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tobysbliss · 2 years ago

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family

summary: nothing, just c!sbi

we pretend the lore didnt happen here

c switch!tommy(he/xey/they), switch!revivedbur(he/they), c switch!technoblade(he/him/they) c switch!philza(he/him)

strictly platonic THEY ARE FAMILY. SHIPPERS & N$FW DNI

word count: 4,034

this is my first time writing a fic including techno since june 14 2022

this is ALSO my LONGEST fic ive ever written! After 5 months it is FINALLY HERE🥲

THIS IS THE C! CHARACTERS!! except it isnt really lore based

c!sbi my beloved

Phil could, for the first time in what felt like forever, say he felt at peace.

All three of his children —technically, only one was actually his son, but he treats them all as such— were in the other room, and Phil could vaguely hear what was going on as the door was cracked open. He could hear them messing around and laughing like they were kids again. Phil had been so stressed lately, but his family being together again had wiped it away. There was a small smile on his face, he hadn’t even noticed.

It was a very loud shriek that broke the avian from his thoughts. He quickly rushed to the room, swinging the door open with a look of panic. It was quickly switched with relief as he realized what was happening.

Wilbur had Tommy trapped in his lap, the blonde squirming and kicking relentlessly as his older brother scribbled all over his stomach while Techno gently squeezed up and down his thighs. “GUHUHUYS!”

Phil stood in the doorway, waiting to see if he’d have to step in or if any of them would notice he was there. He watched as the youngest tried, and failed, to push away the hands of his brothers through his pleas.

“Something wrong, Toms?” Wilbur smirked, switching to pinching up and down Tommy’s sides.

“Yeah, you’re laughing an awful lot. Did we say something funny?” Techno’s smirk matched Wilbur’s.

“YOHOU’RE TIHIHICKLING MEHE!” The blonde went limp in Wilbur’s lap, then realizing Phil was in the doorway. “PHIHIL, HEHEHELP!”

And there was his cue. He stepped into the room, spreading his wings to get the attention of the twins. It worked. They both ceased the tickling, looking up at Phil. Tommy just curled up and hid his bright red face behind his hands.

“Oh, hey Phil!” Wilbur grinned innocently, elbowing Techno in the ribs as a silent way of saying to do the same. Which he did, after flinching with a muffled “ow.” He slightly waved to Phil.

“Hello Wilbur, hey Techno,” Phil crossed his arms, looking down at his sons.

“Mind explaining this?” The avian gestured to Tommy, who was still curled in a ball and giggling —assumingly from the ghost tickles.

“Hm? Oh, we were just messin’ with our little brother, ‘s all,” Techno smiled, bringing one hand to prod Tommy’s side which caused xem to flinch and giggle even more.

“Yohou tried to kihihill mehe!” Tommy whined, getting up and speed-walking to stand next to Phil, who wrapped his non-damaged wing around the teen.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Tommy! Besides, we all know you like being tickled anyway.” Wilbur’s innocent smile turned into a smirk when the younger blonde’s face went bright pink. Xey opened their mouth to protest, but they couldn’t seem to find words to say so he just shut his mouth.

“Well, they’re not wrong on that one, mate.” Phil smiled, bringing up his wing to brush along the back of Tommy’s neck for a second. Xey ducked away and went back to sit in between Techno and Wilbur, light giggles pouring from their lips.

“You aren’t exactly safe here, either, Tommy,” Techno spoke flatly, but he had a smirk on his face as he gently spidered across Tommy’s stomach, emitting a squeal from the younger.

“Why ahaham ihi always the taharget!?” He whined, scooting closer to Wilbur and curling in on himself. It took everything in Wilbur’s power to not coo out loud.

“Probably because of how ticklish you are,” Wilbur stated like it was an entirely normal sentence. Tommy sat up straight and immediately started yelling.

“Everyone in this fucking house is ticklish, not just me!” Tommy exclaimed, exaggerating xeir statement by talking with their hands. Phil shrugged, silently saying “fair.” Techno, however, gave a look of disagreement.

“Everyone?” Techno repeated. “I’m not. I don’t even react to it.” Tommy tilted his head like a confused dog.

“Bullshit! Look!” Tommy sprung up and tackled Techno down. The pinkette immediately started fighting back, the two of them rolling on the ground trying to get the upper hand while Wilbur and Phil watched. It ended with Tommy keeping Techno pinned down, holding his wrists away so he couldn’t fight back.

“Tommy, don’t evEN-“ Techno cut himself off, pursing his lips and squirming as Tommy clawed at his upper ribs through his shirt, the fabric doing absolutely nothing for protection. Tommy had a wide grin, Techno’s struggling being very evident.

“Laugh for me, Techno!” Tommy yelled before ducking xeir head down and blowing a raspberry on Techno’s neck. That broke the damn, high pitched huffs of laughter emitting from the pinkette below the teen.

“Tohohohommy! Gehet awahahay!” Techno pressed his arms down more, trying to scrunch up his shoulders but failing with Tommy’s head in the way.

“You really walked right into that one, mate,” Phil commented with a small chuckle, Wilbur giggling at the scene next to him. He snuck a few pokes to Techno’s side every now and then to see him jolt and complain, “Wihilbur!”

Techno free’d his hands, pushed Tommy off and scooting to sit 5 feet away. “That wahas not necessary.”

“It was very necessary, in my humble opinion,” Wilbur grinned and brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around themself. “Seeing the big, tough Technoblade get taken down so easily by tickling will always be amusing.”

“Big talk for someone who screams from a mere poke to their ribs,” Phil piped up, walking over and kneeling next to Wilbur to poke at his upper ribs— to which Wilbur, well, screamed at.

“PHIL! Fuhuck off!” Wilbur backed away, moving closer to Tommy and “hiding” behind xem.

“You think I’ll protect you?” Tommy turned to look at Wilbur. “Hell no! It’s your turn, dickhead!” Tommy quickly turned around and pushed Wilbur down, easily pinning them and digging xeir fingers into his ribs. Wilbur shrieked, grabbing onto Tommy’s wrists and trying to push them away.

“TOHOHOMMY, NOHO!” Wilbur threw his head back, their body jolting when he felt a hand start squeezing at his side. It was Phil.

“I think it’s time you’ve had a turn, yeah? Come on, mate. You were just making fun of Techno for how ticklish he is, but I’d say you’re even worse.” Phil spoke casually, bringing his hand down to pinch and drill his thumb just barely above Wilbur’s hip bone. Wilbur screamed louder than any of the other three boys had ever heard, and again when they felt another hand scribbling under one of his knees.

“NOHOHO! NOHOT AHAHALL OF YOHOHOHOU!” Wilbur covered his face with his hands, trying to hide the growing red hue that spread quickly across his face and muffle their laughter at the same time. “PLEHEHEASE!”

“Aw, Wil, you’ve gone all red!” Tommy exclaimed, which made Wilbur’s face become an even darker red. Xey snuck a hand under Wilbur’s shirt, and lightly traced the scar on the brunette’s stomach. Wilbur squealed, grabbing onto Tommy’s arm and actually getting them to stop. The blonde slightly jumped, suprised that Wilbur actually got him to stop. At the pause, Wilbur quickly turned the tables on Tommy and got xem on the ground. The two started wrestling, both of them fighting for the upper hand as Phil and Techno now watched.

“I’ll bet a stack of emeralds Tommy loses,” Phil muttered. Techno turned to look at the older.

“Deal.”

The two watched as Wilbur and Tommy wrestled, both very dead set on getting the upper hand. It ended with Tommy being pinned down, followed by shrieks of laughter as Wilbur started scribbling all over xeir stomach.

“NOHOHO!” Tommy grabbed Wilbur’s wrists as he threw his head back. “PHIHIHIL! TEHECHNO! HEHEHELP!”

The two men in question looked at each other, back at the scene in front of them, and each other again. They gave each other a look that said “Oh, we’ll help alright.” And then, they both waited a second before pouncing. Techno tackled Wilbur, and Phil went for Tommy. This is not what exactly Tommy had in mind when xey called for help, but at least Wilbur was getting what he deserved at the same time.

Wilbur was caught entirely off guard, landing on the ground next to Tommy with a yelp. “Techno-!? What the fuhuck are you dohoing?”

Techno quickly pinned Wilbur’s hand’s under his knees, but he was careful enough not to hurt them. Techno didn’t speak a word, yet. Phil did the same to Tommy.

“Well, Tommy asked for help. So we’re helping,” Techno deadpanned with a small smirk before vibrating his fingers just above Wilbur’s hip bones, getting a loud shriek out of the brunette.

“I meant both of you go for WilbuhUHUHUR— PHIHIL!” Tommy shrieked at near the same pitch as Wilbur once Phil snuck a hand under Tommy’s shirt, started spidering all over xeir stomach and brushing his wings up and down their sides.

“TEHEHECHNOHO! FUHUCK OHOHOFF, MAHAN!” Wilbur pulled for his hands to be free, but they were weakened from the tickles, therefore failed inevitably.

Techno pretended to think for a moment, as if considering the “request.” “Hmm.. Nah, I think I’ll pass. This is quite adorable, to be honest. Might do continue for a while.”

Wilbur felt the heat rise to his face, he swore it had gone bright pink just then. He whined in embarrassment through his loud laughter.

Tommy was stuck in his own tickly heaven hell. Phil had his wings targeting their neck and ears, which alone would make him melt and giggle away. But Phil also had a finger dipped and wiggling around in Tommy’s navel, the other fingers digging and scritching around it, and his other hand scribbling and squeezing xeir hips. It was torture. Did they love it? Yes. Was he still gonna call it torture? Also yes.

“THIHIHIS IS TOHOHOHORTUHURE!” Tommy tried to free xeir hands, he really did try. But he was weak from the tickles and how hard he was laughing, so he made no progress in freeing them.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, Toms~!” Phil grinned, bringing a hand to pinch at his ribs for a few seconds before returning to their hips. Tommy’s face was the same shade of pink as Wilbur’s.

Wilbur struggled through shrieks of laughter, trying to free his hands. Techno laughed at him, but then Wilbur actually free’d his hands. They immediately grabbed Techno’s forearms, pushing him off and pinning him down. Well fuck.

“YEHEHES, WIHIHIL! GEHET HIHIHIM- AAHAHAH!” Tommy shouted, shrieking as Phil blew a raspberry directly on xeir navel.

“Let’s see how you like it!” Wilbur exclaimed, vibrating his fingers in the gaps between Techno’s upper ribs.

“WihihIHILBUhur!” Techno whined through laughter. Now, Techno wasn’t insanely ticklish— the least ticklish one out of SBI. But it was still pretty bad, to him.

“TechnoOooO!” Wilbur mimicked, giggling to himself as he suddenly shot his hands to Techno’s underarms, drilling into the hollows to elicit a small scream, small snorts following after.

“That will never get old,” Phil commented, smiling as he noticed Techno’s ears go red. Then he got an idea. “Say, Tommy, do you snort like that?”

He knew the answer; yes. But he wanted to torture the kid.

“NOHOHO!” Tommy lied, trying to get Phil off of xem before he could do anything. Phil raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Alright, so I’ll go ahead and just—“ Phil cut himself off as he wiggled a finger in Tommy’s navel, causing the younger to squeal as snorts peppered through his laughter. Phil grinned, “Jesus, you and Techno really are brothers, aren’t you? So cute, honestly.”

“Shuhuhut uhup, Phihihil!” Techno thrashed around, desperate to get Wilbur off. But now he was more determined— to get Phil for that ‘cute’ comment. He’s Technoblade! He isn’t cute, he’s intimidating! Scary! Mean! Not cute!

“Christ, Techno, I thought you were a pig, not a buhull.” Wilbur laughed, struggling to keep the pinkette pinned down.

Techno reached over, squeezing Phil’s side which caused the eldest to fall off of Tommy out of surprise, giving xem a break.

“Gotcha!” Techno grinned, pushing Wilbur away and tackling Phil before he could escape. “Laugh for the laugh god, old man!” Techno exclaimed before digging his fingers into Phil’s stomach, scribbling and pinching around the spot and smirking as the man fell into a fit of high pitched laughter. Tommy snickered at the sight before him.

“Yeah, how do you like it, bitch!” Tommy exclaimed, leaning over to poke Phil’s side, but xey were pulled back before they could do anything. Damnit.

“Isn’t this nice, Toms? Those two are busy, now I can get some quality time with my little brother!” Wilbur exclaimed over Phil’s cackles before tasering the younger blonde’s sides.

“WIHILBUR! Nohoho!” Tommy attempted to squirm out of Wilbur’s grasp, but was quickly weakened as the brunette blew a raspberry on the back of xeir neck.

“Why not? Does it tickle too much? I’ve barely done anything,” Wilbur teased, sneaking a hand under Tommy’s shirt to scribble at his bare stomach, relishing in the squeal that emitted from his brother.

Phil was having his own “problem” with Techno, desperate to escape this tickly heaven hell, but Techno was stronger than the man and so he was trapped. “TEHEHECHNOHO!”

“Yeah? What’s up old man? Something botherin’ you?” Techno’s voice was monotone as always, but there was a slight tease to his tone as he vibrated his fingers between the gaps of Phil’s ribs.

“YOU KNOHOW WHAHAHAT’S WROHOHONG!” Phil cackled, slight wheezes escaping from how much he’d been laughing.

“Do I?” The pinkette smirked, leaning down to blow a raspberry on Phil’s neck, eliciting a squeal.

“Wihihil! Lehet mehe gohoho!” Tommy whined through giggles as Wilbur traced shapes into the sides of xeir stomach.

“I’m hardly doing anything,” Wilbur chuckled, “But I can do worse. I think I will, actually!” Without warning, Wilbur blew a raspberry onto Tommy’s neck and dug his fingers into xeir stomach, scribbling and spidering around the sensitive skin. Tommy screamed.

“WIHIHIHIL! NOHOHO THIHIS ISN’T FAHAHAIR!” Tommy squirmed, trying to wiggle their way out of Wilbur’s hold, but it was no use. Wilbur was far stronger than xey were, especially right now.

“Are you trying to escape from me?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so, giggles. You’re trapped in my tickly, tickly grasp~!” Tommy’s voice went bright red, the brunette’s teasing tone was insanely flustering.

Wilbur rested his chin on Tommy’s shoulder, blowing air on the blonde’s ear before whispering, “Tickletickletickle!” Tommy’s ears flushed the same shade of red their face had, letting out a whine at the tease.

Tommy’s arms were trapped, but they could somewhat reach behind him. And he did, latching onto where Wilbur’s back meets their sides, and lightly squeezed the spot as much as he could. Wilbur let go of Tommy to remove xeir hands, and Tommy fell forward. “TOHOMMY!”

Wilbur looked up at Tommy, narrowing his eyes at the younger. “Oh you want to fight? I’ll give you a fight, you little prick!” Wilbur exclaimed before tackling Tommy down, the two of them rolling around on the ground and fighting for the upper hand. Both poking and prodding different spots to attempt to weaken the other, high-pitched giggles emitting from the both of them.

The fight did not end, however, it switched to the two of them tickling each other at the same time. Tommy scribbled over Wilbur’s back, occasionally pinching at the backs and sides of their ribs, and Wilbur was poking and squeezing around Tommy’s stomach and sides. The two shrieked out curses and protests at each other, wide smiles on their flushed faces.

Techno looked over at the two rolling around on the floor together and grinned, “You two are adorable.”

“Ihi wihIHIHILL KIHIHILL YOHohou TOHOHOMMY! Bahastahard!” Wilbur squealed, getting hold of one of Tommy’s wrists and holding xeir arm above their head before using his free hand to vibrate his fingers on Tommy’s underarm. Tommy shrieked, immediately falling defenseless and bringing xeir free hand to push away Wilbur’s— which resulted in Wilbur now having hold of both of Tommy’s hands.

Wilbur quickly pinned Tommy by sitting on xeir legs, holding their arms above their head with one hand. “You messed with the wrong person, Toms~” Wilbur teased, grinning evilly as he saw the teen’s widened eyes and bright red face. “Now you will face my wrath of tickles, you little prick!” He quickly lifted Tommy’s shirt, blowing a long raspberry right in the middle of xeir stomach. Tommy screamed, and Techno paused his torture to Phil to look over.

“Are you trying to murder him?” Techno questioned, a smirk on his face when he saw the state of the demon hybrid below Wilbur.

“I said I would!” Wilbur exclaimed before leaning down to blow another raspberry, directly on Tommy’s navel.

“FUHUHUCK, WIHIHILBUHUR! NOHOHOHO!” Tommy shrieked, squirming left to right and bucking xeir hips as much as possible. It was torturous. He loved it… but torturous.

Phil had practically melted on the floor, being given a break by Techno. He himself was unsure if he could take anymore tickles; he was pretty tired by this point. He noticed the pinkette about to start again.

“Tehechno- nohoho mohore..” Phil was quiet, luckily Techno had very good hearing and he let up, getting off of Phil and sitting next to him. Maybe the good hearing wasn’t very good for Techno himself, given the high pitched screeching coming from Tommy right next to him as Wilbur continued to wreck the youngest of the four.

“PLEHEHEASE WIHIHIL!” Tommy bucked his hips more as Wilbur brought down their hand to pinch and drill his thumbs into both of xeir hips. Tommy started trying to push Wilbur away, so the brunette quickly pinned Tommy’s hands under his knees. He was careful not to hurt Tommy in the process.

“Aww, is it bad?” Wilbur teased, “Thought you were a big man, Tommy! Surely you’re strong enough to handle a little bit of tickling, right~?” Tommy shook his head frantically through shrieky laughter and giggles, kicking his legs as much as he could with Wilbur sitting on them.

Wilbur brought up one hand to dig their fingers into Tommy’s ribs, vibrating his fingers in the gaps and pinching at the bones. His other hand switched between pinching at Tommy’s hips to scribbling over xeir stomach. “THIHIS IHIHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!”

Wilbur smirked, “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish.” He leaned down to blow a raspberry on xeir neck before whispering in their ear, “Tktktktk~” The brunette’s smirk turned to a grin as he watched Tommy’s blush spread to his ears and down his neck.

“Flustered, Tommy?” Techno commented from beside the two, gently pinching Tommy’s side and chuckling when xey flinched with a small squeal.

“FUHUCK OHOHOFF!” The youngest shrieked as Wilbur blew another raspberry on their stomach.

“That’s not very nice, Toms. Be nice to your brothers,” Phil spoke up with a small smile on his face. Tommy whined as now everyone in the room was against him.

“THEHEHEY’RE BEHEING DIHIHIHICKS!” Tommy tried to free his hands to bring his arms down. Xey were desperate to defend themself from this torture. Wilbur had his free hand scribbling and digging his fingers into Tommy’s stomach, he wasn’t being too rough so that it wouldn’t hurt, only tickled. Badly.

The demon hybrid squeaked as there was a soft, feathery feeling on his neck— Phil’s wings. The mixture of gentle and rough tickles were almost unbearable. “OHOhoh fohOHOR FUHUCKS SAHAKE! PHIL!”

“You haven’t once said stop, Tommy, we know you love this~” Techno teased lightly, smiling at the flustered state of the younger as he delivered a few pokes to xeir side.

“Look at him, all red and flustered! Awh,” Phil cooed, scribbling his fingers against the side of Tommy’s neck.

“Xey’re so ticklish, it’s just so adorable. I may not be able to handle it, I might explode from the cuteness.” Wilbur joked to Techno and Phil, slowing the tickles as the three of them talked about Tommy as if he wasn’t even there. This flustered Tommy more than it should have.

“Ihihi aham RIHIGHT hehehere!” Tommy giggled out, finally freeing their hands to push Wilbur’s away and cover his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry Tommy. Do you need all of my attention on you? You need more tickles? Is that it? Hmm~?” Wilbur teased, poking at Tommy’s stomach and allowing xem to keep their hands free. Under one condition.

“How about we play a little game,” Wilbur grinned, eyeing Techno and Phil. The two immediately understood what he was about to have Tommy do. Wilbur gently grabbed Tommy’s wrists, focusing back on him as he lifted their arms. “You keep your arms up like this, and you can’t let them down. Or else.” They spoke in a teasing tone, his grin forming more into a smirk when the look on Tommy’s face mixed with panic, excitement, and flusteredness. Xey nodded, already trembling at the sight of Wilbur, Techno, and Phil with their hands in the shapes of claws. He’s so dead. A dead man. Gone.

Wilbur looked at him with a look that said, “Ready?” Tommy nodded again, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and taking in a sharp breath to brace himself, but it wasn’t much help as he immediately shrieked at both of Wilbur’s hands digging into xeir stomach, scribbling and pinching and tasering against the sensitive skin. Techno soon followed, squeezing up and down Tommy’s thighs and occasionally scribbling beneath their knees. Not a good day for Tommy to wear shorts. Phil joined in, his wings brushing against Tommy’s neck and ears while he used his hands to pinch and scribble on xeir sides and ribs. This was entirely TORTURE.

“GUHUHUHUYS!” Tommy screamed, his arms shaking as he struggled to hold them up. How was he expected to do this!? They could have at least made it easier for him!

“THIHIS IHIHIS UHUHUNFAHA- AAHAHA WIHIHILBUHUR! NOHOHOHO!” Tommy shrieked, kicking his legs as best as he could and bringing down their arms to shove at Wilbur’s head as he blew a long raspberry on xeir navel, then taking a breath before going back to nibble on their stomach. Tommy’s laughter fell silent for a second as he threw his head back, immediately screaming again before falling into laughter once again. He could hardly speak, really only making out the words “FUHUHUCK!” and “NOHOHO!”

Wilbur obviously noticed that Tommy brought his arms down, but he also noticed how his laughter had fallen silent for a moment then grew to be raspy as the boy could barely even speak anymore. He wasn’t going to continue, not roughly. He gestured for Phil and Techno to stop as he let Tommy go. Wilbur immediately pulled Tommy to a hug, gently rubbing his back as a gesture of comfort and resting their chin on xeir head. Tommy breathed heavily as he buried his face against Wilbur’s chest, taking in big gulps of air as he began to relax in Wilbur’s hold. Phil cooed out loud at the two.

“Did I, or, we, go too far, Toms?” Wilbur asked, his voice gentle. Tommy shook his head no.

Eventually, Tommy looked up at Wilbur. His face was bright red, dried tears on their face, now with a small smile and still squinted eyes. Wilbur couldn’t help himself;

“Awwh!”

Tommy hid his face again out of embarrassment, yelping as Wilbur stood up and moved Tommy to carry xem bridal style. Techno placed a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder as he got a look at the teen in the brunette’s arms. He smiled fondly.

The four men all silently agreed on just relaxing in the main room of the house. Tommy stayed huddled close to Wilbur, clinging to him like a koala to a tree branch.

He may have been tired —all four of them were, honestly, but Tommy especially—, but that didn’t stop him from delivering a few pokes to the three men he was surrounded by, smiling at the small yelps and muffled giggles from each of them.

He deserved at least a little revenge for all of that, right?

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elwifeguy · 11 months ago

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Mariana is bored, is what this comes down to. Usually, she would just keep to herself, stay in the house y'know? But she's bored. Roier is busy, and Charlie is - somewhere. As fun as sex sounds right now she's kinda feeling a more urge to just , do something. Build some more? Cook? Bake? Mess with Cellbit?

Mess with Cellbit is what she decides. Well, it's not messing if she made fucking- cookies for xem is it? Maybe not. She decides, to say sorry for the - heat thing. Just so xey don't wring her neck!

Even, if she's not really sorry, and she'd probably enjoy th- the POINT is, she's bored and she baked cookies just to say sorry, and well Mariana was gonna say sorry! She was not above apologizing, she's apologized a bunch of times, it was second nature at this point as weird as that sounded. Maybe- not enough, but the point is she's not really sorry and she probably will say it again but bygones are bygones, even if she didn't know if xey were actually angry. Because xey weren't right? Hell if she knew.

The problem was she actually no idea where the fuck xey were. She did not- think about this, and it almost wasn't worth the effort, but she made the fucking cookies so whatever. Wandering the server almost felt nostalgic, of earlier times where her house was- where - um. Well,

Ok she didn't care about most of the shit that was outside her family, but she was sure it was something! Maybe.

Wandering around turns out to take very long, and be very annoying quick. Then again, the sights are nice. When she finds what she thinks(?) hopes more like, is Cellbit's house(?) her tail thumps down impatiently on the ground. If this was the wrong house she'd just go home and eat the cookies herself and give some to Juana, cause she did not want to wander all around again. Maybe give them to the first person she saw or something.

She raised a a hand, and without fear knocked. Cellbit said xey'd gut her, but xey hadn't so! What was there to fear? Jokes on xem either way she was into that.

[ @catboyarg ]

#[enter roleplay tag]#here kitty kitty

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kitilouise · 5 months ago

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YOU ASKED FOR THIS!!!

For both bc I don't wanna get it wrong:

Gender/pronous/sexuality/age/any other basics? (AND THEIR RELATION TO EACH OTHER IM CURIOUS!!)

For purple cat one:

-Favorite food? Or specifically cheese?

-Why ourple?

-Opinion on trampoline parks or parkour?

-Music genre or song?

-Do they allow ear scratches?

For the blonde (I think) one:

-Specificly favorite cheese or beef jerky?

-Is toxic waste yummy? They look like they'd know.

-Opinions on swimming? Public pool or beach?

-How would you describe their style?

-Least favorite color?

And totally feel free to answer questions for the opposite one, not answer one, idc; HAVE FUN!!

LORE DUMP INCOMING!

porple cat: Aelurus (#09)

- Agender (Xey/xem/it/its)

- Pansexual

- probably a few centuries old

- 7’ 11”

blonde white haired one: Ambrozia (#61)

- Female (She/her)

- Pansexual

- 30

- 7’

and they are both lovers/partners :D

more below the cut :3

Answers for Aelurus’ questions!

- Hmm… probably any type of meat, i dont think xey’ve tried cheese but i think xey’d like it!. but do NOT try to feed xem cat food you will get scratched

- species related reasons ;) (will probably make a seperate post at some point)

- think cats on trampolines. absolutely not

- xey would probably listen to breakcore/any genre that absolutely obliterates your ears.

- if you ask really nicely xey might let you (good luck reaching it)

Answers for Ambrozia’s questions!

- Probably brie, and she LOVES jerky, it is a tad bit dry for her though

- yes, she drinks it on a daily basis (techinically its drugs but thats for another post)

- she HATES the water, keep it far, far away from her

- two moods: elegant, robes, silk dresses, or a homeless crack addict

- blue, despite it being almost everywhere she goes

✨BONUS✨

(yes ive probably already posted this here idgaf)

ps: dont question the numbers ;)

#shitfuckery #oc #art #my art #oc art #oc ask #they may or may not have been kidnapped and kept as lab subjects at some point…#still working on both their backstories but i have a general idea #also theyre both cult leaders #they run one together how romantic :)

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dadjokesbutgay · 9 months ago

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Ava hcs p3 (Chosen and Sec's dynamic)

first off, NOT A SHIP, Chosen and Second have a found family dynamic for these hcs

For this lil drabble, it turned out more like just Secs view of Chosen, so I'll probably make a second post of hcs part 3.5 or smth for Chosen's view of Second.

Events go up until the box (I'm sorry the writings bad, I tried lol)

Sec uses xe/xem, Cho uses He/they, Dark is only mentioned, but used he/him

So in my hcs, the hollow heads are not siblings. There is sorta a lil bro big bro vibe with these two, but they're found family instead of birth (birth??? Creation??? Idk) family.

In canon, these two don't interact too much, Chosen is kinda this guy who showed up on Sec's PC one day and had an epic boss fight with a virabot, so xe kinda looked up to them then.

Chosen wasn't focused on who they were keeping safe as much as just keeping them safe, but they did take a look at Second and have enough time to think, "is that another hollowhead? Is Alan still creating sticks? Why are they not afraid?" Yk, the standard Alan Redemption Pondering n stuff, but focused more on what that meant about Alan than the character of the new stick.

Then flash forward to the showdown, in which Sec still looks up to Cho. Sec witnesses the Violent Chodark Divorce™ and decides to help out xeir hero. Xe's still terrified, facing off against Dark and the virabots, (more so of the virabots bc xey don't know what Dark is capable of yet) but xey do it anyway. And xey see xeir friends die. Xe sees Chosen bleeding out. Xe feels a virablade piercing through xeir very code. Xey don't remember anything after that, but xe woke up and everyone was okay and Dark was gone, but xeir friends can't remember how it happened and neither can xey, so Chosen must have taken care of it. Xe knew Cho could do it! Cho could make everything ok, just like the virabots, just like xeir friends, just like Dark. Xey don't question why xey feel tired, an unnatural tired sapping away at xeir very core. Xey don't question why Chosen isn't healed or why he looks at xem differently. Xe is too grateful to be alive. Xe is too tired of fights and questions. So xe goes home. All Xe knows is that Chosen is a hero, and The Dark Lord was a villain.

Then Chosen shows up again, wounded. Weak. Desperate. And it scares xem. It scares xem to think there's something out there that can best xeir hero, the one who always makes things alright. Chosen seems crazy. They say things about- about Sec shooting lasers and throwing fireballs. He says that... xey killed him. The Dark Lord. Xey vanquished The Dark Lord. Xey killed Dark, Chosen's only friend. Xey killed Dark, Chosen's only friend. Xey killed Dark, Chosen's only friend.

Second doesn't know what to do. Xe doesn't know what to do when Cho grabs him and flies away. Xe doesn't know what to do when xe'yre pushed in front of the mercenaries. Xe really doesn't know what to do while xey stare at a monitor, showing just what happened during the Showdown. Because the person on screen looks like xem, but doesn't look anything like xem. Xey seem just like xem, but that's not xem. That is xem, but it's not xem at all.

And then there's Chosen. Xey've seen Chosen get pushed around like a ragdoll. Xey've seen Chosen put them in danger and not get them out. Xey've seen Chosen lose. Good shouldn't be able to lose. But Cho did lose. Maybe xey were wrong... Maybe Cho's not a hero... But that would mean what xe saw on that monitor...

The Chosen One isn't invincible or perfect like Second thought they were. But xey can forgive him for that.

#M writes #ava #animation vs animator #alan becker #ava tco #ava chosen #ava the chosen one #ava the second coming #Ava orange #Ava Tsc

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catblinker · 3 months ago

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hiii so me and my amoral clone (she's not evil it just doesn't understand right and wrong) saw you across the bar and we kinda think you're cute. i pointed you out to my clone and fae thought you were, quote, "really rapeable. like you probably wouldn't even fight back". i had to pull it back into my lap by his leash to stop him from getting up and trying lol. don't worry though she's fucking GREAT in bed. oh, shit, you're a dom? hey that's great too we go either way haha. uh just so you know you don't need my pet's permission to touch it or whatever, it can't technically consent so xey trust me to handle it. you've got a blank check, by the way, i wanna see what something like you does with a toy that can't say no. huh? oh, yeah it's definitely rape, but she doesn't legally count as human so she's not protected under the law or anything, it's hot as fuck. yeah i could just blow eir brains out on the counter right here and never even get questioned about it. no yeah absolutely we can go to your place. hey, mutt? run off and handle our tab, would you? good kid. while it's out of earshot, anything you wanna spring on xem without asking first, you just can. oh, burn play? yeah no you're encouraged to put burn scars on it, don't even bring it up beforehand just do it, just don't touch the back, that's my canvas, 'kay? good, wonderful. oh, there's my good girl, good work! good job! we're gonna go with the nice- you got a gender? girl? sick. we're gonna follow the nice lady home and you're gonna get played with, 'kay? promise she's gonna be gentle. mhm, i'm serious this time, she's not gonna hurt you. i love you too, pup. c'mon, let's go.

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silken-threads-bah · 10 months ago

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I know you do sources not on the list but feel free to deny this if you're too unfamiliar. Fyodor Dostoevsky and/or Nikolai Gogol from Bungou Stray Dogs, feel free to make them as source-divergent as you wish. If possible, we would like them both to be janusians/protector-persecutors and memory holders. Anything else is up to you, and I mean it when I say source divergence is not an issue. Thank you. :)

I hope this is alright. Their source seems very interesting, I ended up reading more about it than I probably needed to. As always, feel free to take or leave whatever you'd like. I saw your follow up ask but went with the shorter template since I did both of them, hope that's alright. - Scott

Name: Fyodor, Ford, Fjord

Age: mid 20s

Pronouns: he/it

Gender(s): mascnull

Orientation: bisexual (preference for men), arospike

Source(s): bungou stray dogs

Role: janusian and memory holder

Personality: very composed and calm, it's difficult to get a reaction out of him in any scenario. Despite how emotionless it seems, he will hold a grudge and remember slights against it for a long time. He doesn't take many things seriously, flippantly brushing off people's emotions or going so far as to make fun of or tease people for their feelings. He typically remains aloof and cold to those it doesn't know, but once he gets close to them it will open up a bit, showing a slightly warmer side of himself.

Interests: christianity/theism in general. He finds the moral implications of living life by a book and religious code to be very intruiging. It will also strike up arguments about morality and politics at random and spends long hours researching about ethics.

Extra info: One thing it does take seriously is his role in the system. It will go much further than fully needed when protecting his headmates, cutting off contact and breaking off relationships whenever he feels he needs to.

Faceclaims:

Name: Nikolai, Nova, Near

Age: early 20s

Pronouns: she/it/they/he (possible neos: por/ports, card/cards, xey/xem)

Gender(s): pangender. may be a bit of a xeno hoarder, likes to keep a carrd or list of the genders she identifies with.

Orientation: pansexual

Source(s): bungo stray dogs

Role: janusian, memory holder.

Personality: very theatrical, she plays up her reactions to everything. Full of energy and dedicated to the task of being the biggest pain in the ass as possible, they will spend as long as possible to crack whoever it's decided to pester. with her bubbly disposition, it seems like it would be fairly even tempered, but the slightest thing could set him off. They don't take shit from anyone and will make it their sole mission in life to get back at anyone that has wronged her, even if the slight is all in her mind. Very self centered in general, can easily brush off the pain of others as long as they weren't also hurt in the process. This is subject to change if they get close to others however.

Interests: psychology (mainly cognitive psych, however she dabbles in researching abnormal psychology as well), animals (she is particularly interested in ferrets and other mustelids), learning card tricks and general sleight of hand/"magic".

Extra info: she leans more toward persecutor than protector, mainly reacting towards slights against itself rather than things that happen to the entire system. When she lashes out, she tends to do so in a very forward, verbally agressive way instead of just blocking or avoiding the person.

Faceclaims:

#alter packs #build a headmate #build an alter #pro endo #plurality

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literallynharmonia · 2 years ago

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lmao i fucking forgot to share this

not only do i have unorganized miguel heacanons but i have unorganized HOBIE ones too

i have unorganized random headcanons for all the characters i brainrot over these two are no different!!

identity headcanons first hehe:

hes trans. he probably diyed his hrt and also has top surgery somehow hes magic. (i also think he'd have tattoos over his scars, either super cool bat/devil wings or an intricate spider design on their whole abdomen cant decide ill draw it later 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉)

he, however, doesnt really have any specific sexuality or gender labels they feel like they fit into. theyre attacted to all genders of varying degrees but doesnt really put a label on it. he just exists.

also doesnt mind what pronouns you use for her. any/all. basically.

also also would encourage people to use the weirdest and coolest neopronouns they can think of for zem like REALLY go out there WHATEVER YOU CAN THINK OF.

ADHD haver?? MAYBE???

to the rest acaksdlfj;akdjf:

theyre very crafty and dabble in basically every form of art. music, graffiti, painting, sculpting (mainly with trash or scraps or random discarded items he finds, more on that later on), sewing, whatever. if he can learn to do it she will.

he is super touchy and likes being close to people, but also understand boundaries.

very emotionally intelligent, i feel like this is canon anyway but ill just put it out there, ze can basically sense if someone is upset.

LOVES ABSOLUTELY LIVES FOR talking to new people, will go out of their way to introduce himself to basically everyone, especially new spider-people she meets.

he is a bit of a joker, ofc, but he wont try and push boundaries that he clearly sees or hears from the person theyre talking to. hi people who hc him as being an unself aware dickhead shut up you are very wrong did you even watch the movie.

this one is probably my favorite but he will pick up random things he sees around him and keep them for art projects. cool rock on the sidewalk? its a rock, hes gonna take it. funny lookin bug? might pick it up for a little to look at it and put it back in a safer spot. bottle cap? "mine now". like i said before he likes using litter to make art.

he will stop mid-mission if he sees something cool that he can take home like "oh [riff] cool leaf" and put it in his pocket.

i was referencing this post btw i love this headcanon, absolutely genius, i will steal it ty /lhj

this stealing of random objects from all around the multiverse has caused many lectures for miguel (they arent listening)

they have some kind of control over what texture/color they turn into if xey really think about it but most of the time he just kind of.. lets it do its thing. (sort of like a RainWing?)

shockingly good at vague yet oddly specific threats that are unrealistic but if you really think about it it's like "oh yeah he could totally do that..." but she wouldn't. yknow what im saying right???

while he does live in the 70s where technology was uh... not as popular nor as advanced as they are now, he's aware of modern tech through Gwen, Miles, Pav, DEFINITELY through Margo and Miguel, but she doesn't really use it often. doesnt really see the point.

along with that he also is aware of modern music as well, he has mixed feelings (gwen is probably the biggest influence though she is such a Pinkshift/Paramore/My Chem girlie it hurts to think about)

100% collects record of artists, especially smaller artists, that they like.

if you get them going about music he will talk for HOURS. HOURS until you tell him to shut up, even though fae totally wont listen and will keep going anyway. (just like me teehee projecting is fun <3 )

while hobie does use his guitar as a weapon for some reason he is quite protective of it. they wont try and stop you from touching it or playing it, but he will watch you like a hawk. half out of "oo look another person is interested in guitar" and the other half of "👁️👁️ dont break it i can only do that /j" (a lot of musicians are like that, i would know, im one of them. ha)

loves stray animals. cats, dogs, birds, anything. he will stop to pet them if they let him.

he also will talk to cats like any other person. especially spider cat. spider cat could make a cat noise and he'd act like he understood it. "yeah totally man, i get it. meow."

he can sing like... averagely? he has a good sense of pitch and timing, as most musicians do, but she isnt professionally trained or really does it too often

they will scream though

also really likes messing with makeup and bodypaint. he will spend hours on it if he can.

FUCK I AM SO HAPPY I DIDNT POST THIS IMMEDIATELY BECAUSE I KEEP REMEMBERING THINGS ACK HERES ONE LAST ONE POST THIS AFTER ASH I SWEAR (edit from two weeks later: i forgor): he definitely isnt a morning person. he loves to sleep in. definitely values rest, like a lot. miguel will call him at like 7 am and hobie will flip him off and say 5 more minutes when they really mean 2 more hours.

do i have any more?? hmmm maybe if i remember but this is what i have so far. mostly just silly lil headcanons that arent entirely plot relevant as most of my headcanons are.

#across the spiderverse #atsv #spider punk #hobie brown #headcanons #might draw some of these later :)#almost forgot new hobie tag im so sorry #british spider #FUCK I SHOULD HAVE POSTED THIS WEEKS AGO LMAO

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neim-batteries-not-included · 2 years ago

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Woah I actually did!!!! Some Kunirn writing!!!! :D !!!!

short story under the cut. Not super long, 703 words.

cw: religious themes

[Kik uses he/xey, Angu uses she/her. The god mentioned here is referred to by any pronouns.]

The twin moons gazed down at him, passive and unblinking. It was a clear night- one where they truly did seem like terrible eyes. Beautiful, of course; they cast a sort of dream-like haze over the desert, but they still scared Kik. He frowned at xemself at the thought. He should find comfort, surely, in a god watching over xem. Still, it was a little unnerving.

“What’re you thinking about?”

He blinked. Angu was beside him on the sand, and she’d been talking. Xey’d barely heard a word of it- but she didn’t seem all that upset. Probably been rambling to herself.

Xey hesitated.

“Nothing important.”

“Liar.”

“Sorry?”

She looked at him, raised an eyebrow. “You paused. You’re lying.”

He shuffled uncomfortably, and looked down at the robes xey wore. They were a deep blue, nearly the same colour as the sky. Whoever had designed them had intended that, most likely- the work he did, whilst wearing those clothes, was damn near inseparable from a certain god. She’d always been associated with the night, the stars, even the moons’ names had supposedly been chosen by her. So, it made sense.

He would have taken off the robes by now, ordinarily. He wasn’t sure why tonight xey hadn’t.

“I- I really don’t think it matters.”

Her expression softened. “I do.”

“..I like my robes.”

He spoke quietly. She tilted her head, seemingly surprised. Kik would have been shocked if she’d been expecting xem to come out with that.

She shrugged slightly, and looked back at the sand. One of her ears twitched.

“I don’t. Like them, I mean.”

“Hm?”

“They swamp you, they always have. They make you look- mm. Eh, out of place.”

He frowned.

“I- don’t know what you mean.”

She made a noise halfway between a grunt and a laugh. “Really?”

“Really. I thought they were pretty.”

“They are! Good bit of craftsmanship ‘n all that, but they don’t suit you. Looks wrong, your- feathers. Et cetera.” She paused. Trying to find the right words, by the looks of it. She gave up, and shrugged again.

“They just don’t- aren’t good. For you.”

“You’re not talking about clothes anymore, are you?”

She mumbled something in agreement.

“Angu, I know you don't approve of-”

She rolled her eyes.

“‘M not disapproving of any gods- that one’s right over there,” she pointed behind her at the centre of the city, “being all dead. They aren’t harming anyone. I disapprove of everything else about- mnn, all of it.”

He glared at her, accidentally catching her gaze. Xey averted their eyes and looked back at the ground. One of his hands, wrapped in freshly bloodied bandages, caught his attention. She caught him looking at it.

“And don’t you go on about sacrifices. You don’t have to do that.”

“But I-”

“No.”

She shook her head. “No, you don’t. Everywhere else is fine without people risking their damn selves. It’s just tradition.”

His mind went blank. What she was saying was wrong, it had to be.

“But- I-”

He let out a soft squawk of frustration. Out of the corner of xeir eye, xey saw her smirk.

“It’ll pay off. In some way, it has to.”

“You really think your faith is going to save you? Us?”

“It has to. It just- I don’t know what I’d do if it won’t.”

“You could stop. You could leave.”

There was a sound like a distressed child. It took a moment for him to realise that he was the one making it. Angu just gave him another shrug.

“Your decision. I’ll go with what you want.”

They fell into a bout of silence. Not at all awkward- it never was- but he didn’t like the ideas it left him alone with. Probably would have been called heresy, if he was discussing it with anyone other than Angu.

He glanced at her. Her tail was swaying gently, as it tended to when she was deep in her own thoughts. Perhaps she was right, but xey could never admit it. He’d gotten this far- gotten this much- and xey didn’t want to backtrack.

That was the difference between the two of them, really. Kik had so much more to lose.

#world building #fantasy worldbuilding #neim finally stopped procrastinating #writing #may or may not upload this to ao3 #tw religious themes #if you want to know anything that isn’t explained in depth here let me know #I’ll be doing a thing for the god mentioned here fairly soon so ghfhfhfh #original work #original characters #depending on how this dOes I might put more short stories on here

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pepsicandle · 2 years ago

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Welcome to our blog o(>ω<)o

Intros for all 6 alters and general fun facts will be under the cut!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

DNI (￣ヘ￣) : basic dni , proship , radinclus , anti neoprns/xenogenders , endo system/supporter , anti kin/therians , nsfw heavy blogs

BYF (°ロ°) ! : we participate in discourse , we will make nsfw jokes but nothing heavy <3 , we block freely , reblog heavy , we will not tag who posts what , actually barely any tags at all ever , we have the same user on Simply Plural ! feel free to add us

COLLECTIVE IDENTITIES

Con - he/him - bi arospec genderqueer

We are most probably a P-DID system, but we COULD be an OSDD-1a system lolz (o^ ^o)

We have ADHD and dysgraphia, and are autistic, dyslexic and physically disabled (some of those hit certain alters harder but we dont use holder roles) . we are also bodily 16

KIRA (=^･ω･^=)

too many prns to list (⌒_⌒;) - bi aro agenderflux

host ! semi human ;p cat/robot kin

16 - not an introject

I AM ALMOST ALWAYS FRONTING! IF IM NOT, SOMETHING IS PROBABLY WRONG.

no alter specific userboxes for me </3

KIRA / VIVIENNE ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

he/she - bi unlabeled nonbinary

no known role - Artifical Intelligence

age slider (16-23) - introject of our MSP accounts MovieStar

NATHAN / RED \(^ヮ^)/

he/him - bi frayromantic trans man

protector - human . just human lol

13 - not an introject

UNA („• ᴗ •„)

he/xey/they/🏔 - bi arospec genderfluid

persecutor - semi human !! ram kin

17 - could be an introject ? its complicated

KAIN / KATARINA ⊂(´• ω •`⊂)

he/📺/xe/dice/🎲/🐛- girl idk . bi aro boyflux

caretaker - I kind of like dont have a body

like 15 - kokichi ouma from hit game drv3

WHISKERS (=^‥^=)

he/💕/🐈/love - we dont know.

little - 2 forms, ragdoll kitten n human

6-8 - not an introject

no userboxes

#pinned intro #updated - 18.08.2023

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gl0omytai · 3 years ago

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SeroRoki || Christmas Confusion

Characters: Shoto Todoroki / Hanta Sero

Genre: Fluff <3 A/N: I am open to all ships, genre's and prompts (within reason)! This does include x Reader stuff! Please be aware of those things; requests are open! I also haven't written in a while, sorry if this is bad. Ships I would do(includes x reader): ShinKami, TodoBaku, KiriBaku, SeroRoki, KiriBakuMina, DabiHawks (HotWings), EraserDust

Ships I will NOT do: BakuDeku (or anything that includes BakuDeku), AllDeku (or anything with pedophilia), anyone shipped with Mineta.

Author Pronouns: Xey/Xem or They/Them

Word Count: 1479

DO NOT REPOST. DNI IF PROBLEMATIC. BLOCK NOT REPORT.

It was a day in winter, which month? That isn’t exactly important. The only thing important to a certain student was how he felt. Which student? Shoto Todoroki.

Shoto sat on a bench slumped over and leaned on his knees with only a scarf that's giving him added warmth. He didn't need much, he had his quirk. Even though he wasn’t fond of his quirk at times, he still was blessed because it kept him warm. Not that blessed because of his depressing backstory, but you catch my drift. Todoroki continued to stare blankly at the manga that he was going to give Sero in return for the one he had borrowed. Something was off, it wasn’t the same as all the other times. Hell, the boy had even been avoiding his friend some days because of it. He would’ve asked Mina, but since she was close to Sero he was worried she’d spill and tell him everything.

So he just stuck with ranting to Midoriya. It was only fair since Midoriya tends to talk his ear off a lot. Not that it was a bad thing, he was fond of it. It helped Shoto realize some of the nerves that he had whenever he was nervous or if they were in some sort of bad situation. He sat up, continuing to look at the manga in his hands with a scowl. Was he this mad over a manga? No, he wasn’t mad at the manga. He was mad at the lack of knowing his own emotions. What was this feeling? Every time Sero was around, Shoto felt.. clingy? No, that’s not the word for it. He just felt touched, that’s all it could be. There’s no way he felt romantic attraction towards him. That would be absurd; bad for his image. That’s what he had always been told. That’s what he believed. All those years he would have to shut out certain feelings. Guess that was really making a difference now, huh?

“..roki.”

“Earth to ‘roki!”

Todoroki must’ve been so deep in thought that he hadn’t noticed Sero calling his name. He looked up, seeing the grin that he seemed to be addicted to on the tape user’s face.

“You okay? You seemed pretty deep in thought there.” Sero laughed softly, meaning no harm by his actions nor his words.

“I’m fine.” The words came out stiffer than Shoto had wanted them to. How would he recover from this one? Now it was sure that there was something wrong. How could Shoto say it? Just say what was on his mind? That would probably end in disaster. Without realizing it, Shoto’s eyebrows had furrowed, his eyes narrow as he went back into deep thought once again.

“Okay, sorry bud, but somethings definitely wrong. You wanna talk about it?” Sero asked, taking a seat next to Shoto with a slightly worried expression. The question made Shoto sit up straighter, obviously tense.

Say what’s on your mind. Nothing could go wrong with that.

Say it.

What if Shoto gets rejected? What if Sero thought he was weird? Wasn’t it wrong to love someone like him? There was so much that he didn’t seem to understand. Relationships, sexuality and social cues weren’t his best strong suit. He knew about friendship and he knew about the basics of whenever it came to simple relationship prompts. That was such as dates, marriage and eventually kids. That’s all he was ever taught.

Stupid Endeavor.

“I don’t know how I feel. I don’t understand.” Shoto said after a moment of silence. He refused to look at Sero, the sight of him would only make things worse for him to explain.

“Okay, well what are you confused abou-” “All of it. I’m confused about all of it,” he paused, motioning his hand between the two as if to make a connection somehow. “There’s a part of me that doesn’t know how to explain it. I was always taught that romantic feelings were reserved for a perfect woman; someone worthy enough to bear the ‘Todoroki’ name. I can’t help but want to do small things like… hug you. It’s random. I’m normally not a touchy person, but lately whenever we read manga together I feel the need to lean on you. I guess that’s just being comfortable, I just saw it as being romantic.” Another pause.

Sero was stunned, going to speak before being interrupted by a confused Todoroki yet again.

“I’m sorry, what I guess I’m trying to say is… I love you? Is it wrong? Is it wrong for me to feel this way? It’s fine if you reject me, I just felt the need to have to get this off of my chest. Midoriya says talking is the best way to relieve tension. I guess he’s also rubbed off on me. I’m still ranting after all.” Shoto stopped himself after that, wanting to give Sero a chance to speak.

Sero was a bit stunned. Honestly, Sero had felt some romantic feelings himself, but how could Shoto think so badly of something like that? He didn’t seem to mean any offense. Sero would just have to educate the clueless boy.

“Of course it’s not a bad thing. Love doesn’t stop directly at a guy liking a girl. You can like a guy too. It’s not just one solid thing, y’know?” Sero smiled, slowly taking Shoto’s hand. Shoto was a little surprised by the action, yet wasn’t complaining.

“Look, I’m not going to reject you. I don’t think you’re weird either. In fact, I would like to take you up on your love. If that makes any sense at all.” Sero admitted.

Of course, to Shoto that made no sense. In fact, it dug him into a deeper hole of confusion.

“Offer? What do you mean?” Shoto asked, his voice back to his normal soft tone. It was such a change in demeanor.

“I didn’t mean offer as in like you offered your love. I meant that I love you too. I was just trying to be cool, like a knight in shining armor to remedy the fact that you were so confused on this subject.” Sero was the one to be nervous now, rubbing the back of his neck softly.

Shoto felt his tension release, relieved that Sero didn’t think lowly of him. So this was okay? Shoto could love a guy? He didn’t have to be confused anymore? Scratch that last one, he still had a lot more to learn. That could be done at a later date.

“This is okay? That we both love each other?”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, ‘Roki. C’mon, let’s go back inside. The others are probably waiting for us to help set up.” Sero said as he stood, holding a hand out to the dual quirk user. Shoto, while hesitant at first, took his hand. Sero didn’t let go, so neither did Shoto.

“Oh! By the way, here.” Sero pulled out the manga, swapping it out with the one that Shoto had. “We were so busy talking and confessing to each other that I had completely forgotten about the manga.”

“This is a new series, isn’t it?” Shoto asked, looking at the cover of the different manga.

“Yeah. It’s a love story, ironically about a clueless boy trying to figure out his own identity. I think now you can relate to him.” Sero grinned, nudging Shoto with his elbow gently.

“You think so?” Shoto asked.

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.” Sero said, his other hand going inside of his pocket.

“Alright.” Shoto nodded. “What does this make us?”

“We don’t really have to label it, but if we love each other equally, we could consider ourselves dating?” Sero suggested with a more serious look in his eyes.

Taboo. That’s all Shoto could think of. This was something so taboo to him he almost wanted to search up everything about it so that way he could understand easier. Though, Sero could be there to help him with that. Sero couldn’t understand everything though. Or did he?

“I would be-.. Happy. If we did start dating.” Shoto was awkward about it which made Sero laugh at how cute he looked clueless. Who was he kidding, Shoto always looked cute. How was Sero just now figuring that out?

“Alright, then we’re officially dating. Now come on, this Christmas party isn’t going to help set up itself!” Sero said, now pulling Todoroki along with him gently.

That’s right. It’s December 24th. Christmas eve.

Guess Shoto did get what he wanted for Christmas after all. Even if it wasn’t stated directly.

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