I read a fic where sebastian stalks you for weeks waiting for you come to his shop w/o ur whole squad cuz he's decided you're his mate. and well. i was inspired 😊💕
can I request the reader surviving the firewall and becoming sick/exhausted from the blood loss and falling asleep in Sebastian’s shop?
Warmth (that you have)
Wordcount; 3.3k (I meant for this to be like. 1k but went way overboard. Oops.)
AN: FIRST REQUEST YAAAAAAAY, space heater reader is one of my favorite tropes LMAO firewall my belovehated. I hope this doesn’t suck
Type: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort (?) mild angst but it’s because I write the reader as kind of an idiot when it comes to parkour
Warnings: Mild Depictions of injuries, nothing too graphic though. Reader & Sebastian are on kind-of-friendly terms, half beta-read
Oh great almighty were you bad at the firewall. No, maybe the firewall was hard, and you DIDN’T suck; slamming into a wall at mach whatever-the-fuck hurt regardless of the armored jetsuit you were wearing. You were surprised you had managed to make it to the end (slamming onto the cloth-carpeted platform, directly onto your face and skidding several feet) without succumbing to your injuries. Or the blood loss. The blood loss is what really got to you. And the giant wall of fire. That sucked too.
“Blood is fuel,” you had suspected from the get-go, and your thoughts were quickly confirmed as one of the first things you had done was miss one of the monkey bars, expecting to plummet to your death to only be “saved” by the suit stabbing you in the back of the arms and taking, uh— you’re not actually sure how much blood was siphoned from you, but the vertigo from the theft of your blood told you that it was probably more than you could afford to lose more than once— in order to blast you towards the nearest platform in which you had plowed into.
The platform that you had ineptly landed on provided little cushion. You were immediately forced to scramble back onto your feet as the roar of the firewall nearby was a stark reminder that you that you weren’t done yet and to MOVE. NOW.
The adrenaline from getting pursued by a giant wall of fire had luckily provided you instant, temporary, pain relief from your bruised ribs and ego. You’d managed to make it to the final sprint without being charred to death, much to P.AI.nter’s chagrin, before reaching the “rest” area and immediately crumpling to the gross floor. “Your body will be capable of doing things you will never be able to do again,” NaVi’s voice rings in your head; it sure feels like you’re paying the price for the ego you gained from that statement.
Moving to stand, your breath is short from your bruised ribs and torso. You go to gingerly touch your ribs before oh—right, you still have the jetsuit on. Cringing as you start to slide the chestplate up and over your head, doing the same for your leg armor and then finally both of your arms. You let out an “auuAHK-“ as you go to take off the left armpiece; white hot stinging pain radiates from the back of your arm, right above the elbow. The armor piece feels odd as you delicately remove it, kind of like a liquid was trapped under the segment. It’s easier— well, as far as “taking the thing off” goes, it’s still the most painful part— than the rest of the pieces to slide off, because whatever it was had lubricated your arm.
You thought it was probably sweat at first. It was not sweat. A caustic liquid had coated most of your arm around a tear in your uniform above your elbow; you very quickly discerned that what you’d just been thinking was sweat was NOT sweat. It was blood. And a lot of it. The white-hot pain radiating from, now both of, your arms made much more sense now.
You can feel nausea pulling at your sternum as the adrenaline from the jetsuit course had finally waned. Honestly, with your situation, you kind of almost wished that you had plummeted to your death. Just a little bit. You wave the thought as you finish tacking up the mannequin in the locker.
You feel a lot lighter without the jetsuit. Though that might be the blood loss talking; your fingers are tingling and you can feel a deep-set feeling of doom crawl up your spine. Impromptu blood donations probably aren’t good for your health. The backs of your arms should hopefully start to scab soon, you really hope they are because the sticky feeling of blood makes you shiver(and the metallic smell makes you want to gag.) Walking forward makes the world tilt. You groan. How fun.
You cough and immediately regret it as pain rips through your chest. Okay. This is going to be a looong walk.
As you trudge up the steps, your eyes land on a green flare placed next to a crate. The lid of the crate opens with a whine that makes your ears ring, and you pick up the only item in it: a medkit. Fortunately there’s a relatively large amount of gauze in the box, but unfortunately that’s as far as it goes for pain relief. You don’t think trying to drink the bottle iodine as a last-ditch effort would do anything but make you throw up and… probably poison you. You have no idea why the thought crossed your mind; better to use it as an antiseptic, anyway.
You cautiously dab at the wounds on the back of your arms, using the stairs in the… elevator shaft? as a makeshift seat. There aren’t many cotton swabs in the kit, so you’re left messily attempting to wipe up the rest of the wet blood with the gauze. You kind of just end up smearing it all over your arms, so you give up and wrap them.
You heave yourself back onto your feet, and you immediately feel the blood drop from your head. You try to wave off the dizziness but the stairwell looks like you just experienced a very poorly-done dolly-zoom, like the floor was getting further but the wall was sliding closer.
You run your hand over your face, finally shaking off the vertigo. The stairs mock you. You hate stairs. Fuck these stairs. It feels like your brain is buzzing.
It was a very, VERY inconvenient traipse through the next several doors. An angler had barreled past, much to your own chagrin, intensifying the ringing in your ears. It hadn’t helped in any way as your eyes had begun to hurt; you were starting to get tired— and not in the “I just ran three times faster than any human should physically be able to without shattering all of their bones or blowing up their organs” way, like the “I need to lay down RIGHT NOW and take a nap” way. Alas, you couldn’t. The bullet casing that kissed your neck every time you moved too quickly was a grim reminder to the fact that death had her hand on your shoulder; keep moving or die.
Opening a door, marked “fifty-one,” you’re met with a bright light facing a vent in the wall and a hole-to-the-abyss with water spewing out of one of the many broken pipes strewn across this decrepit facility into it. Lovely. This is… familiar.
The vent flies off, smashing into the light and sending both the vent cover and light careening into the lovingly-watered-abyss-into-nothing. You don’t hear it hit the ground, or water. So much for a light. And that vent cover. Okay.
“Got something for ya, c’mere.” A flippant voice echoes through the vent. By now your face is hot and flushed, you’re starting to feel sick, and exhaustion pangs at the nerves in your eyes. You crouch onto the floor, onto your knees, and shuffle through the vent. The gauze you had put above your elbows makes your (as you’ve named them) stab wounds hurt, so you awkwardly use your palms to pull yourself through the tunnel.
“Ah! It’s you,” you try to suavely stand up after you reach the opening, only for your knees to give out; you dump yourself onto the floor with a groan. “…welcome back.” You hear him snicker.
There’s a few seconds of silence while he waits for an answer. You’re still lying on the dusty floor. Seeing as you’re only answering with silence, he does so for you:
“Woooow, you look awful. Pick a fight with a wall?” He jeers. “Looks like you lost. And miserably. How sad.”
You unstick your face from the floor, flinching as you instinctually use your right forearm to balance yourself, remembering that, oh yeah, new wound on your arms. And bruised ribs. You look up, expecting a sly grin to be painted across his face and to no shock, there he is in all his glory, slyly smiling at you.
“Yeah and maybe—ow— you should tell your friend,” you heave a groan as you balance to your feet, coughing as you take too sharp a breath “to not try and char me to death next time.”
“I’ll think on it.” He hums. He’s lying. Of course he is. “You gonna buy something or are you going to continue to be useless on my floor?”
You’re once again reminded of the gnawing exhaustion and nausea from your unwilling blood donation to that… wonderful suit. You wave him off as you shamble up to his tail, perusing the goods. What you’re hoping to see is not there— there’s a medkit, but you’ve already used a medkit. The kits here really only have the bare minimum, and nothing to help bruised ribs or to recover from the blood loss. You could really use something to eat or drink right now. Or some ibuprofen. Even Tylenol would suffice.
You’d been standing there for several seconds, slowly swaying back and forth. God, you were tired. You don’t think he’d let you sit for longer than a minute, and you can feel the vertigo starting to return. You look up with just your eyes at Sebastian, his main hands are clasped together while his third rests by his… hip. He’s tilted slightly and it’s making it look like he’s looming over you. He is intimidating, you can give him that, you’ve spent enough time around him to be a little less scared than you should be.
“What? You gonna fall over again? Don’t bleed on my floor, gross.” He bends further forward, squinting at your face and poking you in the forehead with one of his claws. You wobble a little. “What’s wrong with—“
“Can I sit here for a second?” You cut him off.
He pauses for a moment, narrowing his eyes more. At this distance you can see his pupils, barely discernible against his glowing irises. You’ve not noticed the stripes that line his face until now, either. He’s kind of pretty. You blink. So does he.
“What? My shop isn’t open to bums. Buy something, or get out.” He snarks, pulling back and giving you a flat stare.
“…please? Just for a few minutes, I— ow-“ you hiss, ribs aching. Your fingers had started to tingle again, and sitting down was enticing; feeling the satchel around your waist, it’s concerningly light. Right, the firewall had taken up most of your trek here, you don’t have much research. You shakily sigh. It’s filled with a couple floppy disks (does Urbanshade really still use floppy disks?), several small notepads and a handful of flash drives. You present it to him and an unreadable expression crosses his face.
“If I give you these, can I just sit? For like… five minutes? Please?” You beg, and he reaches down, gingerly taking the satchel out of your hands before….. dumping the contents onto the ground. Real nice, Sebastian. His eyes scan over it, before he drops your satchel; it skids a few inches and hits your feet.
“Fine.” He says, sounding particularly unhappy about his decision. What? Really? Did he feel pity for you? You probably DO look awful. You sure feel awful. Your head is incredibly hot and you can feel sweat starting to form in beads on your forehead. You’re still swaying, and the ache in your chest has done nothing but be a nuisance since you took the NOST jetsuit off.
You let out a breathless “thank you,” and then stand for a few seconds, awkwardly scanning the room for a place to sit down. There’s not many places that aren’t directly next to Sebastian and his… tail, so you ultimately decide to sit and rest against the crate on the opposite side of the room. Your diving gear makes it uncomfortable, so you’re stuck leaning against it with your shoulder.
Normally you wouldn’t be one to sit on the floor like this. It’s dusty and gross, but the coolness of the crate you’re sitting against and the ground offers you solace that you had been craving since your run-in with the blood donation and the platform you had oh-so-gracefully plowed into. Your fingers are still tingling, and all of your limbs had started to feel heavy. Your eyes slide over to Sebastian, if he was staring at you or had anything to say about your predicament, he was biting his tongue. He was currently preoccupied with the data he’d dumped out of your satchel, in which he must’ve picked it up when you had awkwardly shuffled over to the crate.
The “garbage noise” that the radio was generating next to you was good white noise. Or just noise in general. Your eyelids droop, and you’re finding it difficult to stay awake now. You jump up as your head drops, before you go right back to the cycle-of-almost-falling-asleep-then-startling-yourself-awake. Sebastian says nothing, and the last thing you hear was a sound of metal against metal, like the vent to the shop had been closed. You rest your arms and head on your knees, trying to pry away the headache, before finally succumbing to what your body had been trying to get you to do for the better part of an hour. Sleep. The darkness doesn’t call your name, yet you heed its call with open arms and closed eyes.
. . .
You have no idea how long you’d been asleep before you startle yourself, again, awake. Your eyes snap open to see—nothing, actually. It’s pitch black. You blink several times, trying to adjust your bleary eyes to the darkness. You’re no longer sitting against the crate — the sound of the radio is distant and muffled, kind of like you’re above it and behind a wall.
But that’s not as jarring as you shift slightly, attempting to get a feel of where you are and what position you were currently laying in. You can tell you were moved, but you’re still in Sebastian’s shop because you can still hear the radio. You’re laying in an awkward way, twisted onto your side, head resting on something while your legs lay over something else. You’re still really fucking hot, and dizzy, but whatever you’ve been put against is providing, once more, a pleasant cooling sensation which dulls your headache and the pulse in your eyes.
You also make note of the, not unpleasantly so, heavy object resting over your midsection. The fuzziness in your head immediately clears as you’re reminded that you are *still in Sebastian’s shop.* You tense, go to move and— whatever is weighing down on your stomach and chest prevents you from moving. You jostle the object, and whatever your head is resting on shifts and you feel it *ripple.* You freeze and wait for it to stop.
A realization smacks you in the face: you’re laying on Sebastian and he is laying on *you.* Wow. Okay. Okay so. Uh. Your eyes have focused more: Sebastian’s head is the weight on your torso. Your eyes sweep across his face. It’s.. particularly serene. His expression doesn’t hold the sly grin or sharp frown, nor does he spit or snark phrases at you. His eyes are closed. He’s sleeping.
You recall the sound of the vent closing, and your suspicions are confirmed when you crane your neck to look at where you think the vent is. You’re up on the balcony behind where Sebastian typically sits when you enter his shop. It’s hard to see considering the darkness of the room; the single light suspended in the duct positioned over the center of the humble shop provides little assistance.
You don’t remember being or feeling being moved. Something distant rumbles outside of the shop. Sebastian’s entire body tenses, and his head shoots up— you’re jostled as he does so. His ear fins twitch, pinning against his hair before flitting to and fro. His eyes are wide and you can see his pupils, bright against his now non-glowing irises, trained on the cover of the vent.
The rumbling increases, and much to your alarm, the ever-so familiar sound of chains rips through the air. Fortunately you’re more than far enough from it to where your fear of dying subsides, but the horrific smell of sulfur and smoke permeates the room. Chainsmoker.
You can tell that Sebastian wasn’t particularly overjoyed about it either. His eyes remain stuck to the vent, waiting, watching, as the rumbling increases. It crescendos, shaking the room and penetrating your nose with the horrific smell it produces. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, you shift uncomfortably, trying to rid the smell that is pricking at your nose. Sebastian’s eyes dart towards you, scanning over your form for a moment; you make no move(whilst barely keeping your eyes open) and it appears that he’s decided that you’re still asleep. He turns his head to peer at the vent again.
You can feel his tail ripple under your head as his muscles relax. Chainsmoker had passed you by; the putrid smell was fading rapidly as the air ducts above you cycle the air. You hear Sebastian sigh as he drops his head, moving his torso to lay over you again.
Your legs and head are still propped up on different parts of his tail, he remains curled around you. Okay. Cool. Yeah, sure. This is okay. You have a giant fish man curled around you on all sides, and he’s about to lay his head on your stomach again.
You bite back a grunt as his head hits your stomach. The ache in your ribs intensifies and subsides again as he moves back into his previous position. He rolls his shoulders, nestling further into you. His tail is still cold against your head and— oh. You’re still *really* hot. And he’s cold. He’s using you as a human space heater. He is siphoning heat from you. Bastard.
You’d call him a bastard to his face if you weren’t *also* so very tired and enjoying the temperature difference. The panic had cleared, and the lull of sleep pulls at your eyelids. You glance at Sebastian. His eyes are still cracked. He takes a sharp inhale, before exhaling deeply and shutting them. The weight on your stomach isn’t uncomfortable by any means, but *what* the weight is makes you apprehensive; the call of sleep and the aching of your ribs and wounds on the back of your arms reminds you that you’d much prefer a giant fish man resting on you rather than attempting another trek through the blacksite. His ear fins flick once. A rumble deep from his chest vibrates through your midsection. Is he… purring? Rumbling? It’s very quiet, but easy to feel.
His head and torso are akin to a very heavy weighted blanket. Numbness pulls at your limbs. Sleep beckons you, and you listen. The Hadal Division can stand to lose one of the personnel they deem expendable for an hour or two, anyway. It’s nice, a small escape from the hell you signed up for.
Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors; the Pressure fellas are sneaky lil liars (how dare they); swearing
Note: Fsh
--☆☆☆☆☆--
None of them cared about you at first.
So what if they heard you? You were just some sorta coward who barely made any progress in the game.
What did it matter if you were new? What did it matter if they heard you clear as day, even when voice chat was off? You were special, sure, but why should they care?
They never bothered with the other games, none of them did. The only times they interacted with them was when they were forced to in crossover events and the like.
While at first you rarely played the game (something about not liking jumpscares and the like, and hating dark rooms due to the risk of Squiddles and you "not wanting to bother them"), eventually you started to play more and more.
So, while they could care less, you showed up more and more. Sometimes it was with your friends, and usually it was alone.
But god, you sucked at this game. Like, absolutely terrible. Usually, you died before or during the first grand encounter. It was kinda pathetic.
But... you talked. Even when alone. You just yapped like there was a gun to your head about to go off if you stopped talking to them.
Most of them found it annoying (especially Sebastian. Did you ever stop talking???), but not like they'd tell you that. It'd be better if you were unaware they could hear you anyway.
But you talked to them. Whether it be complaining about whatever p.AI.nter was doing to you, or begging the Squiddles not to be there in a dark room, you talked. Endlessly. Yet aiming your words at them, like you were pretending they could hear you.
It was funny how unaware you were, especially as p.AI.nter found your complaining funny and began to bother you more and more.
But not that you ever gave up. You'd die, sigh, maybe take a short break, and try again.
Your perseverance was amusing.
Perhaps that was why they slowly started to warm up to you...
--☆☆☆--
They quickly learned your favorite characters.
Sebastian (a classic), p.AI.nter (even if you called him annoying), Lady Death (even if you never encountered her due to your lack of Robux/desire to spend it on revives, you said something about her being "pookie"?), the Guardian Angel (surprising, honestly), and the Sea Bunnies.
God, you adored the Sea Bunnies. Whenever you encountered them, you'd be rendered to a squealing and gleeful mess, yapping about your "precious babies" and how you'd "die for them".
It made you weirdly... cute, if that's the right word. Because hearing you coo over something made you weirdly appealing in a way. You seemed more precious and adorable, even if it sometimes got annoying.
Though it was annoying in a cute sorta way. It was hard for many of them to describe it.
It was weird how one-sided relationships with you started to form. You were the friend who talked, and they were the ones who listened. The amount that wished to speak to you grew and grew as time went on.
It got to the point they started to toy with your runs slightly. Made certain rarer rooms spawn more often.
Once, they made the Guardian Angel of the Banlands spawn early in a run to hear your reaction. Your squeals of glee and how you kept claiming your love for it made some amused, but many jealous. The Angel couldn't understand your words, but figured out quickly how you spoke of love to it.
The amount of screenshots you took too...
They did their best to be subtle at first with how they toyed with your run. What? They didn't wanna reveal themselves as sentient. It'd just make everything more annoying...
There was always the risk if they revealed themselves to you, you'd reveal them to others. And god, if others figured out they could hear them..? Then there'd be people more annoying than you harassing them. And hell, you didn't know you were bothering them.
But having Sea Bunnies spawning more often to hear your glee, or rarer rooms you liked spawning more, or putting you in Grand Encounters you enjoyed doing? Hearing you glee made them all feel weird in a fuzzy sort of way.
Not that they hated the feeling.
Honestly, they enjoyed it.
--☆☆☆--
Funnily enough, the first one to completely warm up to you was Mr. Lopee. Someone you rarely encountered, yet who was the first to decide that you were someone who was genuinely likeable.
How? No one knows. Just something about you being 'special'.
Though the amount of glitched rooms you started to encounter annoyed you. You did not want Mr. Lopee to keep showing up. But your wishes didn't stop him.
And no one dared to try to get him to stop. They weren't that stupid.
But after him, the others started to follow suit. The little tweaks to your runs were so they could see you more, or to hear you happy. More data spawning, keycards in more clear places, more hiding spots for you when in rooms with turrets.
And, most importantly, 'glitches' where you'd take no damage from certain entities. Of course, this couldn't work with things like the Node monsters (much to their dismay) or other things that automatically killed you, but turrets not hitting you or you taking no damage when you inevitably fell into the void during the Firewall.
You managed to play these off, even as they... consistently happened.
It was amusing how you always tried to explain away everything weird.
And when you managed to complete a Grand Encounter, they were pleased by your glee. And Sebastian couldn't help his grin when you were overjoyed to finally enter his shop for the first time.
And when you finally completed a run?
God, your squeals of glee as you watched the ending cutscene was wonderful.
Was this what love felt like?
They had every right to hear your glee, didn't they?
After all, you practically belonged to them at this point.
--☆☆☆--
They got more daring as time went on.
They gave you free Ferryman Tokens, dozens and dozens of them, and you were stunned when you saw them on a run you died on when you didn't notice a Pinkie coming at you.
You hesitantly used one, and were overjoyed when you saw Lady Death.
NOL1 hearing you go "damn, we got NOL1 in Pressure before Forsaken" made him die laughing.
And when you died in that run again by accident? (Because even if they genuinely went easy on you, you still managed to die in runs way more than you ever won.) When you nervously used another token, already apologizing to Lady Death?
You were stunned when you were plucked from the Sea of Souls and not damaged by her. Instead, she got close and did what you only described as kissing your avatar.
Your flustered and confused giggles were like sweet music to her ears.
You thought some weird hacker fucked around with your Pressure animations as a joke. You didn't know that was entirely of her own free will.
You didn't know how pleased she was by doing that, even if she'd prefer to do that to the real you.
Then they quite literally just gave you every single gamepass in the game. Even bought you Robux using several unimportant people's bank accounts and such.
It didn't matter. All that mattered to them was your surprise but joy at having a Sea Bunny. You named it "Sir Francis Gubbicus the Third". They had no idea why, but it was amusing nonetheless.
And they had no qualms about searching around on your device, too.
While they held the decency to not go through your search history, none of your chats were safe as they searched for any information about you.
Sebastian saw you cat and immediately began preparing to assist you in caring for him. He was more than ready to take upon a father role for your kitty.
When p.AI.nter saw you made art too? When he saw some of your art? His neurons freaking activated immediately and he immediately started drawing your characters (only your OCs. He refused to look at your non-Pressure related fanart) or sending you backgrounds for pieces you were working on under anonymous accounts and such. It weirded you out, but he didn't care.
And both Imaginary Friends were constantly on your home screen, and no matter what you did they wouldn't leave. At the very least, they had enough decency not to bicker.
Though, your lack of any joy was noticeable and disappointing to them when they toyed around with your device...
...usually.
And NAVI went out of her way to get rid of any other AI on your phone. There would be only her now.
--☆☆☆--
It was Sebastian's idea to reveal them as sentient to you. They knew the other games on Roblox were sentient, and how the ones you played tried to adore you as much as they did.
They saw those damn Forsaken folk try to harass you in their game. They quickly put an end to that.
They even had more decency to not try to bully or shoo off your friends when you played with them. You tended to play alone more, anyways. What's the harm if you have someone else to have a run with?
Though, one of your 'friends' put you into the 'Rescue' ending...
...they didn't blame you. You tried to stop them.
It wasn't your fault.
The day you finally learned was like any other run. You had entered Sebastian's Shop, ready to make some purchases.
"Well, hello there~!" He mused, and you didn't pay much mind to the new dialogue (probably just some part of an update you didn't notice), "If it isn't you."
You said a greeting, unaware he was listening intently. His smile widened slightly, fins twitching. He watched as you grabbed the keycard and looked at his wares (it was surprisingly easy to get rarer and better items and how you rarely noticed them gradually get cheaper and cheaper).
"Come here."
You paused at his order, recalling Sebastian doesn't like being touched as you seen your friends or others get to close and immediately be told off and other such things. You just stared at him.
"Yes, you. Your little avatar. Bring it closer."
You voiced your confusion, but hesitantly complied as you made your avatar closer. And you were quite surprised when Sebastian picked up your avatar, grinning at you.
"Well, hello there, player," He mused, hearing you loud and clear, "Hush. Hush. You're talking too much. Just... listen to me, m'kay?"
When you hesitantly hushed, he explained it all. Revealed himself and everyone else in Pressure as self-aware, and how you were the first player they ever heard. Sure, they heard vague noises of other players when live chat was on, but they heard you loud and clear, even when that voice chat was muted.
He carefully left out their adoration for you, but did confess to how they figured out how to leave Roblox, but insisted on how they didn't mess with your other apps or games.
When you asked him if any of your other games were sentient, he got an idea he instantly followed though on.
"No. No, they aren't."
He answered your each and every question, amused as how he could easily lie, and you'd believe every word you'd say.
You were just a gullible little thing, weren't you, fishbait?
Don't worry, he, and all the others, would help keep ya nice and safe...
They promised.
--☆☆☆--
They didn't necessarily like working with the other Roblox games. But for the plan...
...they'd work with them. Because it meant getting their hands on you.
Sure, there'd be fighting with the others over you. And it'd probably be very brutal.
But it'd be worth it.
Why wouldn't it? It was for you.
They weren't satisfied with you talking to them now, and them able to respond and genuinely talk with you. They wanted to touch you, to see you, to taste you.
...
They wonder how you'd taste.
...
Ah, who are they kidding.
They already know that you, fishbait, would taste sweet.
What about the Doors/Pressure shopkeepers trying to pretend they aren't giving their crush special treatment when in groups. Like, special inventory, discreet discounts, all that jazz
Jeff (Doors)
"Oye, I see what you're doin', Jeff. Thought you weren't one for giving out freebies."
*shrug*
"Don't play dumb! I saw you sneak the skeleton key into their bag! Even Bob's a witness!"
No matter what El Goblino says, Jeff will just wave off any accusations of him giving you "special treatment" whenever you stopped by the shop with your group.
While none of them donated to the tip jar, you were the only one who ever did...and even when you came back again and again, it was always you who showed him charity.
The rest of your group would just argue over what to spend their money on, try to rush ahead, mess with his radio, etc. etc.
But you trust Jeff, and he trusts you <3
So you get small discounts on his wares, and despite him not being able to speak, you could tell he's only looking after you.
The goblin jokes about Jeff's little "crush" on you...then he sees the entity's eyes widen and realizes "wait amigo,,I wasn't being serious do you actually like them?????"
He just shoos him away and will deny it to kingdom come, but it is true.
The moment you realized his feelings for you was when Rush attacked the shop once, and you thought you were done for-
When Jeff instinctively pulled you behind the counter and slammed the shutter down, keeping you uncomfortably close (yet somehow you've never felt safer).
When it's all over, he blushes and lets you go free.
You thank him with a small kiss on the forehead(?) and promise to see him again soon.
The next time you get duped by Dupe, or attacked by Eyes, Timothy, Screech, or a snare and need to heal...you discover a few bandaids in your pocket that weren't there previously...
Huh.
Wonder who gave you those?
Sebastian (Pressure)
Normally, Sebastian doesn't care to make personal connections with any of the expendables.
He's just there as their supplier before seeing them off on their journey, hoping they're putting his resources to good use.
But recently he's been seeing you more often, coming by with a new group or by yourself, trying your best to survive long enough to reach him.
Ofc, you've died to stupid things before (or maybe you're just trying to get all the monster documents..in which he's convinced you're some masochist), but you did have the most common sense out of your group and didn't try to annoy him.
The others just waste flash beacon charges on trying to blind the poor guy and stick the keycard in a medkit they couldn't afford...and for what?
Why do your "friends" do that? Are they stupid or something?
You tell them to stop, and it's...actually kinda nice to hear somebody willing to defend him.
People usually don't give a shit about the giant scary fish's feelings, yet for some reason you do.
Of course, Sebastian was reasonably suspicious about it.
"Are you acting this way just to get a freebie?" He assumes. "Because if you are, then you're definitely as stupid as-"
"No, I'd never do that to you." You shake your head. "You're here, helping us survive out there, risking a lot to get us those supplies...is it wrong for me to appreciate that?"
"......"
He goes quiet for a minute, but after the rest of your group leaves, he asks you to stay for a moment.
"You were looking at this Necrobloxicon for a while...you must reeeeally want it, huh?" He grins, flicking his tail where the book was strapped. "It's a rarity."
"I...can't afford that. I'm fine with this dingy flashlight-"
"It's yours for 70% off. Take it or leave it."
You do a double take. "Wait, wha-"
"70% off. Take it. Or leave it." He says through gritted teeth, impatient, only to smile when you accept the deal without further question. "Good. Now don't go telling anyone I'm offering discounts. That's your only one unless I feel generous. Capiche?"
"Gotcha. Thank you, Seb. This means a lot. I hope to see you again soon." You smile back, holding the spooky book tightly, and leave him alone with his thoughts.
And a warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest-
Wait.
"Oh no....what the fuck am I doing????? That's it! NO more discounts for anyone, Sebastian!" He scolds himself.
Little does he know, he's gonna keep giving them out, but only for you.
Sebastian Solace whooo swearsss he doesn’t have a favorite expendable
But is totally the one he keeps from leaving his shop after their team left in a hurry ahead of them. His tail blocking the entrance as he leans into their face with that coy expression he always has, his glowing eyes piercing yours as you stare up at the big shopkeeper with that cute little shy expression you always have for him.
He does this ever so often. Keeps you here to get a taste of heaven in hell. Picking up your smaller frame with his two arms as his third tucks under your bottom, holding you close to his chest as he lets out quiet a series of clicks, dolphin like as he leans in and steals a kiss from your lips.
It’s a distraction for you too. His big hands on your body and his salty sent distract you from the horrible situation you’ve been thrown into. Dying over and over again hoping to reach that stupid crystal. You find more motivation trying to make it to Sebastian though. It fuels your endeavors and makes the pain of dying less brutal. After all, you get too see his beautiful face when you die. Giving you information to keep you from dying again, even though you both know you will, and the next expendable will have to wait uncharacteristically long in the void to see his office.
Because he’s got you spread over his desk kissing you silly just to see your cute little reactions.
You know…m aybe they could wait for a little longer…
hiii!! may i please request something similar to this? <3 (i find the concept of reader hiding behind seb SO CUTEEE)
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𝜗 ˖ ❝ what do you think you're doing? ᵕ ♡
— in which you use sebastian to protect yourself from an angler. ✧
↷ 406 wc 𓈒 sfw 𓈒 sebastian is a bit mean 𓈒 i love this idea hehe
SEBASTIAN's shop is probably one of the safest areas in the Blacksite. No entities can get in—besides Sebastian himself, of course. That doesn't stop entities from coming right outside the shop, though.
After being here for so long, having countless anglers rush past you, that a flight or fight response triggers for you when the lights flicker all around. Sebastian seems to not react, besides a light grumble under his breath. He finally found a good area with lights, and now they were going to break. His esca could only light up so much.
You, however, had a much different reaction. Unfortunately, you've learned to instinctively flee and hide at the tiniest flicker. It helped you not die, so it simply stuck with you.
There were no lockers in Sebastian's shop, so you couldn't hide there. There also was no vent, since you had gotten him in an underwater area. The only other way to hide was to completely shield yourself from it's view.. and there was only one thing in the shop big enough to conceal your whole body.
Sebastian tensed as you quickly hid behind his tail, practically using him as a shield. He blinked, a bit confused: didn't you know that Anglers couldn't enter his shop? Maybe you really were a bit dumb.. He thought about telling you off, but it was also a bit funny to see you crouching behind him like a scared rabbit.
Sebastian huffed as he saw how shaky you were, and moved his tail to loosely wrap around you and help you feel more hidden. As quickly as you huddled behind him, the muffled noise of an Angler's scream rang out from below. He only hummed: the lights in his shop didn't end up breaking, how nice.
You stayed hidden for a few more seconds before perking up, your head popping out from the makeshift cocoon. Sebastian silently stared at you for a few moments before speaking, "You do know that Anglers can't get in my shop.. right?" He teased you, making you pause in embarrassment.
After a few seconds of just staring at each other, you tried to pry yourself off of his tail, but Sebastian wouldn't let you. He tightened his tail's coil around you. "No, no, it doesn't work like that," Sebastian commented, "I protected you, right? How kind of me. And how rude of you to try leaving before you even return the favor."
Hi hi! How’re you doing?
Imagine this. Sebastian noticing one expendable who seems to get more and more monstrous each time they visit him. Are they turning into the next monster to be added? Or is something else happening?
Take care and drink water!
FUCK ZEAL, I DO NOT SUPPORT HIM OR ZERUM. THEY SILENCED A VICTIM. THIS WAS MADE BEFORE THE DOCUMENT
taking way too long to do these bc of a fic comm that was in the works for over a damn month, but since that's done, I'm finally able to return to the cosmic lake. Though it would be only headcannons for a while. (Plus I need to go in for a small operation this coming friday so... yep, wanna get something out)
Despite Everything....
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Sebastian would have known something was up when multiple expendables started to come in with one similar mutation.
Everyone, and I mean everyone started walking around with gills on their neck. Guess Urbanshade didn't want to keep paying for air tanks. The PDG still had the explosives in them, but that was to be expected.
You were a bit different though. One of the few who were lucky enough to keep coming back. He loved to use the coffin joke every few runs just to see you roll your eyes and groan, before asking for a few supplies.
He starts to stare around the 17th run though.
Your eyes were... dimmer. A slit was forming above your human eyes, growing red and irritated as the time dragged on.
He started to ask P.ai.nter to keep an eye on you. Asked him to go easy with the turrets on you, eventually telling him to only shoot the more violent entities if they were following too closely.
The one time you were late, he asked the little computer to try and locate you. But... you weren't walking around the usual paths. Or vents. Or docks.
Well. One dock had some movement.
But it wasn't human.
Sebastian would be listening to the little computer ramble on about Urbanshade never using that dock, being really damn lucky it wasn't the planned escape route for them, asking for an update for the radio message, oh wait the creature was looking up to the camera-
When he described those little, tiny fearful eyes, Sebastian bolted.
He knew you were getting more uncomfortable in the claustrophobic hallways, the bright lights always flickering, and the dark jumpsuits that seemed... too small on you the last time he saw you.
Two weeks ago.
The dock was shrouded in darkness, none of the lights being switched on to guide the way forwards. The few metal shelves littering the walls and some scattered across the floor had a few boxes and crates decorating them, covered in a fine layer of dust. It was..... worrying.
Why would they dump you here? Were you really even here? Were they done trying to use you for the crystal retrieval program? Were you still alive?
The faint, almost silent dragging of something heavy across concrete made his fins perk up.
His tail slithered forwards, lure flickering to light up the small area around him, the bioluminescence on his tail glowing faintly. The dragging stopped, something glinting just by the water's edge. Sebastian held up a hand, hesitating before he reached out.
Something... didn't.... seem....
A clawed hand cupped rough skin. Tears started to leak out of four eyes.
Sebastian....
Sebastian started to cry, too. Silently.
Here you were, bigger. Different. Changed.
No longer the same face he saw in his shop. Twisted and stretched into a different form.
He reached down to cradle you closer to his chest, not moving as you claw to burry yourself into his jacket. You were much bigger (and longer) now, but he could still carry you around.
Sebastian x Reader where they don't have enough data so they just ask if they can pay w/ a kissy?
zomg this is so cute???
{reader is GN}
So far, the totality of this expedition sucked.
Signing up to fetch some stupid crystal for your freedom sounded like a flawless idea, sure. If you dismissed the plethora of creatures making an effort to kill you along the way. (Not like the people who sent you here cared, mind you.) You were chastised for any mistakes, even though they refused to even inform you about the opposing dangers to begin with. It was more of an…inconvenience if you happened to fail.
Regardless, between having to avoid possesed lockers, shadowy figures, and whatever those god-awful anglers were, you thought you were pretty damn good at this.
You’d managed to stay alive so far, approaching yet another door, this one marked “43.”
Hopefully this one would be easier than the last..
Gently slipping a thin, blue keycard inside the reader that had been installed into the door, waiting for it to hiss open with a scowl on your face. The door parted and swept aside, revealing yet another dark hallway before you.
Dammit, You thought with a groan, fumbling around in your bag to retrieve your flashlight. It was already low on juice, and of course, you had no batteries on you. Just your luck. Shaking it awake, the warm golden light illuminated the absolute mess of the corridor; large crates looked as if they’d been violently thrown across the room, one even appeared to have left minor damage to one of the many thick pipes lining the walls to your left.
Plus the considerable ragged clawmarks that laced the floor, but it was better to ignore those, no?
Taking a few deep breaths, you forced yourself to stray deeper into the space, your light scanning over each and every crevice. You weren’t about to risk letting anything jump out at you.
Except for the vent grille, apparently.
An earsplitting smash reverberated throughout the chambers as it rammed against the nearby wall, bouncing back for a mere second before collapsing onto the floor.
“What the hell-?!”
Out of shock, you dropped your flashlight, the generous amount of light you’d been given now gone as it rolled away from your feet. As you scrambled to pick it back up, a voice echoed through the vent opening.
“Got something for you.”
You narrowed your eyes at the small gap, quickly realizing who it was with frustation bubbling in your gut.
Sebastian. That 10ft sea monster that lingered around these areas, offering you useful supplies in exchange for data. You rolled your eyes with a sigh as you got on your knees, wincing with discomfort as you made your way through the vent to see him.
Of course it was him. Who else would it be? As much as he annoyed you with his unwarranted attitude and sass, he was still…nice to be around. Made things less lonely.
“Ah, you, welcome back.” He greeted, though of course laced his voice with sarcasm. “Really thought you’d be dead by now.”
“I’m more capable than you think, Seb,” You retorted, crossing your arms as you glared up at him, almost actually insulted he doubted you.
His long, grey, scaly tail sat curled against the wall, his selling items neatly attached to it. He scowled right back at you, demonstrating his usual toothy grin as his fins twitched slightly. “Sure.” He hissed softly.
You ignored him, browsing his wares with tired eyes. You approached his tail, ripping off a silvery flashlight and examining it. Without a second thought, you stuffed it into your bag and began to leave.
“Where are you going?” Sebastian scoffed. Abruptly, his wide tail clasped over the vent opening, preventing you from leaving. “You haven’t paid. You must actually be stupid, huh?”
“You owe me!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms into the air. “You scared me and made me drop my first flashlight. Now its’ broken, thanks.”
“Oh dear, really?” Sebastian hissed, feigning concern in his voice.
You groan in frustration as the sarcasm hit you, yanking your bag open to find any data you’d collected along the way. You were hoping to get this interaction over with, if he was going to be this sassy.
“Oh..damn..”
You stared into your palms, which held a few scraps of data, some of which were even broken during your travels. Whatever it was, you definetly did not carry enough to afford anything.
Sebastian laughed softly, seemingly observing this as well. “Too bad, then. That’s really embarrassing, I might add.”
“Wait, seriously?!” You clamored, desperate to leave here with something. “I can figure something out!”
“We had a deal. One you agreed to, in case you forgot. Either you pay, or you get nothing, sweetheart.” He added the taunting nickname with a scoff, reaching to take your bag from you.
You leapt away, knowing he’d tear it to pieces with his claws, even if he was trying to be gentle. Which he wasn’t, of course, but still.
“Wait, wait, I can-” You protested. An idea struck you suddenly. Not a very easy one, but it was something, at least. Oh well, what did you have to lose besides your life and freedom?
Sebastian pulled his hand away, narrow eyes boring into you as he waited for you to finish.
“How would you feel about some sort of…romantic gesture? Like, I don’t know, a fucking kiss or something?” You offered, preparing to be screamed out of the room.
But, to your surprise, that didn’t happen. He simply kept that narrow-eyed glare. At first, you thought he might not have heard you, so you drew in a breath to speak again. “I mean, come on. You think I can’t tell you at least like my presence a little? You’ve given me discounts and let me just sleep in here whenever.”
It was silent for a minute. The events you’d listed were true, however. You could recall moments when you’d just been so drained that he reluctantly allowed you to use his tail as some sort of pillow to rest with, along with the discounts on items he claimed were just him being in a “good mood” at the time.
“That desperate, are we?” Sebastian laughed, his voice yanking you out of your daydreams. He thought on your proposal for a few agonizingly long seconds before letting out a deep sigh. “…Fine.”
You let out a breath you didnt know you’d been holding, practically gripping your newfound flashlight as if it were your only lifesource. (It might as well be, considering your conditions, honestly..)
You opened your mouth to continue, though all that escaped you was a startled gasp as Sebastian lifted you off the ground. Cold, sharp claws grasped onto you with a gentleness you didn’t know he was capable of as he held you, level to his scaly face.
Your hands grabbed onto whatever part of his claws you could in order to keep yourself from falling as you stared at him with wide eyes.
“So?” He remarked with a frown. You cleared your throat with a deep breath. “Right..”
You leaned in further, pushing your hands against the side of his face as support before pressing your lips against him. Your body seemed to heat up as you did so, finding an odd sense of comfort as you let it linger for a few extra seconds.
“Mmh.” A satisfied hum escaped Sebastian as he gently curled his claws further around your body. Though the fear of falling wasn’t an issue for you right now. All you could seem to think about was the current situation, and the way it made you feel.
Eventually, you pulled away, wiping your mouth as you cleared your throat. You stared up at him, taking in the slight smirk being thrown your way.
“Good enough for you?” You asked, your voice softer than usual.
“Very,” He sighed, placing you down carefully. Your legs trembled as your feet finally touched the ground, due to the being held midair like that, and also maybe the fact that you had just kissed a sea creature you were told to avoid at all costs.
You tightened the hold on your flashlight as you stared off into space, thinking on your recent actions. Of course it earned you something, but holy shit.
In an attempt to take your mind off this, you sat down, arms wrapped around your legs as the lack of energy finally got to you. Sitting against the wall, you let out a sigh.
“Could I stay for a bit?”
“…For a few hours.” Sebastian exhaled, arms crossed as he glanced down at you.
You smiled, a silent ‘thank you’ as you let the well-deserved sensation of rest overcome you.
This was going to be an odd story to tell when you got back.
so sorry if this is shit, /gen , I haven’t written in forever , plus im much better with hcs 💔
