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antiheroinesque · 3 months ago

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🐈‍⬛ # my roleplaying information.

· hey, hi, hello! my name is sans and it is so nice to meet you, i hope you're having a wonderful day :) i am laying these all out here so that we can be on the same page.

· ABOUT ADMIN: i use she/her and i am a legal adult -> born in 2005. you can reach out to me via my pers/onal blogs or you can check out my other socials on my carrd.

· SOME BACKGROUND ABOUT ME: i have been roleplaying practically my entire life starting from when i was a wee old child on this site called quotev. in may of 2024, quotev straight up deleted the feed, leaving my friends and i no choice but to migrate elsewhere. as of now, i still struggle with feeling comfortable on a different site, but i'm still branching out and adapting to the best of my ability. i also would like to add that my schedule is sporadic, i am exclusively running everything on my phone since i can't afford a new laptop at the moment, and i genuinely struggle to keep up with replying and my to-do lists as i deal with executive dysfunction; if i seem unorganised, that is because i am all over the place and i get overwhelmed easily. your patience is always appreciated.

· ROLEPLAYING MEDIUM: i roleplay via discord primarily, but i am also trying out tumblr and twitter, and i am open to writing my replies via google docs.

# discord: i find this the best for myself, personally, it works great for both long-form descriptive threads as well as script style shenanigans. i roleplay via personal one-on-one servers using tupper bots (not necessary btw if you don't use tuppers), normally, but with my friends, i am willing to roleplay via their musing servers and any common roleplaying servers we're in. however, i don't think i feel comfortable sharing my discord with people i barely know just yet, so if we meet on tumblr, we'll be roleplaying via tumblr.

# tumblr: i will be writing characters via their respective primary blogs.

· WRITING STYLE: i can do both descriptive and script, although i usually prefer the former for proper threads and the latter for crack roleplays, but i can do descriptive script too. and just so we're on the same page:

this is script. ( she typed. )

( and if she stretched this out for several paragraphs, that'd become descriptive script. )

“and this is descriptive,” she added.

FURTHERMORE i roleplay in full lowercase on purpose. i write in third person perspective using british english spelling.

· WRITING LENGTH: pretty flexible with this, my writing length can vary from a few sentences to several novella-length paragraphs.

· TO MY ROLEPLAY PARTNERS: i will never require my roleplay partners to match my length, reply punctually, or stick to threads unwillingly: the point of roleplaying is to have fun, and i want my roleplay partners to feel comfortable and thrive.

· BASIC ETIQUETTE APPLIES: mutual respect and decency are always appreciated; harassment, plagiarism, bigotry of any form, etc. are not.

· SHIPPING: my muses are generally multi-ship and open for shipping unless stated otherwise. with that being said, i prefer to take things slowly and prioritise irp chemistry as i find it awkward to write pre-established romances no matter what. if our muses cannot vibe as friends, then they are not suitable to be lovers. romantic shipping is not of extreme priority to me, and i do not write smut, ever.

· EXCLUSIVITY: i do not have hard or fast rules for this, honestly, it's a case by case situation for me and i'd discuss this with my roleplay partners individually. i do not feel comfortable writing out the lists of connections my muses have, i am so sorry. in general, i am willing to interact with a variety of characters especially for non-serious and no-strings-attached roleplays, but there are some characters who are my mains/exclusives that i will not repeat out of respect to my roleplay partners, most of whom aren't on tumblr so alas. i do not maintain exclusivity for face-claims, usually.

· INTERACTIONS: i am always down to interact with duplicates of my own canon muses! my roleplays are crossover friendly and oc friendly.

· PORTRAYALS: it depends on the characters, but normally, although i try to stay true to the canon sources, i will classify my canon portrayals as canon-divergent since i tend to cherry pick bits of canon i like, explore themes or ideas i find interesting, and infuse my headcanons into writings; my focus is to have fun and keep things fresh. my characters, both canon and originals, are also prone to retcons for those reasons stated.

· OTHER: not all of my characters will be a typical anti-heroine per se, but i still like this theme for them; it was either this or @.gaypeoplefactory lol

#[ 🅃🄷🄴 ᴬᴺᵀᴵ - 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐄 : ] admin speaks.#*rules #*roleplaying rules #*roleplaying guidelines #*roleplaying information #*roleplaying etiquette

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super-ion · 2 years ago

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“Have you ever been in love before?”

Either Jen or Emily to the other

Dale to Jen

(got one cooking in my brain for Jen/Emily, but it'll be a longer separate fic)

"Have you ever been in love before?" Dale asks out of nowhere.

We're on the roof of his workshop, watching the sunset together. It's kinda become our weekly ritual, hang out, drink a couple beers, and watch the sunset over the city together. Good, wholesome sibling bonding. We gotta make up for lost time, you know?

(it's byob for me, because he drinks the absolute worst swill and he refuses to touch the quality craft varieties, that's fine, whatever...)

"You mean before Emily?" I ask. He nods and I continue. "No, I don't think so. I mean, I think I thought I was, but that was just a fun mix of teen hormones and performative cisheteronormativity."

He snorts.

"What?" I demand.

"Your prom photo," he says and takes a swig from his can. "God, you looked so awkward that night. What was her name? Sam? Sally?"

"Summer," I reply. "Yeah, that was... a night..."

(I ended up crying in the bathroom, miserably jealous of all my female friends)

He's looking at the city, chewing on his lip. It's the exact expression he always had since he was a kid, when he wanted to ask a question, but didn't know how. I guess some things never change.

"Why do you ask?" I prod.

"I... how did you know?" he asks after a moment. "With Emily? How did you know she was the one?"

Huh... when exactly did my weird (probably creepy) infatuation become actual love?

"I dunno," I replied. "I guess it wasn't all at once, just sorta evolved. She accepts me for who I am, all the versions of me."

I've told him some details about our relationship, but not all. He doesn't know she's a former child superhero, for example. He does know that she knows my various identities and is cool with it.

"I think I've met someone," he says, shaking me out of my thoughts. "Or... Someones, I guess."

"Okay!" I reply excitedly. "Spill."

He blushes slightly.

"So, I'm on this Discord server," he says. "Diy maker stuff, you know? There's this one girl who's super cool. Like she's always helping people out, pointing out flaws in prototypes without being condescending. We started chatting directly and I felt like we were really clicking. And after I got my powers, I realize she's got the... you know, the vibe. Like she's one of us. I get super excited, because it's really cool we might have that in common."

He takes another swig.

"Then she meets someone."

Ah...

"He sounds really cool, the way she talks about him, and I'm honestly kind of jealous. Of him or her, I have no idea, still figuring that out. I was happy for her, I really was, but just kinda bummed. I end up on a couple dating sites and have just like... the worst dates ever, until one day this guy sends me a message. He and his girlfriend are thinking about maybe opening up and bringing a third person into their relationship. Sounds weird, but I'm down to just try it and see what happens."

"We meet up for dinner and there she is, his girlfriend is my friend from online. Insane coincidence, right? They're both really awesome and I feel like this could be something special. I mean, she's just as cool in person, but he's also really sweet and tender and stuff. A real gentleman, you know?"

He goes quiet and he's got this tiny little grin on his face.

"Oh!! My little brother is in love!" I tease.

He shoves my shoulder playfully.

"I don't know, I guess I might be."

"Oh my god, that's amazing," I tell him. "Wait, is it anybody I know?"

"Yeah, well, that's the other crazy coincidence," he says. "They're both in the wedding party."

I want to make it perfectly clear how insanely difficult it was to keep my smile from slipping in that moment.

"You... What??"

***

Forty minutes later, I'm practically kicking down the door of my house. Emily looks up at me from the couch in concern.

"Em! You're never going to believe who my brother is dating!!"

#ion & emily #transgender #bisexual #my writing #supervillain oc #superhero oc

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jujutsustraycats · 2 months ago

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Kirakira oh my gods. I will actually cry 🥹 you're like one of the few people I clicked so fast with, you were always so pleasant and nice to talk to, and so fucking talented and amazing and ilysm you're a goddess. My twin flame. We really should've been together irl 🥹🥹🥹

Going with the rest:

@someprettyname MY FIRST SISTER. DO YOU KNOW THE GODDAMN IMPACT YOU'VE HAD ON ME? We started talking over Rin and Nagi, and slowly went from Blue Lock to other topics too, and I swear, it's like we've always been siblings now. You're the reason I found all of the other friends I mention here, and I'm thankful to you for that. You're strong, smart, energetic, and really someone I can look up to in all terms. I love you, chechi, keep shining like a star.

@soleilonthesun You're the sunshine. Literally the sunshine. Your sweet, kind nature and the brightness that shines through even in messages is genuinely something refreshing and healing. Talking to you always leaves me with my heart feeling warm and whole, because you're so positive that it makes me feel less negative, too.

@melodiclune Where do I even begin. WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN. You're literally one of the most grounding figures I've ever had in my life (yes, not just online), and while we don't talk much right now, you're someone I hold so high in my heart because you're the version of myself I want to be, and I know I can completely open up to you. You've been there like a solid figure to return to, and I can only hope to repay that someday. You're amazing, kinder than you think, and someone I can truly see being close with in real life, too. You're also our beloved Rin, hehe.

@sharkissm It's literally so strange to think about that we were once sort of awkward friends through Kira and Ells, and now you're someone I message or see once at least every day. Literally the Bokuto to my Akaashi <3 and you're someone who deserves a lot more credit than you give yourself. You're a great friend and someone I can relax enough to speak with openly, and I cherish that.

@kuro-min what do I even say. WHAT DO I EVEN SAY. YOU WERE ANOTHER ONE OF MY FIRST FRIENDS HERE I REMEMBER. You were always so sweet and nice to talk to, I remember relaxing after getting to know you. It baffles me I used to be intimidated by you, because I thought you were cool. No longer intimidated, but you're one of the coolest people I've met, and I want you to know that most of us wouldn't even be this active on the server if it weren't for you.

@luvingshidou QUEEN. We don't talk much anymore, but I remember you, alongside Ells and Kira, being one of the first friends I had on the server, so you've touched my heart. You were one of the people who made me smile a lot, with your chill but friendly nature, and I'm glad to be your friend. I really hope we can talk more!

@i-am-so-strange It's not long that we've known each other, we don't talk much either, but you've genuinely made me feel safe in the short time we've properly talked to each other. And you're so fun to talk to! You are also another inspiring person I met, and I'm truly glad I got to meet you, because your friendship means a lot to me 🫶

And to the entirety of GFFC too, because you're an unforgettable team that has made me feel a lot more happier than I was before.

#tag games #reblog game #familia nami #mutuals #girlfriend fc #ish's favorites

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zumpietoo · 9 days ago

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Adding the link, as I drag the entire stupid, piece by piece....

This is Part I

The actor has been navigating a medical mystery privately for years. She’s finally ready to talk about it.

Errmmm......not remotely a "mystery" (she has a recurrent UTI, at most) and all she ever DOES is talk about it. In fact, if she put this much effort into, you know, her craft----or not being a total asshole on set, she wouldn't need to be here, inventing rare tropic diseases to justify her stalling career and shitty behavior....

If you’re one of Lili Reinhart’s more than 34 million social media followers, you’re probably familiar with the actor’s warm, but firm, social presence. She’s like your witty, charismatic big sister who’s as confident commanding an audience at the White House as she is taking down bullies in her comments section or speaking directly to her followers about mental health. Reinhart knows her audience—and isn’t afraid to advocate for them, or herself.

Ummm.....PP's pretty frosty, so not "warm" and by "firm" does Julrat mean also icy or just pure "asshole"?

PP isn't remotely "witty", cuz she's a fucking stoned dullard---and "big sister"? Love the admittance she's getting olddd.....and attempting to rope that in...and OML, she didn't "command an audience", she attended some stupidity with aides about SM.....

So her fighting with teenage nobodies who dare dissent from cult think is now a good thing? I sure am lots today.

Annnddd.....once again, PP advocates her "spirituality", i.e. joining her cult....tho, it would appear, that's no longer a thing...but yes, she does know her creepy dittoheads, but she only "advocates" for herself....

When I meet her at the Cara Restaurant in Los Angeles in early November 2024, Reinhart exudes a warmth I immediately recognize from her TikTok—she goes in for a hug the second I stand to greet her. Reinhart tells me she didn’t wear much makeup today because she knew she would end up in tears. “I was going to say to you the moment I walked in, ‘I hope you’re okay with crying,’” she says. “In my private life, when I cry, I really cry. That’s not something that’s very socially acceptable, as we know as women. We don’t fucking cry in public because it’s uncomfortable. But I knew I was going to cry today, and I didn’t feel nervous about it.”

Yes, her shallow, snide, mean girling tiktok exudes "warmth", I love how this opens with already working overtime, hardddddd.....and how amazingly fantastic it is that PP can't contain herself and now the poor server is gonna have a painfully awkward shift.

Dude, have this hack at you mcmansion in the burbs or rent a hotel suite/meeting room. Eeesshhh......

Also WHY she's crying:

We’re meeting in the afternoon on Thursday, November 7—the day after the 2024 presidential election was called for Donald J. Trump. Reinhart hasn’t been shy about letting her followers know exactly where she stands politically; on election eve, as Trump, someone who’s been found liable for sexual abuse, won state after state, Reinhart showed support for SA survivors. “I think these young men clearly have the wrong role model, and abusers are being rewarded,” she tells me. (Reinhart has previously talked about her own abuse from a male colleague in her teen years, though she’s avoided naming him.)

Actually, PP's the least political active/aware member of the Plaiderdale cast....and second most conservative after KokeJ. Additionally, she's making our country's (and actually, the world's) misery (and over lots moar than just Trump being a rapist) entirely about herself.

For Reinhart—and millions of other grieving Americans, including this author—defining the first week of November 2024 as triggering is an understatement. But the fact that we’re meeting on this particular day is just a cruel coincidence: Reinhart has been privately dealing with a debilitating, hard-to-pin-down health issue over the past four years. She says her doctors suspect that she has an autoimmune disease (though they’re not sure which one exactly) that’s causing several painful symptoms, or she may be dealing with the aftereffects of a previous infection.

Oh good fucking lord, OFC this bimbo used "triggering".....and we no make it entirely about PP's endless self-diagnosis and ladypain...and it's been waaayyyyy longer than 4 years, dude. And most assuredly NOT private. And now "suspect"? Funny how she keeps claiming diagnosis, yet that hasn't happened.....

Love the admittance of "after effects"----yes, she had a UTI, she didn't finish her antibiotics, it keeps popping back up. Also, as I read this....I just realiced something else.....this starts to sound a LOT like somebody doctor shopping for painkillers...

Reinhart has been facing this frustrating situation privately, but decided to share it publicly now for a very personal reason: At the time of this interview, her grandmother had recently been diagnosed with stage IV ovarian cancer. Reinhart says her grandmother received a diagnosis after months of uncertainty and advocacy on her own behalf. She says her grandmother’s doctors initially attributed her symptoms to old age. Fighting for care has been something Reinhart has found herself consumed with in recent years too.

Yes, the same grandma she'd last bothered herself with seeing, for a hot 6 hours, 7 years agooooo.....way, yet again, to co-opt everything for yourself and your ladypain, PP. And by "frustrating", pretty sure you mean "won't give me pain meds".

Also, quite a few symptoms of ovarian cancer wouldn't correlate with "old age", would absolutely be a cause for alarm (e.g. post menopausal vaginal bleeding) and stage 4 survival rate can be comparatively high. And it can progress pretty slowly, so her grandma was likely stage 4 already (certainly stage 3) before seeking diagnosis....it's something that can go on for years.

“This is where the emotions are going to come out,” she tells me as her eyes start to well, her voice breaking a bit. “I’m here and I’m talking about my health because of my grandma, who is very currently dying, tomorrow or Saturday. I’m literally on standby for her passing away. My drive here, I’m texting with my mom about a funeral next week.

The funeral you didn't go to, but instead yammered about your skin care line? Also, why TF are you in Hollywood, whimpering to a gymrat? If you're so fucking devoted, why aren't you in Ohio, by her bedside, saying "good-bye" in person, you self-serving asshole?

Though Reinhart’s physical health, and her quest for answers surrounding it, has taken precedence in recent years, she’s long been dealing with mental health struggles too—she’s had depression and anxiety since she was a teen. She experienced her first panic attack in the eighth grade. “I just remember being in my school bathroom, sitting in the stall. I think what my body naturally was trying to do was just catch its breath,” she recalls. “I remember it feeling like a sudden sense of dread.”

School continued to be a common site for those episodes. “It was triggered, I think, by social anxiety, and by feeling very trapped at school,” she explains. “I spent many a year in school going to the bathroom often to sit in the stall and use the toilet paper as tissue, and breathe, try to breathe.”

Reinhart started pursuing an acting career in childhood—something her parents supported, driving her the eight hours from Ohio (where she grew up) to New York City for open casting calls. “I just felt like this young girl with a big dream that was nearly impossible,” Reinhart says. “I was surrounded by people who just didn’t get me. I also think people knew that I was an actor, and it made me feel like an outcast because there was, I think, a perception of, ‘Oh, she must think she’s better than us,’ because I’m trying to be an actor, which is this glitzy and glamorous thing in my small town.

I always loooovvvveee how her narrative fully contradicts itself and here we have it fully demonstrated....and also note the entire "I was always sooooo speshul and not like OTHER girls".....

Dude, you weren't in a "small town", you were in a bourgeois suburb of Cleveland. And, OFC, if you were that painfully crippled by social anxiety, the LAST thing you'd be able to do is go on auditions, let alone work on sets for weeks, etc.

“Once you got to know me, I was definitely bubbly and funny, but I was socially anxious and shy, and it was hard for me to make friends,” she continues. “So I kind of would just choose to isolate myself, and I think it made school really hard for me.”

Umm....that's LOTS of people, again, not speshul, PP....maybe "school was hard", because you sucked academically and your teachers failed to see your speshulness? Ditto the other kids? (side note: I spent the bulk of my childhood horribly bullied at school, so did my daughter----I know what it looks like. She isn't describing it. At all).

Whenever Reinhart felt a panic attack coming on, she’d try her best to keep things from boiling over and would “look up at the sky” and try to “blink the tears away.” She’d also sometimes pinch the skin between her thumb and forefinger (a stress-relieving tactic she’d heard about at the time). “That shit doesn’t work. It didn’t work for me, at least.”

In seventh grade, Reinhart was so miserable that she begged her parents to let her stay home from school (or even be homeschooled); at that point, she says, “they couldn’t ignore” that she was having mental health problems. They took Reinhart to see a therapist and a psychiatrist, who put her on an antidepressant.

"I am seeewww speshul that one common stress reduction technique didn't work for meeee!!!"

Also, look at the contradictory timeline......had her first panic attack in 8th grade, but now it's 7th and she already was in therapy and on meds.

Despite how dogged Reinhart was about chasing her dreams, her mental health struggles occasionally threatened to thwart that pursuit. “When I would tape auditions, the note would be like, ‘Can you have more energy?’” she says. “I’m, like, 16, I should have energy, and I didn’t. I think it was definitely due to the depression. But it was also, looking back, due to the medication.” (Fatigue can be a side effect of both depression and the drugs that treat it.)

Ever think that was simply that particular casting agent wasn't impressed with you? Alsooooo, at 16? You actually were booking a fair amount of shit. It just wasn't the shit you wanted to book and we see the beginnings of rationalizing why your career wasn't quite as strong as you wanted.....and the seeds of why she no longer takes her meds, I seeeee....

Reinhart moved to LA at 18 knowing no one, but her first stint in Hollywood was short-lived—she left just six months later. “I was living in a shared house with a bajillion people, which is really hard,” she recalls. “I was kind of secluded in my little bedroom, and I didn’t have a car here. I was so depressed and anxious, I was throwing up every night and having panic attacks…. That was really where my depression and anxiety was starting to affect my physical health,” she notes. “Then, years later, it would get a hell of a lot worse.”

Umm....she'd done several films with fairly big name/connected peeps at this point---and had an established relationship with an agent. Plus:

A) you supposedly had crippling social anxiety, how you were able to ANY of this is a mystery

B) why would you thusly opt for that as a living arrangement?

C) So, literally, you were having to live the express life EVERY person who heads to tinsel town for stardumb has done and couldn't handle not being speshul.

She returned home for six months, went to therapy, saved up some money, and then decided to try LA again. A month after returning, at 19, she got her big break: the role of Betty Cooper on Riverdale, a TV show inspired by the Archie Comics universe that would develop a cult following.

I actually now suspect she knew she was gonna be cast and that's WHY she returned. Also, apparently, during those 6 months, she and Amy fought non-stop. Love the bad Hollywood style editing here....

The fatigue Reinhart had dealt with for years was difficult to manage as she put in days on set that could go as long as 16 hours. “It was really hard to keep up, but I did,” she explains. “I didn’t have a choice, and I’ve always just showed up and done my job.”

You also talked about it nonstop in interviews and actually, everything was entirely your choice, because this was the career you chose....knowing, full well, it could be like this. And, while on set, you had a trailer with a nice bed to nap on. Duuuuddeee....(and again, note this is to justify why she was such a bitchy nightmare).

While filming Riverdale’s fifth season in Vancouver, Reinhart had what she describes as a “bad” case of COVID-19. “Post-COVID, my fatigue was getting extreme,” she says, and her doctor grew concerned. “She was like, ‘Your chronic fatigue is suspicious, and you’re sleeping for 13 hours on the weekend when you can and taking naps. This isn’t normal.’”

Actually, see above and you've always bragged about napping/sleeping all the fucking time. AND......thanks for admitting there WAS Covid, on set....and season 5 was when you and Cole broke up for good and you were a fucking basket case/nutbar all season....and peeps with long Covid have expressed that.

Reinhart has tested positive for COVID three times in total and suspects she had it one additional time. With each infection, she says, her symptoms got more severe—and her fatigue kept getting worse. She says she’s had “vials and vials” of blood extracted over the years to figure out what’s going on. Her doctors have tried to rule out some autoimmune diseases, with no definitive answers. There are more than 100 different kinds of autoimmune diseases, and it takes an average of 4.6 years to get a diagnosis, per a study from the American Autoimmune Related Disease Association.

Ummmm......again, so have lots of people and.....again, nothing new here about your activity. Also, funny how this corresponds with her self-diagnosing herself, repeatedly, no? It's as, again, she's looking to be speshul by having a rare, tropic disease.....and for each one, once the novelty wears off/it equals not fun lifestyle changes, etc? She majjjikkkally no longer has it.

Also, since you don't take public transportation/work in an office, maybe your slutting around isn't the best move? And you should stop with the super spreadering????

TBC.......

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euro-travel-writing · 1 year ago

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November 12, 2023

First Meeting In Real Life

After the Pandemic began I looked for many ways to form connections because I wasn't seeing my friends every day. Through some magical twist of fate I found a fiction blog series that I really enjoyed that just so happened to have a Discord server. When I first joined the server I was overwhelmed, it was my first time chatting online with strangers and it was a lot of people to keep track of and talk to but I became close with a few people and in the following years formed real friendships with them. One of these people I got to meet this weekend. This friend, A, lives in the Netherlands and when we first met in the airport it was amazing, we hugged and said hello, it was like meeting an old friend. (Later we talked about how long we have known each other and it has been nearly three years) Later though, after the initial excitement faded to the background I experienced what Alain De Botton talks about in The Art of Travel " I had inadvertently brought myself with me". I am at heart a very awkward person and it seems like it is two fold when meeting and hanging out with a close friend for the first time ever. So in the background of having an absolutely fantastic weekend I was always worried about making a good impression or saying the right thing because unlike on Discord you can't go back and edit what you say out loud if you realize you said something wrong. But being myself is also what led us to becoming friends in the first place and I am sure she realized that I am a little odd before we met in person. My general love of fantasy was a good thing, especially when we went to Efteling, a fairytale theme park. It was an amazing experience and afterward I got to see a bit of how A was also worried about making a good impression because she was relieved when I told her I really liked the park. I know we all bring ourselves with us everywhere that we go but I'm not sure we always realize everyone else does as well.

#travel writing

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sailxrmxrs · 3 years ago

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hello i have blooming panic brainrot and this is the only way i could get some of my thoughts n feelings out of my head. do i have other things i should be working on? yes. is that going to stop me from writing this? absolutely not ignore ur responsibilities kids it's fun. i also wrote this with my cat cuddled next to me so i'm blessing ur day with cat love. also i haven't written fanfics on tumblr in a hot minute pls be nice to me i am fragile x

Mornings with Quest were usually too fast-paced to truly appreciate the moment with one another, responsibilities and office jobs looming on the horizon as you moved in sync. It was a dance of two bodies rushing about the kitchen, coffee poured and toast prepared for a quick meal before rushing out the door to drive for a day or working away at a desk. There was comfort in the routine, the companionship of sharing lives with another so closely. But there was no stopping the yearning for a momentary pause to real life, a chance to stop and truly savour the morning hours with someone you cared for so deeply.

But, after the long stretch of the working week passed, a blessing in the form of a weekend transcended upon the both of you. Alarms were abandoned, even staying up an hour or two later to truly make the most of the oncoming freedom. Then, as the sun began to rise, casting its golden rays and illuminating the world beneath it, you and Quest remained fast asleep, tangled in each other's embrace. A small gap in the curtain had light spilling into the room, painting the room in an orange haze as the sky slowly transformed from its inky midnight shades into a myriad of oranges and pinks, the slight tinge of darkness still lingering behind apartment buildings as the world slowly awoke.

Weekend mornings like this felt as though someone had managed to slow the clock, the world coming to a slow pace as you remained tucked under the warmth of copious blankets in Quest's embrace. His large build made you feel safe, at home, as though nothing and no one could come between the love that had blossomed from the moment you laid eyes on each other. It had taken you by surprise just how naturally everything came after meeting for the first time. There had been an underlying nervousness that maybe things wouldn't have worked after meeting each other. What if you looked different than through your discord calls? What if you couldn't talk for hours like you had for so many nights in the server? But the moment you heard those familiar dulcet tones calling after you, eyes meeting his, it had been instantaneous. The gentle care with which Quest gazed at you, held onto your hand, offered to carry your things. Then there was the way he'd made you laugh so effortlessly. Even as conversation abated and the two of you walked hand-in-hand down the city streets, it was never awkward. Silences felt cosy and comfortable. He was just so easy to be with. It often made you wonder how you'd ever thought your past relationships had been worth the time, when Quest looked at you as though you held the stars in your eyes and galaxies in your smiles.

Even in the haze of morning, as you opened your eyes to a bleary-eyed Quest, his smile was soft and gentle, filled to the brim with adoration. A hand would caress your cheek, pulling you out of your dream-filled slumber to the reality of the mid-morning hours. Quest's voice was the first you heard each morning, low and husky with the lingering tiredness that coated the sound. But that freshly awoken tone, lightly painted with a faint rasp was your favourite sound. It was home. He was home. And as the two of you lay there, the morning slowly passing by, all either of you could think of is how lucky you were to have this moment. This shared life with another being, souls bared to one another in the quiet morning light, only the far off sounds of birds chirping and cars passing by on the streets down below distantly sounding acting as the soundtrack to your morning.

Then once you've both fully awoken, relishing in the warmth of one another, your movements are synchronised as you change into comfortable clothes—uniform for a day in the apartment, no intentions of leaving or seeing anyone besides each other. You'd earned it, after all. Earned a day spent in each other's company. Perhaps you'd log in to the server to say hi but ultimately this was a day for you and Quest to catch up on missed activities together thanks to the demand of work. Quest unlocks his phone, connecting to the bluetooth speaker as he pulls up your shared playlist, full of songs that you both love, songs you overheard on dates, songs that reminded you of each other. It was the soundtrack to your happiest moments, your most intimate moments. And as you collected the ingredients for some pancakes, Quest would start singing along as he slice some fruits, poured juice, brewed a coffee or tea of choice. You'd join in, softly singing along so you could still listen to him. Then as you pick up the whisk from the counter, ready to mix the batter, a hand slides onto your waist, the other coming to your free hand as Quest continues to serenade you. He twirls you around the kitchen, breakfast momentarily forgotten. Your laughs filter into the music and singing, pure unadulterated joy as you chide Quest for his wandering hand. But it's times like this that you are glad you clicked on that link all that time ago, entering a completely unknown server only to meet the closest thing to a soulmate you'd find in this world.

And little did you know, Quest thought the exact same of you. He had never expected something like this could come from that server. Could happen to him after all that he had been through and seen. For so long he believed himself irredeemable of his past. Had come so close to writing off love and relationships and everything else that came with it. Who could love someone with a past like his? But you did. You saw him for all that he was—the good, the bad, and the pain that resided there. And you loved him. Truly, truly loved him. He looked into the depths of your eyes and saw a future. A shared future of eternal companionship. One that he still didn't entirely believe he deserved, but god was he going to appreciate it for the rest of his life.

#blooming panic #quest #blooming panic quest #quest x reader #i have brainrot and this is the only way i can get it out #also i really should be working on other things but OH WELL QUEST IS MORE IMPORTANT IG #blooming panic x reader #blooming panic fanfic #i apologise to the 8k of you still following this blog from my old fanfic days #ik this is a complete 180 from the old content but OH WELL ENJOY IT I GUESS #anna writes

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soft-boi-eli · 3 years ago

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OMG CAN I REQUEST CC!PHILZA INTRODUCING HIS ADOPTED EMO CHILD TO THE REST OF THE SBI/DSMP

Gender neutral pls they/them

Of course! I've been having a bit of shortages on ideas. So this is so fucking welcomed.

Anyways

Father CC!Philza x Emo! Reader

Pronouns:they/them

Summary:your old parents gave you up as a teen, overflowing you with emotions, causing depression, mood swings, and quite a bit of anxiety. When you got adopted by a man and a lady,both seemingly very kind and understanding. You felt happy. They didnt expect the sleepy bois to come and visit so soon.

Tw:anxiety attacks, mention of depression, loving clothes (not a tw but damn I sometimes miss my old fashion sense.), mention of trauma, swearing!

A huge new family

They dont blame their biological family. They knew that they were being overwhelming. Slowly shifting into a state of mind where fluffy black and colored hair was their favorite. Their outfits became more extravagant and their makeup took a turn for the darker. But they didnt have to put them up for adoption.

About a year in and out of foster families, a few months in an orphanage, then one more foster family. It was official. They were the new child of philza.

Your life got better. Both of them accepted your choice of clothes and makeup, even supported it!

They helped with everything in the first few weeks. Giving you space, letting you know that they were there. But you nor phil knew that three boys were heading down to visit.

So when you answered the door to see three faces demanding philza minecraft and one just looking awkward. They were also changing about him coming and join them you felt panic flood through you. Slamming the door on their face you held near your chest.

Your uneven breathing was heard by your father and he was quick to scoop you away from the door and have kristin answer the door.

He was sitting next to you hand lightly rubbing your shoulder and he guided you through the panic attack. "That's it. In through the nose. Hold it for a few second. Breathe out." His voice was calm.

It took less time to calm you down then you've ever had. "There ya go mate. Just keep breathing." He kept coaching you through you panic attack.

Kristen let the four in with their promise of keeping calm. Your shaking form brought major concern to the two older ones and confusion to the two younger ones. "(Y/n) I want to introduce you to the four behind us. Technoblade, wilbur, tommy, and tubbo. They are really good friends of mine." Nodding lightly you sat there, not wanting to turn because if you did the panic would strike harder. Remembering what happened before you parents left you.

A huge group of people basically shunned your for your choices and didnt want to take you in because 'trash like you' wasnt accepted in the family. But these two were different. Supporting you with your choices. How different were their friends? "Hey I think you shirt is cool! Who's on it?" A slightly hyper voice broke through the silence. " black veil brides." It was quite but a start. "Cool! So their a band right? What kind of songs?" The brown haired teen was trying to communicate with you. "Uhm. Rock." It had started small but you opened up to the teens. They were about you age and they didnt bash what you decided to like. The two older ones hung out with phil and Kristen. You three hung out in your room which was kind of softer then your appearance. It was to reflect a bit deeper into you. Bookshelves, a desk, reading corner, and a bed. Not fully knowing what to put in there.

But you, tommy, and tubbo were almost the best of friends when they had to leave. Techno and Wilbur it took a bit. After the two teens left you had came out of your room, no makeup, hair had all products removed, and your clothes changed from Jean's and a black veiled brides shirt to a black tee shirt, grey sweat pants, with a book in hand.

Before sleeping you just chilled in the living room, reading while basking in the presence of your adoptive parents. You did not expect wilbur and techno to still be there.

Plopping down on the couch next to phil you opened your book and tried to zone out, to get engulfed into the book. Nope. Two sets of eyes just watching you.

"So you like poems?" The book you were reading was a massive collection of poems. Looking up to the two on the couch you nodded lightly.

Looking back down you felt nervous. "Small talk is awkward." Looking up to the brown haired guy with an American accent you nodded. "Same." Once more you looked down at your book. You already had issues focusing but you tried to work though it. "What kind of poems are you favorite?" You sat there for a second. Trying to think of something that catches your attention.

"Mainly ones about trauma. It reminds me I'm not the only one in the word that went through something I have. It just makes it more interesting when I can relate." It was true. Sometimes the poems you liked ring a little to close to home.

"Good choice. It does really intrigue the audience when they can relate." Nodding you closed your book. "Especially when you relate. It's a must for me. Other wise I get turned away from it and just cant focus. But if I like it then I am just dead set on that poem."

You and techno bonded over poems and wilbur brought up some songs. "So what is you song preference?" "Hollywood undead, black veil brides, other then that its random. If I like the song it's in my playlist." With no other preferences with music other then it had to sound good to you there was honestly no judgement for other people's taste in music. There were little treasures from almost all genres.

For a while you talked about poems and songs. It honestly helped you feel safer with them. They didnt care about what you found intriguing. Or why. You even went on a rant and there was no care. They just listened.

But sadly they had to leave. Bit they promised that they would visit more. They were like the brothers you never had.

"So I see that you were able to talk to all of them." Nodding to your father figure you smiled "they were nice. Honestly. I cant wait to see them again."

He found joy in you wanting to hang out with his friends/technically children too.

Now meet the rest of the dream smp. It was very fast. Meeting almost all of them at the same time.

Phil was streaming and no one except for the sleepy bois knew about you. So you walked into his stream, book in hand and sat on the couch behind his set up. You liked having another person on the room. You just hated being alone. It gave you really bad thoughts. "Who's that behind you phil?" A random donation read out. Phil looking behind himself saw you in the corner reading and you normally did. "Ah that's my child. They like to have company. So sometimes they come in here to read." "Wait you have a child?! Since when?" The voice made you jump. Your book fell out of your hands and you looked at your father's screen. A green man with a weird white blob for a skin on minecraft. "Yeah. I took a break to pick them up from the orphanage." All hell broke loose. You ran while phil answered questions. You were not dealing with that. No way. Nuh uh. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not today satan. It took phil bribing you with a trip to hot topic to get you to come back in. I mean hey you get to score a few shirts and hats. Might as well.

Meeting the server wasbt too bad. But the questions were weird. You didnt answer the ones you were uncomfortable about and they didnt care. Your boundries were up. And when tommy, tubbo, willbur, and techno revealed they knew of you they were yelled at. It was funny. Watching people say they should of said something. But it resulted in alot of compliments and Phil's chat loving you.

You were now the older sibling of the chat. Why? Cause chat said so.

When you come in from now on the chat is chanting for you. Just "(y/n)!" Over and over.

Your life? Crazy. But it became a bit better after you were living with your new parents. It was heaven.

I'm sorry if its awkward I'm not good at introductions. And I am tis but a sleep deprived human. I need sleep and so do you have a nice day and once more I'm sorry if this isnt up to what you wanted.

#dsmp philza #philza #philza x reader #phliza mcyt #mcyt fluff #mcyt

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milkybonya · 3 years ago

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🌱who do u love?

order 039, @14-hibiscus: large banana milk tea--ptg's Yuto and Wooseok love triangle + order 040, anon: large classic milk tea with strawberry popping boba and pudding for ptg's Yuto

🌱warnings: Yuto calling you princess but i promise it's gender neutral, open endings that may frustrate you, nightclub+alcohol mentions

🌱summary: Yuto and Wooseok are best friends who meet you in different places and times, oblivious that they're both falling for you at the same time. Yuto knows you as the bar server at a club who he's always got a bone to pick with, meanwhile Wooseok knows you as the sleepy kid in class who always dozes off. features endings for both Yuto and Wooseok so you can pick if it's reader x Yuto or reader x Wooseok :D

🌱word count: 1k+

barista🥛's 💌: so i combined 2 requests and i hope thats okay c: the ideas they gave me just !!! also omg ptg's comeback has me on THE FLOOR like this might be the peak of ptg for me? sparkling night is sO PRETTY

you never thought a night club would be a good place to work, at least for you, but somehow it worked. after a long day of classes, having your eardrums blown off by the thumping base and having to rush around with your hands full of drinks is the best way to blow off steam!

am i being sarcastic? i don't know...

nonetheless, your job has its perks and its downfalls. one of the downfalls is definitely Adachi Yuto.

you know him all too well through gossip. he's resident bad boy at your university: ice cold, never shows up to class but somehow gets near-perfect mark, rides a motorbike, and of course he just has to frequent the night club you work at.

his favourite spot is always by the counter you work at. you've asked to switch spots with your coworkers but none of them would ever agree.

what's the problem with working when Yuto's there?

his drunken habits. they infuriate you.

when Yuto is drunk, he gets a little sentimental and feels lonely at first. his eyes get teary and stares at the ceiling as if he's sitting by the sea, not in a literal nightclub. then, he starts hitting on people. he pulls them close by the waist, whispers into their ear while he swirls his drink around his glass.

then, he'll ask you to bring an extra glass of that person's favourite drink. he'll take a sip of it first before he hands it to them.

maybe none of this sounds too bad, but it all just irks you. the final cherry on top of it all is that Yuto always leaves the keys to his motorbike behind on the counter and you have to chase after him to give them to him. when you do, he simply winks at you before continuing to leave.

when this happens on loop every night, it starts to annoy you. it's not like Yuto likes you that much, either. you're always behind his favourite bar counter, always glaring at him as he tries to pick-up people. you've always got the keys to his motorbike--do you grab them from his pocket when he's not looking? are you into him and taking his keys just to get an excuse to talk to him?

anyways, the long nights at your part-time job leave you exhausted during your waking yours. your stupid 9:30am class on mondays are the worst--you always make it to class on time but never stay awake for longer than five minutes. these days, you stay asleep even after the lecture's over. you're lucky a tall boy who usually sits behind you always wakes you up before he leaves.

"hey. i'm y/n. thanks for always waking me up," you sleepily mumble one day, holding onto his wrist before he can leave.

"i'm Wooseok," he mumbles back. you look up and catch just a glimpse of his reddened face before he leaves.

he's very softspoken and kind of awkward but definitely way better than Yuto. who knew the two of them were best friends?!

you find out about this one day when you're telling your friend about Wooseok in the library.

"he's so quiet but he always wakes me up. it's so nice of him!" you say.

"Wooseok? he's tall and has dark hair, right?" your friend asks.

"yeah...?"

"you do know he's friends with Yuto, the nightclub mans you hate, right?" your friend tells you.

"...WHAT?"

your friend shakes their head at you and shows you Yuto's instagram. sure enough, there are more than several photos of the two boys together. you lean back in your chair and sigh.

"it's always the best and worst people that have to be friends," you point out.

"yeah, like us. i'm the best and you're the worst," your friend says.

you get up and slap their shoulder lightly 'til you hear a laugh from somewhere behind you. both of you turn to see who it is and freeze up when you see Wooseok himself staring you both down while laughing.

"don't mind me, continue what you were doing," he chuckles, crossing one of his legs over the other.

"how much do you think he heard?" you tell your friend, who shrugs.

"their friend them told them that they're also the best and worst people who are friends, but y/n is the worst one and their friend is the best. it was so funny i laughed and they heard me!" Wooseok tells Yuto, wheezing so hard and holding onto his friend's sleeve for dear life.

Yuto is lost deep in thought, his arms and legs crossed.

"are you listening?" Wooseok asks Yuto.

"yeah... y/n? sounds familiar," Yuto replies.

"probably seen them in a class somewhere, too?" Wooseok suggests.

Yuto hums and looks up at the ceiling, shaking his head.

"i wanna go to the nightclub again tonight, but i don't wanna see the server," he complains.

"you talk about this server a lot, who are they?"

"no clue. they don't wear a nametag or anything, and i've never asked for their name. why would i want to do that?"

"i never asked you anything," Wooseok mumbles.

"they're so annoying, always getting in my way."

"Mm-hmm."

at your job, you notice something different about Yuto. instead of sitting at the bar counter like he normally does, he comes to you for a drink but then gets up and leans against a nearby wall, slowly moving his body to the beat of the music.

some people try to approach him but he doesn't seem as interested. instead, he just steals glances at you. you try to focus on your work, but his gaze makes you nervous. just as you're about to drop an expensive bottle of alcohol, he approaches you and catches the bottle.

"am i making you anxious?" he asks you in a deep voice.

you look at his eyes and the glare on the counter is reflected in them. something about the way his dark hair falls into his eyes and how he smirks at you makes him look handsome... maybe it's just the dim lighting?

Yuto hands you the bottle and takes a seat in his usual spot. this time, though, instead of turning his back to you, he's completely facing you. he takes sips of his drink as though he's a hopeless romantic getting lost in their daydreams.

you ignore him and continue working, constantly feeling pressure because of Yuto's eyes watching over you. because of him, you continue making small mistakes. customers get angry but luckily don't take it out on you. most of them are regulars and know you're usually good at this.

"what's gotten into you today?" one of them asks, and all you can do is laugh it off until you've had enough.

you slam your hands on the bar counter right in front of Yuto, who doesn't bat an eye.

"can you please stop looking at me? it's making me incredibly uncomfortable," you say.

Yuto chuckles into his glass before saying, "all you had to do was ask, princess."

he gets up off the bar stool and walks off somewhere, and finally you feel like you can breathe.

"hey, y/n. wake up! gosh, they must be in a hell of a deep sleep... oh, there we go. good morning!"

you open your eyes, lift your head off your arms and look up to see Wooseok's face. for the first time, he hasn't walked away right after waking you up. he's trying to hold back a smile.

"you can laugh at me, it's fine. i've had a hell of a night," you grumble, rubbing your eyes.

"clearly. you usually wake up right away. want a coffee?"

the tall boy holds out a bottled, iced coffee. you take it from him, thanking him with a smile.

"you missed something pretty important today in class. i can explain it to you if you've got time," Wooseok says, leaning agains the tables in front of you.

"ah... i have to get ready for my part-time job soon," you groan.

"well, when does it end?" Wooseok asks.

"its a 7pm to 3am shift, it's awful," you say.

"you work nights?" Wooseok exclaims.

"yeah. nightclubs only run at nights, don't they?!"

Wooseok nods, but he feels bad for you for some reason. he tries to think of a way he could help you, but you start to pack up your things and tell him you've got to get going.

"wanna just take my notes and review them in your own time? maybe on your way to your job?" he asks.

"oh... i'd appreciate that!" you say, taking his notebook.

"have a good shift~"

out of the lecture hall, you read through the notes on your way to the bus stop. you know the way there like the back of your hand now, so reading while working won't hurt you... until you walk right into someone's chest.

Wooseok's notebook falls out of your hands and you apologize to the person. they pick up the notebook for you and hold it out. when you finally look up at them, you realize it's Yuto. you roll your eyes and sigh, snatching the notebook out of his hands.

"huh? it's you," Yuto says as you're turning away.

"wait--" he gently holds your arm and stops you from leaving him.

"this is Wooseok's writing. why do you have this?" Yuto asks, looking at the notebook.

"you know Wooseok?" you ask Yuto.

"yeah... he's my friend."

you suck in a breath and pull your arm away from Yuto's grip.

"well he's mine, too," you say, walking away.

"i met the nightclub worker who annoys me on campus. they were holding your notebook. do you know about this?" Yuto asks Wooseok, who's lost in his daydreams as they both sit in the campus café.

"hey! are you listening?"

"huh? oh... yeah. what?"

Yuto sighs and repeats himself, watching Wooseok smile as he mentions the notebook.

"ah, that must've been y/n! i gave them my notes earlier today--wait... that's the nightclub worker who annoys you?"

"the nightclub worker is your y/n?" Yuto scoffs.

"what the hell..." Wooseok grumbles. "i need to see them for myself."

"come with me to the club tonight, then," Yuto says, taking a sip of his drink."

"i need two glasses, today. one for me, another for my homeboy," Yuto's familiar voice says.

you sigh and fill two glasses with ice, pushing them in his direction.

"y/n?"

Wooseok?!

you look up to see the tall boy's soft face and you panic. for some reason, you really don't want him to be here right now. you don't want him to see you in this state.

"y/n, so it is you! Yuto told me he knows you."

"yeah... ah, it's actually time for my break. i'll be back soon," you say, rushing to the washroom.

"i told you it's them," Yuto tells Wooseok, pouring a drink out of a bottle for himself.

"they did say they work at a nightclub..."

in the washroom, you try to collect yourself. you pace around and try to think of a solution. deciding on texting your manager that you're sick and have to head home, once you receive the ok from them, you head back out to the staff room, emptying your locker, grabbing your things and leaving as fast as you can.

WOOSEOK ENDING BELOW, scroll more for Yuto's c:

"y/n? i thought your shift is until 3am?" Wooseok's voice asks when you're right at the door.

you turn and look up at him. he reads your face. fear, exhaustion...

"do you need a ride home?" he asks, instead.

you think it over and then nod.

"i'll be back, just stay here for two seconds."

you step out and let the cool air hit your face. the sound of cars honking and whizzing past, the nightlife chatter and all else are drowned out as you close your eyes for a second.

"y/n--are you falling asleep while standing? gosh, i didn't know you're that tired. let's go home," he says, waving the keys to Yuto's motorbike around.

"wait, that's--"

"i asked Yuto before i took them, don't worry."

you never thought you'd be riding off into the night on the back of Yuto's motorbike but while holding onto Wooseok. it's absurd but it's happening right before your eyes.

the sound of Wooseok's yells and laughter fill your ears, making you laugh with him even though you're exhausted.

outside your student house, you get off the bike with shaky legs. Wooseok helps you off to make sure you don't fall.

"is everything okay, y/n? you left work so early," Wooseok carefully asks.

"yeah... i just wasn't feeling so well."

"do you need anything? do you have roommates or... are you sure you can be alone right now?"

"i'm okay, thanks for asking. i have some dumb roommates in there who'll help me," you laugh.

Wooseok laughs along and watches you enter your house while he leans on Yuto's bike. for some reason, his heart aches a little. he wanted to be with you a little longer.

YUTO'S ENDING BELOW, scroll up for Wooseok's :o

"you're leaving?" Yuto's low voice asks from behind you. you turn around and glare at him.

"looks like you're shooting lasers at me with your eyes. is everything okay?"

"i just want to go home right now," you tell him as the two of you stand in the doorway of the club.

"fair enough. i can take you, just let me tell Wooseok," Yuto replies.

before you can decline his offer, he's already gone. you sigh and decide to step out for some air. you let the cool air hit your face. the sound of cars honking and whizzing past, the nightlife chatter and all else are drowned out as you close your eyes for a second.

"c'mon, lets go," Yuto says, squeezing your shoulder.

he sits on his motorbike and motions for you to sit behind him, which you do.

"why're you being so weird?" you ask him.

"weird?" he repeats, handing you a helmet.

"you're talking to me and being nice to me. you never do either of those things."

Yuto scoffs and tells you to shut up. he stiffens as you wrap your arms around his waist but doesn't tell you to let go and hold his shirt instead. rather, he kind of wishes you would sit even closer and rest your head on his back.

"let's go," he says, starting the engine.

the wind hits you faster, now, and you forget the absurd situation you're in to just focus on the feeling. you feel alive, all of your fatigue slowly melting away. you don't ever want it to end, but before you know it, you're home.

"you'll be at the club tomorrow, right?" Yuto asks you as you get off the bike. he quickly takes hold of your arm when you stumble.

"of course. it's a saturday, i make extra money."

Yuto laughs and ruffles your hair. he quickly apologizes and retracts his hand, but you shake your head.

"i like this Yuto a lot more," you say before walking towards your house.

all Yuto heard was "i like Yuto". thank god you can't see how red his face is.

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stylistiquements · 4 years ago

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Day 9 : Scronch'love.

𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}

𐐪𐑂 Summary : a lovely afternoon and an ancestral question; when are you going to join the dream smp?

𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.5k

𐐪𐑂 Warning : swearing

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“Have you been here for a long time?”

Time bends and twists into unknowns shapes when well spent. So, you’re so not sure. Long enough for your fairy garden to start looking like at least a proper garden, long enough for your feet to start fidgeting, brushing against the soft fabric of the blanket ever so slightly and softly.

“Can you share your screen?”

“I’m just picking flowers, there’s nothing much to see,” you warn but it never does the proper job.

“That’s fine, I like watching you play.”

“Oh, do you now?”

“Yeah. You’ve been playing for years and you’re still dog water. It's almost soothing,” you hear him grin through the silkiness of his voice.

You smile evasively, palm gripping the mouse and executing on memory. Soon, Sapnap’s satisfied noises hovers and everything is just how it’s supposed to be. You spend a while humming the music of days and nights of the game while building your project. Sap helps from time to time, giving advice when his attention is there and leaving trails of compliments on his way. You don’t think the garden is necessarily that good, you don’t mind either.

“Do you think the tree should go on the left or the right of the pond?” You ask, fingers drumming back and forth between the two options. Right he says. "What about the roses, do I plant some or not?"

“It’s just a detail, don’t hurt your brain too much on that,” he says in a light tone, but you disagree.

“Details are what make things important. Like when you remember I prefer warm pillows so you give me yours, it’s just a detail but it makes me happy.”

“Of course I do; you’re a baby,” he murmurs teasingly.

With an arched eyebrow, you retort, “says you,” and silence follows for a second as you plant the tree on the right of the pond.

“Yeah, Dream already made sure I was aware of that.”

“Not sure why the piss baby thinks he’s qualified to have this conversation, buddy,” you note and Sap chuckles are as vivid as contagious. “Why would he call you a baby anyway? What have you done?”

“I-I’m not telling you.” As soon as the mumbles fades, your phone sends loud vibrations on your desk. You abandon your character to the night and the wildness, picking the phone as you murmur a low oh, okay. Whether it’s to your phone or Sapnap, that, isn’t really clear. Still, Sapnap’s words sound more distant, more of what wonders are made of. On the screen, a twitter notification of a certain Karl Jacobs.

“You’re not even listening to me anymore,” Sapnap whines.

“I don’t listen to whiny babies, sorry.”

“We’re on the verge of divorce, yn and it’s your fault.”

A scoff skitters out through teasing lips, “But you still talk about me all the time, don’t you?” Your voice drags through different lands, unknown and musky.

“So what?” He splutters all awkward like it’s some kind of confidence that shouldn’t have left his thoughts and, somehow, you’re surprised the almighty confidence has left the game. “Who said that?”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re obsessed with me, admit it,” you demand and though you don’t notice it, too tangled with the moment, the atmosphere is tinted with a different nuance like it’s suddenly dawn at the end of a summer party.

“So are you.”

Now, your heart drums a strange yet familiar rhythm. Something made of secrets and uncertainty, something you decided to leave unnamed a long time ago. Sapnap, you reason, can’t be lied to. He knows better than words half meant, half made up and it’s annoying, really, but he just does somehow. If you dare to lie, he would know and then it would be even more annoying.

“Yeah, you’re living in my head rent free but at least I’m not trying to hide it.” No answer. You peek at the game, you’ve been slain by a spider. “Karl said that,” you resign yourself. “He said he was about to join the vc by the way.”

Before the conversation can carry on, the sound of Karl joining the call resonates. Being in this Discord server is like living in a house with 10 siblings, that’s what you understand from the way Sap exhales heavily.

“Oh, I am interrupting something?” Karl says, struck by a peculiar energy.

“Besties time Karl, besties time,” Sapnap mumbles beneath his breath and it chimes a little like disappointment.

“Well, too bad I guess,” Karl exclaims. “It's about time I meet miss Bunnyshow.”

Karl is like that gif of a cat sitting in a tiny box with the caption “if it fits, I sit”.

“Does that mean our passive aggressive subweet arc is over?” You ask, faking the dejection when your smile grows wide.

“Oh god, I hope not. That’s my favorite part of the day.”

"It means a lot to me. Especially coming from my comfort streamer Karl Jacobs," you confess.

Satisfied, your attention gets back on the game; flowers rooting gracefully into the dirt and hives ready to host the beloved honey bugs as Karl and Sap catch up on time being apart. Everything is quiet and peaceful like the end of an afternoon well spent.

“I like your garden,” Karl points out and you hum a thank you beneath your breath.

“So you can take Karl’s compliments but not mine.”

“We’re besties you’re honor. Sapnap you can leave now, thank you,” Karl giggles and you follow along.

“Sorry Karl, there’s only room for one man in my heart and that has to be Sapnap.”

He fakes a cry to keep the theatrics before adding without transitions, “You know if you asked Dream he’d probably let you on the SMP.”

“No thanks,” you grin.

“Sapnap, your girl doesn’t want to play with us.”

“She’s already been whitelisted for months now,” Sapnap informs but fails to comment on the first part of the complaint.

He’s not lying, but you feel like it says more about Dream’s stubbornness than it says about you. As for your best friend, he understands better than anyone that wish for privacy and it’s something made of respect like yours for his career. You’d rather see him shaped by all the light than being touched by a glimpse of it. He does, after all, deserves it all. So, that’s the contract you made with yourself because it made sense; being a supportive shadow. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that you’ve never considered streaming before. It’s that it’s his world more than yours.

Karl, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to think the same way, “This is unacceptable, I gotta send a few texts.”

“Lost cause, dude, lost cause,” you grin but stubbornness seems to be a pre required trait for those mcyts.

Before you have time to find a suitable comment about the newborn group chat, a new person joins the call and Sapnap's annoyance is even more palpable, "No fucking way dude. We can't even have a second of peace on this server."

"Why would you be in a discord call if you want peace. You're just dumb," Quackity retorts with an energy he and he only can ever own.

Then George joins and Dream follows on his heels and soon your ears are filled with conversations that are as loud as scattered. Your shoulders sink in the back of your chair as soft fingers try to brush the upcoming migraine away. This is why you can't join the SMP; -not really but still- too much energy that has to be processed at all time. And you should know better, being friend with a very chaotic boy for the last 15 years, but you're not somehow.

"No, fuck that," Sapnap mutters. "I'm out."

"You can't leave now we have things to discuss," George exclaims. "Bunny, explain to me how Sapnap's proposition is more appealing than mine."

"Because I know her more than you do," he defends, and he's right. Money isn't of you interest. Love, on the other hand...

"Because she's like scronch'love," Karl giggles mindlessly.

"The fuck does scronch'love mean?" You ask, amused.

"It's very simple," Quackity intervenes. "If I offered you the same thing, would you even consider it?"

"Of course I would. What kind of question is that?"

"Fine. So, if Sapnap keeps his offer, here is mine; you become the president of Las Nevadas in addition to what he said."

"What?" Sapnap takes offense.

The call brims with an agitated confusion as you smile deviously, heels rooted into the floor to make your chair spin lightly and your fingers drum on your desk.

"I don't think you wanna do that," George corrects.

"Yeah, you absolutely don't," you confirm.

"Fine," he retorts. "So Sapnap's offer plus a Las Nevadas citizenship. How does that sound?"

"Like an offer I'll confider," you sigh. "So who's scronch'love now?"

"Still you," Dream answers. "Except you're also a big dummy."

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・　　 .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・

A/N : helloooo,, how are you??? this part very self indulgent and I think this fic will be in general but I hope you liked it anyway. I love the idea of c!quackity always being too much and always having something to add to be even more over the top. I'm having more trouble than I thought about Bunny's and Sap's friendship because I want them to have a very special friendship but I hope it appears as such. idk. lmk what you think and thank you for reading it it makes me very happy <3 Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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ray-ray-writings · 4 years ago

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Stream Stresses-SBI Au

This is a Brother!Technoblade, Brother!Wilbur, Brother!Tommyinnit, and Father!Philza x gn!reader in the SBI inc Au. I hope that this is written how the anon that requested it wants it, but I’m not sure. So basically, the SBI is a real family dynamic, the thing is that all of Philza’s children, Y/N, Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur are all well known streamers and everybody’s fans know this and love the family dynamic that you four have, because you’re literally family. So yeah. Here you go, I hope you enjoy.

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When Y/N makes fun of their brother, chat jumps to his defense by saying some not so nice things about Y/N. The mean things cause Y/N to shut down their stream with tears in their eyes, worrying their father, Philza.

Y/N’s POV

“Hello chat!” I exclaimed, adjusting my headphones as people slowly began to flood the chat, “How are we today?” A variety of responses flew through my chat before my question was returned to me. “How am I today? I’m doing good! Thank you for asking!” My eyes scanned my notification and I couldn’t help but smile at the subs and donos rolling through. I quickly thank everyone by name before clapping, “Okay chat, today we are going to be playing Minecraft. But we’re not going to play on the SBI server, no we’re going to attempt speedrunning!” I explained. I eagerly watched my chat explode in support, a lot of ‘POGS’ flying by my eyes. “Well let’s get started, shall we?”

I quickly opened my Minecraft and adjusted my stream so that my viewers could see what I was doing. “What should we name the first world? Yes we’re naming them, what monster does not name their speedrun worlds?” Random names flew through the chat, until one caught my eyes. “Tommy! We’ll name this one Tommy so when it let’s me down it won’t be anything new!” I cheered, typing the name into the world box, giggling to myself. For the most part the chat found it funny, but I did see some people say some mean stuff for making fun of my brother.

I quickly cleared my throat and shook it off, “Here we go chat!” I exclaimed before loading in the world. I spawn in an acacia biome next to a desert, “So far Tommy’s treating us pretty good huh?” I joked, rushing over to a tree and punching it. I gained a bunch of wood and then began running through the desert in search of a village. I found one rather quickly and began my raid. I got everything from the chests and then found the iron golem and hit it to get it to chase me so I could build up and kill it… Only problem is I wasn’t quick enough.

I let out screech as the iron golem flung me up in the air, dealing a crazy amount of damage to the point where when I landed, I died. I gave a quick huff and pout as I exited out of the world. “Okay… What did I say, should have been expected to be let down by Tommy!” I exclaimed, my eyes scanning the chat. A few people laughed, but a lot of them were calling me horrible. They were saying that I shouldn’t blame my inability to play the game on my brother. It caused a pain to strike in my heart, because that’s not what I was doing at all. Really mean names began flying through my chat causing me to clear my throat and look away. “Um… Let’s try again,” I mumbled, creating a new world.

“We’re just going to keep going down the list” I announced, trying to bring my energy back up as I typed the name “Wilbur” into the world box before hitting ‘create world’ and loading in. I let my eyes dance back to chat that seemed to go back to normal, but there were still some really mean people in chat. This time I spawned in a plains biome next to a village. I got pretty far this time. I made it all the way to the nether, even found a fortress, but my excitement about it died pretty quickly… because I did too.

“NOOO!” I shouted at the ‘You Died’ screen. “I didn’t even see that blaze there! Damn it Wilbur!” I exclaimed, exciting out of the world once more. My eyes looked over to chat again, praying that the haters had gotten bored and left… My prayers were not answered. Instead, there were probably the most amount of haters I’d ever seen in my chat before. Every message was filled with hate. Telling me that I wasn’t good enough, that I should just quit, that my brothers were so much better than I was and there was no reason for me to even continue. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help the tears that formed in my eyes and began streaming down my cheeks.

“Ummm… Thanks for coming. I’m going to end stream now,” I sniffed, closing Minecraft and going to my streaming settings. “Bye,” I whimpered out before ending the stream. I sat there frozen for a minute before breaking down into sob. Why do they hate me?

*POV Switch*

Philza’s POV

A grin crossed my face as my phone lit up with a twitch notification. I quickly shifted my attention to my phone screen to figure out which child it was that was going live. It was Y/N! I quickly set up my phone in such a way that I could ‘watch’ their stream while I made dinner for everyone. “Hello chat!” I heard them exclaim, “How are we today!”

It really warmed my heart to watch my children stream. All four of them had worked extremely hard to get where they are today. I did everything I could to understand the Twitch community so I could support my children as they achieved their dreams. Sure it was hard at times, me trying to keep up with everything in all their streams but also when they’re all streaming at the same time and just screaming at each other, but we make it work.

My focus turned to the food that I was making. Footsteps entered the kitchen pulling my attention away from the stream, “Hey Dadza,” Techno’s monotone voice greeted me from behind. “Hello Techno,” I greeted back, throwing him a smile over my shoulder. “Is Y/N streaming?” Techno asked, walking to the refrigerator, pulling it open and grabbing a water bottle. I nodded my head at the question. “Yeah, they’re speed running,” I responded, turning my head back to the veggies I was cutting for dinner. Techno let out a hum before turning his attention to my phone.

As I cooked, I could hear Techno let out small laughs at what they’re sibling was saying on their stream. Twentyish minutes had gone by before Techno spoke actual words, “What the fuck,” He muttered, getting closer to my phone. “Language… What’s going on?” I asked, still focused on making dinner. “Y/N is crying,” He explained. My head snapped to my phone and sure enough, tears were streaming down their face. “Bye” they croaked out before the stream just ended. Not wasting any more time, I grabbed my phone and I ran out of the kitchen and toward Y/N’s room.

As I grew closer, I could hear sobs coming from their room causing my heart to sink in my chest. I gave a quick knock on the door before barreling in. Y/N was still sitting in their gaming chair, hunched over into themselves, their hands muffiling the sobs falling from their lips. “Oh honey,” I whispered, closing the door behind me. Y/N’s head shot up and their red rimmed eyes met mine. Another loud sob broke from their mouth causing my heart to hurt even more. I took a few quick steps forward to get to them and offer them comfort. Y/N rose from their gaming chair and fell into my open arms. I quickly wrapped my arms around them in a tight hug. “I’ve got you honey,” I murmured, “I’ve got you.”

At some point, I slowly made my way to their bed and sat down, leaning against the headboard, pulling them to sit across my lap, burying their face in my chest like all those years ago when they were a lot younger. I couldn’t help but be reminded of the afternoons that they and their brothers would go outside to play and ride bikes and they would come back in with scraped and bloodied knees and palms. I would pull them into my lap, dry their tears, and help them calm down. It’s a bittersweet memory. It feels nice to think back, but under these circumstances? Not so much.

Slowly but surely, Y/N’s sobs died down into simple sniffles before stopping all together. “You okay?” I questioned softly, leaning back ever so slightly so I could meet my child’s eyes. Their puffy ears peered up as they slowly nodded, “Yeah. I’ll be okay,” they muttered out resting their head back on my shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked carefully, not wanting to upset them again. A soft sigh left Y/N’s mouth, “I suppose I should. It’s best not to bottle it up,” they thought aloud causing me to smile just a little bit. A small bit of pride welled up inside me of how grown up they sounded.

The smile quickly faded from my lips as my child explained what had happened on their stream. How chat had turned on them and the mean things that they said. I could feel my blood begin to boil. I was extremely pissed at not only chat, but at the mods for not stopping it. But I had to remain calm on the outside, for Y/N’s sake.

“I’m so sorry that happened honey. You don’t deserve that. Nothing they said is true okay? You work so hard and it shows because you’re so good at what you do. Your brothers are good at what they do too. You guys are on equal playing feels and are all exceptional streamers. You deserve all good things honey. And I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to mod. You’re never streaming without me modding again. Do you understand me?” I rambled, staring at my child curled in my lap. A small giggle sounded in the air causing me to relax ever so slightly. “Yeah. I understand you dad… Thank you.”

Before I could respond, there was a small knock on the door. “Come in,” Y/N called, staring curiously at the door. It swung open and there stood my three other children peering nervously into the room. After standing in the doorway in an awkward silence for a moment, Tommy lets out a loud scoff before pushing his way into the room and crawls up on the best next to us. Tommy then surprises me by wrapping his arms around his sibling and gives them a tight squeeze, “You’re a good streamer Y/N,” I heard him mumble in his sibling's ear. “Chat can be just a little stupid sometimes.” Another giggle passes through their lips as Y/N slides off of my lap and sits in between Tommy and I. “Thanks Tommy,” they whisper back, turning their body to properly hug their brother back.

The closing of the door pulled my attention away from my youngest two. Wilbur and Techno were now also completely in the room and were heading toward the bed as well. I moved over so that one of them could sit in between Y/N and I and the other could go sit next to Tommy. Wilbur took the place beside me, sending Techno over by Tommy. Not saying anything, Wilbur turned his body and reached over and wrapped his long arms around Y/N and Tommy, trapping them in their own hug. For the first time ever, neither of them complained. Neither told him to get off, simply just accepted the affection from their brother.

And to my surprise and delight, Techno leaned onto Tommy and wrapped his arms around the two as well, his arms only able to wrap around Y/N. The four didn’t say anything as they laid in the cuddle pile. I couldn’t stop the tears that formed in my eyes. They hadn’t done this in years. Before Wilbur and Techno hit their teen years, the four of them would cuddle in piles like this all the time. When I couldn’t find any of them, I would only have to find one to find all of them. But once the teen years began, the two eldest felt that they were too cool to cuddle with their siblings and the piles came to a stop. It warms my heart to see them do this, even if it’s under really shitty circumstances.

One by one, their breathing evened out. One by one, they fell asleep. Once I was sure all were asleep, I slowly and carefully got off of the bed and managed to do so without waking any of them. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, made sure the ringer and flash were off, before snapping many photos. I didn’t plan on sharing them with everyone, they were just for me to have and to hold. Maybe I’ll print one and put it in my office.

I carefully slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind me before heading back to the kitchen. The kitchen was exactly how I left it when I fled to Y/N’s room after seeing them cry. As quietly as I could, I put everything away. I decided I was no longer in a mood to cook. Besides, on days like today, I think Y/N deserves to have their favorite carry out… Don’t you?

I don’t know if I liked how this one turned out, so let me know what you think! Leave a like if you did enjoy it and maybe even reply or reblog or even send me an ask telling me what you thought!!

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sunlight-moonrise · 4 years ago

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The Law of Attraction (Reid Imagine)

Summary: Reader cannot understand how Spencer is in a relationship with someone who is his complete opposite.

A/N: Hello Everyone!!! Here’s another story from the secret-fic-swap in the Discord server. I tried my hand at a new genre and I like how it came out. A big thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins for helping me make this real nice for y’all (this story was also written to her). Enjoy!

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Content Warnings: If you’re a fan of Max or Maxcer, this may not be the story for you. Sacrifices needed to be made for this story to be told.

Word Count: 4.2K

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The thought that the concept of ‘opposites attract’ was only true when it comes to physics. After all, the comparison of people to magnets doesn’t make any sense. If two people are together, there should be some similarities to build an established relationship, right? Without that foundation, the structure will surely crumble back into the fragmented pieces that created it, leaving them cracked and weaker for it.

Compatibility is necessary, yet there is none whenever I look at them. This is the fourth function that he has brought her to, and with each event, I find it harder to look their way. But when I do find them among the crowd, I can’t look away. Like a car crash or thunderstorm ripping tree roots from the ground.

It doesn’t make sense to me, why on earth would Spencer Reid be with a girl like her.

“If you keep staring at her, she might drop dead,” said a sarcastic voice, breaking me out of my reverie. I turned to see Tara with an amused smile occupying her face.

“I just don’t get it,” I mumbled, focusing my attention on the drink in my hand.

“What’s not to get?” she asked, glancing over at the couple in question. “They seem cute together.”

“They have nothing in common. He might as well be talking to some random person in this bar.”

I chugged the remainder of my beverage with desperate hope that the alcohol will somehow make things better in this situation. It didn’t.

“You sound bitter.”

“I am not bitter,” I bit back.

“I didn’t say you were, I said you sound.”

I didn’t respond to her because deep down I knew she was right. I just fiddled with the straw in my now empty glass as Tara continued, “Look, they both like coffee and going to the park, that’s something.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped my throat at the thought.

“So do half the people on the administration floor, he might as well have a harem if those are the main qualifications.”

“So what type of person should Spencer Reid have?” she asked, an eyebrow arching up as she focused her attention on me.

“I don’t know. Someone who is family-oriented and loves kids. Someone who doesn’t judge him for his idiosyncrasies. Someone who listens to his rambles and actually responds to them. Someone who he can escape to when things get too tough. Someone who understands when to give him space but will continue to support him unconditionally. Someone who can challenge him and make each day exciting and interesting. Someone who can ke—”

“Whoa there, I didn’t think you were going to give me a whole novel.” If she thought that was a novel, then the rest of what I wanted to say would be considered an encyclopedia. The only one that Spencer would never read.

“I just want him to be happy,” I relented.

It was the simple truth. Everyone deserves some sort of contentment in their life, but with everything that Spencer has gone through in the past, his happiness should be at the forefront. He always put others before himself. It was time that someone prioritizes his wants and needs for a change.

“And she doesn’t make him happy?”

Not in the slightest.

But I didn’t want to say that. I was sure half of the team already thought, or knew, that I was infatuated with him. But I didn’t need to give them the satisfaction of a confirmation by talking about this any further. The looks that Tara had been giving me the past few minutes validated my belief that I didn’t need to dig myself into a deeper hole.

“Maybe,” I said, hoping to put an end to the topic.

But just then, I heard a laugh despite how noisy the place was. I knew without a doubt that was Spencer’s laugh – it was the only sound that would demand my attention that quickly. It was the one he used when he felt uncomfortable.

“Excuse me, Tara.”

I didn’t give her a chance to reply before I hopped off the barstool and made my way to where Spencer and his girl were as casually as possible. Jennifer and Penelope were also with them, and it seems as if the three ladies were doing most of the talking.

“….like kids someday?” I heard Pen say. I didn’t need to hear the beginning of the sentence to know what it was about.

“Ehh, certainly not. My nephew is a handful as is, I don’t think I need any more than that one in my life,” she laughed. She, of course, being the ever loving, ever annoying, Max. A quick glance at Spencer's face confirmed that he was bothered by the subject being discussed. If the rest of the ladies were a bit more sober, they’d probably have seen it too.

“Hey guys,” I interrupted, taking my previous seat next to JJ, “I ordered some water for us and some appetizers. Tara is going to bring it over when it is ready.”

Cheers and thank you were shouted across the small table, but there was only one face I cared to pay attention to. Spencer’s mouth was quirked in a sad smile that was meant to hide the discomfort that had already taken root in his heart like an invasive vine.

“Did you place my fries order?” Max asked, garnering my attention. As much as I wanted to ignore her, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t openly be a bitch to her, no matter how much she irked me. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Other than stealing the affections of a man I’d never actually pursued, that is. But I couldn’t really blame her for that one, right? I should’ve jumped on the opportunity before. It was my fault.

“Yup,” I answered quickly with a small fake smile before focusing on the wooden décor of the bar.

“So any plans for Halloween? Assuming we don’t get called in for a case of course,” JJ asked the table.

“There is this pop-up haunted house coming that weekend.” Spencer said, his voice laced with that childlike excitement that made my heart race, “It is near the annual fair, so I’m going to try and do both.”

“Awww, that’s a cute date idea.”

The table was silent for a moment before Max announced, “I probably won’t go. I am not a big fan of anything spooky or… horror. I’ll leave all of that to this guy.”

The table shared an awkward laugh in a poor attempt to lighten the mood.

“Anyway,” I coughed out, attempting to save this poor conversation, “you guys need to hear this terrible joke the bartender told me. So basically, this screwdriver walks into a bar….” and just like that, the topic had been changed.

Tara joined us shortly after and the conversation remained lighthearted for the remainder of the evening. We later said our farewells and readied ourselves to go back home. While I should’ve been sad to leave him, I couldn’t help but feel a bitter joy from the fact that Spencer and Max didn’t talk directly to each other for the rest of the night.

●●●

It’s been a couple of weeks since the last team outing. Rossi must’ve missed us, because he decided to host a dinner at his place to celebrate the ending of a long and tough case. No one was going to pass up the opportunity of free food and wine, especially after dealing with a bunch of cops and detectives with entire tree trunks up their asses.

I was the last to arrive, which was not surprising since I live the furthest away from Rossi. Krystall welcomed and settled me in while informing me where everyone was. What I assumed was a team gathering turned out to be a whole party. There were definitely more than two dozen people occupying the space.

Good god.

“What’s all this?” I asked as I greeted Rossi in the, thankfully, empty kitchen. Because, of course, Rossi wouldn’t be Rossi if he didn’t take care of all the hors d'oeuvres himself.

“Krystall wanted to celebrate our anniversary,” he sighed, as if this ordeal was somehow troublesome. I had to roll my eyes; he wasn’t fooling anyone. We all knew that Rossi would move mountains for his wife.

Their love was pure and genuine, a perfect example of two people meeting again at the right time and sharing something wonderful with one another. As I reminisced on their beautiful wedding day, a thought came to my head.

“Isn’t your first anniversary coming up in a few months?”

“That’s for our second marriage, this is for the first.” Rossi simply stated with a proud smirk, as if it was standard to celebrate any and all anniversaries in life. I supposed that for him, it was.

“Why do I get the feeling that this was more your idea than Krystall’s?”

“Guilty.”

Classic. Well, I wasn’t going to tell a man what he should celebrate nor how to do so. I wasn’t going to ruin any opportunities to eat some fresh crostini.

Once I made my way back out into the main room, I was able to find my team within seconds. My eyes instantly landed on Spencer’s tall and lanky form. And I would’ve been excited for that, if it weren’t for the familiar woman standing beside him.

Max was there. Hooray.

Usually, I was able to properly prepare myself for seeing her. It actually, unfortunately, took a lot of effort to not be openly hostile to someone I dislike. It wasn’t something I was proud of, but it was true. Typically in a situation like this, I’d avoid the person all night. However, I wasn’t going to allow her presence to influence the night, much less stop me from spending time with one of my closest friends.

“Hey guys.”

“Ahh, you’re finally here,” squealed Penelope, “I already grabbed your favorite drink!” She stepped aside to make room for me in the small gathered circle before handing me the glass.

“So what did I miss?”

They all caught me up on the harmless gossip circulating around the office and the new happenings emerging in everyone’s lives. Everything was going well until I heard the next words from Max, words that felt like a bucket of ice water and lead being poured over my head.

“Well, Spencer and I are moving in together.”

Time slowed down, I was sure it had. Because I was able to gauge everything in a matter of seconds. Tara’s concerning glance my way, her hand reaching out and retreating as if to hold me. Penelope’s joyful appearance over the news, her arms rising quickly causing her wine to slightly spill on Rossi’s floor. Matt expressing congratulations as he roughly patted Spencer on the back.

And Spencer….

Spencer looked like he rather be anywhere but here. His lips were drawn in a too tight smile that I knew was far from authentic. He was tapping his heel against the floor and wringing his hands together.

If this was merry news from the two of them, why did he look like he swallowed a spiked fruit?

The loud clanging of metal against glass brought everyone’s attention to the noisy source. Time returned back to its normal pace at Rossi’s call, thanking everyone for joining in on the celebration and announcing that the food was ready in the dining room.

While everyone cheered and made their way towards the ornate display, I headed to the balcony. It was too hot, too stuffy, too loud inside the house. There was one too many people there.

As soon as I passed through the double doors, I took a deep breath of cool, refreshing air. Everything around me felt muffled. Like I had stumbled into a small pocket universe that only differed from ours by a few notches on the volume knob.

I was thinking too many things, and none of them adding up or making sense in my head. How do you move in with someone you’ve only known for such a short amount of time? What was he going to do with his apartment? With his personal belongings that were scattered and settled on crowded shelves? Why did he look so uncomfortable when she announced it? Did he not want us to know? Did he want to say it himself?

“What are you doing out here?”

As if being brought back to reality by the very same hypnotist who enchanted me in the first place, I became aware that I was not the only one on the balcony. I turned to look at Spencer, taking in his disheveled and tired appearance.

“I just needed some space. I was feeling a bit crowded.” It wasn’t a lie, but my companion and I both knew there was a lot more than just that. Trying to keep the attention off me, I asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Checking on you. I saw you come out here dressed like that and wondered what would drag you out into the freezing cold.”

Now that he mentioned it, the breeze was hitting hard. I didn’t notice my body trembling until now. It is funny how you can’t feel much when lost in your own thoughts. The pain was a welcome distraction, I supposed.

Spencer stood next to me and shrugged off the suit jacket he was wearing. I opened my mouth to refuse, but he gave me a pointed look before I could. Instead, I accepted the warm jacket over my body. The scent of cinnamon and spice immediately enveloped my form and I tried to hide the way my inhales grew deeper. Trying to keep him as close as I could for however long he would allow. He kept his hands on my arms, rubbing them up and down the sleeves of the jacket to instill some heat in me.

“So whatever happened to taking it slow?” I asked bluntly, keeping my eyes on the interesting speck of dirt that had ended up on my shoe. I didn’t feel bad about getting to the point -- There was no way I could subtly ask him what the deal was, and I’d rather not beat around the bush.

“Well, after the whole situation that happened, sh— we decided to pick up the pace of things,” he spoke lowly, as if he was unsure of the words coming out of his mouth.

“Has she even met Diana? Or know about her?” I instantly regretted asking, the angry look he shot my way had me feeling remorseful. But it also answered my question.

Max only knew the surface level of Spencer. She wasn’t aware of all the good, bad, beautiful, and ugly layers that comes with a man like him. She wasn’t the only one to blame, but I wondered how a profiler couldn’t tell that he was hiding those parts from her because he didn’t want to share them with her. He didn’t want her to know, because the knowing made it real.

“I just want the best for you.”

His irritated expression dissolved into a defeated one as he released the breath he was holding.

“I know, I know. It’s just…”

He stopped talking, appearing scared to share his opinions and feelings with me before he remembered that, unlike Max, he never had to hide things from me. He didn’t want to.

“It’s just…” I prodded, hoping he would continue with what he was going to say.

But he just stayed stuck there, opening and closing his mouth multiple times. I could practically see the cogs in his brain whirling as he properly tried to explain. “Well, the thing is that Ma—”

“Spencer?”

We sharply turned our heads to see Max and Tara staring at us. It wasn’t until that moment that I remembered our position. With Spencer’s hands rubbing tenderness heat onto my arms, his jacket over my shoulders and our bodies pressed together to keep warm.

It would be one thing if everything was settled, but this situation was anything but. Max had every reason to be angry. This wasn’t a new thing to her. So when she turned around, she stomped away fueled by the belief that she’d nearly caught her boyfriend committing adultery. Again.

“Fuck,” I heard the man in front of me whisper as he released me back into the cold night.

Still, as he left, he looked back at me. His eyes burned into mine up until he tore them away, making his final decision and hastily running from the balcony. Away from me. Towards her.

Tara and I shared the silence, but she looked at me with those inquisitive eyes, as if I was a client seeking out therapy from her.

“What?” I hissed, “We were just talking.” I refused to feel guilty over something that I didn’t do. If anyone had done anything, it was Spencer. But at the same time, I didn’t think he was entirely wrong, either.

“I didn’t say anything,” she muttered, holding her hands up high as a sign of surrender.

“You didn’t have to, I can feel the judgment from here.”

“Look, I’m not judging you. But I do want you to put yourself in Max’s shoes. You guys were gone for a while and she finds you two all over each other.”

“What are you talking about, Tara? Christ, it’s not like I was fucking him on the balcony!”

Although I didn’t intend for my words to be humorous, Tara laughed. I was conflicted on whether it was at me or with me, but it ended up amounting to nothing, anyway.

“Look, the night is young and you need to relax. Come back inside, enjoy the party, and don’t let them bring you down. At least for the next few hours.”

She was right, as she usually was. It was why I usually sought her out as the voice of reason; I knew that despite everything, she would always have my best interest at heart.

“Okay,” I agreed before following her back into the chaotic fray.

I heeded her advice and avoided the couple for the remainder of the night. Shockingly, it was pretty easy, but I was sure it was because they were avoiding me too. There were times, lots of times, where Spencer and I made eye contact, but we’d just as quickly look away, as if we were ashamed of what we have done.

All we did was talk. So why did it feel like something more?

There were also times when I made eye contact with Max, but instead of shame, there was anger and contempt. If looks could kill, like Tara had suggested, I was sure my heart would have given out.

It wasn’t until later in the evening that I saw Max take a cab home while Spencer was still inside the house. No one else but me noticed that they didn’t leave the party together.

●●●

I hadn’t seen Spencer since the incident at Rossi’s a few weeks ago. He had to take his mandatory sabbatical leave and I had to take an abrupt trip back home. What used to be almost daily texts between us became nonexistent in a matter of hours. It was a terrible predicament that I was hoping to fix soon.

As I arrived, I spotted him at his desk. For a long time, I stood there staring at him. If he wasn’t nose deep in a bunch of files, I was sure he would’ve seen me, too. I contemplated on how I should go up to him, but nothing I could think of was good enough to say.

Hey, I have your jacket, I took it to the dry cleaner’s, so it is all clean. Rid of me like you wanted to be.

Hi, how were the lectures this time around? Still have a bunch of teens crushing on you?

What’s up, it’s been a while, do you want to get lunch during the break?

I hated that things were awkward, even though I was pretty sure that I was the only one that was making it so. I should have just gone up to him, greeted him, and acted like everything was normal, because everything was normal. Right?

Just when I was about to do so, Emily called us in for a meeting. Impeccable timing.

We had a serial killer case in Louisville, Kentucky. My situation with Spencer was going to the backburner.

During our stay in Louisville, Spencer and I barely interacted. We exchanged notes and passed long messages, but that’s pretty much it. I wasn’t surprised. Our specialties don’t really correlate when we are working on a case. Anytime I did catch some free time, I’d look his way, longing for the opportunity to speak to him. He didn’t look back.

Then, just as the case ended, another chance presented itself. After five days of hardly any proper rest, we finally found the unsub. Everyone was in their respective room catching up on some much needed sleep. Except for Spencer, whose gangly body was tucked away at the bar by himself, a glass of what appeared to be soda in front of him.

Silently, I took the seat next to him, and for a few minutes, everything was quiet. But unlike the usual, comfortable quiet, it was torturous.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

I stared at him, letting the silent communication denote the fact that I knew he was lying to me. Spencer released a sigh and looked at me with eyes more intoxicating than any whiskey that shared their color.

“Actually, no, I’m not okay.”

I was going to ask him what was wrong or if there was anything I could do to help, but before I had the chance to do so, he hastily answered the question I hadn’t asked.

“Max and I broke up.”

I stared at him, my face and mind blank as I tried to comprehend what he’d said. That Max and Spencer broke up. They were no longer together. Spencer was single.

I thought that if this ever happened, I would be happy, elated, jumping at the chance to take her place by his side. But I felt none of those things.

“What happened?” I didn’t want to appear nosy or meddlesome, but I needed to know.

“We were fighting a lot, and I couldn’t take it.”

“Oh.”

“We were… actually fighting about you.”

I sharply turned my head at him, both intrigued and disturbed by the implication that I had anything to do with the failure of their relationship.

“What? What about me?”

“She thought I liked you,” he said while staring straight back at me, daring me to scan through each fleck of gold and green to ensure that he was telling the truth. But his hazel eyes expressed nothing but honesty as he continued, “and she was right. I do.”

“Y-you do?”

All he could do was nod his head, lifting his hand and catching a loose strand of hair before tucking it behind my ear.

“Can I try something?” Spencer shyly requested.

Once again, the universe felt different. I held my breath, trying to wake from the dream. Although he didn’t say it, I had an idea of what he wanted. If the hand on the side of my face and the staring at my lips were anything to go by, I knew what was going to happen next.

I nodded back and closed my eyes. A few seconds passed, the sweetest kind of anticipation. But then I felt the gentle pressure of his lips against my own, sweet and tender. He moved his head to get a better angle while I brought my hands up to cup his face. The roughness of his stubble against the tip of my fingers was a perfect contrast to the softness of him. I could taste the soda he was drinking on his tongue and breathed in the cinnamon scent that seemed sunken into his skin.

When we pulled away, it was full of hesitation. All it took was one look for us to know we couldn’t do this. Not now, not yet. He was still healing from the recent break up and I didn’t want to be a rebound. I didn’t want us to resent one another for jumping into a relationship so soon. We weren’t ready.

We sat there in relative silence, taking in everything that has happened.

“Maybe one day,” he paused “one day we can give it a chance.”

“Yes. I’d like that.” I beamed at him, “And I look forward to that day. Until then, we remain as friends.”

He returned my smile and I realized that it had been a while since I’ve seen his real smile. I missed it so much.

“Friends,” he confirmed.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt relief and comfort. Because I knew everything was going to be okay. I had hope that someday Spencer will get the happily ever after he deserves and he’ll get it with me by his side. One day.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid angst #spencer reid imagine #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds angst #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid reader insert #reader insert #hurt/comfort #secret fic swap

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sirius-lune · 3 years ago

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Rant regarding Vyn and some very mild spoilers regarding the guys from TOT (some Cybird content)

I really love my four TOT (Mihoyo) men, even Luke's weightage in my heart is much more than the love I have for Theo (Cybird Ikevamp) (sorry darling! I still love you lots), and weighed equal to how much Gavin and Lucien (MLQC) stand in my heart, despite me being in the Cybird fandom for quite long. This is how much I appreciate them. However, seeing people refusing to really understand Vyn and bashing him blindly just because he seems sus, really upsets me (some Vyn's fans are also as toxic as Luke's and I am quite done with them, can't even talk and think sense at all these people). I know people has got their personal preferences but not knowing in depth and throw hate grenades at the characters that doesn't sit well with them, is a little too much tbh (this also applies to how we perceive people in real life).

Shakespeare wise (Cybird Ikevamp), I do really despise him in other characters' MS, but I gave him a chance, so I read his MS in TW server carefully, to understand where his antics and those unnecessary provocations came about to make the Great Men in the mansion meet their nemesis and fall, which gave me enough conclusions why this character should not be fully forgiven after understanding the whole story. I don't hate him as much because I understand how his inferiority complex came about due to the tough environment he grew up along, but I still despise him alot because he already ruined people's lives and his reasons for that is not logically justifiable just because.

Artem is your typical awkward but sincere family man, it is really really easy to love him. This man is patient, really caring and will support his partner with all it takes for him to. Luke is your typical sweet boyfriend who is willing to give his all and throwing his life on the stake, just to be with his girl, protect her and make her happy, despite (you know what). Marius has to put on different sides on his field and all he wanted is someone genuine to appreciate him for who he is. I have more to talk about regarding them and it is not like I am saying that these three are not deep. It is just that Vyn's depth is different compared to these three.

Also, do not ever forget, that Artem, Luke and Marius grew up with people at their side. Vyn doesn't, he is always alone. And he is quite done with shackles from his family lineage and beliefs brought upon him, which made he forcefully break free from them. He struggled through his life all by himself.

Tbh Vyn is a really misunderstood character. I have enough spoilers to tell me that people are only looking at him on the surface. Someone even analysed his personality in depth in a video posted on CN's bilibili and how I wish I have the time to translate it and post it here. It is kind of upsetting when I see how people bash on him.

He is called the Adjudicator for a reason. He observes, analyse and perceived things way beyond the field of how an average person will view. Some things he said during his dialogues sounds cryptic, especially at the start. Rather than just sus, he is simply someone whose depth and complexity is on a league of its own. People who don't really dig into it will brush it off saying that he seemed creepy and sus. (Posted this part on a FB group)

I sat down and analyse his actions and the reasonings in depth. I even went to watch the clips of all four characters' personal and card stories to understand them in depth on CN's bilibili. They have their own depths and principles which made me really appreciate them alot, 2D or not.

To me, Vyn is a very deep person. And this ss alone, which I cannot agree more because I have been though that phase, is enough to tell as much.

#ikemen vampire #mlqc #ikevam #ikevamp #tears of themis #vyn richter #luke pearce #artem wing #marius von hagen

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yandere-sins · 4 years ago

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Could I ask you for some general yandere headcanons for your three top favorite Haikyuu characters? Please and thank you!

*Cracks knuckles*

Alright, sit down and listen kids, Ivy’s going to tell you something wild now. (Thanks for asking, I love talking about it atm ;-;)

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The Miya Twins

♡ First of all, yes, both of them, at the same time. I love them equally, and they are my reason to read HQ!! in the first place. Honestly, their yandere idea is entirely inspired by the idea of the lovely @shorkbrian from the yandere discord server, but I am writing this idea right now, and I love it so much, I will forever hold on to it, don’t fight me

♡ They are together at all times, except if one of them goes to fetch groceries. They just like sitting around and watching you quietly. You are so amazing, so perfect, the way you read, or draw, or watch TV. They just don’t want to disturb you, but you are unnerved, of course, of their eyes always on you. They are predators, but god, can they wait for you. Stalking is half of the fun, right? If you come to them, they’ll hug and coo all over you, and four hands are praising and giving you affection, also four arms, four eyes, and two mouths, you are so damn lucky. Tough luck, however, with trying to play them against each other as they will never let that happen. No matter what they are doing, it’s a communal thing. Everyone sleeps, eats, brushes their teeth together. Punishments and love are spread equally over all participants, and there is no such thing as favoritism, the twin who gets too much attention eventually pushing you into the other’s lap for his turn

♡ Atsumu naturally is the bolder twin, and he likes going in to touch you, hug you, and tell you he loves you, and the longer he has to sit and restrain himself, the more he gets antsy. Full on, tapping his fingers, swaying back and forth nervously, as if you were a drug, he just has to consume. Only Osamu can hold his brother back, or he’d be all over you forever, keeping you in his lap as he lets you read to him, play with you, wrestle you and make out with you all the time. However, he’s also the one who gets pouty quickly, throws temper tantrums, and has violent outbursts if ignored for too long. Not consoling Atsumu also means you get on the bad side with his brother, and it’s up to you if you want the two brothers to fight or not, worsening your situation by the second since you are the one who will have to endure all that comes from arguments

♡ Osamu is much more comfortable to have around and a good watchdog for his brother. He cooks for you, buys the things you ask him for, and even if he gets a hug, he cuts it short, so you don’t get uncomfortable. But oh boy, do you not want to be on his wrong side. You simply don’t want to be ignored by him, or all hell will break loose. You can’t count on Atsumu taking care of you, who’d rather cuddle all day than feed you, and Osamu has more than once broken down the bathroom door after you refused to come out. He grew out of violence, but being ignored by him is like a death sentence. That time where he’s upset is also very cold since he pays the bills and lays in front of you at night. You don’t want to be pushed on his lap after Atsumu is done with you when he’s in a bad mood, or you will be treated worse than a doormat

Akaashi

♡ When you first meet Akaashi, he’s so pleasant and affable; it’s like a dream come true. He’s always helping, knows how to handle Bokuto’s mood swings, he seems just generally like a good guy, and there’s no reason not to hang out with him. That is until you suddenly realize that he’s been manipulating you all this time, making you lose contact with other people and isolate you, up to the point where you wonder if you actually ever knew him at all. While he seems to make significant upgrades in his life, you feel stuck the moment you moved in with him, and no one is believing you when you tell them that Akaashi must have completely brainwashed you. Sounds a little weird, don’t you agree? Maybe you agree, perhaps everyone is right, and you need help. Good that you have such a reliable boyfriend- oh ups, husband at your side. When did you marry again?

♡ Life is really, truly good. He supports you. He takes you out on dates still. You two consider expanding your household. Your family just shook their heads about your concern, but even now, you just don’t feel right, as if you went somewhere entirely wrong with your choices. And yet, when he grabs your hand over the dining table, telling you you look as beautiful as the day he met you, your heart melts. Surely, it’s not Akaashi’s fault. He loves you so much, after all. Enough to make sure that the unfortunate person that was in love with you and conveyed their feelings to your - back then - best friend Akaashi, never got the chance to take you away from him

Aone

♡ Having Aone lock onto you wasn’t planned, but you sure felt like he was a hero when he saved you from some dark figures on your way home. He didn’t say much, but he escorted you home, and you felt terrible, making him walk all the way back to his own home, so the next day, you made it all worse by buying him lunch. Poor, sweet Aone, he confused your politeness for interest in him, pondering all day about what to do to make sure you’d understand the feelings he had for you in return. It wasn’t an accident that he walked by when you were approached by someone shady. It also isn’t when he accompanies you home the next day. Or the day after, despite you not knowing he’s there. He’s so damn tall, and yet you still manage to miss him, and it frustrates him, as your attention should be on him, right? But he’s too awkward to come out with it straight

♡ He doesn’t like your friends, and he doesn’t like you being so distant all the time. You may laugh as he approaches you about these concerns he has, but you regret that laugh the next time you wake up in an unfamiliar room, only Aone being by your side. He’s wringing his hands nervously, and you think you see pearls of sweat on his forehead. Though the moment you wake up, he jumps to a stand and dashes off, leaving you behind, chained by your foot. If you don’t appreciate his worries and how much he cares about you, then you shouldn’t be out and running wild. Aone doesn’t want his heart to be broken, even if that means he has to break your will first. And that he can do, volleyball taught him as much

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starcrossedkaiju · 4 years ago

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Kingslayer AU: Chapter Six

Finally. Onto the newer chapters. These’ll have a lot more character development and bonding. I wrote this about two days ago. So it’s hot off the presses.

I’m actually kinda proud of this one. Also I’m trying to make these shorter because I don’t wanna be writing a single chapter for three days straight anymore; it was burning me the hell out.

Tango readjusted his scarf, throwing the end of it behind him. It hit Scott in the face on the way down.

“Watch it,” Scott smacked the man in front of him on the shoulder.

“You’re annoying,” Tango replied from in front of him.

“Guys,” Impulse scolded.

They were approaching the end of the tree line, which would lead them right to the gates of Dogwarts. Scott had been looking at his feet for most of the journey, which is why he ran into Tango when he stopped suddenly.

Tango turned around and pushed him away, “Watch it,” he said with sarcasm.

The group chose to stop just inside the trees. Impulse drew a cloth from his pocket and wrapped it over Scott’s eyes. If he was the one making the plan he wouldn’t have himself as a kidnapping victim, it was a bit on the nose. Tango said it was just for looks.

Scott’s weapons were taken and stashed in Impulse’s Ender Chest, as well as his pager.

Scott sighed, “I still don’t understand why we can’t just get in there and…” he made a stabbing gesture to the air.

Impulse made a sarcastic attempt at looking shocked, “okay, first off, there’s six of them and three of us,” he pointed out.

“Second, that would be impulsive and stupid. They would all come back and hunt us for sport,” he said.

“Says you,” Scott said in the wrong direction, because he was blindfolded. Impulse rolled his eyes at the jape.

“Okay, you ready?” Tango put a hand on Scott’s shoulder. Eager to get a move on.

“As ever,” Scott replied. Then he was lifted off his feet by his accomplices, both of which were taller than him. A hand under each arm.

The trio left the trees and trudged up the mountain towards Dogwarts. Scott went over his life choices in his head while Tango and Impulse quietly argued over not dropping him.

Apparently someone was waiting for them, because Tango began exchanging words with a person standing in front of the gates. It was Etho, no doubt. They discussed the elephant in the room, Scott stuck to the plan and said nothing. Even when Etho asked him how it felt.

He did flip him the bird though.

When Scott was re-introduced to the ground he was on a set of wooden steps. Tango had gone inside, presumably to alert the boss of the situation. Impulse kept a firm grip on Scott’s forearm.

“You know what to do right?” Impulse asked.

Scott nodded. Hoping his acting skills weren’t too rough around the edges.

The door clicked open and a pair of hands dragged him into the main base, pushed him down in a chair, and pulled his blindfold off.

Across from Scott, standing over the opened book on the enchantment table was the Red King. A shiny new pair of sunglasses rested on his face, on top of a purple-tinted nose, and his arm was in a sling. The sight almost brought a smile to Scott’s face.

Ren clapped the book shut and stood to assess his guest.

“Well, what a pleasant surprise,” he greeted without a smile.

Tango put a hand on Scott’s back, “I think you’d be pleased to know he came to us,” he said.

An eyebrow raised from under Ren’s sunglasses. He reached out and pulled a chair from a table near the wall, positioning it in front of Scott.

Ren sighed and sat down, crossing his legs, “is that so?” he asked. Scott started getting uncomfortable.

Impulse made to speak up but was silenced by a hand.

“Let the man speak for himself,” Ren ordered, “come on now dude. Don’t tell me you’ve lost your voice,” he teased.

Scott cleared his throat, “I came to them. Yes,” he confirmed.

“Why,” Ren asked sternly.

Scott did his best not to squirm.

“I changed my mind,” he said, “I want except your offer. To join the Red Army,” Scott explained.

Ren laughed out loud. He threw his head back and leaned backwards. Scott bit the inside of his lip and looked away. Tango shifted on his feet.

“Really?” Ren asked, he was almost crying.

“Ren…” Impulse attempted to calm the king down but was silenced.

“No, no, by all means I want to hear what Major has to say,” Ren said with encouragement.

Scott grimaced, “Although I do not agree that kidnapping me was the best way to go about gaining my interest,” he started.

“Well it certainly gained some interest,” Ren said under his breath.

“I was already considering leaving my agreement with the Red Desert; and do not get me wrong I don’t appreciate anything you and your men have put me or my husband through,” Scott raised his voice. Assertiveness taking over, he stood up.

“I can see an opportunity when it holds an axe above my head,” Scott crossed his arms.

“I am willing to come to an agreement with you. I will join your army, I will act as a double agent, I will act under your orders, on one condition,” he held up a finger.

Ren slowly stood to meet his gaze, although he was a lot taller.

“Jimmy will not be involved,” Scott said explicitly.

The Red King turned away and went back to the enchantment table, he gazed into the book absently. Then tossed it back on the table.

“You’re on thin Ice Major,” Ren concluded and quickly left.

Scott expected a handshake at least.

“I’d say that went pretty well,” Tango said after the door slammed.

“He agreed?” Scott asked.

“Well he didn’t reject. So I’d say you’re hired,” Impulse provided.

“He thinks you’re a valuable asset. I don’t think he could afford to refuse your offer,” Tango leaned down and reassured.

Scott slouched down in the chair and rubbed his eyes. This was a bad idea.

His first orders came two days later. He was put in charge of the “chores”. Which essentially meant he was doing everything nobody else wanted to do.

Tango assured him that the Red Army was just sizing him up to see if he was actually serious. It was precaution, considering Scott had sort of blindsided them by joining forces. Nobody would look him in the eyes unless they were ordering him around. He knew he wasn’t meant to feel welcome there.

“They’ll come around, although I’m not sure why it bothers you,” he said.

“It’s just awkward,” Scott excused, “they act like I’m gonna pull a knife on them whenever there’s only two of us on the room,” he said.

“Well, after you showed them the door two weeks ago they’ve been a bit jumpy,” Tango replied.

Being the supply runner meant the sacrifice of his sleep schedule, except for his three “off days”. In order to operate effectively he had to do most of his chores at night when his husband was sleeping; and thank god he did that most of the time.

Most of the time.

The other times Scott packed a bag full of iron or wood and said he was running errands under the guise of not being able to sleep. It didn’t feel good to lie, but as far as Jimmy was concerned Scott only left the house on the nights they were both awake.

At the next meeting Scott complained to Tango over a bottle of mystery alcohol, “I may as well be an indentured servant,” he poured himself another glass.

“You know, Scott, you’re actually doing something pretty important,” Tango said from where he was lounging on a pile of pillows.

“Indentured servant,” Scott repeated.

“You’re the one in charge of all their resources. I mean they even have you doing farm work right? So you know like, everything about them,” Tango pointed out.

Scott put his head down on the table, “to the last stack of paper,” he deadpanned.

Tango sighed, he got up and pat his teammate on the back.

“At least you’re not on Nether duty,” he said.

“I’m leading a double life! I’m lying to my husband, I’m lying to my friends, I’m lying to the whole Red Army! Who am I?,” Scott shouted; and he meant it more than he’d like to under the alcohol.

“Okay, that’s deeper than I wanna go,” Tango replied. He sat back down and chugged the last of his drink.

“I mean I’m just sitting here, letting other people write my life for me!” Scott continued.

“Okay calm down,” Tango said.

“No! I won’t. You have no idea what I’ve been through,” Scott stood up, his chair slammed on the ground.

Tango shot to his feet, “then enlighten me, Scott. Enlighten me on how hard your life has been while you ignored the rest of the server,” he yelled.

“While you sat back and did nothing, watching the world fall apart around you?” he provided.

“You don’t know me,” Scott said with disgust.

“And who does, Scott?” Tango replied.

The other couldn’t answer, because Tango was right. Scott nodded curtly, picked up his drink, and left the room.

He finished his drink on the way out and threw the glass against the rock face next to the abandoned cow farm.

The shards exploded and scattered in the snow.

Impulse found him sitting on a bolder an hour later, sharpening a stick with a rock.

“I heard you had a disagreement,” he said without warning.

Scott turned around, then resumed his sulking.

“We had an argument, you may as well call it what it is,” he replied.

“Hm,” Impulse responded.

“He insulted me,” Scott complained.

“Does “insulted” mean he said something true that you don’t like?” Impulse asked.

Scott didn’t respond.

Impulse leaned on the side of the bolder and looked into the distance, thinking about his next sentences. Chips of wood fell near his feet.

“You know it would be a lot easier if you two could just get along,” he said.

“Okay dad,” Scott deadpanned.

“Don’t start with me now. I’m trying to help you,” Impulse cautioned.

“Sorry,” Scott apologized. He felt worse when he insulted Impulse than when he insulted Tango.

“I know he’s a bit of a handful, but so are you. I want to make this as easy as possible, and I know you’re not looking to make friends right now, but I think you would feel better-“ Impulse started, Scott rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“You would feel better if you just,” he gestured with his hands between himself and Scott, “let us in,” Impulse finished a bit dejected.

Scott stopped sharpening his dwindling stick. He sighed and dropped it in his lap, putting his head on his knees.

“Who else can it be Scott? Don’t shut down on us like this,” Impulse begged.

“Leave me alone,” Scott said without hesitation.

Impulse lingered next to him, then pat his hand on the rock and nodded. He walked away.

Scott raised his head and watched him until his head disappeared under the hill.

#ACT 2 BABEY #kingslayer au #3rdlife #3rd life smp #3rdlife smp #scott smajor #me trying to remember who is in this #tangotek #impulsesv #rendog #ethoslab #barely but he is there.#mcyt #cas types

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