimin saying that the lines were too long and they could roam around while waiting.

“How about we go to those souvenir shops? I wanna buy something now before it gets too crowded,” You suggested, pointing to the array of stores.

“I don’t mind that, let’s go!” He cheered, taking hold of your hand (you don’t know if he’s aware of that or not but it made you red).

The next hour was spent trying on dorky thingamajigs and whatnot. After trying on a pair of funny specs, you decided it was time to go back to checking out rides.

The sun had begun to set and pink hues scattered through the sky. It allowed for a more calm and serene mood to set in as you two walked, your arms linked, and roamed around the parks (as well as trying to ignore the bustling noise of happy kids and crying babies lmfao)

Ramen, that was the name of the alpaca Jungkook won for you, was safely tucked in his arms. You, on the other hand, were busy munching on the popcorn that Jungkook bought (it was supposed to be for himself but you had your ways)

You probably didn’t hear whatever was going around, too busy eating his popcorn to care, but Jungkook heard every murmur people threw your way. Admittedly, he wished that you two were actually a couple like the little kid said

He wasn’t sure how it began. You two started on a rather weird meeting— with you mocking his so-called fifth grader level skills in Overwatch to him replying rather pettily to win the argument. Somewhere down the line, you two actually had common friends and were forced to meet. That was the moment he was taken aback by you.

Well honestly, he was always taken aback.

You were witty; always had comebacks ready to deploy for every remark he had. You were skilled; not only a master at time management for balancing college life with your career, but also great at gaming. You were kind-hearted; though your verbal jabs were piercing, he knew you meant no harm.

You were too good for this world.

So when he had scared you, rather unintentionally, with a horror game, he regretted it so much. But to be honest, he was also thankful for that day. God knows he probably wouldn’t have had the chance to “restart” how he treated you if he hadn’t fucked up.

You probably didn’t notice how his teasing now focused more on the thought of you with him. While he isn’t the best at conveying romantic feelings, he was absolutely fluent in memes.

Thank god for memes.

But at some point, he does have to tell you what’s going on. He can’t stay in this weird space with you— somewhere between friends who fight and friends who flirt. With a shaky sigh, he decided today was the day.

As if the universe were with him, you then finally noticed his silence. It was heart-warming to see concern in your pretty face when you took note of the unusual quietness.

“Are you okay, kook?”

Like a goldfish out of water, he opened his mouth then closed it again.

Fuck, it was harder than he thought.

Thousands of thoughts went through his head. Will you take him seriously? Will you stop being friends? Will you hate him for the feelings he harbored?

Every negative thought disappeared at the sound of your amused laugh.

He reminds himself why he liked you so much and gathers little courage to speak out his mind.

This is it.

Oh my god, this is it.

“Y/N, I have something to tell you…” He trailed off, now facing her properly. (poor Ramen was being squeezed to death)

You became nervous. Did he notice my staring? Holy shit is he gonna tell me I’m weird?

“I think I li—”

“Y/N!”

Internally groaning at yet another interruption, Jungkook turned to whoever decided to call you out. It was a guy, definitely older than you. He turned to you, silently questioning if you knew the intruder, and was surprised to see none of your cheery aura.

You were livid.

“Daniel Y/L/N.”

a/n: tumblr decided to be a bitch and didn't save every edit i made so this took awhile. also, #danielisoverparty and oops, y'all thought Daniel was an ex lmao ig i made him sound too ex-y 🤡

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[milkywinnie]

"𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧" || PRINCE ZUKO

𝟎𝟎. 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 (2,579 Words)

"You know, I live with many regrets, but the biggest things I regret at this moment was not bringing a jacket..."

You huffed, shivering from the cool breeze that swept past in your direction. Shakily, you rubbed your hands together, and lifted them next to each other to ignite a small flame from within your palms.

'It's so cold that I have to spare my breaths.' You sighed, spreading out the map down on the wooden surface. "I need to find a village soon. My food supply is running low." Ever since you had escaped from the Fire Nation and its kingdom, times have never been harder, especially knowing that you're constantly on the run.

The water currents shifted and swayed in a variety of directions, signaling the upcoming of a dangerous storm. "Oh no...! This can't be any good." You clenched your fists, discarding of the flames rising upon your palms, and rushed to find a secure shore to rest upon.

The tides raised chaotically as you let out a muffled scream as the waves crashed against the frail boat. With haste, you tucked the letter securely into your bag, before you felt your body being submerged into the icy waters below you. 'I can't go out like this...! I have to find the Avatar!'

But the air escaping from your lungs refused your desire to call for help. Desperately, you clung onto a scrap from the broken boat. "Someone, please..." You coughed out, your consciousness slipping from your being, feeling your body become lethargic, and your mind hazy and clouded.

In the distance, figures approached you, but they were too late - you had passed out.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

When you woke up, you realized that you were in an area unfamiliar of your own. "W-Where the hell am I...?" You murmured softly, lifting yourself from upon the firm polar bear skin you were snuggling upon. All you could actually recognize was the throbbing headache that was pounding against your head.

"Hey, I think she's waking up!" A feminine voice exclaimed, causing you to rise from your dazed state. "Who's there?" You stated in a demanding tone as you scrambled from the floor to get into your fighting stance. "O-Oh, don't worry! I'm not a threat to you!"

You skeptically glanced over  at the pretty, young girl in front of you. Her long, deep brown hair that was braided into a singular braid. Her sapphire-colored eyes shined brightly - maybe out of fear or bewilderment from your actions.

Her custom tribal clothing let alone made you immediately aware of the fact she was from the Water Tribe, and knowing your directions, most likely from the southern district.

"My name is Katara, and I come in peace. My brother and I found you washed upon a glacier." She introduced herself, extending a hand out in your direction. Relaxing your posture, you shook her extended hand. "Thank you for rescuing, I'm in your gratitude." You thanked her, before pulling your hand away.

"I'm sorry, but where is my bag? I must continue my venture as quickly as possible." You wondered, looking aimlessly in multiple directions in search of you beaten and probably soaked luggage, much like your cloak.

"Oh, everything was soaked to the bone in that bag, so my tribe took the custody into warming it up." Katara explained, placing a bowl of soup down on the low tea table in front of you. "I'm sorry, but I must be on my way! I have to meet up with the Avatar!" You instantly froze at her statement.

"The Avatar?!" You yelled, rushing up to her to clutch her shoulders tightly. Katara, obviously, flinched from your sudden burst of energy, but she nodded nonetheless. "Yes... His name is Aang, and he brought us back here while we were trying to reach out to you."

You were completely stunned with the news that you had received. "T-This is amazing! I'm actually speechless!" You gasped in amazement as you giddily embraced the younger girl into a hug. "Yeah, I definitely agree!" She beamed, hugging you back. Now that you've realized that your hunt was over, you felt a little more at ease.

"Wow, Katara, real professional, and you say I couldn't snuggle up with her while trying to warm her up." A make voice whined with disbelief. "And I'm going to assume that he's the brother you speak of, right?" The both of you giggled, pulling away from the rather warm hug.

"Hey, the name's Sokka, gorgeous." "And I'm not interested, lover boy." You hummed, winking playfully at the boy in front of you. His brown hair was shaved amongst most of its perimeter, leaving him with a parting on the top of his hair, which was formed into a bun. The boy, most likely the same age as you, eyes burned in your direction, mentally plotting as to what to do next.

He wore a familiar uniform, much like Katara's, but with his own weaponry slung around him. "But now..." Sokka began, before aiming his dagger, which was constructed into the form of a boomerang, pointing directly at you.

"What are you doing within this region?" He sneered shakily, but his voice demanded answers. You chuckled at his brute approach, watching how Katara attempted to calm her elder brother down. "Me? I'm just a mere traveler who sought to travel the world..."

The lies slipped past your lips with ease as you faked a wry smile. "It was so frightening on my own, and I appreciate such kind, humble citizens like yourself saving me." Sokka and Katara exchanged glances between themselves, watching their facial expressions shift into ones that displayed guilt.

"It's no problem, miss, really." Katara comforted, patting your shoulder gently. Sokka released a stream of incoherent words muffled under his breath in defeat.

"Fine, she can stay a little while longer, but by sunrise she must go." Sokka declared, looking over at you. you could feel his distraught, suspicious demeanor still wavering from off of him, but for now, you knew that you were in the clear.

"Great! Now you can stay, and even meet the Avatar!" Katara grinned happily, pulling you along outside of the tent. You squinted from the harsh sunlight that was being emitted, and reflecting from the pale white snow. Looking further, you noticed several little children and adults in awe, watching an entity fly throughout the cool winds.

You couldn't believe it, you were in amazement to the sight you were viewing. There he was, flying his in the bright blue sky. "Amazing..." Was the only word you could muster as you watched what took sight from above. Well, it was amazing up until the point where the poor boy crashed into the watchtower.

"My watchtower!" Sokka cried out, rushing to the pile of rubbish that as left behind for him. "That was amazing!" Katara gushed before rushing to Aang's side to help him up. "Definitely, I dare say that I am impressed." You smiled, clapping your hands together. Though the Avatar was much younger than you thought, it he was intriguing.

As Sokka was digging through the broken watchtower, Aang released a powerful gust of wind, causing snow to topple down upon him. You tried to muffle your giggle by covering your hand over your mouth.

"Great. You're an airbender, Katara's a waterbender, together you can just waste time all day long." Sokka taunted, patting the snow from off from his body. 'A waterbender, huh? Duly noted.' Your [e/c] eyes glanced over at the pair of teens conversing happily about their abilities, knowing that you couldn't put your input of your firebender powers.

'People fear others from the Fire Nation, they hate them...'

Sokka noticed your discomfort, and decided to approach you. "Hey, it's okay to be uncomfortable around benders. They're overrated, anyway." Sokka blushed slightly from your little laugh, watching as you shuffled closer next to him.

The invite to converse with another was refreshing, along with Sokka's vivid personality. Despite his misogynistic conceptions, you could tell that he was genuine with his passions., and you liked that especially about him.

"Hey, I've gotta go train my men, but you're allowed to observe, if a girl like yourself is into that type of thing."

You had to scoff at Sokka's comment. "Although I'd love to show you off at your little lesson, out of gratitude, I'll watch."

Sitting on the frozen water, you watched as Sokka assembled the team together with haste. While he was getting everything together, you quickly looked around for your bag, and an escape route, if things went in the wrong direction for you.

You were astonished to see a flying bison that was sleeping on the floor across from you. Its arrow symbols that trailed up and down its body made it easy to realize that it was Aang's, but then again, only the Airbenders wielded such useful and kind creatures.

'Maybe the flying bison wouldn't mind helping me...' You pondered, also mentally noting to grab your bag as well. Hopefully, no one bothered to look through it, or else you'd be given away.

"Now men, it's important that you show no fear when you face a Firebender. In the Water Tribe, we fight to the last man standing. For without courage, how can we call ourselves men?" You quickly realized that Sokka's training has begun, and decided to pay a bit more attention to him.

Not to mention that his "men", were a group of little toddlers who clearly didn't want to be here, especially one kid, who was desperately trying to go to the restroom. "I gotta pee!" He cried out, trying to hold his bladder best that the poor boy could.

"Just let the boy go, Sokka." You intervened, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. Though Sokka was ready to protest, you asked, "Actually, who else needs to go on a potty trip?" Every other kid raises their hands, and Sokka sighs at the sight.

You send them off to the bathroom, watching as Sokka slaps his forehead in embarrassment and disgust of his mini crew mates. "It's okay, Sokka. They're just little kids, after all."

After Sokka's failed lesson, Katara approached the two of you. "Have you seen Aang? Gran Gran said he disappeared over an hour ago." Katara's voice wavered, concerned for the younger boy as she looked around for him.

"No, I haven't seen him around, but I'm sure he's fine, Katara." As if on cue, Aang exits the bathroom with a childish grin. "Wow! Everything freezes in there!" The children laughed at his statement as Sokka becomes upset from the constant interruptions.

"Ugh! Katara, get him out of here. This lesson is for warriors only." Sokka grunted, making a shooing motion towards Aang. You barely managed to suppress a laugh. "I think your lesson is gonna be cut short, Sokka." You mentioned, directing your eyes over to the children playing around the bison.

"Haha, yeah!" Aang nodded, noticing your presence. "Hey, you're the girl Appa and I saved!" He grinned, making his way over to where you and Katara stood. "Appa?" You raised a brow at the unfamiliar name.

"Yeah! Appa's my flying bison, and I'm Aang!" He introduced himself, smiling proudly. A slight smile crossed your face as you waved politely.

"Nice to meet you, Aang. My name is-"

"Stop! Stop it right now!" Sokka yelled, finally done with putting up with all the chaos going on around him. "What's wrong with you? We don't have time for fun and games with a war going on." He seethed, pointing his finger directly into Aang's chest.

"What war? What are you talking about?" Aang stopped playing around at the mention of a war. He was so stunned at the fact that the world he used to know was changing all around him in an instance, and that scared him.

Though the feeling wasn't as severe as it were have been for you, knowing that your father had left for the war, and knowing that he would never return back home was always a sad thought. Knowing this, your mother was forced into careers that wasn't a pleasant lifestyle, but was something that she could provide for you.

"You're kidding, right?" Sokka's jaw dropped in surprise, unable to  believe that Aang was unaware of the constant war that was occurring for over one-hundred years. "Something's not right here..." You murmured softly to yourself, mentally connecting the dots as to why Aang didn't know everything that had transpired.

You were about to investigate deeper with Aang, but he was gone with the wind, along with Katara following after him. "Now that there's no more distractions, care to observe in peace?" Sokka flirtatiously wiggled his eyebrows as you rolled your eyes in amusement. "Sure, after I find my bag. I have a change of clothes in there." You motioned to your beaten up satchel.

"Fine, go look through your purse, I'll start again with my men."

"Sure, ponytail, but you'll be upset when I won't see what's going on."

And you wished you were out there when a sudden strike was laid upon the once peaceful village, and the heat of the attack made it all to familiar as to the enemies that were fighting.

"The Fire Nation..." You growled in disgust, quickly changing into your other outfit that covered more of your [s/t] skin, and covered your hair. You reached through your bag, grabbing your silver-trimmed fan with thin blades that structured the weapon.

You rushed out of the tent to see a large, metal ship heading in the direction of the village, already see part of the once frozen grounds melted with ease. "Oh no, they've already started attacking." You muttered, running up to where Sokka was tightly wielding his weapon, his hand shaking out of either fear or anger.

"You told them about us being here!" Sokka yelled, jabbing his pointer finger in my direction. "Maybe you just infiltrated our home, so that they could take over!" "And why the hell would I do that when I'm on the run from them!?" You shot back, aiming your weapon into his chest.

"Well, because we don't even know a lot of information about you like your name?!" Sokka defended his case, crossing his arms in protest. "Well, I tried to tell it to Aang, but you interrupted our conversation, dumba-"

"What the heck is going on here?"

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[NOTE]: Thank you all for reading my Zuko x Reader Story! The purpose of this story was not only to relive one of my first childhood crushes, but to allow everyone who is new to this community to experience a proper fanfic that follows the plot of the story, and still with a hint of romance with our best boy, since I am aware that there is not many! Please know that this story will be a slow burn, and will have some moments of smut, so be aware!

Any who, please make sure to like, comment, and share this story to others who may enjoy it as well! Much love, and I hope to see you all in the next chapter, lovelies!

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We’ll Meet Again Pt.2 (Sam Winchester X Reader)

Hey. Part 2 of the series is now here. Hopefully you get the whole plot in this one.

Sam woke up to an ungrateful sight. Your pink bowl that once held your mashed potatoes we’re now on your side of the bed table and your glitter spoon was till in his mouth, needless to say he didn’t have an eventful night. He had heard Dean and Cas try to get him out of his room to at least wash out everything before passing out, they had no luck on that. He swore he had the weirdest dream that nigh. You we’re still here and alive, sitting on your room floor trying to teach yourself how to help the brothers how to decode something. Charlie was on the other end of the line of a phone call guiding you through the steps. It all felt so real, Sam could feel your touch when you went to ruffle his hair while talking to Charlie. The smell of your rosewater shampoo still lingered in the air. Sam didn’t understand why somebody would play such a cruel joke on him.

“Sammy, you up yet?” Dean asked as Sam came back to terms with reality.

“Yeah,” he mumbled. Sam stared blankly at the wall in front of him.

“Well, do you want something to eat?” Dean asked slowly. He was’t aware of how on edge Sam could be. Sometimes a small argument could send the brothers into a full blown fight.

She isn’t here though,” Sam responded to his brother through closed doors.

“I know man, I miss her too,” Dean started. He paused trying to figure out his next words. “You know she’d kill me if you don’t eat,” Sam let out a small laugh. You were quite the scary person with the one’s you loved. Once Dean and him came back unfed and tired. Dean never got the end of that statement.

“I know she would,” Sam said trying to not think about what he had witnessed a few hours before waking up

“See anything weird last night?” Dean asked when Sam finally opened the door. His face paled.

“N-no nothing really,” Sam stumbled. Who could he even fool with that one.

“Yeah, and I’m still clean,” Dean chuckled. “You don’t have to tell me now Sam,”

“I wasn’t going to Dean,” Sam said rolling his eyes. It was only a matter of time until Sam could really say anything. He couldn’t keep it locked up forever, he was going to have to say something eventually.

“Anyway there’s pancakes on the table and we have another case,” Dean started. “You don’t have to go on this one,” he offered.

“No I’m fine with going. What are we hunting?” Sam stated.

“I don’t know man. It seems like a basic salt n’ burn,” Dean explained.

“Dean, is he awake?” Cas seemed to yell from somewhere in the bunker.

“Yeah he is,” Dean yelled back. Sam tilted his head in confusion. Did something happen between Cas and him.

“Did something happen while I was being ‘sad Sam’,” Sam had asked. Suddenly something made a noise in your room. Both Winchesters had heard whatever it was.

“One, nothing happened while you were out. Two please tell me you heard that too,” Dean stated.

“Okay and yes I heard it too,” Sam said standing up to investigate whatever that noise was.

“Okay boys, pack up the sobbing train,” You said. But neither one of the Winchesters could see you.

Earlier you had dropped a glass that was on the table counter, it was from a few hunts ago when you were staying up to help the boys from the bunker. Could they not see you? You had picked up a pencil and started to move it to see if they could see that too.

“Sammy, that’s not you right?” Dean asked pointing to the now floating pencil.

“No, it could be Jack though,” Sam said looking back at the door to see if the Nephilim was anywhere near.

“I don’t think Jack is capable of moving objects from other rooms,” Dean stated. Sam instantly remembered he had an ouija board from a few years ago to contact some old spirits.

“Maybe they could get to us using this,” he said holding it out.

“Sam now’s not the time for kid games,” Dean started. Sam held out the board to him.

“It worked all those years ago, it doesn’t hurt to try,” Sam said sitting down and setting it up. You were laughing hysterically at this. This was Sam Winchester, the incredibly dorky hunter who did research and spited thousands of things that most people don’t even believe in.

“Yeah it totally works,” Dean started. “If you’re 13,”

“Hey don’t push out the luck. Y/N might respond with something,” Sam said putting a ring of salt around himself just in case you weren’t the one contacted. He also made a broken salt circle which left an opening for you to get in to contact him.

As soon as Sam had started you had sat down in the space that was intended for you. He had asked all the basic questions that a teenager would ask. Soon you were getting tired of the yes and no questions so you decided to start one on your own.

“P…A…P…E…R?” Sam questioned at you. “You want me to get paper to write something down?” You moved the eye towards the ‘yes’ at the top of the board. Sam moved towards your table and grabbed some paper and a glitter pen and sat back down again. You moved the eye again

“S…A…M.” He wrote it down. “Hey that’s my name,” he said laughing. “W…H…I…T…E…B…A…L…L” He spelt out and wrote it on the paper. He squinted and tried to see what he had to do with a white ball. “What?”

“Maybe she’s giving you a hint on something man,” Dean said looking in your room for a white ball.

“Are you trying to give us a hint?” Sam asked you. The eye had moved again to the ‘yes’. You tried to spell another word to help them out. “C…A…S…K…N…O…W…S,” Sam wrote it down on the paper as well.

“I’ll go ask if he knows anything about a white ball,” Dean said excited not only to speak to Cas but to help Sam get out of this moping session.

“Anything else sweetheart?” Sam had asked you. Dean was off to ask Cas and both of you knew he wasn’t going to be back anytime soon.  You moved the eye around a bit more spelling out the sentence ‘I miss you Sam’ and a question on how Jack was doing. “About that,” he started. “He hasn’t been taking that well,” Sam said. Before you had died, Jack and you had a sibling like bond. “He’s been asking about you ya know. Poor kid doesn’t understand,” Sam said holding back the tears again. He wouldn’t cry in front of you, he couldn’t. He was the only thing holding this group together in a way. You seemed to spell out the words ‘you can cry’ to him and so he did.

You seemed to not understand this side of Sam. You’ve seen him cry before but it was always more silent and composed. Getting up from your current spot you walked towards your closet and pulled out the blanket Sam himself had got you for Christmas.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Sam asked as he saw the blanket being thrown at him. He caught it and still didn’t understand. Since he still couldn’t see you but knew you were with him you had picked up the pencil and wrote something down for him.

“Hey, I think Cas has the answer,” Dean said busting through the door. Sam was still looking at what you had wrote. “What is it?”

“Nothing, nothing. Let’s go,” Sam responded folding the paper and putting it in his jacket pocket and walking out of your room while tapping Dean’s shoulder.

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((Here’s another self-indulgent ship drabble! I decided to do something loosely based on a piece of fanart I saw a while ago and have saved to my phone. I also just really like fairytales so there’s that! I’m placing this under a cut for obvious reasons!))

“Seiji?!”

When Tsubasa walked through the woods, the last person she expected to see was Seiji. But something was wrong. Terribly, horribly wrong. He was just lying there, eyes closed and appearing to be locked within a deep sleep. Had he passed out due to exhaustion? Attacked? Or was it something else? Whatever it was, Tsubasa knew he did not simply decide to take a nap within a forest. It wasn’t like him.

Tsubasa rushed to his side and kneeled down. She immediately checked his pulse, breathing a sigh of relief when she felt it. So he was still alive. Knowing that, she gently put a hand on his shoulder and shook him.

“Seiji... please wake up!” Despite her shaking and her pleas, he was unresponsive. A whimper escaped past her lips. How did he end up like this and how was she going to wake him up? If someone did this to him, Tsubasa knew she had to do something to make them pay for harming Seiji. But she had to focus on helping him first.

Tsubasa looked down at the sleeping boy, holding back tears. What could she possibly do to help him? As she pondered what to do, she put a hand on his face and gently stroked it, briefly running her fingers through his hair. He was one of the most important people in her life; she had to do what she could to protect him. So she got out her Cure Line and called Blue. Before she could do anything, it was best to get Seiji to somewhere safe.

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A little while later, Tsubasa paced outside a room in the Blue Sky Embassy. Blue and Red were able to confirm one thing: somebody used magic on him for whatever reason. Was it one of those sadistic gray-faced mages? Or was it an enemy who wanted to upset the Happiness Charge Precure?

In any case, Seiji was resting on a spare bed while the gods tried to figure out how to wake him. Hime was currently visiting him, clearly just as worried about his well-being as Tsubasa was. The others were on their way and would be at the Embassy soon.

As Tsubasa was lost in her thoughts, she barely heard the door opening. The sound of Hime’s footsteps snapped Tsubasa out of her trance, causing her to stop pacing.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Seiji’s like Sleeping Beauty right now,” Hime remarked when she noticed Tsubasa looking at her. After she said that, Hime blinked. “Oh, that gives me an idea!”

Tsubasa raised an eyebrow. Considering what Hime just said, she had a sinking feeling she knew what that idea was. She’d been so panicked upon seeing Seiji in that state, that hadn’t even been a passing thought. Her cheeks heated up in seconds.

“You’re thinking what I’m thinking, aren’t you?” Hime gave her a small, knowing grin. “He did it for you when you were under the influence of those gray-faced creatures, so why not repay the favor? Besides, if it doesn’t work out, I’m sure we’ll figure out another way to save him!”

“B-but! I-I’d be w-willing to do anything to s-save him, but I... pl-please don’t look, okay?” Tsubasa’s gaze trailed down to the ground as she spoke, hiding her face, which had become as red as a beet. Hopefully the next kiss she shared with Seiji would be when they were both awake...

“It’s okay! I’ll be waiting right outside and nobody has to know!” Hime assured her, giving her a small pat on the head. Muttering a small thanks, Tsubasa went into the room where Seiji was resting.

Upon seeing him upon that bed and thinking about what she was about to try, Tsubasa’s heart began pounding so hard it was almost unbearable. This had to work. This had to or else Tsubasa wasn’t sure what to do.

The act itself was quick. Tsubasa quickly approached him, gave him a kiss on the lips and stepped away, praying that it would work. Even then, she almost couldn’t believe it when his eyes opened.

“What happened...?” Seiji muttered as he held his head and slowly sat up, looking around the room. When his eyes met hers, a squeak escaped past her lips despite her best efforts to stay calm. “Tsubasa...? What are you doing here? What am I doing here?”

 The relief that washed over Tsubasa was too much for her to bear. She burst into tears and rushed to his side once again, throwing her arms around him in a tight embrace.

“Thank goodness you’re okay. I was so, so worried!” Tsubasa cried. It was then that Hime and the others came into the room.

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A while later, after Tsubasa had a chance to calm down and the situation had been explained to Seiji, the two of them sat alone in the Embassy’s room. The others decided to give them some time alone to cool down.

“I’m sorry for worrying you like that. And thanks,” Seiji began, rubbing the back of his head. Tsubasa blinked. As Hime promised, she didn’t tell anyone about what Tsubasa did.

“E-eh? What do you mean?” Tsubasa tried to play dumb, still a little embarrassed by the fact she’d done the deed at all.

“You’re easy to read, Tsubasa. The only person worse than you at hiding her emotions is Megumi. Besides, this isn’t the first time a gray-face has decided to use magic for their own ends. For what end, I don’t know, but the next time I see one, I’m going to make sure they don’t bother us again,” Seiji said, briefly clenching his fists. Tsubasa nodded.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, but I’m glad you’re not hurt...” Tsubasa said. 

“It’s fine. I’ve been through worse, honestly. Besides,” Seiji began, pulling Tsubasa into a hug, “you can probably say you’ve repaid me for that one time I had to break one of those annoying spells.” Tsubasa squeaked.

“Y-yeah, I guess!” Tsubasa’s face once again heated up. She’d probably blushed more than she usually did this week! Seiji released her from the hug before smiling and standing up.

“Now let’s put this behind us and rejoin the others,” Seiji said, offering Tsubasa a hand to stand up. Tsubasa took that hand and smiled gently at him. 

“Yeah, let’s!” Tsubasa was more than ready to never mention this incident again, but at least Seiji was safe!

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Aura: An Unknown Program

Heyyy guys! I’m finally posting this to Tumblr, heh. This is Anti’s perspective of things during Changes and Growth! I won’t say a ton here, but I hope you enjoy the fic! --------------------------------------------- “Chill? This is Anti we’re talking about! Do you not know what he’s done to all of us!?” Anger and fear, so sharp and bitter he felt like he was choking on it.

“You seriously cannot be asking us to be calm around that glitch!” Confusion and worry swirled around him alongside the fear, filling his head and making everything foggy- making it impossible to tell where his feelings ended and theirs began.

“How do I make it stop?” He barely realized it was him that spoke, everything was too loud and hurt and all the emotions were drowning him make it stop make it stop-

I’ll make it stop-

Anti jolted awake and sat up, eyes wide and feeling shaky, those four words echoing menacingly through his head.

‘What was that…?’

He swallowed, bringing a hand up to rub at his neck, though he wasn’t entirely sure why, then took a few deep breaths and shook his head. ‘Just a nightmare, don’t go scaring yourself…’

Thankfully, a distraction came in the form of a knock on the door, and Anti pulled himself out of bed to go answer it, finding himself yawning as he did so. “Is it time for dinner already…?”

The man who had comforted him yesterday- Jack, that was his name- smiled, and Anti couldn’t help but relax at the wave of kindness washing over him, smiling softly back as his nightmare faded to the back of his mind. “Actually, it’s morning. I decided to let you sleep last night, but I’m sure you’re hungry now. Breakfast is downstairs.”

Anti perked up, his stomach growling, “Is there any coffee?” he asked hopefully.

Jack laughed, and Anti decided he liked the sound. “Of course there is! There’s always coffee in this house, it’s the lifeblood of most of us. Marvin also made pancakes, and he makes the best pancakes, you’re in for a treat!”

Even as he agreed and started following the other down to the kitchen, Anti tried to sort out which one Marvin might have been. ‘I think he was one of the angry ones…? But the quieter one, not that one with the hat… Oh, maybe he was the one with-’ Anti stopped dead in his tracks as they entered the room, sucking in a breath and curling in on himself as he realized how thick the air was with dread. He felt sick. It took a few moments for him to realize everyone was staring at him, and when he did he swallowed, glancing around at them nervously. ‘Scared again, why are they scared…?’

“Uh… G-good morning…?” He mumbled it, trying his best not to feel ashamed as well as sick.

The others looked at each other, the one in the hat scowling as they seemingly spoke without words, until what appeared to be the youngest sighed, and smiled at Anti. “Good morning, Anti. Would you like some breakfast?”

It was slow, a little wary, but with that smile came a little buzz of hope, and Anti relaxed a little as the room became a bit more bearable. “Yeah, I'd love some, thanks. Some coffee too, if it's not any trouble."

“Oh yeah, of course!” He summoned the other over with a wave of his hand, and Anti went right over to him, relieved as the young man continued. “I’m Jackie, by the way, nice to meet you properly…”

After that, he had a few hours to himself as everybody went their separate ways after breakfast. Jackie was doing something with Marvin- who, he discovered, was the one with long hair that always felt more nervous or angry than scared- and Jack had to record something. The man was kind enough to leave him his laptop, however, and Anti found himself thoroughly enjoying a different YouTuber named Markiplier, especially the horror games he played.

Now, he paused the video he was currently on, a game called Alien Isolation, and got up from his bed to head downstairs to get some water. Maybe Jackie would be done with Marvin, and they could spend more time together. He’d still been scared of Anti, but… He was trying to be nice, at least.

It turned out he ran into Chase, instead, rounding the corner to find him in the living room, though it seemed the man hadn’t noticed him yet.

“Uh- h-hey, Chase,” he started a little hesitantly, stopping to give the other a little wave.

“Wha- fuck- ” Chase swore as he kicked the coffee table and stumbled, hitting the ground hard and barely avoiding banging his head on the wood. “Oh crap- I-I’m so sorry, let me help you!”

Anti hurried over and held out a hand for the other, grabbing gently for his arm, but the moment he made contact, fear tore through him, so strong he felt dizzy, and Chase ripped his arm away and scrambled back. “Don’t touch me!”

Anti stumbled back, his chest tight as he clutched at his shaking hand, mind a little foggy with the absolute terror that had just coursed through him, but Chase didn’t even seem to notice, sharp stabs of anger assaulting Anti as the other backed away to the other side of the room, clutching his arm. “You scratched me, you little shit- what were you gonna do to me, huh!? Lock me away? Tie me up and torture me!?”

“N-no, wait-” He stumbled over his words, flinching with every one that came out of Chase’s mouth, and hesitantly took a step forward. “I-I’m sorry, I w-was just-”

“Don’t take another step!”

Anti flinched back as the dad’s hand dropped down to the pistol at his belt, and for a brief, blinding moment, he only knew a searing, shattering pain, like his entire body was breaking apart at the seams. And then he blinked, and the pain was gone, and the gun hadn’t been pulled out, just leaving him shaking and feeling heat pricking at his eyes. When he noticed Jack in the room, standing near Chase, he scrambled to explain, not knowing if he could bear the one nice person starting to hate him too.

“I-I’m sorry, I j-just… it was a-an accident, I swear!”

“Like hell it was!” Another stab of anger from Chase, another wave of fear rushing through Anti, though this time mostly his own. “You don’t draw blood by accident!"

“Okay, everyone calm down,” Jack said gently, holding his hands up, then approaching Chase. “Chase, show me your arm.”

Chase shot a withering glare at Anti, muttering something he couldn’t quite hear as Jack inspected his arm, and Anti hunched his shoulders, looking firmly down at the floor as he struggled not to start crying then and there.

‘Why does he hate me so much…? I just wanted to help him, I didn’t mean to scratch him-’

His body buzzed, the weird jolting and static starting quietly again, and Anti bit down harshly on his lip, struggling to pull his pixels back together- Pixels?

“What happened?”

The thought was shoved aside as Jack turned to him, gentle worry cooling over the burns of Chase’s anger, and Anti took a shaky breath, still holding his arm close, a little afraid he’d somehow hurt Jack next. “H-he tripped, and I tried t-to help him up, but he j-jumped away, and I ended up scratching him…”

“So it was an accident? And you apologized?” Jack asked softly, and Anti nodded, not having the energy to do much else.

“Then you did everything you were supposed to. Chase overreacted, is all.” Jack put a hand to his shoulder, smiling, and Anti almost winced at the touch, afraid it would bring the same fear that it did from Chase.

“H-he was scared of me…” Anti mumbled, letting go of his arm to wrap his arms around himself, feeling a strange chill curling in his chest as he voiced his worry. “E-everyone is always scared of m-me, even Jackie… Did I d-do something…?” ‘If I know what it was, I can fix it, and then they won’t hate me anymore…’

“Oh Anti…” And then Jack was hugging him, and he couldn’t help but press into it, the warmth of it stealing his breath away, chasing away the cold as soon as it began.

“No one’s scared of you-” ‘Can’t you feel it??’ “-you just remind them of someone, that's all… You didn't do anything…”

Anti sniffled, not really believing him, but went along with it. “Th-then why does it f-feel so bad…? Why do I feel guilty…?” he hesitantly asked, feeling safe in his arms for the moment.

Jack paused, going quiet, and Anti tensed, comfort shifting along the line to worry again. ‘Did I say something wrong is he gonna get mad too-'

“I… I don’t know, Anti. But you didn’t do anything to them, I promise…”

Anti could only bring himself to nod, forcing himself to relax again, and when Jack pulled back to smile at him, he smiled back, trying to reassure him.

“Wanna play a video game together?”

He blinked, caught off guard for a moment, then grinned, his smile widening. “Y-yeah, sure.”

All in all, after a while, Anti wouldn’t say things were terrible- after all, they were all starting to warm up to him! Jackie spent the most time with him, but sometimes Marvin would give both of them a little magic show, and Henrik occasionally dragged him off to learn how to cook or do basic first aid, so he could patch himself up whenever he got especially banged up from tripping or falling.

Jamie, the mute one who was always only terrified around him, started relaxing, his fear less harsh in the air, and started teaching him sign language. It was so interesting! And sometimes Jack would join too- all of it never failed to make him smile.

And then the nightmares started.

It was small, at first- flashes of pain, of blood, places he felt like he should know but didn’t. He didn’t remember the entire dream, only that something hurt and a harsh, almost painful sense of fear in the air, none of it ever his.

And then the others started showing up.

“Let me go, you fucking waste of disc space!”

Jackie snarled at him, clawing at Anti’s hand tight around his throat, then kicked at the glitch’s stomach and pushed away from him, quickly scrambling to his feet and grabbing a taser from his belt, leaping at Anti with an angry battle cry.

Over and over again, all of them hurt-

“Scheisse-” Henrik swore under his breath as he wiped the blood from his mouth, glaring at the glitch with utter hate in his eyes as his other hand pressed hard against the cut in his side. “Oh, don’t look so smug, you bastard! The others will make you pay for this!”

or fighting him- "Eyes on me, virus!” Marvin snarled, eyes glowing green as he threw fire and painful bursts of light at Anti, almost too fast for him to dodge. “I’ll give you something to laugh about!”

or terrified of him- Jamie stumbled back from the mirror, scared tears in his eyes, and tore desperately at the strings tying themselves around his wrists, struggling to get free, get away from him-

For two months, they had plagued him, only getting worse and worse by the day, and he was so scared of them, he woke up shaking and crying with each and every one, only going downstairs when he was sure he looked normal.

Because he couldn’t tell the others, he just couldn’t- they were only now starting to trust him, starting to relax around him instead of acting like…

Like he was going to attack them-

It was fine, anyway. He could handle it, he didn’t need to bother them with something like this, they could get freaked out, and he never wanted them to look at him like they did in his dreams.

Even if Chase already did.

Even if he always had...

So he resolved to stay quiet about it, pretend nothing was ever wrong- surely they’d stop eventually, and he could just move on with his life… ------------------------------------------------------------

Anti glanced out the window, snickering as he watched the other egos gathering beneath the building he’d locked himself in. Arguing and gesturing wildly- it was so fun to watch them panic~ Schneep wasn’t there, probably trying to stop Jack from bleeding out, and Anti never expected to see Jamie if he didn’t bring the man himself, but he also didn’t see Chase, which was… Strange, considering his new toy.

Heh. Maybe he already gave up and bit the bullet. Speaking of toys…

Anti turned and walked towards the sobbing in the other room, grinning at the young girl tied up there, and crouched down to be at her level. “Aww, what’s wrong, miss your daddy?”

She shrieked and tried to scramble away, tears pouring down her cheeks- she really looked so much like Chase, the little brat. Anti grabbed at her hair and yanked her closer, laughing at the second scream from her. “Well I’m so sorry, sweetheart, but he’s not coming back~! He abandoned you, ran away like the little whiny coward he is!”

He stood up, pulling her up on her own bruised legs, then laughed as he let go and let her fall to the floor with a cry. “Pity, too, I would’ve loved to see his face when I told him all about what I’m going to do to his little princess~!”

Chase’s daughter sobbed and hid her face, shaking in terror, and Anti sighed, almost bored by the reaction. " So predictable… I’ll have to play with you some more later, see what I can get-”

He didn’t hear the gun go off, but he definitely felt it, the bullet tearing through him and scattering his pixels momentarily around the room.

Anti reformed with a snarl, knife in hand as he glared at Chase. “You bastard- ”

“That’s my line, you crazy glitch bitch!” Chase snarled back, gun pointed right at the glitch’s head. “Let go of my daughter, you monster!”

“Never!” He cackled, glitches ripping through him as he advanced on the dad. “I’ll make sure she’s soaked in your blood by the end of the day!”

Anti bolted up from his bed so fast he thought he was going to fall out of it. His chest was tight, suffocatingly so, and tears rolled down his cheeks as he struggled to breathe, unable to make even a sound. ‘That was- sh-she was- a-and Chase-’

No. No. No.

It was just a dream, it wasn’t- it couldn’t be real, it was just like all the others, it was just-

Wetness dripped down his shirt. Blood. Blood from his neck. He barely choked back a terrified whimper and grabbed for his blanket, yanking it up to press against the bleeding cut and hoping, begging for it to stop, for everything to go back to normal.

“Let her go you fucking monster!”

Just a dream. It was just a bad dream, it had to be.

Anti squeezed his eyes shut, fighting against the glitches wracking through his body, and stayed there, shaking and gasping for air, until his neck stopped bleeding and he didn’t feel lightheaded from fear and the static tearing through him. The glitch stood, a little shaky, and stuffed the bloodied blanket under his bed before going over to the small desk in the room, checking his reflection with the laptop Jack had given him a month ago. He grimaced- he looked like shit, bags under his eyes and the scar across his neck red and irritated.

‘...They’re expecting me for breakfast, I can’t just skip…’

He took just a couple minutes to clean himself up, and to change his shirt to something that wasn’t stained with blood, then took a deep breath and forcefully shoved the nightmare to the back of his mind, just like always. ‘Just a dream. It was just a dream, none of it was real.’

He wasn’t sure if he believed himself anymore.

Anti hesitantly entered the kitchen, pleading with whatever force was listening that the others wouldn’t notice anything was wrong- for people seemingly numb to the emotions plain around them, they were far too good at reading him. Alas, he could never be that lucky.

“Anti? You okay?” That was Jackie, looking up from a sizzling pan, and Anti jumped despite the gentle tone, it being all too easy to remember full of anger and pain.

“O-oh, uh-” He couldn’t tell them, how would they react if they found out? How could they be okay with him if they knew what he kept dreaming about?

“Anti…?” Jack stood up slowly, about ready to head towards him, and Anti swallowed. Jack’s concern, usually soft and calming, made his stomach churn with guilt, like he’d actually done all those things he kept dreaming about.

What if I did-

“S-sorry,” he managed, smiling a false smile and hoping that was enough to calm them. “I guess I’m a bit jumpy…”

“Did you have a bad dream?” Marvin. He was always angry in the dreams, fighting him and never afraid.

Just like that day he appeared-

“Something like that…” Anti muttered shakily, and went to get a cup of coffee before sitting down, sipping it silently in hopes that nobody else would want to talk to him. ‘What if they know about the dreams and they’re afraid I’ll act on them? Did they know this was gonna happen, is that why they all hated me at first?’

“Do you wanna talk about it…?” Jackie asked quietly as he sat down, though Anti wouldn’t look up to acknowledge him. “It's better to not keep things bottled up…”

Anti peeked up, feeling the guilt burning in his gut again as he looked at all the others, and his throat tightened, his mouth felt dry. “I…”

“How about you have this conversation with people who actually care?” He flinched back at Chase’s words, the dad’s anger ringing in his head so strong it made him feel dizzy, and he shook his head slightly, struggling to focus on anything besides it. ‘Does he hate me because he already knows? Does he get them too?’

“One of these days, he’s just gonna go back to the Anti we know!”

Anti’s head snapped up, eyes going wide as he stared at the now standing Chase, pain and hate radiating off of him as he yelled at Jack.

The Anti they know?

“Do you not know what he’s done to all of us!?”

The anger.

“What were you gonna do to me, huh!? Lock me away? Tie me up and torture me!?”

The fear.

They’d all had it, right from the beginning, even Jack- though he did his best not to show it, it was impossible to ignore when the feelings dug into him like a personal attack.

And all at once, it made sense.

They weren’t dreams- they were memories. His memories. Antisepticeye’s memories.

They were still yelling, but Anti barely heard it, instead staring blankly down at his hands as time seemed to stop. ‘I hurt them. I tortured them, I attacked them, I tormented them-’

‘I hurt Chase’s kids. I hurt him in every way I could think of. Of course he hates me, why wouldn’t he?’

He wasn’t sure when he started shaking, or when he started glitching, because nothing could overpower the guilt coursing through him as it fully sunk in. ‘Oh, god- I-I tried to kill them, I r-ruined their lives-’

“-sorry, I’m s-sorry…” He choked it out as he stood abruptly and backed away from the table. He flinched as he felt everyone’s eyes turn to him, and all he could imagine was that they knew, and now they’d realize he knew and they’d kick him out or lock him up and- and-

Anti wrapped his arms around himself in a feeble attempt to keep himself together, and barely bit back a sob, voice shaking with the effort to not collapse entirely. “I-I’ll just… G-go back to m-my room, ‘m sorry…” I’ll lock myself up please I’m sorry- just please don’t look at me like you used to-

And with that, he summoned up the once confusing power that had always buzzed beneath the surface, the one he could now control as easy as thinking, and glitched away, back to his bedroom where he could pretend they were safe from him.

The glitch fell back against the door, covering his mouth as the dam burst and ugly sobs tore from his throat, his chest so tight he felt he would pass out as he curled up right there on the floor.

No wonder they had all hated him, always been so afraid of him, he was-

“I’ll give you something to laugh about!”

“You’ll pay for this!”

“You fucking waste of disk space!”

“Let go of my daughter you fucking monster!”

...a monster. Taglist: @egopocalypse ( @amyxmiaplay - I noticed you seemed pretty excited when the last chapter got posted. Let me know if you wanna be added to the list or if you don’t want to be tagged!)

[rory-of-nantes]

P(e)acemaker // Rory & Marco

Location: Rory and Marco’s house, May 2022

Summary: Rory has been hiding the truth about why she returned to Vannes from Marco (@marco-pierre) since she first moved in. She’d asked her parents to promise not to tell her eldest brother for fear of how he’d react. But now she knows it’s time to come clean. It’s best he know the full truth, especially in the event of an emergency... Her opening up to Marco leads to some tears and some strong sibling bonding.

Triggers: Mentions of chronic illness

As soon as Gen went to bed, Rory knew it wouldn't be long until Marco reminded her what she'd signed to him earlier during dinner. There was no way he'd forget how she'd told him to remind her she had something she wanted to talk about. And as much as she was starting to dread the fact she'd even mentioned such a thing, she knew it was too late to take it back. If she put off this conversation any longer, she'd probably never talk to him, not until it was too late and he found out some other way... And that would be bad. Very, very bad. 

Walking into the kitchen, she leaned against the doorframe, watching her brother do the dishes for a long moment before finally speaking up. "Um... Marco?" She began, waiting for him to turn around. As soon as he did, she switched to signing. Can we talk?

Marco had such a great night with Gen and Rory. He wasn't as sleepy as they were, so after he put Gen to bed, he came back out to wash the dishes and make sure Rory took her nighttime meds so she could go to sleep. Hopefully they would be able to talk before she went to bed. He wondered what Rory had to tell him, he couldn't lie, he was a bit nervous about what she wanted to tell him. He had a million thoughts running through his mind, but he was going to focus on the dishes right now. When he heard her voice he turned to face her, Hey you...we sure can talk, I'm interested in hearing what you have to say.

Once Marco turned around, Rory saw the pile of dishes in the sink. You can finish the washing up first. We can talk about it later. She hastily signed, hoping he'd let her use the dishes as an excuse to push the conversation off just a little bit longer. Besides, she wasn't even sure how she was going to go about tell him. Once he learned she'd been keeping the truth from him this long, he'd certainly be upset. And she was dreading that. 

Marco shook her head, No it's fine, I can wash the dishes later. He didn't want to hold off any longer with this conversation. I really want to know what's going on with you. He put his towel down and walked over to the table, pulling out a chair for her to join him. So what is it sis? Talk to me.

Great. He wasn't going to let her put off the conversation... Rory let out a heavy sigh before slowly making her way to the table, taking a seat in the chair her brother had so gracious pulled out for her. She placed her hands in her lap, fidgeting with them for a long moment, her gaze shifted downward to a random spot on the floor. She wasn't sure how to begin. Did she just come right out and tell him? How did she even do that? Eventually, she glanced up and made brief eye contact with Marco; though she still kept her hands in her lap for a few moments longer. "Um..." She swallowed hard; the words weren't coming to her. So finally, she decided actions might be best. Hesitantly, she reached for the collar of her blouse, tugging the fabric down just enough so he could see the scar from her pacemaker placement surgery. Without saying a word, she let out another sigh, waiting for his response. After all, she wasn't sure he'd even know what the scar meant. So if she had to explain it to him, she was trying to mentally prepare herself to do just that.

Marco sat and waited for Rory to tell him what was going on. The longer she hesitated, the more he got worried what this was about. He didn't want to think about worst case scenario, but she was scaring the hell out of him. He watched as she started pulling her blouse down, and then he saw the scar. His mind starting racing, he wanted her to just tell him what this was about, because he didn't know what to think. He couldn't take his eyes off the scar, but his mouth wouldn't form any words. He shook his head, blinked his eyes, "W-what is..." He pointed to her.

And Marco had no idea what the scar was from. That meant Rory was going to have to try and find the words to explain. Pulling the collar of her blouse back up to cover the scar, she began to sign; though since there wasn't really a sign for pacemaker, fingerspelling it was. P-A-C-E-M-A-K-E-R. She knew she'd have to explain more than that. Tell him when and why. He'd pester her for all the details; so she'd be better off just being as straightforward as possible. My arrhythmia wasn't well controlled anymore. It's why I left America two months early and never made it Costa Rica. I got sick; and went back to London for the surgery... And before you ask, maman and papa already know. Paxton contacted them after I got sick. Once she'd finished what she could bring herself to say for now, she bowed her head and folded her hands in her lap.

Marco was speechless when she spelled out pacemaker, that was the last thing he would have ever thought. A p-a-c-e-m-a-k-e-r? He was shocked that it came to this for her. She had been through so much in her life already, to add this on top of it didn't seem fair. He was shocked to hear that their parents knew and no one told him. Why would no one tell him? And no one thought to tell me? Am I not part of this family? He stood up and started to pace around the room. Rory was his little sister, someone he spent so many nights taking care of. And now when something major happens in her life, no one says anything. He turned to face her again, So what does this mean? Is there something that I need to worry about?

Rory kept her gaze averted until she felt the vibrations of the chair moving and Marco standing up. She glanced up, noticing her brother now pacing back and forth in the kitchen; and instantly, she felt horrible. Chewing at her lip and wiping away a stray tear with the back of her hand, she tried to focus her attention on watching as he signed. She could see the hurt in his face, hurt that he wasn't informed of this sooner. I'm sorry. She began, letting out a heavy and somewhat pained sigh; though she tried her best to mask the pain. She didn't need to give him anything else to worry about in that moment. I know I should've told you sooner; but I wanted to tell you in person... And then I was just waiting for the right time to do so. She explained, hoping he'd forgive her for taking this long, especially since the pacemaker placement surgery had been nearly two months back. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't something you need to worry about... Right now, we're just seeing how this helps the arrhythmia. And if I still have issues, there are other options. But she wasn't going to get into those right now, partially because she didn't know all the options. All she knew was that the pacemaker was supposed to help regulate her heart rate. But if she was still dealing with the irregularity as well as the chest pains and shortness of breath such a thing brought about, her cardiologist would want to look further into the cause and look into other ways of helping manage things. And as much as she didn't want to admit it, she knew that could mean another bigger surgery at some point. Even if the pacemaker did its job, she couldn't help but feel like something was going to happen that would lead her to needing another big surgery... And to think, she'd gone twenty years without needing a fourth.

Marco knew he shouldn't be upset with Rory, but she couldn't help but feel hurt by this. He cared so much about her and he worried about her every time she traveled. Now hearing that she had undergone a serious surgery and no one thought to tell him broke his heart. He let out a sigh when she apologized, I get you wanting to tell me in person, but I would have wanted to be there with you. When you come out of surgery I would have wanted you to see my face when you woke up. He let out another sigh and shook his head. He sat back down and watched her sign out what this all meant and his mind was still reeling from the news. I just don't know what to think right now, I'm scared for you right now, not going to lie. He hated that she was dealing with this and that he was feeling like this. He should be supporting her, but his feelings were hurt. Other options? He wanted to know all the options but it was obvious that she really didn't know what they were. He took her hands in his, "Look, I may be overprotective sometimes but I care about you and I want to know what is going on with you. If you have a slight pain, I want to know."

Rory knew it was no use continuing to try and explain to Marco while she hadn’t told him sooner and told their parents not to tell him. The hurt on his face was too much for her; and knowing she was the cause of it was even worse. As he sat back down, she just kept her gaze on his hands, unable to look him in the face right now. Then when he took his hands in hers, she completely lost it. There was no keeping the tears welling in the corners of her eyes from beginning to course down her cheeks. Blinking them away did nothing except blue her vision. Pulling her hands away from Marco’s grasp, she wiped at the tears before speaking up, her voice shaking. “It hurts, Marco...” 

Now with those words, Rory knew she’d have to elaborate to the best of her current ability. “It always hurts now, Marco; and it terrifies me... I-“ She choked, the words no longer coming out as she now felt like there was a giant lump in the back of her throat, like she was going to be sick. I guess this is my new normal; and I hate it. I fucking hate it... I don’t know what any of this means for me; and that has to be the worst part.

Marco didn't want to make Rory cry, that was the last thing he ever wanted. She was his sister that he would do anything for. There was nothing that he wouldn't do for her. And when she started to cry, he broke down as well. His heart was breaking for her. He didn't know just how much pain she was in till now, and that scared him so much. "Rory..." He could see the pain in her eyes and he never wanted to see her like that. He listened to her talk about her "new normal" and how terrified she was and he wished there was something he could do to fix this, but he knew he couldn't and he felt so helpless.I'll be here Rory, please know that, in whatever way you need me. I promise. The tears were steady coming down his face.

Rory tried to blink away her tears once more before deciding to just wipe them away with the back of her hand. But like before, that just blurred her vision, thus making being able to understand Marco’s signs a bit more difficult. So she didn’t respond to whatever he’d just said. Instead, she shut her eyes and bowed her head as she tried to stop herself from crying too much. Crying always made her chest hurt more and made her lightheaded, two things she really didn’t want to be feeling right then and there. She tried to focus on her breathing so she wouldn’t get dizzy; but it wasn’t really working. Unfortunately that meant she was now stuck where she was sat. As much as she wanted to just up and bolt from the table: she wasn’t about to chance stumbling and losing her balanced in front of Marco.  She didn’t need to give him any further reason to worry, any further reason to be more of a protective big brother.

Marco didn't want to make this about him, if he felt this way, he could only imagine what she was feeling. She was crying and he wanted it to stop, so he wiped the tears from his eyes and knew he needed to be her rock through all of this. He got up from his chair and knelt down in front of her and hugged her tightly. She couldn't see his lips, so it would be futile to talk to her in this moment, all he wanted to do was hold her tight. She was going through so much, so all she needed was her brother, and he was going to give that to her. She was so important him, and he wanted to keep her happy and as safe as possible.

Rory only looked up as she felt the vibrations of Marco moving from his seat. And next thing she knew, her brother was kneeling in front of her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. Resting her head atop his, she carefully wrapped her arms around him and let out another heavy and pained sigh. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." She muttered into his hair, still feeling horrible after seeing how keeping this information from her brother had hurt him. That certainly hadn't been her intention.

Marco held her tight, he felt better having her in his arms. He wanted her to feel as safe as possible with him, so she didn't feel like she couldn't tell him things. He shook his head when she was apologizing for not telling him, still not talking because she wouldn't be able to see his lips. He couldn't let her go at this point. After a few minutes of holding her, he pulled away and looked at her, "It's okay, just know I will be here...no matter what, okay?"

Staying in that hug with her big brother was exactly what Rory needed to help put herself together in that moment. With his arms safely wrapped around her small frame, she was able to focus on regulating her breathing; and that helped with some of the lightheadedness as well as some of the chest pains. She still felt like she was going to be sick; but now she didn't feel like she'd fall over if she moved to stand. So when he finally pulled away, a deep frown began to find its way to her face. Then she noticed him start to speak; and she knew that was the only reason he'd broken the embrace. Watching his lips, she nodded softly. "O-Okay."

Marco was a mess, but he wasn't going to show that to Rory anymore. From this point on, he was going to be the Rock that she leaned on. He smiled when she saw what he was trying to say, *Good, now I think it's best if you go lay down and rest. I'm sure this took a lot out of you, and I don't want you to get sick or be in any pain." He stood up, Do you need help to your room? A small smirk came across his face, I can carry you like I used to do when you were a kid. He chuckled.

As Marco suggested she go lie down and rest, Rory just shook her head. I don’t want to lie down. While she knew lying down would be for the best, she didn’t want to go and rest just yet. If she felt her heart start racing like it had been on and off most of the day, she’d go lie down. Or if her chest pains increased or her shortness of breath increased, she’d go lie down. Otherwise, she felt like she’d be fine just curling up in front of the TV and watching a movie. If you try and carry me like you used to do when I was little, don’t think I won’t hesitate to bite you like I did when I was little. She pouted as she watched him move to stand. She wasn’t a child anymore; and she definitely didn’t wish to be treated like one. But do you think you could help me to the couch? She still wasn’t 100% certain she could stand up without wobbling and falling over. Whenever she got even a tad bit lightheaded, she knew she became high-risk.

Marco really wanted Rory to lie down, but he knew better than to fight with her. She was stubborn just like him, so he just let her decide what she wanted. He laughed when she threatened him to bite him, You better not bite me, but if it was necessary that I carry you, then believe me, I would. He was going to respect her space and her wishes, but if he had to do something extreme and carry her, he would. He smiled and helped her up, Yes I can help you to the couch, do you want to watch a movie? He really wasn't in the mood to watch a movie, he was going to turn in early, he was tired.

Rory was fairly certain there would come a time when Marco had to carry her. After all, she’d been prone to dizzy spells and even fainting most her life. And lately, both things had increased in frequency. Oh believe me. I know you would... And I suppose now’s a good a time as any to tell you that if I pass out, I don’t need to go to the hospital unless I’m unconscious for more than a few minutes, hit my head, or my heart rate or oxygen levels aren’t good. But if I just pass out for a minute or two, I’m okay. I’ll just need to ensure I rest afterwards. She tried to reassure him; but she knew her words most likely would cause further worry... She’d type up some whole reference sheet or something, everything he’d need to know about her health currently, include all the stuff she struggled with sharing. Letting him help her  to her feet, Rory leaned into Marco’s side for support and switched to using her voice. “I’ll put a movie on; but I’ll probably fall asleep before anything good happens.”

Marco was glad that Rory knew that he was just as stubborn as she was and if push came to shove, he would carry her anytime he felt like she needed it. Her next comment had him stunned, he couldn't have read that right, did she say if she passed out? He wasn't going to believe it, but then she continued on about when it was okay to take her to the hospital and when not to take her. Pass out? Is that something that happens often? Do you have something that can alert help if you are alone and this happens? Now his worry factor just spiked to 1000% his mind was racing with things he needed to get for the house. This was a very heavy conversation and he was drained from all this information he was receiving tonight. He helped her to the couch, "Well if you do, I'll make sure you get to bed."

Once they were at the couch, Rory plopped down, situating herself so she was leaning against the cushions. Letting out a heavy sigh, she finally answered Marco’s inquiry about her passing out. It’s happened more often since the whole arrhythmia thing began. But I can usually tell when I’m starting to feel faint; and I can lie down or do something to prevent myself from full-on passing out. She explained, hoping that bit would lessen the worry she read all over her brother’s face. This is actually one of the main reasons I want to look into getting a service dog. I’ve wanted to get one for awhile now; but with all my traveling, it didn’t seem feasible. But now that I’m no longer able to travel... She bowed her head at the mere thought of no longer being able to travel. She hated it. Traveling and her blog had become her life. And now, the travel side of her blog was no more, at least for the foreseeable future. “If I start to feel dizzy or faint, I’ll be sure to let you or whoever is around know. I promise.” She then glanced back up, holding out her pinky towards Marco, offering up a small smile.

This was starting to seem like so much more than just a health issue, it was feeling like a health tsunami and he hated that for Rory. He listened as she talked about her situation and why she decided to get a service dog. Well we definitely have to look into getting that service dog as soon as possible because it would definitely ease my worry a little to have a dog with you. He could see the pain in her eyes when she mentioned not being able to travel, he knew how much that was part of her life and he felt so bad that she wasn't able to do that anymore. He sighed and nodded, "Okay, I'm going to hold you to that. I think I'm going to look into getting one of those alert bracelets that can sense when something is wrong and if you pass out and hit your head when I'm not here, or you're out in public."

It takes a little while to properly train service dogs. Like six months to a year. I’d mentioned the idea to maman and papa when I went back to London; and they said they’d start looking into things. Technically I could get the dog now and train him or her myself; but a professional trainer would be best. Little did Rory know, her parents already had a dog in training for her. They were planning on surprising her once the dog was trained or she started looking more into obtaining one. An alert bracelet? Seriously? That was the last thing she wanted. She had her medical ID bracelets she wore all the time; but having to wear another piece of jewelry because of her health... it would only make her feel even more self-conscious about things than she already did. At least a service dog would be cute. I think I’ll wait for the dog. Thanks.

Marco watched as Rory explained  how long it could take to get a service dog, he was glad that she talked to their parents about the dog so hopefully she will get it sooner than later. I'm glad that you talked to them, and I hope they followed through with it so you can get the dog as soon as possible. He let out a sigh when she refused the alert bracelet, Come on Rory, I'm only asking you to do this to ease my mind a little. Can you compromise and wear one until you get the dog?

There would be no way in Hell Marco would drop the whole alert bracelet thing until Rory agreed to one or got a service dog, whichever came first. "Fine." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and slouched back against the couch cushions. "I'll wear an alert bracelet or necklace or something if it'll get you off my back... But it can't be all that noticeable." She didn't need another reason for people to treat her differently. She'd already dealt with enough bullshit throughout her life.

Marco knew Rory didn't want to do it, but he was grateful that she was willing to compromise. I know you hate this, but I would constantly worry if you didn't have it. He sat next to her on the couch, "It won't be noticeable and as soon as you get the dog, you never have to wear it again.* He wanted her to have a  normal life and not be treated any differently from anyone, I'm only looking out for you, I promise.

Look, making you worry has never been my intention; so I'm sorry for worrying you so much. Rory knew he'd tell her she had no reason to apologize; but she couldn't help herself from doing just that. She knew she never had to apologize for anything related to her health; but it had almost become a habit at this point. She hated that she caused others to worry; and she hated constantly feeling like a burden because of her health. Thank you. "Thank you for always being there for me, Marco. For always listening... I don't think you realize how much it means to me." She began. "But know you don't have to treat me like I'm made of glass. I'm not going to break." While she obviously wasn't made of glass, she was definitely still very fragile; so in a way, she understood why people treated her as such. She just hated it, especially when it came from her family.

Marco knew that Rory wasn't trying to make him worry about her, but there was really nothing she could do to prevent that from happening. I know you don't want to make me worry, I just do. It's my nature to worry about you and I don't see that changing anytime soon. He waved his hand at her, Don't you dare apologize to me about being worried about you, I care so much about you and I would worry about you even if you didn't have any health issues. He knew more than anyone that she wasn't a fragile being and he would never treat her like glass, but he wasn't going to treat her like there was nothing wrong with her, she was sick, that was facts. He needed to make sure she was always okay, but he knew that she was also a grown woman and needed her independence from time to time. Listen, I will always be here for you, and I should be the one thanking you for allowing me to help you. You gave me purpose and help mold me into the man I am today, so I thank you Rory.

Rory could feel the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as Marco signed. His words... A wide smile began to form upon her face; and without hesitance, she shifted her position on the couch and leaned forward so she could wrap her arms as tight as possible around her brother. “I love you, big brother.” She stated, staying in the embrace for several seconds longer before pulling away. Wiping away at the happy tears with the back of her palm, she then gestured towards the TV. “Um, could you do me a favor? There’s a green DVD case I put with the others. No label or anything. Just has 2001 written on it. Do you think you can pop the disc in, press play, and then come sit?”

Marco smiled and hugged Rory so tight, he would never get enough of hugging her. Once she pulled away, he smiled, "I love you too sis." They were always close and he liked that they were able to connect again and continue building their relationship. He sat back and looked at her when she asked if he could do her a favor, "Yeah no problem." She directed him to a green DVD case and asked him to put it in for him, but she wanted him to sit and watch it with her. "Okay..." He got up and found what she wanted, and popped it in the DVD player. After he sat back down, he grabbed the remote and turned it up some, "So what's this?"

Rory knew Marco would ask her what was on the DVD; but she wasn't going to tell him. That's why she wanted him to sit and watch it with her. It'd be much more effective to show him the DVD's contents. So after he popped in the disc and moved to sit, a wide smirk began to form upon her face as she read the question on his lips. Just watch. And with that said, she turned towards the TV, waiting for the first image to pop up and reveal what 2001 meant... 

The DVD was a compilation of home videos from the year 2001. She'd gotten then from their parents; and with the help of her best friend from university who happened to be a tech genius, the videos were converted to a DVD with captions so she could enjoy them. And they were all in order. She had a few DVDs made for different years; but 2001 had been a big year in her life. She was 5; and it was the year she got her third and final open heart surgery. It was also a year that involved a lot of videos of her and Marco, videos that showed Marco being the most awesome big brother ever... So as the first image popped up, she sent a quick glance over to her brother to watch his reaction.

Marco should have known she was going to say that, so he just stuck his tongue out at her and sat back brat. He smirked and watched as the screen came on. When the first video started, he was instantly transformed back in that time when he was 16 years old and he was taking care of her before her surgery. His jaw dropped, he signed, When? How did you do all this? He wasn't sure how she was able to do this, but it was already tugging at his heartstrings. 

He watched the DVD with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes, still not believing she had all this from 2001. He had some pictures of them, but nothing was like this. He couldn't stop watching, it was so sweet seeing all the pictures of them together. Seeing that beautiful smile of her, and even the ones where she was frowning. When another picture came up and he laughed, I remember this like it was yesterday. You had just come from the doctors and you were feeling a bit down, so I dressed up in my pirate costume and read your favorite story. All I wanted to do was make you smile, so I went all out and acted every part of the story. I always wanted you to have adventures in life and I am glad you were able to fulfill all those dreams. He smiled and continued watching.

Between the actual home videos, there were some pictures thrown in as well. All in all, it was just a nice trip down memory lane, even if some of the memories were ones Rory would've rather forgotten. She never liked seeing pictures or videos from when she was little and really sick. She hated how she looked with nasal cannula or even that stupid brace for her clubfoot... But putting the video compilation together had been a fun project; and she'd wanted to share it with Marco for years now. The opportunity had just never presented itself before now. You like? She asked, already knowing what the answer would be. My friend J-A-Y from uni helped me with this. He's into all that tech stuff; and he said as long as I got him the source materials, he could put all the videos and pictures onto a DVD and add captions to the videos so I know what's going on. Her friend's help had allowed her to enjoy old home videos for the first time in her life. She'd seen them before over the years; but she'd always had to ask her family to tell her what was being said. And that was always annoying. Turning her attention back to the TV screen, she smiled wide as an actual video of pirate Marco started to play. He looked ridiculous; and she could only image he sounded just as silly.

Marco couldn't stop looking at the screen, it was so many memories flashing before him, he couldn't believe that she had this made. The tears were welling up in his eyes, it was so nice to see all these pictures and videos again. Of course I like it, this is amazing. I can't believe you did this. He wanted to hug her, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen. Not that I mind, but why did you decide to do this? I love seeing all of this but.... He was getting choked up, What made you do this? He turned just in time to see him reading her pirate story,  Wow, I didn't even know someone was recording that. He laughed hearing his silly pirate voice, he couldn't stop himself from laughing at how silly he was. Seeing your face when I would do this was why I loved it so much. Look at how excited you get.

Rory only pulled her gaze from the screen as she caught Marco signing out of the corner of her eye. Turning to face him, she smiled at his words before momentarily shifting her attention back to the TV, her smile widening at the current video. As the video ended and some pictures started to pop up, she shifted her seat and once more turned to face her brother. You asked why I had this made? That's simple. She began. I was away at school; and maman sent me a box with a bunch of old pictures in it. There was a video in there too; and when I went to watch it... Well, let's just say I realized how much more enjoyable it would be with captions. So I decided to look into having that done. I wanted to be able to better follow along, know what was going on. While she could easily follow along when someone was signing in the video and was facing the camera so she could see their hands, there were plenty of videos where she couldn't make out the signs or there weren't any in the first place. It became a little project of sorts for me and J-A-Y... His name sign is— She stopped to demonstrate his name sign. He's like my third brother; so I talk about him a lot. He was also featured a lot in her blog posts about her three months in India, mainly because he'd been the one she'd gone with. He was born there and still had family in the country. I had maman send me more videos; and he compiled them into different DVDs by years and added captions where needed.  There was also a secondary reason Rory had the video compilation DVDs made; but she didn't want to share that with Marco, at least not yet.

Marco couldn't stop watching the screen, it was so sweet that Rory would go through the trouble of getting this made. It gave him the confirmation that everything he did for her was special and she appreciated it. He loved her more than anything and he would act a fool anyday. He listened to why she had this made, and it made sense to want something like that. I wish I had something like this when I was in the military. He smiled looking at how they were when they were younger, I probably wouldn't have been so lonely. Next time you meet with J-A-Y, please tell him I said thank you for doing this.

We try and Zoom weekly. Next time we have a chat planned, I’ll call you into the room if you’re home. You can thank him yourself. It would be nice for Marco to meet Jay, even if it was just via a video chat. Since Jay was like a third brother to Rory, she definitely wanted him to finally meet at least one of her biological brothers. Otherwise, I may have to invite him to come visit over the summer.

Marco smiled, Great, then call me when you do so I can come say thank you to him. He did an amazing job. Watching this was bringing back so many wonderful memories and he wanted nothing more than to see more of the video. He laughed when she said she was going to invite him You should, I'm sure he misses you as well and would love to spend time with you.

Rory really did miss Jay. He’d become quite special to her during her university days and continued to be quite special to her ever since, even to the point he’d been there at the hospital in London when she’d gotten her pacemaker. Whenever she was in the hospital, he‘d been there. You know how you said you wished you had known about my surgery so you could’ve been there when I woke up? Well I had Jay there. So I did have someone making sure I was okay.

Marco looked back at the screen, laughing at him playing dress up with Rory, still not believing he did that. He turned and looked back at her as she signed at him, and he knew that hearing Jay was there for her when she had her surgery should be comforting, but it wasn't, he really wanted to be there. He didn't want to make her feel bad, so he smiled, I'm glad someone was there to be with you.

Rory could still tell that her not telling Marco about her surgery until now had hurt him. She could still see the desire to have been there for her behind his eyes. Even though his words said he was glad Jay had been there for her, she knew that wasn't the full truth. Letting out a small sigh, she returned his smile, momentarily turning her attention back to watching the current home video on the TV before speaking up. "I'm really sorry I didn't tell you sooner. And I'm really sorry I made maman and papa promise not to tell you either." If she had know her keeping this from him would've hurt him this badly, she definitely would've told him. It hadn't been her intention to hurt him. It had merely been her intention to not cause him further worry.

Marco hated that he couldn't shake his feeling of sadness when it came to not being there for Rory during her time of need. He had always been there for her no matter what, and for something like this happen and him not know about it upset him. He tried to keep his emotions to himself, but obviously Rory still picked up on it. He sighed when she apologized again, It's okay...you had your reasons and no matter what they were, it was your choice and I have to respect it.

"I just didn't want to worry you." Rory opted to continue to use her voice, knowing how Marco loved hearing her speak despite her own hatred of how she assumed she sounded. She figured letting him hear her speak when signing was clearly an option might make him happy. "It honestly wasn't even that major of a procedure. Could've been done outpatient and with local, um, anesthesia—" She paused as she hated fumbling over her words; and that was such a word she never failed to fumble over. "—if I wasn't allergic to the stuff." Her allergy to local anesthetics had always been quite inconvenient. Made even the smallest procedures 10x more complicated and risky.

Marco shook his head, "I understand why you felt it was necessary to do that, but I would be lying if I said I didn't still feel a little hurt by it. But you are a grown woman and can make your own decisions about your health and healthcare. I respect your choices Rory and no matter what, I'm going to always be there for you."

Rory watched as Marco spoke, still unable to feel a bit of guilt for upsetting her brother. But she just nodded at his words, offering up a small smile before shifting how she was sat on the couch so she could rest her head on his shoulder as she let out another heavy sigh. Thank you. "I love you, Marco."

Marco wrapped his arms around her shoulders, he could tell she was sincere about her apology and that meant a lot to him. He signed, I know you do, and I love you as well...always and forever. He leaned down and kissed her on the top of her head. They stayed like that for a little while longer, when he heard shuffling from his room, I'm going to head to bed, I don't want Gen to think I abandoned her. You should head to bed as well. He smiled and got up, kissing the top of her head, Night sis. He headed back to his room feeling better about things.

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greek gods and grease stains (nate archibald au)

Plot: Soulmates AU where one of you is born with scars and the other isn’t. The one without the scars has the power to “fix” the other and the one with the scars can utilize certain resources to find their soulmate. Since you weren’t born with scars, and this only meant one thing: your soulmate had the scars and you were the solution. One evening, you had just finished working on the last car in the shop when a battered and bloody young man stumbled inside. He opened his mouth to say something, but he passed out before he got a chance to. You begrudgingly take him home and clean him up.

Pairing: Nate Archibald x Reader

Warnings: language maybe, insecurities, mentions of scars

A/N: SORRY FOR THE YEAR LONG WAIT. I’m so sorry and I hope you guys enjoy this!!!! I know everyone is waiting for A) some Bellamy Blake smut and B) some kinky Chuck Bass smut. I hear you, and I will get to that! Thank you for your patience. XOXO (gifs aren’t mine!!!!!)

So. Many. Grease. Stains. Shit.

I wipe my sweat with the back of my arm, shutting the hood of the last car. It’s been a long day, so many cars were brought to the shop: seems like everyone had car issues today. I roll my shoulders and crack my neck, finally finishing up the day’s work.

“You almost done for the day?” Tony, my new worker, chuckles as he puts on his coat. He smiles at me, humming as he puts his tools away.

“Almost. If I have to look at a car engine one more time,” I start out and he laughs, shaking his head. “Someone’s in a good mood.”

“Yeah, well I found my soulmate,” he shrugs, blushing and I smile wide.

“How did it happen? When did it happen? Tell me!”  I’ve always heard about soulmates, but haven’t really thought much about them.

They seemed almost like a children’s fairytale, one to help them sleep and smile. I was born without scars, meaning my soulmate was born with scars. The scars, from what I’ve heard, are painful and can only be removed by your soulmate’s kisses. Your soulmate literally has to kiss the scars away. See what I mean when I say “children’s fairytale”?

“I don’t really know how to explain it to you,” he leans against the doorway, smiling at the memory. “When you meet your ‘soulmate,’ you just know. A wierd sort of fire ignites in you.You want every bit of them and they feel the same way about you. Your scars tingle before simmering down at even her slightest touch. I don’t know.”

“Aw look at you,” I smile widely at him and he blushes. “Get out of here, go home to her.”

“Thanks, boss,” he walks out, tipping his hat to me.  

“Have a good one, kid.” I sigh, wiping the grease off my fingers as I turn off the lights and shrug on my coat.

“H-Hello?” A croaky voice comes from the garage door and I immediately perk up. It wasn’t one of my workers, Tony was the last one to leave.

“Who’s there?” I quickly grab a crowbar and tiptoe towards the voice. “Hello?”

“P-p-please,” the man coughs, a thump following. “H-help.”

I run over to the garage door only to find a man in ragged clothing, seemingly passed out on the floor. He barely made it into the garage. I lean down, crowbar placed only a foot away in case this guy was playing me.

I poke him. Nothing. I groan, slightly pushing him over… whoa. He’s beautiful. His dark blond hair is plastered against his bloodied forehead, bruised lips parted as he lays there.

“Damn it,” I sigh and run back to grab my bag and the keys before making my way back over to him. I lean down and pull him up, holding him against my shoulder as I walk out and lock the garage.

I huff, panting and grunting as I bring him over to my place. I trudge him up to my apartment and lean him against the wall, holding him up with my leg as I open the door.

“Come on, big boy,” I pout, pulling him into my bathroom. Using my toe, I push down the toilet seat cover and gently set him on there. I sigh and quickly wash my hands before turning to tend to the bloody yet still somehow beautiful man. I gently run my fingers through his blood spattered hair, stopping when i feel my hands run over some jagged bumps.

“What…?” I push his hair apart and see multiple small scars all over his scalp. I gasp, pained as I notice other scars covering every inch of his bare skin. I cut off his clothing, hoping to clean the blood underneath them before anything gets infected.

As I work my way down, I realize that there is not an inch of him that isn’t covered in some sort of wound or scar. Once I finish cleaning his body, I look up at his hair, still bloody and matted. I grab a towel and some hot water and clean it gently so as not to wake him. I bite my bottom lip, not wanting to think about how much pain he must be in.

Once I finish with his hair, I lift him up, placing one of his arms around my shoulder as I slowly drag him to my room. I lay him down on the bed and grab a pair of boxers, gently lifting them up his legs. I lift the comforter over him and step away, sighing and leaning against the wall. I turn the light off and step out, leaving him to rest.

The Next Day

I wake up early the next day and check my room just to make sure last night wasn’t all some really wierd, sad dream. I open the door and find him still sleeping, light snores leaving his mouth as I back out the door and decide to make pancakes for the handsome stranger. After settling on pancakes and eggs, I get to work. I set up the plates, wash some fruit, finish cooking, and as soon  my work is done, I make my way to the injured man in my bed.

“Hello?” I peek in the doorway, the darkness of the room enveloping me. I walk over to the side of my bed and run my fingers through his soft hair. I smile lightly, sighing as I turn to open the curtains. The sunlight filters through the window, bouncing off the white walls.

“Hm,” I hear a little grunt and turn to face the man in bed. He groans in pain and turns over on his side, pulling his blanket with him, revealing all the scars on his back.

I bite my bottom lip, unsure of what to say as the man winces and groans, still not moving.

“Hello?” I whisper, walking over to the bathroom and grabbing a first aid kit while also trying to engage him in conversation.. “Where are you hurting?”

“E-everywhere,” he whimpers and my heart breaks for him. “Please help me.”

“I-I can try cleaning your wounds again?” I whisper, sitting next to him on the bed as he turns to face me.

“Again?” He responds, his piercing blue eyes studying my face as I try to remain level-headed next to the Greek GOD that was in pain.

“Yeah. Last night, you stopped by my garage all battered and bruised, so I brought you back to my place and cleaned your wounds and--”

“I came to your garage last night?” He looks at me, brows furrowed and bottom lip between his teeth.

“Y-yes, you came to my garage last night,” I whisper, eyes darting between his eyes and his lips.

“So, so you’re Angel?” His eyes widen as a lightbulb goes off in his head, a sigh almost leaving my mouth as he removed his bottom lip from the painful grasp of his teeth.

“H-How did you know my name?” I whisper and furrow my brows, this time it’s my turn to be confused.

“I-I’m your soulmate,” he mumbles, a blush covering his cheeks as the idea settles in my head. “I asked the seer in my district, and he told me--”

“He told you my name? How accurate are these seers exactly?” I stand, picking my guard up as the man looks at me with soft eyes. Panic sets in as I look into the mirror over the dressers and take in my appearance. I look like a mess compared to my… “soulmate”

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, slowly sitting up in pain as he tries to calm me down.

“Don’t move,” I whisper, moving forward and gently pushing him down into the bed. “You-you’re hurting. Stay here.”

“Then stay with me,” he grabs my hand, a spark moving through my hand up my arm to my shoulder and down my back. I quickly pull my hand out of his grasp but don’t move, curious to see what he’d have to say.

“What’s your name? How am I supposed to help you feel better?”

“My name’s Nathaniel Archibald. You can call me Nate if you want, all my friends do,” he looks up at me hopefully as I nod, waiting for him to continue. “To answer your earlier questions, the Seer didn’t tell me your name, no. They’re always right, they’ve got a 100% accuracy rate. All he told me was that you owned a garage in Chicago. I narrowed my search to female mechanics in the city. There weren’t that many, but still. From there, it was up to me. I stopped by every garage on the list until I stumbled upon you. All the other women had either found their soulmates or knew that I wasn’t it for them.”

“How do you know that you weren’t it for them?”

“They either had scars themselves or my scars just didn’t act up,” he shrugs and looks up at me, his blue eyes studying me through those long lashes.

“S-so is that why you were in so much pain last night?” I whisper and look down, unable to hold his stare.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you find your soulmate,” he gently grabs my hand and this time, I don’t oppose.

“Are you still hurting?” I wince as he sits up slowly, unable to look away from the scars that are now in plain view.

“The pain stops when you touch me,” he studies my face, gauging my reaction as I look up at him with wide eyes.

“W-what?”

“The scars fade off eventually, I promise! I hope! I won’t always be this hideous,” he chuckles, trying to cover his insecurities but I catch on.

“Hideous?” I raise an eyebrow at him and he nods nervously, unable to meet my eyes. “Hey,” I cup his face slowly, a warm feeling coursing through my body as his scars dim momentarily. “You’re the furthest thing from hideous I’ve ever seen. I promise.”

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and growing visibly more relaxed.

“Feeling better?”

“Very much,” he nods, a smile gracing his exquisite features as he opens his eyes. “How about you?”

“I’m okay,” you nod, not able to keep yourself from smiling. “It’s just… are you sure you want me to be your soulmate?”

“What?” Worry settles on his beautiful face and I shake my head quickly, attempting to better explain myself.

“It’s just, I mean,” I sigh, looking away as I explain. “I can help heal you and send you on your way, if you prefer. You’re an actual Greek god. I’m a greasy mechanic. I’m not the--”

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, his breath fanning across my lips as my eyes shoot up to meet his, heart leaping out of my chest as his blue orbs shine so close to my own.

“What? But I--”

“No buts. You’re perfect. I’m sure I want you.”

“Are you sure you--?”

“I’m sure. I swear. I promise. I want you,” his forehead presses against mine and I open my mouth to protest yet again. “If I have to kiss you to make you see, I will!”

“Well,” I blush and bite my bottom lip. “You don’t have to.”

“Oh well,” he nuzzles my nose with his own and slowly presses his lips against mine, a fire igniting deep within me as his hands move to my waist. A gasp erupts from us both as his scars slowly fizz out from under our fingertips. We pull away for a moment, panting as it finally settles in.

Soulmates it is.