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colourstreakgryffin · 4 months

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Loona x female!bird!soft reader headcanons

Hehe! Awww! I haven’t written for Loo-Loo yet! Pretty excited to see how Loona is with an opposite-personality gf, all for Bisexual Loona!

Loona- Fuzzy Kisses

You are Loona’s bisexual awakening and she doesn’t know how to feel… she really thought she liked only men and liked only Vortex but all of the sudden, you scooted into her life and now, she can’t stop blushing at the sight of you

Loona struggles to court you at first, like… a lot but eventually with support and some months of friendship, she ends up winning the heart of the beautiful bird demon girl called you and now… you’re dating and it both terrifies and excites Loona to her core

Loona refuses to admit it but she loves how feathery and warm you are. So, she’ll just sneakily lay her head on your lap whilst glued to her phone so she can deflect you trying to point it out… she isn’t doing anything!

Loona’s a fluffy wolf Hellhound and you’re a soft raven bird demon… the irony is there but also precious. She is the predator but she’s defeated by merely how beautiful you are

Loona will absolutely use her tail to keep you warm. If you’re cold or uncomfortable, suspect to feel Loona’s fluffy long tail curl around your body whilst she is still scrolling on her phone or reading an margarine quietly

Loona is quiet, she’s antisocial and doesn’t do the best at parties but if you want to go out to abnormal date at some restaurant or café, or just want to go enjoy a Beelzebub house party, she’ll accompany you to ‘protect you’ but mainly to make you happy

Loona also tries to deflect anybody mentioning she is dating you… she isn’t trying to refuse the relationship, more push off the embarrassment of it being thrown out publicly. It’s just so humiliating that people find her affection for you funny to point out

Loona is a hard Tsundere at heart. She never means to hurt you when she acts all tough and harsh, she just gets flustered so easily and she doesn’t know how to handle her feelings well… be patient with her, she does love you

Loona will genuinely try to comfort you should she accidentally make you cry when being a bit aggressive, since you’re just… so beautiful and it hurts her heart to know you’re upset or scared of her. She’ll try hard and she tries by peppering you with presents and blankets and cuddles, even offering her tail for you to play with. Whatever she can to make you smile again

Like her adoptive father, Blitzø, Loona does struggle with openly expressing herself but she does try since you always do so much for her. She does and she is getting better with telling you what she wants and how she feels

Loona loves it when you brush your hair, she tries her hardest to not show it but she can’t stop her tail thumping on the ground and her ears drawing down. It feels so good, your hands raking through her pretty messy soft hair with the brush… she hates people touching her but you’re the only exception and Blitzø

Loona actually kinda likes the whole opposites girlfriends thing you and her have. She’s cynical and barky, you’re optimistic and gentle-hearted. She’s hard as nails, you’re softer than a cloud. She’ll protect you with her life and you’ll calm her down effortlessly

Loona only really trusts Blitzø to talk about her infatuation with you and talk about how much she likes you, her adoptive father always listens to her so she can just simp as much as she wants without being judged

Talking about Blitzø, Loona takes a while dating you to feel comfortable enough to introduce you to her father and when you come over to the apartment to have dinner with him, the Imp immediately jumps into treating you as his daughter-in-law since he is confident his Loony-Toony has found herself her soulmate

Loona will also let you do her makeup and if anybody says her makeup looks shit, she’ll personally rip their heads off for daring to insult your work. She looks beautiful, thanks to you and she won’t take any shit. Her precious girlfriend did this and little things like that means a lot to her

You supporting and defending Loona like Blitzø does strengthen her growing trust and growing desire to open up. She doesn’t have both with you right away but everytime you do something for her, the more she feels like she can be attached to you with nothing going wrong

Loona is so afraid you’ll end up replacing her with somebody else that her insecurity sometimes bleed out the rare times you two argue. She needs reassurance that you only want her… a lot

Loona values anything you give her. Even give her a simple phone case and she’s using it the next day. She likes to picture that your heart is inside the gifts you give her and it makes her feel… well, happy. Since it means she has you with her, even when you’re not in front of her

Loona defends you and your personality. You’re purer than any angel up in Heaven and she’d be damned if she let anybody rip up your spirits. You’re such a likeable soul that she will happily listen to you chatter for hours

Loona is a deep listener, as confirmed with her knowing Blitzø so well, and remembers very small details so well, she can identify how he acts. Your little habits or behaviours, she picks them up and she can read how you feel at times or what you may mean fluently

Loona out here using her precious sparkly puppydog eyes on you so you’ll try on goth/emo style for her, just to make her mentally drool over you. Wow, you look… well… hot

To sum it all up, Loona isn’t the BEST girlfriend in Hell, nobody is but she loves you deeply and she’ll try her best for you, since you always do it all back for her. She knows you and she feels like you understand her so well, the opposite personalities don’t matter to her. Who you are matters to her, she is just in love, nothing more to say…

Loona doesn’t know how to feel when she sees your bird mannerisms. She often just thinks ‘cute’

“Eh— you… want to go to that shithole for a party, Babe? Uh… I guess… ugh. Okay, okay. Fine, fine. We can go but stay with me, alright? I don’t want any creeps or that fucking honeycomb Sin touching you. We can dance together”

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atranswomansdiary · 2 months

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Day 61

August 5, 2020

I have a couple of confessions to make. Confession time!

First: I think I may be in love. Possibly. Maybe. Probably. If I am, I’ve been for the better part of the last year or so.

My dearly beloved is called J.N. I met them the way I’ve met most of my partners—through my nerd hobbies—and, the first time I saw her, my heart ached with the pain of finding someone so beautiful that they seemed to light the room. As I got to know her better I realize that we shared many tastes, likes, interests, and even perspectives on life, the future, society, etc. She's young, though, almost a decade younger than I am, so I’d be hesitant even if there wasn’t a huge obstacle in the way of my romantic fantasies.

J.N. is in a relationship.

I met her partner the same time I met her and, truth be told, I didn’t like him one bit. It may have been jealousy, I admit, but my gut instinct told me that he wasn't a nice person. And, in fact, I quickly realized that either we didn’t like each other or we just didn’t “vibe”, as the kids say these days.

Considering what happened in my second to last relationship—with P.R.—where I interfered in her relationship with a partner because I felt like she was “the woman of my dreams”, I’m not only hesitant but outright refuse to do the same thing ever again. Not only was our relationship miserable and painful for long parts of it, I’ve always known that interfering in relationships is just plain wrong and, the one time I broke my rule, it ended up in a lot of tears and suffering and self-loathing. I won’t do it again. Not for J.N. and not for anybody else.

Besides, I really like the relationship I have with J.N. right now. We’re good friends, we confide, and we support each other. What more could I ask? If she ever ends her relationship, maybe then I could consider confessing my feelings for them... But not before they’re in a position to start a new relationship.

So, giving this context, I think my following confession—the second and last for the day, I think—will make a little bit more sense.

I told J.N. that I’m "considering transitioning".

I can’t remember exactly how it all came about, but we were discussing how we were dealing with the solitude and isolation of the pandemic, and what new sources of pleasure or happiness have we discovered since the lockdown began, and I just blurted it out without thinking.

I had a few moments of panic—we were sending each other voice messages—as they were recording their reply but, once it came through, it was better than anything I could have hoped for! She was so understanding and supportive and warm and affectionate! I was over the moon and started telling her all about it, everything that has happened to me since the recurring dream with L.M. and the daydream and the things I’ve thinking about and the joy of the genderbent photo of Day 24 and well… Everything. I poured my heart and soul, my dreams and hopes and fears, the bundled mess that I am, into those messages.

And J.N. was so kind and caring and nice to me. She not only accepted me; I felt like she embraced me. Even celebrated me. She made me feel like the idea of transitioning is not so impossible after all. I’m not saying that it is possible now but, with people like this at my side, supporting me and, dare I say, loving me? Everything looks possible.

Even transitioning my 34-year-old ass.

The interesting part, of course, is that I told her first, before any of my other friends. J.N. is my newest friend; as I mentioned before, we met only a year or so ago. Still, I’ve felt such a connection and closeness with her that I cannot but suspect that she’ll be someone very important to me, not only now but in the future. Especially so if I decide to transition.

Even imagining that turning into a reality sends a shiver down my spine and makes me sweat. Before I would’ve said that it was pure fear and terror, but I think I detect more and more the presence of hope and faith in a future I cannot even envision.

May it'll one day be true and not the stuff of dreams.

Until then, with love,

#dear diary #journal entry #queer #trans #trans woman #transfem #transgender #transgirl #lgbtqia

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confessions-official · 1 month

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old news because mother’s day was months ago but i earnestly cannot fucking believe that my father admitted to my mother that he didn’t get her anything for mother’s day because he was afraid of how she would react without her coming to any sort of realization. i cannot believe that she initiates frequent (monthly? biweekly?) screaming fits at him where she slams doors and stomps and throws things without an ounce of introspection. in fact, it’s always my father who’s the one to apologize after the fact, to which she always tells him to fuck off because she’s still simmering. what does it take? should i have told her that i was also scared of how she would react when i texted her the morning of mother’s day? when am i next going to have the chance to tell her that i am afraid of her? when does she get to know the extent of which i am hyper vigilant of her moods? i wake up moments before arguments break out, no matter when in my sleep cycle i am or how little sleep i’ve gotten, and i can only assume it’s because my body preempts that there’s something worth being alert about. i’ve had recurring dreams where i’ve had to grovel for her forgiveness while she laughed at me or refused to look at me. she gave me the silent treatment for a week when i was sixteen years old because i dared to send her an article saying that misgendering your transgender child is a way of disrespecting them. i still remember that her immediate response was that i have no idea what disrespect is, and that she was too tired to deal with this. there were more cruel texts following; i don’t remember the contents.

we’re both adults. adults communicate. they should be able to, anyway. (she once told me that humans reply in words, not grunts, because she was unhappy with how quiet i was. this was couched in a long text paragraph about how awful i make her feel, which i woke up to after i told her i would prefer to clean my room myself instead of having her help, a statement she took as me banning her from my room. often i wonder how much less confrontational i could have phrased it.) i don’t think that she understands that she makes it an unsafe environment to communicate.

i can’t understand it. i would feel better if i could at least understand her psychology. my running theory is that she is overcompensating for having been blamed for everything in her youth and now she cannot accept when she is actually at fault (even if she claims that she can). but then the truly baffling things, like not eating all day and then getting angry with my father for her having not eaten… it’s not like there’s not food in the house, and it’s not like she’s not being offered anything, or that there’s no variety… and whatever she asks for, she’ll get. i really don’t understand.

one of their arguments i overheard at maybe one or two in the morning had her arguing “if you saw a person bleeding out in the road, would you ask them what they wanted/how to help them or would you just get help?” or something to that effect. but she acts like it’s obvious what she wants. or needs. yet she’s been asked, point blank, what she wants, but never do i hear a concrete response to that. i’m really wracking my brain for what it is that she thinks is so obvious. i just feel like i’m fundamentally missing something that would fix or explain whatever is happening.

and it’s not like the other parties involved are entirely without fault, myself included. but this can’t be the way it’s supposed to be…

am i coming at this from the wrong angle, trying to make logical sense of it? is this just an extended stress response? untreated mental illness? i know she used to be medicated; i don’t know what happened with that. she used to be in therapy; don’t know what happened with that either.

there has to be something i’m missing. but if i haven’t clocked it after years of this, what is it? am i blinded by spite? is it me who lacks empathy?

i just can’t wrap my mind around any of it. as an addendum, i always think that it’s not that bad and that all of this can hardly be counted as traumatic, but then i was triggered by the dinner scene in hereditary and the christmas episode of the bear (with jamie lee curtis), so… maybe that counts for something.

#confession

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justsomewritingblog · 11 months

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It's Always Lois

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Requested By: Nobody

Pairing: Clark Kent x reader (One-sided)

Summary: Y/n tells Clark how she feels about him, knowing he doesn��t feel the same.

Warnings: Embarrassment, one-sided, reader is kind of a mess

A/N: It’s an oofer.

Word Count: 2K+

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You turned a corner in the Daily Planet, just in time to see Lois walk away from Clark, no doubt having just made a rude comment. Clark watched her walk away, a small sigh escaping his lips. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes trained on her, a gleam in them. You stood next to him, clutching your things to your chest.

“It’s not fair, is it?”

He looked down at you, somewhat startled. “What?”

“It’s not fair.” You repeated, looking up into his brown eyes hiding behind his glasses. “She looks at you the same way you look at her…..but not the you you want.”

“I’m not following.” He admitted, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Clark,” you paused, thinking, “I know the looks you give Lois.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “I don’t give looks to Lois.” He lied. You smirked.

“You’re a terrible liar, Clark. I’d know those looks anywhere. They’re the same looks I give you.” You admitted, daring to look at him. He was clearly unsure of what to say. You let out a humorless laugh. “It’s funny,” you started, looking down, “she looks at Superman the same way you look at her. But she doesn’t notice the real you. Not like I do.”

“Real me?”

“Clark, I know you’re Superman.” You told him, dropping your voice, knowing he could still hear you.

“What? That’s crazy. I-”

“Oh, come off it, Clark. To be honest, I’m amazed I’m the only one to have figured it out. If you looked, I mean really looked, you can tell. Your build, height, hair, eyes, even your personalities.”

He opened his mouth, ready to fight back, but you kept going. “Your excuses for always leaving are terrible.” You told him. “I’d recommend getting better at it. You can’t always say you have a dentist appointment, Clark.”

He sighed, pushing his glasses up. “How’d you know?”

“I just told you.”

“And you haven’t told anyone?”

“Clark, why would I tell anyone? You must truly think low of me to-”

“Alright, I don’t. It was just a precaution.”

“It’s funny.” You said, for the second time that evening. “I don’t like Superman nearly as much as I like you.” You looked up at him. “You’re Clark Kent, not Superman. If only Lois could see it. For your sake.”

Clark pursed his lips, unsure of how to respond.

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” You assured. “I don’t know what you see in her, and I don’t know what she doesn’t see in you. You’re so kind, and caring, compassionate, helpful-” You cut yourself off, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. You cleared your throat, trying to swallow the lump lodged in it.

“Lois is so driven. She’ll do anything to-” He stopped himself, looking down at you and seeing you fighting the tears. “Are you alright?” He asked, reaching out to you.

“I will be.” You assured, uncertain of it yourself.

“Well, can I get you anything?”

You laughed slightly. “No, Clark.” Man, were you glad the building was empty, or nearly anyway. He sighed.

“My parents are a lot better at this than I am.” He muttered. He froze his movements suddenly, looking up at you. “Would you want to meet my parents?”

You looked up at him, shocked. “What?”

“I can fly you there, if you want.”

“Well, I would like to, but-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence. Clark had picked you up, and the next thing you knew, you were flying to Kansas. You buried your face in Clark’s neck, the harsh winds affecting your already sore eyes. He landed in front of a door and put you down. He walked up to the door and knocked. You took this time to wipe your eyes, not wanting to look like a wreck. You heard the door open.

“Clark?”

“Hi, Mom.” He greeted quietly.

“What are you doing here?”

Clark grew silent, and turned to the side, looking at you. It was dark, but Mrs. Kent could make out your figure.

“Who’s this?”

“She’s from work, Mom. She-”

You walked forward and stuck your hand out. She shook it, though still confused. “Ms. L/n, Mrs. Kent. I work at the Daily Planet with Clark and I’m hopelessly in love with him.” You admitted. Clark already knew, and you were aware that probably wasn’t the best way to introduce yourself, but you were currently an emotional train-wreck and you had no control over the things leaving your mouth. Clark looked to the side, still slightly awkward, and Mrs. Kent’s mouth dropped open.

“Come inside, dear.” She offered, wrapping her arms around you. She led you inside, and Clark followed. “Jonathan!” She called.

“What is it, Martha?”

“Will you just come here?!”

There was no response, but footsteps were heard, and drawing closer, indicating that he was on his way. Sure enough, an elderly man appeared around the corner, but he froze upon seeing you. He looked to his wife, to Clark, and back to you. You bit your lip in anticipation. Mrs. Kent let go of you.

“Come with me, Jonathan. I’ll explain what I know.” Mrs. Kent told him, leading him away into the kitchen. His eyes kept flickering to you in confusion until he was out of sight. You let out a shaky breath and ran your hand down your face. You didn’t wear makeup anyway, so it didn’t matter.

“Do you want to sit?” Clark asked softly. You turned to him, seeing him gesturing at the couch. You sat down at one end, Clark at the other, as much space between you as possible. You only sat there for a few moments until you stood and began pacing. “Try to relax.” Clark told you.

“Relax? Clark, I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t have said anything. I should have kept my mouth shut.” You complained. Clark sighed, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. “I don’t know why-” You cut yourself off, seeing Mr. and Mrs. Kent enter your peripheral vison. You turned to them, feeling like you were about to cry again. You practically willed the tears to stay put.

“Come here, dear.” Mrs. Kent instructed. She led you to a small, square kitchen table. “Have a seat.”

You reluctantly sat down, Mrs. Kent on your right. Clark and Mr. Kent came in, taking seats as well. Clark sat to your left, and Mr. Kent across from you.

“How did you get here?” Mrs. Kent asked.

“Clark flew me.”

“Clark….flew…you?” She asked, sending a scolding look at her son.

“Oh, it’s okay! I already knew.” You said quickly. You saw Clark’s parents exchange looks.

“How did you know?” Mr. Kent asked.

“Everything about him. Just looking at him, you can tell. I’m amazed a simple pair of glasses have managed to fool this many people for this long.” You admitted.

“So am I.” Mr. Kent muttered under his breath. His wife slapped his arm gently.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m a little confused as to why you’re here.” Mrs. Kent admitted. You sighed.

“Well, Mrs. Kent-”

“Call me Martha.”

You became silent for a short moment. “Well, Martha, I-um. Clark and Lois were talking, and Lois left, so I came over and began talking to Clark. I told him I understand what he’s going through, to some degree. And the words and emotions kept flowing, and before I knew it, I said too much.” You concluded.

Martha looked to her husband, then to Clark, who really looked like he didn’t want to be here. He was fiddling with the tablecloth, avoiding any and all eye-contact. Noticing they had nothing to say, you continued, hoping fill the deafening silence. You were afraid that you would fall apart if it stayed silent, your anxiety eating away at you. They all looked up at you, upon hearing you beginning to speak again.

“I told him what I thought of him, and I said I didn’t understand why Lois looked right through him. You really raised him well.” You said, eyes drifting over to Clark briefly.

Martha and Jonathan smiled softly.

“What exactly is it that you love so much about him?” Martha asked quietly, as if she was afraid that if she spoke any louder, she’d break you into a million pieces. You took in a shaky breath, looking over to Clark, who was playing with the tablecloth again.

“He’s kind, and compassionate, always willing to help, playful, supportive, hard-working-” You stopped yourself there, hoping and praying that you wouldn’t have to say anymore. Your mouth didn’t listen to you, and kept going. “But, he loves Lois.” You said, voice breaking as you said her name. Clark ripped his eyes away from the tablecloth to look at you. “And I’m really sorry for taking up your time.” You said quickly, feeling the tears resting in the corners of your eyes. “I want to go home.” You mumbled, placing your face in your hands. You were painfully aware of the silence that followed, and you wished the floor would eat you whole.

“Oh, honey.” Martha said. You peeked through your fingers, eyes resting on her. You were certain that she could see the tears now, judging by her large frown.

“I hate crying about this. I feel like such a baby.” You muttered.

“You’re not being a baby.” Martha assured.

“You’d think at my age-”

“Everyone cries about love. No matter their age.” She said, a small, comforting smile on her face.

“I feel selfish. And I know that I should want Clark to be happy, and I do, don’t get me wrong, but I can’t help but feel unwanted.”

The look of guilt that crossed Clark’s face was heartbreaking.

“All is fair in love and war.” Jonathan quoted. You let out a humorless laugh.

“But I’d feel terrible. Clark loves Lois, and that’s apparent. I’ll just have to learn to get over it.” You said, placing your chin on your folded arms that rested on the table.

“But what if you don’t get over it?” Martha asked. You were silent for several moments.

“Then I’ll die knowing Clark’s happy.” You finally said. “I’ll find a way to cope.”

The look of shock and amazement on all of their faces showed they didn’t expect that answer. Even if they didn’t expect any certain answer, you were sure that that was one they didn’t think you’d answer with. The silence grew to be too much for you again and you abruptly stood.

“Look, I’m sorry for taking up your time. It was very nice to meet you.” You said quickly, swiftly making your way outside to avoid any other interactions. You had made it outside, it was dark, when you realized Clark was your ticket home. You weren’t very well able to speak to him yet, so you opted for sitting on the porch steps, chin in hands, elbows on knees. You looked up at the stars, trying to remember the last time you saw them so bright.

The sound of the door opening was faintly heard in the distance, but your brain was too focused on watching the sky to acknowledge it.

“They’re pretty, aren’t they?”

You turned to the owner of the voice, seeing Clark sitting next to you, also looking at the sky.

“Yeah. You can’t see them in Metropolis.” You replied. He hummed in response.

“Sometimes I come out here and look at the stars to think.” He admitted.

“About Lois.” You muttered under your breath, forgetting he could hear you with his superpowers. He looked to you, somewhat surprised at your quiet response.

“Not only about Lois.” He assured. Your face grew quite a rare shade of pink, remembering about is super-hearing. There was silence for a moment until he spoke again. “Look, I’m sorry.”

“I know.” You replied quietly. “I know Lois is determined. There’s nothing about me that really stands out.”

“Hey, I didn’t think anything about me stood out.” He said. You looked at him with a face saying, ‘do you think I’m stupid?’

“Really? You’re Superman. But you were Superman before you wore the suit and cape.” You admitted. He looked down.

“I’m sure someone will find that thing that sets you apart from everyone else.” He assured.

“But they won’t be you.” You said, looking up at him. “They don’t have your cute glasses, or more importantly, all of your amazing qualities.” He blushed slightly, but you continued before he had the chance to be too embarrassed. “Besides, just finding something that sets you apart from everyone else doesn’t necessarily means it’s a good something.”

Clark smiled softly. “Bad choice of words.” He declared. A small grin found its way on your face. You playfully bumped his shoulder with yours, leaning your head on it. You fell into a comfortable silence, simply admiring the stars.

“I’m sorry I put you in this situation. I don’t always know when to keep my mouth shut.” You apologized.

“That’s one thing you and Lois have in common.”

You didn’t miss the way your heart tugged at the mention of Lois’ name. Feeling a sudden discomfort and distance, you sat up straight. Clark looked to you, slightly confused. You hurried with an explanation.

“Well, it was nice to see your home. And meet your parents.” You said, gesturing to the house, looking at it. “Anyway, I’d like to go home. We have work tomorrow, and I don’t know how I’m gonna sleep tonight.”

Clark sighed, feeling responsible. He placed his hands on his hips. “You want me to take you back?”

You hesitated slightly. Of course you’d love to spend more time with Clark and his family. On the other hand, you really didn’t know how well you were going to sleep, but you suspected it wasn’t going to be well. You finally gave him a nod.

“Do you want to say goodbye to my parents?”

You looked back at the door. “I guess.” Clark smiled softly at your response and placed his hand on the small of your back, leading you back inside. A chill ran up your spine at the contact, but you pretended to ignore it. He led you back inside and you walked to the kitchen, immediately finding his parents talking.

“Um, I would just like to say thank you, for everything, and again I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Martha assured.

“Yeah, well.” You said, not fully convinced. “I’m having Clark take me home. It was very nice to meet both of you. I finally have faces to put to Clark’s parents.” You told them, a small smile creeping onto your face.

“It was nice to meet you, too.” Martha said, standing and giving you a hug. You were shocked for only a moment before you hugged back. When Martha pulled away, her husband walked forward and shook your hand. You smiled softly at him before turning and walking back out the door. Clark sent his parents one last look before jogging after you.

He stopped behind you, watching as you took one last look around.

“You ready?”

You nodded, feeling more than ready to leave. He picked you up, effortlessly, and began the flight back to Metropolis. It was slower than the one to Kansas, letting you get a look of the stars, until they faded because of the light emitting from the city. Clark placed you down outside your apartment. He re-adjusted the glasses on his face while you fiddled with your keychain, unlocking the door.

You opened it and turned on the light, making you flinch slightly at the sudden brightness. You turned back to Clark. “Thanks.” You said shortly. He nodded.

“It was the least I could do.”

You smiled softly and sadly at his comment. You both stood in silence for a moment until you broke it. “See you tomorrow.” You informed. Clark nodded. You stepped inside your apartment, locking the door. Clark let out a sigh, turning and walking away.

Once inside you got changed, flopping on the bed, not wanting to do anything but sleep. As you pulled the covers up to your chin, you made a declaration to yourself.

You’d get over Clark. For Lois’ sake. For his sake. But for your sake as well.

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A/n: Repost!

#DC #DC x reader #reader #reader insert #x reader #Clark Kent x reader #Superman x reader #Superman #Clark Kent #Lois and Clark #Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman #my works #Mara's works #repost

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glitchtricks94 · 3 months

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Okay so I’m writing a self indulgent fic rn off of a dare and I myself am crying because my prompt was Hanahaki Disease 😭

This is just the plot I haven’t really written anything yet

The male love interest (one of my many favs 🌚) has never felt love in the romantic or even the platonic sense before, so therefore he feel he can’t reciprocate it (in the sense of a relationship)

The female love interest (me because fuck it we ball) confesses her feelings, but he turns her down 😔 And what’s even worse is that they’re in the same royal court (he’s the prince and she’s a lady) so they see each other pretty much every day

But over time she starts turning up to court less and less, and every time he sees her she looks even sicker than the last. But one day she just stops showing up regardless, and he begins to grow worried, but won’t admit to himself that he’s growing fond of her

Once he heard of her symptoms (you probably heard of the Hanahaki disease before lol) he writes to all of the best physicians and herbalists in the land and across the sea, but nothing is working, and her condition is only worsening

So he decides to see her in person one day, but she’s basically just barely holding onto life. He holds her in his arms, trying to comfort her, begging her to hold on just a bit longer, reassuring her that he’ll find a cure

But she knows it’s too late, that he won’t love her until after she’s gone. So she pressed one final kiss to his lips, whispering her heart to him, before her chest falls one last time

So she died lmao 😝

But every full moon he dances with her ghost, alone in the ballroom, with no one else to see them. She always disappears at dawn, but she’ll be back by the next moon. She always is, like an eternal promise.

Anyways what do you think 😼 sorry this is long 😭

FOAMING AT THE MOUTH, RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES, HOWLING AT THE MOON, CRYING WATERFALLS OF TEARS, BEGGING FOR MORE I LOVE THIIIISSSSSSS DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THE HANAHAKI AU?! THE TERROR IT SUBJECTS MY HEART TO?! THE BITTERSWEET AGONIES IT HAS DANCE ON MY MIND?!

LOTTIE I LOVE THIS TO PIECES!!!!!!!!!

#glitchrambles.txt #glitchdarlings.lottie💜

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thesparklingwriter · 2 years

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questionable alliances

“Are you bitching about me to our dog?”

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Excited barks float through the house, and as much as you love Amber and would do anything for her, it’s six am, and you should be sleeping.

You creep downstairs to see whether she’s okay, only to hear Zhongli shushing her.

“Amber, please keep it down,” he says, kneeling down to put her leash on. “Remember our deal, if you wake yn, we can’t go for a walk.”

Amber is silent. You imagine her tilting her head to the side.

“I can't believe yn has trained you so thoroughly that the word ‘walk’ means nothing to you,” He huffs and clears his throat. “If you’re not quiet, we can’t go for…walkies.”

Amber whines, only really hearing the negative part of the sentence.

“You know what she’s like. If she sees we’re going without her she’ll be in the most argumentative mood. Rightly so, I admit, but the fact remains.”

Amber growls playfully, snatching her leash out of his hands as if she’s going to walk herself. “Such aggression,” Zhongli chuckles, petting her head. “Did yn teach you that? It seems like the kind of thing she’d do.”

“Are you bitching about me to our dog?” you ask incredulously. Zhongli isn’t even surprised by your presence, so you’re guessing that he either knew you were there or he heard you stomp out of bed. Knowing him, both are viable options.

“Good morning, love.” he smiles, pulling you into a hug. Amber runs at your legs, yipping happily, and you push Zhongli away to pick her up. She nuzzles her face against yours with a playful bark.

“Is your father gossiping with you?” You tease. “He is, isn’t he? He’s a big old gossip!”

“I was not gossiping,” he complains. He picks up Amber’s discarded leash. “I was simply stating the truth. Would you like to join us on our walk?”

“Of course I do.” You smile.

“Then you should probably get changed,” His eyes glide over you and you suddenly realise how right he is—you can’t go out for a walk in just one of his shirts. If you did that, Zhongli would probably hit every person who even dared to look at you with rocks and it wouldn’t be the first time.

“You’re right. Come on, Amber. It’s my turn to gossip with you while I get changed.”

Amber follows behind you, with a valiant attempt at getting up the stairs. She tries her best to do things most things herself, but if she lets out a single whimper, Zhongli picks her up immediately. That should make him her favourite, but you feed her most of the time, so the two of you are equally matched. You slow down so she can keep trying at her own pace.

Amber climbs onto your bed as you start powering through your clothes. “Did you know you’re six months old today?” Amber yips happily. You and Zhongli swear she can understand what you’re saying to her by the way she responds to you both—sometimes she sits by you, listening intently to your conversations.

“Your dad will never admit it, but he remembered and we’re going out for dinner later. He’s saying it’s an advance on our anniversary but I know better.” Amber bounces on the bed a few times, and almost flies off. You catch her, smiling softly. “You’ve not grown at all, have you? You’re still as small as the day we got you!”

“Even though you keep sneaking her extra food,” You hadn’t noticed Zhongli had come upstairs.

“I never!" you hiss, and Amber barks along.

“Your mother keeps feeding you more than she should, doesn’t she?”

That’s new. You’ve embraced the title of dog mum with your whole being. You even commissioned a dress with the words embroidered on it, but Zhongli refuses to wear the shirt you had made for him.

“You said your love for me knows no bounds. If that were the case, you’d wear the shirt.” You huffed, and Zhongli simply laughed.

“I never lied. My love for you does know no bounds. My shame, however, knows plenty.”

Although at the time, you had relented, you promised you’d get him in the shirt some way or another. You’ve always referred to Amber as your child, and whilst Zhongli endures you calling him Amber’s dad, he’s never once willingly called himself that.

“Did you just call me Amber’s mother?”

Zhongli hums. “Is that not what your dress says?”

“Now what has caused this change of pace, I wonder?” You tease, grinning devilishly. Instead of responding to you immediately, he picks Amber up with a tender smile.

“I’m simply seeing things from your point of view,” he smiles.“Amber is quite like a child in some ways.”

“Does this mean you’ll wear the shirt?” Excitement glazes your eyes and Zhongli can't help but laugh.

“Certainly not,” he chuckles. Although, as you go out on your walk, he certainly acts the part of a proud dog dad. Every time someone compliments Amber or mentions how adorable she is, he smiles proudly as you gush about how perfect your dog is. The minute Amber slows down, he’s picked her up, cradling her to his chest the way he did when you first got her. Seeing him be so paternal to her, even though she’s a dog, does something to you, and you often spend the rest of your walks with your head lowered to try and hide the early onset of blush.

“Are you alright, love?”

“Oh, I’m just perfect.” You mutter. It’s not like you’re dying internally, or anything.

“I don’t believe you at all.”

“That’s your problem, not mine.”

Zhongli’s face takes on a dignified impishness as he grins down at you. “Maybe I will wear that shirt.” Despite his attempts to disguise this as his own decision–one he’s made of his own free will, the fact remains. He really can’t bear to disappoint you, and if making you happy involves him wearing a silly little shirt. He’ll do it.

But his words don’t have the effect on you that he expects. You just blush more, turning your face away from him. “I’m hungry.” You huff indignantly. “Let’s go home.”

a/n i, like yn, want to have zhongli's babies

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carewyncromwell · 2 years

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Hey. Hey, Jam City. I have a bone to pick with you, about this new Pumpkin Johnny quest and your so-called “lesson” we’re supposed to learn from it.

Namely -- that it’s absolute rubbish.

Look -- I truly, truly do see what Jam City is trying to say here: two wrongs don’t make a right, blah blah blah, treat your enemies better than they’d treat you, sure. But here’s the thing -- the story of Pumpkin Johnny? No way in Hell is that its moral. Hagrid tells the story thusly --

This isn’t a story about the wrongness of hurting people, regardless of who they are -- it’s a cautionary tale against bullying! It’s a tale reminding people that having a laugh at someone’s expense can have real consequences! Hell, the ending warning involves Johnny coming back to “take revenge” on whomever calls him with that insulting nickname that so upset him. This ghost is trying to teach me a lesson about letting bygones be bygones?? This ghost is trying to teach me that I should forgive the people bullying me because hey, somebody’s gotta be the better person??

Hell, even Hagrid HIMSELF admits that the reason he told his story was to make a point about the wrongness of bullying and making fun of people. He told the story all because Merula was picking on Ben!

So the “lesson” we should take away from Pumpkin Johnny is to not make fun of people. To not bully people. A lesson that Merula clearly did not take to heart, since she immediately pulled this crap.

Right. She takes this story that is supposed to be about the wrongness of bullying...and uses it to terrorize her fellow classmates, just for a laugh. And yet at the end of the story, we’re supposed to feel guilty when we give that no-good bully a taste of her own medicine by giving her and Ismelda a fright? (By just standing in front of them, by the way -- MC prevented Tonks from truly taking revenge by hexing Merula and Ismelda’s heads into pumpkins.) Even if Ismelda twisted her ankle, which is objectively not good, that’s easy enough to fix with magic...and considering that Penny fainted and Barnaby hit his head pretty bad when Ismelda/Merula attacked them with infinitely more mean-spirited intentions, they’re really in no place to give us grief for that. And yet at the end of the quest, who is the one who is supposed to have learned a lesson here?

The person who tried to stop the bully terrorizing the school by dressing up as a ghost who literally came about because of bullying. The person who -- if you look at the story Hagrid told objectively -- took a leaf out of Pumpkin Johnny’s own playbook, by scaring the bullies who had made his school career so miserable.

Excuse me?! I damn well hope you’re asking Merula this same question, Pumpkin Johnny -- oh -- oh, wait, though, you don’t have to -- because if you actually dare to hold Merula accountable for her actions and tell Dumbledore what she did regardless of what punishment you might get assigned yourself, this is how she reacts!!

Once again, Jam City refuses to let Merula learn a bloody lesson or accept some bloody consequences for her actions, ADS;FHIUGWISG;GNUQGVIQ

I will at least give credit that Merula didn’t shatter Hagrid’s pumpkins (which definitely influenced Carewyn’s decision to turn her in -- you do NOT destroy other people’s property, especially property belonging to Carewyn’s friends, did you learn nothing from last time, Ismelda?), but she still basically took advantage of other people’s misfortune and fear just to try to “get one over” on people who had done absolutely nothing to deserve it. And her actions ended up scaring not just the original targets of her bullying, but the rest of the students and even the teachers. So yeah -- again -- I don’t feel any regret whatsoever for Carewyn not “cutting a deal” with someone who objectively did something mean-spirited and wrong and didn’t even feel the least bit sorry for it.

The only way to stop bullying is to stand up to it. If Merula decides to take vengeance out on us, then she’ll meet even more consequences, which will be just as much her own fault as this is. And then, yeah, it’ll be crystal clear she didn’t learn the true lesson of Pumpkin Johnny -- that bullying is wrong, and the memory of the people you hurt can come back to haunt you for the wrongs you’ve committed against them.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #gameplay #pumpkin johnny #halloween #anti-merula snyde #tagging just in case #merula snyde #ismelda murk #carewyn cromwell #ben copper

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agonyaster · 2 years

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Last Words of a Doomed Man

His day of reckoning is finally upon Simon. Unfortunately, he has a few visitors before the UR-1 incident can finally be laid to rest.

complicated sibling relationships my beloved… bad ending au’s for simon are such a silly thing to think about

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It’s probably a strange feeling to know the day you’re going to die. Simon isn’t too sure, he’s known for so long that he’s a bit desensitized. Now that the day of reckoning has finally come, he can’t say anything feels any different. His life has been largely the same for the past seven years; the only difference now is that he won’t be waking up tomorrow.

Though he must admit, spending his last few months on this earth prosecuting is a nice way to put an end to it all. He’s still not sure why exactly the chief prosecutor allowed him to in the first place.

Simon remembers when Edgeworth came to visit him. The man looked surprisingly at home in a prison, and didn't even bat an eye at Taka. Simply scratched under her chin and made a punchy comment about someone named Roland; the guard in the corner choking down a laugh at it.

There’s plenty of reasons the new chief prosecutor would reinstate him. An attempt to salvage the reputation of the office, maybe. Phoenix Wright’s name has been cleared, it only makes sense that more steps would be taken to try and end the Dark Age of the Law. Pity, maybe, but Edgeworth doesn’t seem the type to extend kindness to criminals.

The paranoid of him worries that the chief has it all figured out. Miles Edgeworth isn’t stupid by any defintion of the word: he could’ve reinstated Simon to keep an eye on him, because he knew that he wasn’t really a criminal. Not much is left to learn from the seven-year-old case file, but with two of the most important figures in the same place at the same time…

Athena’s eighteen now, she’ll be tried as an adult even though UR-1 happened seven years ago. She likely would’ve been tried as an adult back then— it’s why he had to do what he did.

The more rational part of his brain fights back. There’s something more personal at stake for Edgeworth, he’s sure of it. As a professional he’s hesitant to jump to conclusions, as an inmate he hungers for it. Every little thing; the way he speaks, the strange jacket framed on the wall of his office, the way he clutches at his elbow when deep in thought, the avoidance of elevators. It all speaks to something larger.

So maybe Edgeworth is onto him. Probably not. He hopes not. Because today is the deadline for any turnabouts in this case that really matter; anything after this Simon doesn’t really need to worry about. Still, he prays that this is all left alone after his death, he doesn’t need Athena getting punished for this after all he’s been through to keep her safe.

Simon’s seen a lot of different inmates through the years. Some left because their sentences came to an end or were overturned, others because their execution dates caught up to them. Either way, he doesn’t think anyone’s ever been as calm as he has.

“You’ve got a visitor,” a guard calls. Simon says nothing. “Come on, don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

He sighs, but stands and follows the guard anyway. It’s not a surprise to see Athena on the other side of the glass, but he debates turning around anyway— this is the last thing he wants to do right now.

“Don’t you dare leave.” Athena stares him down, her jaw tight. “You can’t run away from me anymore, Simon.”

She’s right, in a way. Stubbornness runs in her blood, he’s surprised that she didn’t come back into his life even earlier than she did. He sighs and takes a seat, suddenly struck with just how small she looks. Athena’s grown since she was eleven, but not much; even sitting down Simon towers over her.

“Why are you here?” he asks, voice dull.

“You know why.” Athena’s eyes are filled with fiery determination. “You didn’t do it and this is your last chance to admit the truth.”

This again. Simon scoffs and rolls his eyes. “But I did. Shouldn’t you hate me? I killed your mother and ruined your life. You should be celebrating today.”

“Maybe I should hate you, but I don’t and there’s a reason for that. I’m sure of it.”

“It’s because you’re blinded by your delusions of grandeur. I’m not the same person I was seven years ago.” That much is true, at least. He hates lying to her.

“I’m not the same person either, now I can help you— really help you. Back then I knew you were innocent. I saw something, I know I did-”

He remembers a trembling Athena on the witness stand, shrinking under the gaze of everyone in the room. “We see how well that turned out.”

She lets out a groan of frustration, but stays seated. Simon wishes she would just leave already. “Goddammit Simon, do you want to die here?”

“It’s not like there’s much I can do about it anymore.”

“We can get it overturned-”

“In less than an hour? I doubt it.”

Athena swipes at her eyes, shoulders trembling with anger or sadness; he can’t quite tell which. He remembers when she was young, curled up into a ball with hands clamped over her ears to block out all the emotions. He used to comfort her, back then, when Metis wasn’t around. It’s okay though, she’s got Juniper and WAA, even Widget can help calm her down if she really needs it.

She doesn’t need him anymore, hasn’t needed him for a long time.

Before either of them can say anything, the door to the visitors room swings open and slams against the wall with a harsh sound that makes Athena wince, Widget going yellow on her neck. The guard already has a hand on his holster, but pauses when his radio crackles the information over.

“Get out, Princess,” Aura snarls, glaring down at Athena. She looks like she’s come straight from her lab, hair matted and machine oil smeared on her cheek.

Athena bristles, rising up out of her chair. “You can’t tell me what to-”

“He was my brother before he was yours— get out before I do something I’ll regret.”

Hesitantly, Athena exits the room, casting one last worried glance over her shoulder before pulling the door shut behind her. Aura doesn’t bother to sit, simply crossing her arms and glaring at her brother through the glass.

“I’d say it's good to see you, but it’s really not,” he jabs.

“Fuck you, Simon.” She sounds tired. Angry too, but she’s angry more often than not nowadays.

“Thanks.”

“No, really. Fuck you,” she spits, face twisting. “Fuck you and your stupid fucking savior complex-”

“It would be a martyr complex, actually.”

Aura groans, raking her hands through her hair in frustration. “This is exactly the shit I’m talking about— you’re too damn smart to be here.”

“Obviously not.”

“Don’t give me that. If, and I mean if you killed Metis, you would’ve gotten away with it. You’re not stupid enough to forget about the security cameras.”

She’s right, of course she is. Laughing at criminals for forgetting about cameras was one of his favorite things to do as a kid, curled up on the couch with Aura as the culprits quaked onscreen.

“Most murders are those of passion.” It’s a weak defense, but it’s not like that’s his job.

“We both know that you cared about Metis too much to kill her.”

It’s an argument they’ve had dozens of times before. Simon’s a little glad this’ll be the last time; he’s put his sister through enough. She deserves to move on from this, UR-1 took so much from everyone at the station, but her especially. Maybe he can convince her to move to the east coast, as his last request. He doubts it.

“I’m not the person you thought I was.”

“I fucking raised you, Simon. I know exactly who you are.”

He refuses to look her in the eye. Aura’s too damn smart for this, she’ll get him caught if he’s not careful and it’s been too long to let that happen. “So? I’ve changed.”

“You could never change that much; it’s why you treated that Woods girl the way you did. Barely even talked to her back then and you’re looking after her just like you are the brat.”

“I was doing my job.”

“Yeah. Sure.” Aura rolls her eyes. “God, I wish I could hate you.”

“Thanks.”

“No, really. It would make my life a hell of a lot easier.”

“After today, you won’t have to worry anymore.”

Aura lets out a choked sound at that, somewhere between a laugh and a scream. “Goddamnit. Why do I have to lose you again? I- you- it just isn’t fair. It isn’t right.”

He wants to smirk and laugh at her for getting so sentimental after so many years of anger, but he can’t bring himself to. Some part of him aches to see his big sister like this; she was always so strong. The only time he can remember her crying like this was when he was little. Their father did… something. He was too young to know what and Aura never told him.

“I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“I know.” She exhales, long and low and heavy. “I know Simon, I know.”

#writing #simon blackquill #aura blackquill #athena cykes #bad ending au #ace attorney #aa5 #ace attorney dual destinies #mentions of edgeworth and roland #aai beloved #i like writing Feels

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giantchasm · 2 years

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Been thinkin about the Star Allies waves. I like the idea of them each being pretty tight-knit groups of friends.

Wave 3 especially. Lately I’ve been rotating a headcanon in my mind that Susie stays with Taranza in Floralia for a bit post-Robobot before she has a way home and is able to restart the company. She’s put with him both because no-one in Dreamland is really comfortable having her around (fair!) but also because Kirby knows they have similar trauma. I think it’d take a bit for them to open up to one another— with there just being an obligatory, detached politeness between them at first, but eventually they’d learn about what was Going On with each other and very quickly pack bond over their experiences.

I think they’d be very protective over one another, with Taranza seeing Susie as someone vulnerable— someone he doesn’t want to fail like his last vulnerable friend, and Susie seeing Taranza as a little bit of a wimp but a good guy who she’ll aim a gun at you for if you dare make fun of him.

Magolor would, in part, come into this equation to help Susie build a new way home (she refuses to take the Lor Starcutter on the principal of rejecting ‘handouts’), but also in part just because he’s lonely. I think he’d catch wind of the other two ‘ex-villains’ hanging out and be like “you know who’s ALSO an ex-villain turned goodboy? MEEEEEE :3c”

At first they’d both be sort of annoyed by him, but eventually they’d realize he’s legitimately fun to talk to and knows a lot of interesting things about both magic and technology. His infodumps are a good distraction from the more upsetting elements of their lives. And so he just kind of becomes part of the group.

Eventually Susie is able to go home, but they keep in close contact, and when Star Allies rolls around they’re like “OMGGGG. Villain squad REUNITED 💕💕”

Magolor keeps trying to get Marx inducted into the group, but he’s a little Much for both Susie and Taranza. Marx thinks this is because they’re used to “being the only internet clown and court jester around,” respectively.

Speaking of Marx, though, I thought it’d actually be really funny and cute if he was also buddy-buddy with his wave. So I ended up coming up with the headcanon that post-Milky Way Wishes he actually crash-landed on Popstar, where the Animal Friends and Gooey found him and nursed him back to health, not knowing he was Kirby’s enemy at the time. He’s still like, a selfish lunatic, but he has a soft spot for them because of it— especially Gooey, who he thinks is the funniest person on the planet,

At first Kirby doesn’t know but eventually he catches Gooey going out to meet with Marx and instead of being upset he’s just really, really jealous. He’s like “WHY IS EVERYONE FRIENDS WITH THE EVIL CLOWN BUT ME? 😭”

It’s okay, Kirby. I’m sure your time will come eventually.

Then as for Wave 2, I can’t really imagine them knowing each other before Star Allies, but can envision them becoming close during it. I like to think, as the only group who aren’t initially besties, they’d feel like the odd ones out at first and Adeline and Daroach— sociable-types, would instantly want to get to know each other and become buddies to one-up all the other groups. Cue Adeline becoming an honorary Squeak

Dark Meta Knight would be a little more distant at first— having no interest in this ‘nonsense,’ but eventually even he would get roped into it via their unwavering pestering of him. Adeline draws him a portrait and he’s like 🥺. He’s SOLD on this whole friendship thing, even if he’d never admit it. He and Daroach talk about robbing people while Adeline draws on his mask with magic marker.

I DO like to think DMK was the one who corrupted Sectonia, albeit not intentionally. I think it’d be fun if his resentment and hateful vibes just kind of warped her. It’s not something he feels particularly strongly about, but I think after bonding with the Wave 2 gang he’d be a little worried about potentially doing something like that to them. However, they’d reassure him everything would be alright, with Adeline telling him she’s sure things will be okay as long as he lets go of the hatred in his heart and Daroach bragging he “can’t get worse than he already is.”

It’s fun. They’re good. They love friendship :)

#kirby #star allies #i am not tagging everyone here #just had some thoughts hehe

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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Good morning✨

It’s 12:12am for me so I’m omw to bed lmao

Okay onto what we’re all here for, fluff!!

Okay..okay.. I’m thinking…

Loki being really nice and super sweet to the reader, it can be like the most mundane of things to others but mean a lot to them personally Lots of blushing from the reader, Loki thinking it’s the cutest thing in the world, Loki looking at the reader like they hung the moon and the stars themselves, everyone but her noticing

Reader starts to feel more comfortable around Loki, their friendship strengthens

At a movie night she ends up falling asleep next to him and ends up with her head on his lap. His hands in her hair. Movie ends, everyone leaves, no dares to make a sound once they notice the scene before them. One of the avengers starts pulling out their phone (tony or Thor lol) and Loki without even opening his eyes casts an illusion of himself and blocks the phone, “get out.”

They all leave and he whispers a bunch of sweet nothings

ends with wanda and nat smiling at something on their phones and the reader being curious but they don’t let her see hehehe

(So sorry this is super long, but once I started I couldn’t stop😭)

Fluff-Drabble Marathon A link to my FLUFF Library is here Warnings: None. Still can't get over that lmao. (w/c 650) A link to my regular Masterlist is here [18+]

End Credits

“Shhhh, you’ll wake her.” “We should wake her, the movie’s over – she slept through the entire second half.” Loki stared menacingly at the group scattered around the common room sofas chatting in lowered voices, before his gaze fell to you lying with your head resting on his lap. Tony stood up from the sofa and stretched, his hushed tone still managing to drip with self-assured sarcasm. “Are we sure she’s sleeping? Maybe this is just her long-winded way of putting the moves on Laufeyson. I gotta say, it’s not half bad.” “Would you shut up?” Wanda hissed, “I think it’s sweet.” she cooed softy, tilting her head at the comforting scene. Loki ignored them, brushing a strand of hair delicately from your angelic face.

He thought back to the first time he had met you, your face burning with social awkwardness as you met the heroes you had only known from news reports and fan forums. How you had grown as a woman and an Avenger this past year. How he had fallen desperately in love with you.

For all your many strengths, accepting compliments – Loki soon learned – was not one of them. A pretty necklace, a new hairstyle, mastery of a weapon, a turn of phrase which demanded recognition; the admiration of all of them reduced you to a mess of embarrassment. It was infuriating. Yet it was adorable. You stirred. The group inhaled at once as rising chattering ceased, a collective sigh of relief as you snuggled deeper into Loki’s lap, turning to face his stomach. “I told you, she’s at it. Smooth moves right there...” Tony jibbed, earning an elbow in the ribs from Wanda. Loki ran his finger down your jaw lightly, tracing the skin he dreamt so often of touching in a more familiar embrace. He had begun a long-game charm offensive, building up your tolerance to compliments like tolerance to poison; bit by bit. Last week he had noted the beauty of your smile and you hadn’t lost the ability to speak – that was something. And what’s more, you hadn’t stopped smiling all day. You became yourself with him, an honour he would not lightly break with anything as crude as a mistimed sexual advance. You would retreat back into your shell and that would be that. No, Loki planned for much greater things; he would have you see yourself as he did. Perfect. “Hey Laufeyson, you gonna be OK if we leave? You’re not feeling sexually threatened right now?” Tony slurred, the last whisky of the night clearly taking effect as Pepper grabbed his arm to steady him. “It is quite a suggestive scene, brother you must admit…her head is right beside your, well...you know.” Thor chuckled quietly, as Scott pulled out his phone. “She’ll get a kick outta this tomorrow, just one picture…” Lang murmured, his concentration on pulling up the camera meaning he didn’t see the fire in Loki’s eyes as he snapped his head up.

A duplicate of Loki appeared suddenly in front of him, full Asgardian armour glinting in the lowered lights, long-forgotten menace burning brightly in his eyes as he bore down on a terrified Scott who looked like he had wet himself. The horns of Loki's helmet flickered inches from the top of Lang’s head as he threw his phone to the sofa, his hands up in abject surrender as the fearsome warrior bent over him. “Get out.” it growled deeply, the inhuman tone vibrating quietly around the room like bass. Loki’s illusion swept its gaze silently over the small crowd, as Tony blinked heavily several times before murmuring something to his wife. “Yeah, it’s actually there...come on let’s go, everybody out.” She ushered Tony and the others towards the door, shooting a backwards glance of apology to Loki whose eyes hadn’t left your peaceful face for the whole incident. He smoothed your hair, noting the way your lips parted slightly with every breath. He would compliment you on how beautifully you slept one day, as you woke rested in his arms in the bed you would share. He sighed as you stirred again beneath him, your cheek rubbing against the soft cotton of his sweatpants as you dreamed sweetly. He hoped you were dreaming of him.

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primofate · 3 years

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Genshin x fem!reader [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] Manager reader gets hit on/harassed

Note: IM BACK FROM VACATION I recommend you read “How it’s like to be their manager” first before this one. Gives it a lot more perspective :)

Scenario: During an away game at another school, you catch the eye of a senior there. Little did he know that you’re the Genshin team’s manager and how much trouble he just caused for himself.

Warnings: SEXUAL HARRASSMENT but still SFW, swearing, profanities, fighting. platonic relationships.

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Xiao, Tohma, reader as the team manager

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Lost.

It was like one of your traits. Getting lost easily. You sigh and look left and right to see if anyone was in the hallways to help you get back to the gym, or at least give you directions.

“Those guys...are gunna be worried if I don’t get back soon,” you sweatdrop a little and laugh nervously, picturing your childish team just losing it when you come back late. “I better hurry,” you mutter to yourself, pace quickening the slightest bit, just as a door to one of the classrooms slide open with a thud, revealing a spiky haired guy who stares and blinks at you. You take that opportunity to ask the guy where the gym is.

Back at the gym where the team is doing warmups and practice receives, Tartaglia starts getting antsy and annoying. “Where’s Y/N-chan~~?” He sways back and forth. Zhongli sighs at his middle blocker, “She’ll be back soon, she just went to look for a vending machine,” They still had an hour to go before the practice match, so Zhongli wasn’t that worried.

“Hmmm? It’s--HIT--been a while--HIT--since--HIT--she’s been back --HIT--though--HIT,” Kaeya states. Sentence cut off in pieces as he tries to keep the volleyball up in the air, his tied up blue hair starting to stick to his neck because of the sweat. Still, the team keeps practicing, up until 10 minutes later when even their captain starts to get antsy.

“...Captain, don’t hide it, just admit you’re worried for her too,” Tohma states with a harmless laugh. Zhongli muses and finally sighs, “I have to stay here. Someone else go and look for her,” and immediately seven hands are in the air.

Tartaglia waves his hand “Me, me!”

Kaeya raises his hand “I’ll go!”

Diluc does too “I can do it...”

Albedo follows “I remember the layout of the school,”

Kazuha volunteers “I’ve got good instincts,”

Xiao gingerly picks his hand up “I’ll bring her back fast,”

and finally Tohma’s hand is high in the air, “I’ll find her!”

Of course everyone wanted to go... Zhongli decides he doesn’t want to deal with it and tells his team to go with rock paper scissors. Watching them battle it out really made him wonder how the hell he kept this team together.

“YES!” Tartaglia pumps his fist in the air as he, Kazuha, Xiao and Tohma win the simple round of rock, paper, scissors. Kaeya, Diluc and Albedo are silently sulking, but continue their practice. “We’ll be back soon!!” Tohma waves at them as they exit the gym, starting their search on the ground floor classrooms.

Back where you were, you’d been following the guy for at least 2 minutes now. He said he’d lead you to the gym...but...it seemed as if there was less and less people to wherever he was taking you. It was the ground floor, at the end of the hallway where lockers lined both side of the walls. Suddenly the guy’s hand is wrapped around your wrist and he pulls you towards him. You instantly resist, pulling your wrist back and keeping away from him. “I-I just want to go back to the gym, my team is waiting for me,”

You steel your gaze at the guy. If he thought you were just going to stand there and take his blatant disrespect for your personal space, he was wrong. But his next move leaves you feeling disgusted, your skirt hikes up and he grins. “Stop!” you screech and twist your wrist away.

Tartaglia halts in his tracks at your familiar voice. His head turns just as his other three companions does.

The scene unfolding before him makes. him. see. red.

Hell, he doesn’t even see anything except the image of him punching that grin off of that guy’s face. His vision zones in on the bastard’s features, he strides over, in less than 5 seconds reaching towards the guy’s collar and slamming him on the nearest locker. “The hell do you think you’re doing?!” You’ve never seen him so angry before, but the realization of what happened has you cowering away, feeling like some dirty thing that was played around with.

“Tartaglia, ease up!” Tohma runs to try and restrain Tartaglia’s arms. He shoots a look at Xiao who immediately turns around to get the rest of the team, particularly his captain. Kazuha strides over to you, watching as you faced away and looked at the ground, ashamed.

Kazuha was never one to resort to violence, nor was he particularly a resentful guy. But he feels it. He feels the hatred rush through his veins, but he focuses on you instead. “You’re alright, Y/N,” he places a hand on top of your head and smooths your hair down just as the others arrive.

Tohma is barely holding on to Tartaglia, his strength matches his fury, but Diluc finally arrives and together with Tohma, successfully pulls Tartaglia away from the guy.

“Calm down,” the red haired spiker insists, to which Tartaglia only shouts, eyes engulfed in fury and piercing the offender with his gaze.

“This fucker touched Y/N!”

Zhongli, Kaeya and Diluc freeze at the news. Their heads slowly turn towards the attacker.

And now all set of 8 eyes on him are menacing, cold and unforgiving.

How dare he.

But Diluc holds his ground, restraining Tartaglia.

Zhongli’s head turns towards your frame, seemingly meek and tiny and tears pooling around your eyes.

Xiao hurries next to you as he arrives, the displeasure on his face was immense, specially when he starts wiping off the tears cascading down your cheeks. He grits his teeth “Don’t waste your tears on someone like him,” he knew well that you must have felt ashamed, and that your tears were not something you could control, but it was the best thing he could say.

It was Kaeya, unrestrained and gurgling with hot anger that lifts his fist up.

But it was not his fist that connects with the offender’s jaw.

It was not his hands that pulled the offender up by his collar once again.

And it was not him who states “Do not come near her again. Don’t even look at her,”

The whole team freezes.

It was their captain.

The captain that was always calm and collected. Who always tried to stop fights and apologize for the inconveniences that his team caused. There’s a shiver that runs up the member’s spines at the feral look on their captain’s face.

And then he drops the guy on the ground once again. The offender panicking and crouching backwards and away from them. “We should report it to someone,” Albedo, sensible and smart as ever, suggests. “...but throwing a few more punches in doesn’t seem so bad...” he adds and narrows his eyes at the guy.

“No, don’t. Let’s not waste our energies,” you firmly say and wipe the remaining tears away from your eyes. Kaeya moves over to your side and slides his jacket off of him and places it around your shoulders. “Okay, princess, whatever you want, we’ll just drop him off at the principal’s office and make a report,” when it really counted Kaeya’s flirtatious nicknames for you were quite reassuring. You smiled up at him a little.

Zhongli passes another glance at you, his fist is still tight next to him but he hoists the guy up and has Tartaglia come with him, since he was the one who saw everything.

The rest of the team turns to you, with Tohma taking your hand and leading you back to the gym. “You’re okay, Y/N, we’re here,” and sure enough they keep close enough to you to fend off anyone else. Like wolves protecting their pack. You knew the chances of that happening again was slim, but seeing them so concerned and circled around you like a shield was really what you needed right now.

“...Thank you,” you whisper to them as you arrive at the unfamiliar gym. They all turn back to you with a smile.

“We’ll beat them to the ground at this game, Y/N, you’ll see,”

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dear-mrs-otome · 2 years

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Silvio Ricci - Main Story - Chp 08 - His POV: 2nd Run

Standard Disclaimer: I do this for fun. I don’t, and never would, claim to be proficient at JP. There will be mistakes herein. There will be dialogue I choose to smooth out or change, because it feels choppy just straight translating. There will be the occasional snarky aside and irreverence and just plain summarizing. If you’re looking for 100% pure accuracy, without commentary or localizing, this is not for you. If you don’t mind that…then proceed, and I hope you enjoy! And please, support your local localizer (they make this stuff look easy) and Cybird by playing the games and routes when they come to English.

(NOTE: This POV is from Silvio’s 2nd playthrough - it may contain spoilers or spoiler-adjacent themes concerning the arc of his route and Rio's route, so reader be aware. This particular one doesn't have much but later ones might)

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If Valerio had a woman he truly loved, I wanted to take her away from him.

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“Dad! Mom! The teacher gave me a compliment today!”

“Ah, how wonderful! You’re really brilliant, Valerio!”

“I’m sure that one day, you’ll be an even better king than I am.”

“Really? Hehehe…”

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“...Mother, I -”

“I know you can do this. You’re bound to be the next king, you’ve come a long way towards being the next king with this level of achievement. My son can do it - isn’t that right, Silvio?”

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Just imagining such a scene where the prince who, unlike me, is loved by everyone can’t get the woman he really wants? …It gives me a thrill. It would be a lot of fun to take a woman from him for real.

However…the person Valerio fell for was a difficult woman who’s not interested in money. In fact, she repeatedly harasses foreign princes and makes feeble attempts at getting them to hate her. She’s truly an utterly uncharming woman, and he has no idea what it is about her that made Valerio fall in love with her. But, well …it doesn’t matter.

From behind her, he slides her collar aside and presses his lips over her pulse. He can practically see that damned dog barking as he draws on her skin to leave a prominent mark. “Maybe it would have been better if I’d just done this from the start, rather than the collar,” he muses. “You can’t take it off, and you can’t hide it from everyone.”

She only says his name, and he starts to point out that that’s a pretty weak reaction out of her - when she wordlessly turns around and grabs his hand in an ambush, startling him.

He tries to leap back at the horrible sensation, but her strength was so great he couldn’t believe she was some foppish noblewoman.

“What do you think you’re doing, you scumbag prince!!” she fumes, and he demands she lets go of him immediately. “Not until you apologize, and mean it!”

Don’t you dare bark at me, damned woman! He wants nothing more than to shake her off, but he doesn’t know how much strength a woman’s delicate hands can handle, so he’s stuck doing nothing.

She accuses him of never intending to take the collar off, and he counters that he was taking the lock off but never said he’d take the collar off. “Any day you’re not wearing it, I’ll put a mark on you.”

“I see. Well, if that’s your plan, I have an idea of my own.” Her eyes are steadfast, and he has only a moment to wonder what she means, with a foreboding feeling - before she puts his fingers in her mouth.

“You!!”

Does she normally bite princes?! It seems like she’d held back just shy of causing real pain, but the sensation is still vivid nonetheless and he leaps away from the woman. Ah shit…I can still feel it on my hand.

It’s not the bite that bothers him. Rather, it’s the feel of her warm lips and the soft tip of her tongue on his skin that is the issue. Sassy - no, she’s a shameless hussy. Eugh…what a horrible feeling.

It’s only his imagination that his face is hot. It’s definitely not because he’s not used to something like this.

She tells him that it’ll go both ways - every time he marks her, she’ll bite him as hard as she can. And he admits he’s gotta hand it to her for having the guts to bite a prince, but she best not get carried away.

“I don’t care if you’re some prince from another country. I won’t tolerate any scummy behavior -” she starts to rail.

“What do you mean, ‘scummy act’, Emma?”

Of all the moments, he has to show up now? The figure of that damned dog pops up behind her, having snuck up without him noticing. The woman stammers out an attempt to wave it off, slapping her hand over her neck to hide in in a gesture he finds irritating for some strange reason.

He apologizes for showing up late and she assures him it’s fine - if he hadn’t come, Silvio’s hands might be in tatters by now.

Silvio finally speaks up. “Ha! Who’d let you bite them a second or third time?”

“That’s true…it might have been hard to with you running away scared,” she counters.

“You wanna turn this into a diplomatic issue, woman?” Silvio threatens.

What are you so upset about? he scolds himself. It’s no different than being bitten by an actual dog…It’s just that it’s not exactly commonplace for a woman to bite me.

She expresses her anger genuinely, without trying to butter him up. Something definitely different from any of the women he’s known.

It’s a strange feeling.

“...Emma, let’s go back to the castle.” Valerio takes the woman’s hand, and starts walking.

“Hey, who said you could take her?” He doesn’t hesitate to grab her other hand and stop her, brushing off Valerio’s protests that she doesn’t want to be there. Silvio scoffs at the concept of her ever being charming with an attitude like that, and she fires back that it’s only in front of Silvio she’s like this - if she doesn’t act like this, he’ll take advantage of her.

“You’re getting too sassy,” he warns. “Ah, but…”

She flusters as he lifts her hand and presses his lips to the back of it. It’s an acceptable greeting amongst polite social circles, but clearly not to a commoner woman…and the sight of the sassy woman’s face turning pink is enough to make him finally feel better. “Doing this might make you a little prettier?”

“Not that it’s any concern of yours!” she exclaims.

Valerio protests over how sly he’s being, and tries to wheedle a date out of her, which has Silvio reminding him he’s merely a butler and doesn’t deserve such concessions. But that only has Valerio rounding on him and accusing him of taking liberties with a single lady.

“It’s fine, I’m royalty, right?” Silvio replies.

“You think that means you can just do whatever you want?” Valerio retorts, and they glare at each other in angry silence.

He has no intention of letting go, either. And Silvio grins to himself. Bring it on.

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“Give it back…give it back!”

“Who’s going to give it back, stupid? I hate you. Keep crying like that.”

~~~~~~~~

“For the moment, both of you please let go of me,” she asks.

He hears her voice, but ignores it.

Choose me, woman.

Me…rather than that damned dog.

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<< Chp 08 | Chp 09 >>

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moonlit-reveriee · 3 years

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Baby Blue

technoblade x fem!reader

concept: techno is scared of ‘corrupting’ the reader, but the reader’s kinda into it...

content warning // NSFW, virgin!reader, very minor angst?, small argument that gets resolved

listen to this while you read: BBBlue (Single) by Olivver the Kid

(this fic was heavily inspired by the lyrics of this song, so i highly recommended giving it a listen!)

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When Techno found out you were a virgin, he was terrified. Not necessarily of the thought itself, but of the implications.

He’d never forget the look on your face when you told him. You tried to be casual about it, but he knew you well enough to spot the dusting of pink across your cheeks. You nuzzled yourself closer into his side. Whether out of embarrassment or something else entirely, he couldn’t tell. All he could feel was his heart dropping as the voices chanted at him to “ruin her”

Of course you, his pure sweet angel, would be a virgin. He once again crumbled under the idea that you had chosen him. How on earth could a person like you even think of being with a beast like him. Yet alone, giving up your virginity to him.

He hated how horribly turned on he was by the thought of taking it.

The voices had been relentless about it ever since. They were hyper focused on your every move, twisting every thought of his into something promiscuous. When you rolled out of bed in the morning and stretched, a small sigh escaping your lips, it was endless cries of “make her do that again” “you should fuck those moans out of her” “make her scream”

While making breakfast together in the morning, they wouldn’t stop telling him to “bend her over the counter” “take it right here”

Even at times where he was alone, the voices preoccupied him with endless thoughts of you. He was fairly certain they had forced him to imagine every possible way in which he could have you. “imagine fucking her against the wall” “you can be gentle for the first time y’know” “she’d feel so good writhing underneath us” “press her face into the mattress instead” “make her get on her knees and suck you off” “she’ll be such a pretty little slut for us”

He tried to take care of himself as often as he could, but it was becoming impossible to keep up with. There were only so many times a day he could jerk himself off alone behind locked doors. He was desperate, and sexually frustrated to say the least.

He felt disgusting for it.

After a week of this torment, he could barely even look at you yet alone touch you without the voices and his own guilt pounding against his skull. You couldn’t even think about broaching the subject again, because he was avoiding physical contact like the plague. He wouldn’t come to bed until he knew you were asleep, and would leave long before you woke.

As much as he tried to hide it, you could tell he was tired. Something was wrong, but you knew that he’d never just tell you about his problems unprompted. Techno was insufferably stubborn in that way. After several days of avoiding your gaze and leaning away from your touch, you chose to confront him.

“Techno”, you called for his attention quietly, trying to sound stern while remaining gentle with him. He didn’t turn to fully face you, but he glanced at the spot on the wall just above your head.

You struggled to find the words you wanted to say, so you settled on telling him, “Techno, you look tired.”

He turned his attention away from you. “Just a lot of work around the house this week. I’ll be fine after I rest.”

“Then come to bed with me.” You saw the way his body tensed and tilted away from you at that simple suggestion.

“I just need to write a couple letters first. You can go ahead of me.”

“Techno...”, you whined, daring to take a step closer to him. He gave you an almost panicked look, “why does it feel like you’ve been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been avoiding you”, he responded quickly, trying to look through you instead of at you.

“Yes you have”, you responded firmly. A flash of guilt washed over his face at your tone. “You haven’t kissed or touched me for nearly a week now. I don’t even know for sure if you sleep in the same bed as me anymore. Fuck, you barely even talk to me.”

Angry tears threatened to spill down your cheeks, but you wanted to hold them in. Techno felt his chest tighten at the sight of it. He instinctively turned and reached out to comfort you, but forced himself to freeze.

“There”, you said, gesturing towards him, “just like that. You’re stopping yourself. Why are you doing that?”

He repeatedly opened and closed his fists at his side, wanting to have any conversation other than this one.

“[y/n], there’s just a lot going on in my mind right now”, he said. It wasn’t a complete lie. “I just need to work though it.”

“Then let me help you.”

“No”, he responded a little too quickly, “I- I mean, I just don’t want to talk about it with you yet...”

“Why not?”, you retorted, trying to squeeze any information you could out of him.

“I just don’t, okay? It’s uncomfortable, I don’t want to talk about it yet.”

“... is this about me being a virgin?”

“I never said that”, he replied, but the tension in his shoulders was enough to tip you off.

“Ah geez Technoblade, if it was that much of a problem for ya, you should have just told me”, you said sarcastically, “instead of avoiding all physical contact for a like week straight!”

“It’s not a problem, [y/n].”

“Certainly doesn’t feel that way.”

Techno huffed in frustration, grabbing a fistful of his hair at the root. He wasn’t sure if he was more upset with himself, or the fact that a few of the voices were still begging him to “please fuck her already”

“Love, I wasn’t avoiding you because I didn’t want it. They”, he tapped a finger against the side of his skull, “they want it so badly. It’s driving me insane.”

He breathed in and out shakily, trying to gauge your expression in the brief moments before he continued.

“I’m a monster. I’ve spilt more blood than anyone every should in a single lifetime. My appearance is more beast than man.”

He looked up briefly to find you staring right at him, a tight-lipped frown upon your face.

“What does that have to do with any of this?”

“I- ... I don’t want to corrupt your innocence”, he admitted.

“What on earth do you mean by that?”

“[y/n], you’re so perfect”, he answered almost breathlessly, “you’re so kind and so pure. Just living with me does enough to taint your reputation, I don’t wanna-“

He cut himself off to swallow thickly. He almost seemed scared of the words he was going to say next.

“I don’t want to ruin this part of you either...”

A heavy silence filled the tiny sitting room of techno’s cottage. In those few seconds, your eyes widened ever so slightly as his words suddenly clicked in your mind. This hulking boar of a man, an undisputed war criminal, was scared. He was scared of damaging you, your reputation, or your recently revealed ‘innocence’. Compared to himself, he saw you as a pure being who could be tainted by unwholesome thoughts.

If what he said about the voices was true, then his actions of the past few days would’ve made sense for him.

“Oh techno...”, you muttered softly, tentatively placing a hand on his jaw. His posture was curled inward, making him look small despite his size. He was stiff at first, but allowed you to lift his gaze to meet yours. He searched your eyes desperately for an indication of your reaction. You gave him a reassuring smile.

“Do you remember when we first met?”

A small wave of confusion washed over his face, but he nodded anyways. “It was at the festival...”

“That’s right”, you said, moving the hand on his face down to rest over his shoulder, “and do you remember what I did that day?”

“You threw an axe into Schlatt’s shoulder”, he answered, watching as the scene played out in his memory.

You lived with Niki in her bakery at the time, and witnessed firsthand the injustice she faced during Schlatt’s presidency. As the chaos after Tubbo’s execution occurred, you took the opportunity to hurl your axe where Schlatt stood upon his podium. The blow wasn’t fatal, but that wasn’t necessarily your goal. You just wanted to see the man in pain.

“It was a lucky shot really”, you admitted, “I wasn’t even aiming properly.” That managed to draw a small smile onto Techno’s lips.

“And do you remember”, you continued, “when I tried to confront the Butcher Army by myself?”

He grimaced at the thought. You had told him you just needed to make a quick trip to L’manburg for some supplies, leaving him at home alone to recover from the previous day’s events. You returned that evening with a sprained wrist and a couple large bruises forming on your body. None of them were trying to kill you, but you took a pretty good beating from Quackity just for trying to confront them.

“Why are you bringing all of this up now?”, he asked.

“Because”, you said, “this is the evidence that will support my next point.”

He looked bewildered by that statement, but continued to listen.

“I’m not a perfect person”, you resumed, “I have blood on my hands just like you do. I know it’s hard to compare to you, but I’m not devoid of my own sins. I can be mean, I’ve hurt people. I’m not a pure, angelic being who would quiver at a single inappropriate thought. I think you forget that sometimes.”

He let your words swirl around in his head; he couldn’t deny the logic in them. The evidence prevented him from denying the truth of your statement. He could almost be mad that you’d talked him into a corner, but he was more overjoyed at the fact that you knew him well enough to do so.

“And you know...”, you spoke quietly, letting your hand fall down to rest on his chest, “if you did somehow ‘corrupt my innocence’ as you say... I really wouldn’t mind that.”

Techno’s breath hitched in his throat. There were a brief few moments, maybe minutes, where he just stared at you. Then his lips were on yours; sudden and clumsy, but passionate. You gripped the fabric of his shirt as he grabbed at your waist, desperate to have you in his arms again.

“I’m sorry, I had to”, he muttered, his lips left hovering a hair’s breadth away from yours.

“You’re so silly sometimes”, you sighed affectionately, rubbing small circles into his collarbone. He gave you a gentle smirk before pressing another kiss into your lips.

“I’m sorry darling, I really am”, he said as he drew you into a tight hug. He took in your scent and the feel of your skin for the first time in days. It felt like he could survive off the feeling of your arms wrapped around his body alone. He wondered why he ever let himself be depraved of this.

“You know I trust you, right?”, you spoke with your face pressed into his chest.

“I’m not sure why, but yes.”

You decided not to reprimand him for saying that. You could help him unpack all that later. Instead, you brought your head up to whisper in his ear.

“You have my full and unconditional consent to take my virginity whenever you’re ready.”

Techno inhaled and held his breath, though for what, he wasn’t sure. It took a while for the full weight of those words to sink in. He leaned back to stare at your face, bringing one of his large and shaky hands up to cup your cheek.

“Are you sure?”, his eyes were wide with trepidation, practically pleading with you to tell him the truth. You leaned into his palm, indulging in the feeling of his skin on yours.

“I want you, techno. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

Techno was lost in your words. The sudden absence of guilt left his heart light and airy in his chest. For the first time in days, the voices were only a gentle murmur.

“she’s so beautiful” “she wants you” “make her feel good” “show her how special she is” “make her smile” “she’ll be so pretty” “she’s always pretty” “be gentle, no need to rush”

“make love to her”

“... I think I’m ready now.”

───※ ·❆· ※───

ayyyy guess who finally finished writing something!!!

parts of this feel a little rushed but ehhhhhh i was just excited to finally post it. i looove writing techno as an extremely self-conscious character who’s too caught up in their own head to see how ridiculous they’re being. so, this was a treat for me to write

i hope you enjoyed :D

-moonlight

#c!techno #red:moon #mcyt x reader #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt smut #techno smut

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Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Summary: Sean invites one of his good friends - Y/N - to play with him and the group. She has a lot of fun with them, but at the same time is too oblivious, too nice, and too pure to notice that one particular Among Us player has taken a liking to her the moment he heard her voice...

Notes: Hello everyone! This is the very first time I’m publishing something bigger in here, I’m honestly still figuring out how Tumblr works, even though I’ve had this account for quite some time now 😅. That being said, please don’t expect anything super impressive. I tried my best though just so you know. 🥺

A/N- It didn’t turn out as I expected, but I really hope at least some of you find it enjoyable :(

Y/C/N - your channel name

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PURE [1]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix asked, as the number of players still showed just 7 of them. They could just start now, but the game would be way more fun with a full lobby.

“Yeah, Lily’s joining. I just texted her the code, so she should be here at any moment.” Sykkuno replied after receiving a text message from the said girl. “Oh, and Corpse also said he’d be joining soon.”

“Great. Anyone else?”

“I think Jack was also bringing someone, right?” Dave asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I have one coming, she’ll join us in a few” the asked man replied at the same moment Lily’s character appeared in the lobby.

“Who you’re bringing Jack?”

“Y/N” he said, causing Felix to gasp in shock and yell into his mic:

“How the fuck did you manage to convince her? I’ve been bugging her about this game for the past week and she always had some excuse!”

“What can I say, my charm is irresistible” Jack replied nonchalantly, causing everyone in the lobby to laugh at his fake deep voice.

The number of participants changed to 9, as a little black astronaut with horns on his helmet appeared in the lobby.

“Corpse, you’re here!” Rae’s character ran up to the man, circling him excitedly.

“Hey man!”

“What’s up, Corpse?”

“Hello everyone” his deep voice sounded out “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“All good man, we’re still waiting for one person.” Felix reassured him “Sean, why is she not here yet? Are you sure you’ve sent her the right code?”

“Of course I am!” he all but shouted at Felix “And about that, she just texted me to give her a few more minutes and that we should start without her.”

“We can just wait, right?” Lily offered, earning a few hums of approval from the others.

“I think it might take a little longer than a few minutes, she has some problems with her microphone.”

“Who are you guys talking about?” Corpse asked, completely unaware of who Jack was referring to.

“Wait, Jack, you mean Y/N from Y/C/N?” Sykkuno asked suddenly, only then realizing why this name sounded familiar

“Yeah, the one and only” Jack replied, a smile evident in his voice.

“Oh my god, I love her videos!” Rae exclaimed at that “She’s so funny and sweet!”

“Yeah! Her new video is so freaking cute, I wish she’d upload more often.” Poki agreed.

“Right?” Jack said, clearly very proud of his friend. “But don’t let that sweet demeanor fool you guys cause she’s one of the best players I’ve encountered in this game.”

“That’s true, she’s a secret big brain genius” Toast confirmed, making Pewdiepie gasp once again.

“wHAT??YOU TWO PLAYED WITH HER?!” Felix’s offended voice boomed through everyone’s headphones “HOW DARE YOU. HOW COULD YOU NOT INVITE ME?!”

“That’s for not inviting me to your latest Cringe episode!” Jack was quick to respond, making others in the lobby laugh at their mini fight.

“Oh, so that’s where I recognized her from!” Sykkuno nearly shouted when he finally put two and two together. “I can’t wait to meet her, she seems like a really nice person.”

“She is! When she got impostor for the first time she refused to kill me” Toast explained, earning himself a couple of Aww’s from his friends. “So we just ran around the emergency button until I called the meeting and voted her off.”

“Yeah, only to be her first victim in the next game.” Jack all but giggled, clearly very amused at the memory of Y/N going into a full berserk mode. No one except for him and Toast knew how good she really was at this game...

“She’s basically the wolf in sheep’s skin” Felix concluded with a chuckle “Very soft wolf, however.”

“She’s like the complete opposite of Corpse, both in voice and personality” Jack suddenly said, making Felix laugh wholeheartedly at something only two of them understood at the moment.

“I don’t know how should I take that” Corpse admitted with a chuckle. He remained silent for most of the conversation since he didn’t really know who the guys were talking about. But he would lie if he said he wasn’t intrigued by this girl at least in the slightest. Although he heard about her channel, he hasn’t seen any of her videos, so he didn’t really know what to expect. But hearing what gamers like Sean and Felix said about her, he knew he’s not gonna be disappointed once the girl joins them in the game.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N talking.” Felix said suddenly with a seemingly very amused voice.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N both being Impostors” Toast said, which resulted in many of them shouting over each other at how crazy that would be.

“Alright, now that you mention this I start fearing the moment two of them meet” Jack confessed with loud laughter following the sentence. Corpse chuckled deeply under his breath, at the same time glancing at the questions his audience was asking him in his stream. He could hardly read any, as there were quite a lot of people asking, so all he saw was just a bunch of comments moving at the speed of light in his chat. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he was slightly nervous, seeing the growing number of people watching his stream. It was still a rather new thing to him, and he feared he'd say something inappropriate, or just make a complete idiot out of himself.

"At least no one can see me..." he mumbled under his breath after muting his microphone.

"Oh! Y/N just texted me! She's joining the call right now!"

"Fuck yeah!" Felix shouted excitedly "Just so you know Jack, I won't forget that you two played without me."

"Uh-oh. Is that a threat? Are you threatening me now?"

"It's a warning" Felix replied, receiving a series of gasps from other players. "If I get impostor, you're the first one on my list."

"Okay, everyone heard that! You know who to vote off when I'm dead!"

"It's so cool to play with someone new, I wonder if she's as good as you guys depict her" Sykkuno spoke up, but before anyone could answer his question, a new character popped up in the lobby.

***

"Hi everyone! I’m sorry I left you just like that, but this stream would be completely useless without me being able to answer your questions. Fortunately it wasn’t anything serious, I just had to readjust my mic and go through the settings to find what was wrong. Took some time, but here I am now!” Y/N chirped into her microphone, smiling apologetically at her webcam. At the moments like this, she really appreciated how supportive her audience was. No one was hating on her when she had to get off the stream for a couple of minutes, and everyone was just so understanding that it made her heart melt. Perhaps her audience wasn’t very big, but it felt almost like a second family to her.

“Anyway, as you already know from my twitter, today I’ll be playing Among Us with my friends and their friends! I can’t wait if I’m being honest, last time I played this game was so much fun, and there was only a few of us.” she admitted with a genuine smile on her face. “Let’s just text Sean now so we can get into the lobby...”

Y/N: Ready to play with you guys ^^

Jackaboy: Great! You got that mic fixed already?

Y/N: Yes, everything is fine. I’m sorry you had to wait so long.

Jackaboy: It’s all good kiddo, no worries. I’ll call you and send you the code in a sec.

Y/N: Perfect, thank you Sean :)

Jackaboy: Btw, everyone can’t wait to meet you ;-)Y/N stared at the screen for a moment, only now, seconds before joining the group, realizing how nervous she felt. From Sean’s tweets she saw earlier, she figured that the lobby was right now full of many famous streamers, those she wouldn’t even compare herself to. It’s not that she thought of herself very low, but... being among such youtube celebrities like them made her panic a little bit. She didn’t want to look like a complete fool amongst them.

Playing or recording with Sean and Felix was something else because she knew those guys for years (and yet still sometimes found herself thinking how lucky she got to be able to call them her friends). She felt good in their company, not worrying about choosing the right words. But amongst the rest of the players, she knew only Toast and talked with Rae maybe once in her life...

What if the rest won’t like her?

Y/N cleared her throat, realizing that she was still staring at her phone like hypnotized and her audience was already asking her what’s going on. She quickly typed in the code Sean had texted her and readjusted her headphones, before joining the discord chat.

“THERE SHE IS” screamed Sean, making her grin from ear to ear, hearing how excited he was “Little wonderchild!”

“I think you meant little TRAITOR” Felix corrected him with a scoff. A silence settled in the lobby as everyone was waiting for Y/N to speak up.

“Um... hello everyone..” she said softly, almost inaudibly, a sudden wave of shyness taking over her. “I’m Y/N”

“Oh, you were right about that Corpse thing!” replied another, also very soft and very sweet voice, and Y/N saw the image of someone named Lily pop up. “It’s like the exact opposite!”

“See? Told ya. Everyone, meet Y/N/N, the little angel from Y/C/N.”

“Hey Y/N!”

“Hi there!”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“H-Hi, so great to meet you, Y/N!” a very friendly sounding voice said, and a little lime astronaut with the name Sykkuno above it started running around her. “Can’t wait to play with you!”

“That’s so nice, thank you” she replied with a wide smile on her face, moving around his character as well. “I can’t wait to play with you too, actually with all you guys. It’s so great to be here with you.”

“Jack I swear she’s the cutest little thing I’ve ever heard. Where the hell did you find her?!” Poki all but yelled at the man, making Y/N giggle to herself and in-process loosen up a little bit. They all seemed like someone she’d happily be friends with.

“Or rather, where do you get one?” someone else commented, making them all burst into laughter, Y/N included.

“Guys, what did I say about that sweet demeanor...” Jack said after calming down from his fit “Don’t put your guard down just because she sounds like that!”

“Wait- what did you tell them about me?” Y/N asked confused, the tone of her voice making him laugh even more “Jack!”

“Don’t worry, only the good stuff” a very deep, low voice spoke up, leaving her taken aback for a moment. Her eyes widened slightly and she glanced at the name of that person, reading out CORPSE. Now that’s something she didn’t expect...

“Corpse, mind your manners! You didn’t even introduce yourself!”

“Oh, shit- yeah, sorry. Um, I’m Corpse, it’s very nice to meet you Y/N” he replied right after, making her lip corners curl up into a smile.

“Nice to meet you too Corpse, you have a really pleasant voice.” she spoke sweetly, completely unaware of the chaos that was taking place in her stream chat. She didn’t even think of it the way her audience did, she just simply spoke up her mind, and being an incredibly nice person - turned it into a compliment.

“Oh- wow. I mean, thank you so much. I love your voice too, it’s really sweet” he replied, nervously chuckling at the end, before muting his mic. It was, however, enough for Felix and Sean to start teasing him, as the two immediately screamed:

“SIIIMP!!!”

“It’s the voice Felix, I told you he’d fall into her trap!”

“Wait- he was just being nice, guys! Stop making fun of him” Y/N immediately defended the man, trying to speak up over the hysterical laughter of the other players.

“Oh my god, but what if they both get impostors and they both pull the voice cards on us?!” Rae managed to yell through all the noise, making Y/N even more confused.

“Wait, what? What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry Y/N, that’s how I feel all the time around them.” Sykkuno seemed to be the only one who heard her question, as the rest continued their gabbing without giving her as much as a glance.

“Alright, let’s start the game maybe. I might have a few old scores to settle” Toast cleared his throat theatrically, his astronaut coming face to face with Y/N’s.

“Oh, you mean me? I thought I already apologized!” she replied frantically. “You gave me no choice Toast, I didn’t even want to kill you in the first place...”

“BUT YOU DID. IN THE VERY FIRST ROUND”

“I’m sorry!”

“Alright, enough! Toast, just don’t kill her right away, okay? Let her run around the map, fearing for her life for a moment.” Y/N gasped upon hearing Jack’s words, clearly sensing the smirk behind his voice.

“Wha- Jack?! Since when are you against me?!”

“Don’t worry Y/N, I won’t let them hurt you. You haven’t played with us yet, I’ll protect you.”

“Oh, thank you so much Sykkuno! I’ll protect you too!”

“Great. Another one simping...” was Felix’s last words, before the game began.

Y/N sighed in relief upon seeing the word crewmate forming on her screen, but at the same time feared Toast’s inevitable revenge. She thought they'd already buried the hatchet, but it seemed that he was desperate to make her pay for the last time they played together.

“Aw, Sykkuno was serious” she mumbled with a smile, when his lime astronaut started circling her white one, so she would follow him. “Okay, let’s do some tasks.”

They both made their way towards the medbay, Sykkuno patiently waiting nearby as she did the scan, then Y/N waiting for him to do the same. The moment his little character stepped towards her, a meeting was called by none other than Felix.

“What happened?” Rae asked.

“I called the meeting because I’m afraid of Jack” he responded, causing everyone to laugh. “Seriously though! Dude’s been following me around the whole time.”

“I was just making sure nobody kills you.”

“Yeah don’t go all Sykkuno on me!” Felix screamed, making the call erupt into even more laughter.

“Alright, are we skipping?”

“Yeah.”

“Guys, my life is in danger!” Felix wouldn’t give up. “Come on, show some support! Y/N? You played with him, you know his techniques!”

“Sorry Felix” Y/N giggled, clicking the skip button.

When the next round began, Sykkuno was quick to join Y/N on her way towards admin, where they both found Poki doing the upload. They did the card swipe and left her there, when the lights suddenly went off.

“Uh-oh. Let’s head the opposite direction, Sykkuno” the girl murmured, dancing around his character and heading towards Comms instead of going to Electrical. It was the easiest way to die, after all.

Once they entered the room and waited for someone to fix the lights, Y/N could see another figure appear in the same location. She couldn’t recognize whose character it was, but upon seeing the horns on the helmet she smiled to herself.

“Hey there, Corpse” she said, walking up to the black astronaut, who was standing still in the same place as if he was just watching her and Sykkuno run around Comms instead of doing their tasks.

They stood like that for a couple of seconds until Corpse turned around and ran away, and that’s when the first body was reported.

“Oh no, Jack!”

“Poor guy. He’s gonna haunt us now.”

“Where’s the body?”

“Navigation” replied Rae, who was the one to find Sean’s green astronauts’ body “Didn’t see anyone around, but I’m pretty sure someone just vented right in front of my eyes...”

“Any suspicions?” Toast asked.

“Um, not really sure, it was the exact same moment the lights went off. I was doing tasks with Jack and then he just died. I only saw the vent close, nothing or no one else.”

“Okay, where are you guys right now?”

“I’m in admin with Dave, we only passed Poki when we got there.” Lily’s voice sounded out, quickly being joined by Poki’s explanation.

“Yeah, I was finishing the upload when you guys came in, Y/N and Sykkuno saw it”

“Did you see her?” Toast asked, addressing his question towards the white and lime astronauts.

“Yes, we were doing the card swipe before going to Comms. Corpse joined us for a moment and then left.”

“Yeah, I was on my way to fix the lights when I stumbled upon them in Comms, the body was reported the exact moment I left.”

“Can someone confirm this? I mean, did someone see you besides the two of them?” Toast continued his questioning.

“I think I only saw Felix in Medbay.”

“Hmm, so no one really knows where you were this whole time. You could easily lure Jack into Navigation and kill him there. Is that what you did, Corpse?”

“Woah, that’s some serious accusation” Corpse replied in his usual, low and calm voice. “Where were you Toast? You seem the only one who still doesn’t have an alibi”

“Neither does Felix.” Y/N spoke innocently, and the mentioned man quickly started his explanation.

“Okay, I was with Jack at the beginning but he clearly can’t confirm this since someone snapped his fucking neck. We’ve split up in O2 after doing our tasks and then he must’ve gone with Rae. I just wandered around the map, escaping from the death.”

“Hmm, so not only were you one of the last people to see him alive, but you also admit to not doing your tasks” Y/N said, trying her best to keep her voice steady and stop herself from laughing. She was sure Sykkuno was doing the same thing, they both refused to do any tasks after the lights went off, after all.

“Yeah, but does that already makes me an Imposter? I’m just scared for my life, that’s all.”

“Y/N has some good logic, but I’m not really sure it’s Pewds. I mean, I saw him in Medbay and he really seemed to be just jogging around.” Corpse said, his voice almost immediately doing its magic, as people more or less willingly agreed to skip this round as well.

“I think it’s Felix. I mean, I haven’t played with him yet, but I have this feeling that he’s just acting.” Y/N said to her chat after muting herself. She went towards Weapons to do another task, seeing Sykkuno’s little character follow her once again, but the doors were suddenly locked and his lime astronaut remained in Cafeteria. “Oh no, Sykkuno” she sighed with a pout on her face, deciding against waiting for him and risking getting her neck snapped. She finished her task in Weapons and moved towards another location, when suddenly Corpse appeared in front of her, coming right out of nowhere.

“Oh- Corpse, you scared me to death” Y/N breathed a laugh, watching as his character stood still for a couple of seconds, before circling around her white astronaut. Y/N nodded her head with a smile, even though he couldn’t see her, and followed him in Shields, where they found Poki’s dead body.

“The body is in Shields” Y/N replied right after reporting the body, only to gasp in shock when she realized more than one person was killed. Red crosses decorated not only Poki’s name but were also visible next to Dave and Lily.

“What the hell?!” Felix all but yelled into his mic, obviously shocked just like everyone else who was still alive.

“Now that’s... a lot of bodies” Sykkuno mumbled under his breath.

“Alright, who’s in Shields? Y/N, you said you found the body there, which one?”

“Poki’s, Corpse was there with me” her reply was followed by his short and low hum.

“Sykkuno, where are you? I didn’t see you anywhere since the last round.” Felix asked, clearly accusing the lime astronaut of being a murderer.

“I was... doing the wires in electrical, Toast was there for a moment as well.”

“Yeah but I was only searching for the body, so I saw you maybe for a second” Toast replied, building even more suspicions around Sykkuno.

“But- guys, you know I wouldn’t kill two people in one round, let alone four of them.”

“No one says you did that, I only mentioned that you were nowhere to be seen. You could’ve been sabotaging the map for the other Impostor” Felix said nonchalantly.

“Guys, I-”

“It’s him! It must be him!” Rae shouted through her mic.

“Sykkuno is 100% innocent, I can vouch for him” Y/N’s voice sounded out in everyone’s headphones “We were together since the start of the game and he didn’t kill me, even though he had quite a number of chances to do so.”

“Weren’t you with Corpse this time?” Felix asked suspiciously.

“I was! But at the beginning, I was with Sykkuno, until someone locked him in Cafeteria. That’s when we split up.”

“And you haven’t seen him ever since?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Then I can assure you it was only a matter of time before he’d stab you in the back” Toast concluded, making Sykkuno gasp in confusion.

“Wha- No, I would never do that! Y/N is our guest, I was just making sure she was okay!”

“Sykkuno, simping won’t save your life right now”

“Wha- I- Guys!” he tried to stutter out some logical explanation “Y/N, don’t believe them!”

“I don’t, I know you’re innocent! C’mon guys, he wouldn’t do it!”

“Yeah yeah, let’s kick him out. Corpse, who are you voting?” Toast asked, and Y/N could see the I voted sign next to his character.

“I kinda feel like Felix tries to shift the blame onto Sykkuno. He didn’t even tell his location, and was already throwing accusations on someone else.” Corpse replied after a moment, making the smile widen on Y/N’s face. Someone was finally on her side!

“That’s because he can’t even explain himself!” Felix exclaimed, voting as well.

“Besides, I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for whoever locked that door, Y/N would be dead as well!”

“No, I told you I-!”

“Guys, we have ten seconds to vote. Rae?”

“I think it’s him as well. He was acting suspiciously since we started this round. I vote Sykkuno”

“But..!”

“No, Sykkuno...” Y/N whispered with a pout on her lips, when she saw the number of people who voted for her lime friend.

Sykkuno was ejected.

“Alright, I’m pretty sure it’s Felix. I saw Rae multiple times and she didn’t kill me, Toast also doesn’t act very Impostor like, but maybe that’s just one of his strategies... Corpse is with me again, I don’t think that’s him, I mean, he followed me around last round, but still didn’t do anything, and even vouched for me and Sykkuno when we were both clearly chilling in comms. It can’t be him... right?”

Dead body reported.

“I just saw Corpse kill Toast, then vent!” Rae’s voice blared through Y/N’s headphones, as she looked in shock at the red cross next to Toast’s name. If not him, then..?

“What?” the accused man asked calmly “That’s a self-report, she’s trying to frame me. You guys can’t possibly believe her.”

“I believe her. I saw you enter the Electrical with Toast, then he’s suddenly dead” Felix said.

“That’s because she vented in there and killed him.”

“No! I swear, Y/N/N you have to believe me!” she directed her words towards the girl who remained silent during their discussion, processing her accusations over and over in her head. “I was fixing the wires, Toast was doing another task, and then boom! I see Corpse snapping his neck!”

“How could you see that if the lights were off?” Y/N suddenly asked, making Rae cut her own sentence off “No one went to fix them, they were off the entire round.”

Silence.

“It’s Rae, it must be her” Corpse couldn’t help but laugh wholeheartedly at how small was the mistake which completely blew Rae’s cover. “We’re voting Rae, right Y/N?”

“No! Guys, I mean, let me explain, I-!”

Rae was ejected.

“Now that was something I didn’t expect. I would’ve never thought it was her, I even suspected that Sykkuno might really have been the other Impostor, but now... It’s just me, Corpse, and Felix. I’m clear, clearly, so it must be one of them. And since Corpse protected me for the past few rounds, there’s no other option than...”

Her eyes suddenly widened when the realization hit her, and she quickly turned around to speed towards the emergency button. Fortunately, no one was around to stop her from calling the meeting.

“Felix.” Y/N started, trying to contain her excitement and sound seriously “Where were you when Sean was killed?”

Neither Corpse of Felix said a word, as it was probably the last question they expected her to ask. Felix cleared his throat, however, and finally replied:

“Y/N, that was literally the beginning of a game. How am I supposed to remember what I did then?”

“Well” she said nonchalantly “I, for example, clearly remember the things you said even when we were in the lobby.”

“What are you implying?”

“Wasn’t it you, who told everyone that Sean was your number one if you get Impostor?” she asked with a wicked smile on her face. Felix was dumbfounded, he obviously didn’t expect her to pull that card on him, hell, he didn’t even know how she knew about it since she wasn’t even in the call at the time.

“FELIX” Corpse suddenly broke the silence, simultaneously breaking the said man from his train of thoughts.

“Okay, first of all- YOU WEREN’T EVEN IN THE CALL WHEN I SAID THAT” he yelled through his mic, making both Y/N and Corpse laugh, as it only confirmed their suspicions.

“See? You only proved my point.”

“Oh, fuck’s sake- I was just joking okay?!” he tried to defend himself, but hearing how he couldn’t even contain his own laughter anymore, it was clear he already accepted the defeat. “It wasn’t serious, god damn it!”

“You know what to do, Y/N” Corpse’s voice asked through her headphones, and surely, she knew exactly what to do.

“C’mon Y/N, that’s not fair! At least let me explain myself!”

“Bye Felix” she said in an overly dramatic tone before Corpse voted as well.

Soon enough, the sign VICTORY could be seen on her screen, which made her squeak and joy. This game was really fun, even though she was so scared of being killed first.

“I knew it! I knew you would figure out it’s him! That son of a bitch who murdered me!” Jack basically yelled out, clearly very happy about the result.

“Y/N, seriously now, how did you know I’ve said that?” Felix asked without even hiding his surprised tone.

“Let’s just say I might’ve stolen some of your viewers, Felix” she admitted, winking at her webcam, a new wave of comments landing on her chat. “Thanks guys!”

“Okay, that is rude and not fair!”

“It helped me win, so I’ve got nothing else to say” Y/N grinned from ear to ear, before muting herself for a moment to finally answer some of the questions from her chat, while the rest took a quick break to eat something or go to the bathroom.

She was halfway through telling the story of how she met Sean when she noticed she got a message from a private discord chat.

CORPSE: That was really impressive :)

Y/N smiled to herself upon seeing his text and quickly typed out the answer.

Y/N: Thanks!! I wouldn’t have done that without you though, you stood up for me and Sykkuno and all

Y/N: Also, thanks for protecting me from being murdered ^^

CORPSE: No problem, I knew you were innocent right away.

CORPSE: Anyway, good game, Sean was right saying that you’re one of the best players

She couldn’t help the blush that arose on her cheeks, it was very sweet of him to say that, even though she didn’t actually do much except for exposing Felix.

Y/N: I wasn’t an Impostor though, so you didn’t really see much :)

She watched the three dots beside his name, that signaled he was still texting. The chat was completely forgotten, but people seemed to quickly notice that small, shy smile on her lips, and the pink tint decoring her cheeks.

CORPSE: Okay, now I’m intrigued...

Y/N: Maybe we’ll both be Impostors one day ^^

CORPSE: Can’t wait for that to happen.

Soon enough, they returned to the lobby to begin another game. Y/N glanced at her chat for a second, and the moment she returned her eyes to the game, her jaw basically dropped.

IMPOSTOR was written in bold letters in the middle of the red screen, right above her name.

Corpse’s little character was standing beside her.

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