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thesparkling-diamond27 · 22 days ago

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When Love Remains: Bully

Nick Nelson x Reader Nick x Charlie Reader x oc

Summary: Wicked movie was great. Fun night at the cinema goes wrong. Harry is an asshole as always. Ben is back for a bit (yippee). Nick sticks up for Charlie. Nick sticks up for Charlie. Code🟣. Noah takes a page out of Romeo’s book. The new normal now exists.

Warning: mentioning of eating disorder and body dysmorphia. If you or anyone you know is struggling with an eating disorder please call (846)952-6293

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With tech week looming around the corner, Noah thought it would be a good idea for us to go to the movies to have some fun. He invited me and a few other people to go see the new Wicked movie. Fitting for theatre kids like us.

Imogen and I arrived at the cinema and we saw Charlotte, Caitlin and Jordan (our fellow cast mates) already waiting in line, so we joined them.

“Hey Y/n! Hey Imogen!” Charlotte said.

“Hey!” We responded

“Are you excited for this film? I know I am!” Said Caitlin.

“I’m so excited! I’ve had the broadway cast recording on repeat for the past week and although it was hard, I refrained myself from hearing the movie soundtrack.” I said

“You’re stronger than me. I caved as soon as the album dropped.” Jordan said and we all laughed.

Imogen looked around before saying, “Are we still waiting for Noah and Freddie?”

“Yeah.” Caitlin said.

“You would think the person who planned this hangout would be on time.” Charlotte joked.

“Well it looks like Noah will be one of the last ones to arrive.” I said.

“I’m sorry what was that?”

I turned around and saw Noah and Freddie standing behind me.

“Oh look who finally decided to show.” I said sarcastically.

“I would have been here on time, but my mum was taking forever. I’m sorry”

“It’s okay. At least we’re all here now.”

“I wish we could drive already! I hate having to wait for our parents all the time.” Freddie complained.

“Don’t worry Freddie. We got one more year.” I said.

“And I’m counting the days until I’m 17.” Freddie said. We all laughed at that.

I started to look at the menu when I heard Noah ask, “Do you know what you’re going to get?”

“Well I always get a cherry slushy, so I’m definitely getting that.”

“Excellent choice.”

“And I usually get chips or nacho’s but the wicked popcorn looks so good! But I’m not sure if I’ll like it.”

“How bout this. You can buy the wicked popcorn and if you don’t like it, I’ll buy a medium popcorn so we can share.”

I looked at Noah shocked.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be spending unnecessary money on me.”

“Don’t worry it’s fine and if you like the wicked popcorn you can still have some of my popcorn if you want.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“You can start with thank you.” He joked.

“Ugh you sound like my brother.”

Noah laughed.

It was finally my turn to order so I ordered my slushee and wicked popcorn and Noah ordered a medium popcorn with a coke.

Once everyone ordered their food we all headed to the theatre with excitement.

We found our rows, I happened to be sitting between Noah and Imogen, and we settled into our seats as the previews played.

“Ahhh I’m so exited! I can’t wait to hear Cynthia’s and Ariana’s amazing angelic voices!” I exclaimed.

“I know and the fact that they sang live on set for the entire movie makes me look forward to the movie even more.” Imogen agreed enthusiastically.

Charlotte said something to Imogen, so I took a slip of my slushee when Noah asked me, “Are you the type of person to eat all their popcorn before the movie starts or do you like to wait?”

“I’m more in the middle. My popcorn is about halfway done, by the time the movie starts.”

“Ah half and half.”

“Yup.”

We both laughed.

“Did you try the wicked popcorn yet.”

“Ah no not yet. Do you want to try it with me?”

“Sure.”

I grabbed one green popcorn and one pink popcorn and handed them to Noah before I picked a green and pink pair for myself. We counted down to three and popped the popcorn into my mouth. It was sweet, but not too sweet. It was hard to describe, but it tasted really good.

“Wow not bad.” Noah said.

“Yeah it’s really good.”

I went in for another one, but then I winced when I tasted caramel.

“Are you okay?” Noah asked.

“Yeah I think I just tasted a caramel one. I’m not a caramel person.”

Noah nodded with understanding.

I looked into my popcorn bucket and sure enough there were brown popcorn pieces scattered around with the pink and green ones.

“Do you like caramel?” I asked.

“I sure do.”

“Do you want the caramel ones? I’m not going to eat them.”

“Sure I’ll trade some of my popcorn for your caramel popcorn.”

“Deal.”

We both brought our popcorn buckets closer to each other, so that we can reach into each other’s popcorn buckets. Eventually the movie started and me and Imogen both shared looks of excitement.

Occasionally during the movie, Noah and I’s hands would bump into each other and it didn’t feel awkward.

A few times my eyes wandered over at Noah and I would see him seriously paying attention to the screen. I remembered the words Xander told me at the diner.

“I think he likes you”

There’s no way that Noah likes me. It’s impossible. We’re just good friends and the only time we’ll be doing anything even remotely romantic will be on stage.

Cynthia Erivo’s character Elphaba rode her broom out into the sunset, now that she’s a wanted fugitive, and the movie came to an end. To be continued was shown in big letters to inform the audience of part 2.

The majority of the audience, and myself included, were in tears due to the cinematic masterpiece we had just witnessed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie adaption of a musical be done with such perfection.” I said.

“I know! I have no words.” Imogen said.

My friends and I stood in the theatre for a a little longer, mainly to compose ourselves, before we all exited out into the hallway.

“I am definitely going to see that movie 10 more times!” Charlotte said.

“I’ll be in the theatre with you.” Caitlin said.

“Me too.” I added.

“Hey do you guys want to go freshen up in the bathroom?” Imogen asked. All of the girls agreed.

“Jordan and I actually have to go to the bathroom.” Freddie said.

“I’ll come with you guys.” Noah said, “I don’t want to be the only one out here.”

The six of us went into the bathroom and agreed to meet outside in the hallway. I checked in the mirror and noticed that I didn’t look too bad. Just a little bit of water did the trick.

I decided that I should probably call my mum to come pick Imogen and I up, but the girls still weren’t done.

“I’m just going to step outside and call my mum.” I said.

“Alright!”

“Sounds good.”

“Okay!” They all responded.

I stepped outside the bathroom and opened my phone, when I heard familiar voices coming from down the hallway.

“Do you like musicals?” That voice sounded familiar.

“Harry, can you just piss off, please?”

I froze for multiple reasons.

1) I knew the second voice belonged to Nick and it made me freak out. I wasn’t prepared to run into him at the cinema.

2) Nick said Harry, so that means that the first voice was Harry’s. The bane of my existence (insert eye roll).

3) If Harry and Nick were here that meant the rest of the rugby team were here too. Great.

“What sort of guys do you like then?”Harry asked.

This question peaked my interest mainly because I don’t think Nick told the rugby team about his sexuality because

1) they were all grade A assholes

2) most of them were homophobic. Sorry not sorry. And especially Harry. Even if none of them realized it. Harry must have asked that question because Charlie was here.

“I don’t know.” That voice sounded like Charlie’s

“Are you okay?” I turned around and saw Noah, Jordan, and Freddie looking down at my hands concerned.

I looked down and realized that I crushed my empty slushee cup to a crisp. I must have not realized I did that because I was so anxious thinking about running into Nick and the conversation that I just heard. I released the cup and threw it in the trash.

“Yeah it’s just…I think Nick, Charlie, and the rugby team are here. I just wasn’t prepared to run into any of them.”

The three of them gave me understanding looks. After I told Noah the news of the break up I slowly began to tell the rest of the cast, so now everyone in my life knew that Nick and I called it quits.

“Well you’re not alone. I’m here and your friends are here. We can all walk out together.” Noah said with a smile and Jordan and Freddie said they’ll be there for me too. I gave them all a thankful smile.

I have gotten a lot closer with the people involved in the play and I was glad we could do fun things outside of rehearsal with each other like going to cinema.

A few moments later, the girls walked out of the bathroom and the six of us walked down the hallway and just as I feared I saw Nick, Charlie and the rugby team.

Imogen grabbed my hand. “It’s okay.” I nodded. I can do this I said to myself.

“You definitely have a crush on him.” Harry said.

“No.” Charlie said. He was standing very rigidly and I could tell he was extremely uncomfortable with the situation. I’m uncomfortable with the situation and I’m not even a part of it.

“You do.” Harry pestered on. Harry went over and put his shoulder around Charlie, Nick broke them up and he pushed Harry back with his friends. Charlie walked away.

“Wow, take a joke mate.” Harry said and I rolled my eyes. This obviously wasn’t a joke. Why couldn’t Harry take the hint that Nick and Charlie don’t like him. He obviously tried to make Charlie uncomfortable on purpose and it pissed me off.

Nick was about to follow Charlie when he noticed me. His expression changed from annoyance to surprise. Then there was something else flickered in there. Sadness. Harry turned around and noticed me standing there. A mischievous smile played on his face.

“Trouble in paradise?” Harry joked.

Nick said nothing and just stared at me. I ignored Harry’s comment and began to walk away to the entrance of the cinema. I still had to call my mum about picking me up. I reached to where Nick was when Harry said.

“Where you running off to Y/n? Did you two break up?”

I turned around and glared at Harry “That’s none of your business.”

“Come on I just want to know.”

“I still don’t see where that’s any of your business. I don’t remember you being involved in Nick and I’s relationship, so stay out of it.”

“Why do you have to be so rude Y/n? I’m just a concerned mate here.”

“You’re the furthest thing from a mate. I saw how you were treating Charlie earlier. He was clearly uncomfortable with your choice of words and actions, but you still kept on going. You didn’t stop until Nick intervened.”

“Charlie and I are mates. He’s cool with me.”

“Well that just shows how ignorant you truly are.” I said with a fake smile.

I began to walk away and then I felt a hand on my arm. It was Nick. He had a pleading and determined look in his eyes. I know he wants to talk things out and make amends, but I don’t know if I could do that right now.

I shook my head and pulled myself from his grasp, before I walked away to the concession stand at the theatre.

“Are you okay?” Imogen said as soon as she caught up to me.

“Yeah I just need a minute.” I began to walk away, but Imogen asked. “Do you want me to go with you?”

I shook my head. “I just need to be alone right now and I still need to go call my mum for a ride.”

Imogen nodded and then I walked away.

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Charlie

I took myself out of the equation at the cinema. Although I was used to hearing such rude types of questions and comments, it didn’t make them hurt any less. I heard the door that I just came out of open, and I turned around and saw Nick standing there.

“My dad’s here. I have to go.” I turned around and walked to the parking lot before Nick could say anything. My dad wasn’t here yet, but I didn’t want to talk about what just happened with Nick.

“Charlie.”

I continued to walk. I just wanted to be home already. My dad was right. Those guys did say something and I shouldn’t have been so naive with thinking that nothing bad can happen just because Nick would be there.

“Hey. Wait.” I felt Nick’s hand on my shoulder and he guided me to face him.

“I’m so sorry.” Nick said.

“It’s fine.”

It wasn’t fine, but what could I do. There were simply people in this world, like Harry, who acted like this towards people like me and there’s nothing I can do about it. I just have to learn to ignore them.

“No. Harry was being a complete idiot and some of the others were being really unfriendly and…We should have just left.”

“Nick. I’m honestly used to it by now. I’ll see you at school.”

Nick looked like he wanted to say more, but I turned around and continued to walk. He didn’t seem to be following me anymore, so I guess our conversation was over.

“Charlie.”

That voice didn’t belong to Nick. That voice belonged to….I quickly turned around and my assumption was right when I saw Ben standing there.

Ben was with us at the cinema earlier and I did a good job with avoiding him as much as possible. I thought I was going to get away with not having to interact with him at all, but it seems like Ben had other plans.

“I saw you holding hands with him. In the cinema.”

I said nothing and looked down at the ground. I was frozen. I didn’t know what to say to him. A part of me wanted to scream at him and say that Nick and I are going out, but I know I can’t do that to Nick. Nick is still trying to figure things out and he’s not out yet. Not to mention that he has to straighten out things with Y/n.

“No.” I said.

“But you are getting with him?”

“No.”

Ben shook his head with frustration. “Don’t lie. Well I believe that you’re not going out with him. As if anyone would ever want to go out with someone as desperate as you.”

“You did”. I shot back.

“Are you joking? You actually thought I liked you? You were just there like some tragic loser with barely any friends, who ate lunch alone and let bullies walk all over you. I never liked you. I’m not even gay. I just felt really sorry for you.”

I knew he was lying. I’m sure that at one point he did have feelings for me and maybe he still does. That would explain why he still wants to talk to me now after we parted ways.

I knew his words were all lies, but a part of me believed that what he was saying was true. That he actually did feel sorry for me and I did let those bullies walk all over me.

The sound of a running car appeared and it turned out to be my dad. Thank god. I didn’t know how much more of Ben I could take.

Charlie are you ready to go?” My dad asked.

“Yeah.” I said and I entered my dad’s car. I buckled my seatbelt and my dad looked at Ben and then at me.

“Are you okay? What was that about?”

I looked out tue car window. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.

My dad could sense something was up, but he said nothing.

“Right. Let’s go home.”

My dad put the car into drive and pulled out of the cinema parking lot.

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Nick

“So are you going to tell me what happened?”

I pulled the tissue away from my bloody nose. “There’s not really anything to tell.”

My mum didn’t buy it.

“Oh, Nicky, come on, baby.” Nellie whined from in front of my seat and I petted her head.

“Harry was saying some really nasty stuff about Charlie. He’s been really gross and mean about him for ages, and I just…I lost it.”

My mum didn’t say anything, so I continued.

“I’m just so angry at myself for not seeing that all my friends…suck. Y/n has been telling me for years to leave them, but I never listened.”

“Sweetheart, fighting is not the answer.”

“I know.” I said. My mum was right about fighting not being the answer, but I just saw red when Harry said the F word.

“He just used a really bad word.”

I looked at my mum and concern was shown on her face when she realized the word I was referring to.

“I see.” She simply said. “Charlie’s a really special friend, isn’t he?”

I didn’t know how to answer. I wanted to tell my mum how much Charlie meant to me, but she doesn’t know about that part about myself yet. I want to tell her, but I just don’t know where to begin.

“Yeah. He is.” I said and I left it at that.

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Charlie

I walked the hallways to form with determination. I couldn’t shake what Harry just said to me out of my head. He said that him and Nick had gotten into a fight and normally I wouldn’t believe a thing that comes out of Harry’s mouth, but he did have a busted lip. I needed to get to the bottom of it.

I entered form and Nick was already sitting in his seat. I pulled my chair back and when Nick heard the chair scrape he turned to face me and that’s when I saw a bruise under his eye. So it was true. Nick and Harry got into a fight after I left. It had to have happened after Nick and I had our conversation outside.

“Hi.” Nick said, but I ignored our usual morning greeting and cut right to the chase.

“What happened?” I pointed at his face.

Nick straightened and said, “Oh, uh…Yeah I kind of got into a fight. With Harry. After you left and I went back to the group, he…he started saying some…things about you. I just lost it.”

I looked at him shocked. I thought Nick and Harry had a physical fight, because they had a disagreement, not because of me.

“And I punched him, and…yeah.” Nick finished.

“Nick. You didn’t have to do that. I promise, I’m used to people saying stuff about me.”

“No, but you shouldn’t have to be.” Nick said frustrated. “People shouldn’t be saying stuff about you in the first place. You shouldn’t have to put up with anything like that.”

I know what Nick was saying was right. What he said are thoughts that I’ve always buried deep down, but what could I do? It’s not like I could shake all the rudeness and negativity out of people like Harry. I turned away from Nick and faced forward.

“I’m sorry.” I said.

“No. You’re not allowed to say the “s” word.”

I looked up at and Nick and the mood shifted to a lighter tone.

“I don’t even want to be friends with those people anymore.”

“I don’t expect you to dump your friends for me.” I said. “Some of the rugby boys are nice.” And that was true. Three of them have always been nice to me.

“Even they just…stood there.”

I looked down when I realized that Nick was right. They might not have done anything wrong, but they didn’t do anything to stop Harry either.

“I’m tired of all of them.” Then Nick put his head on my shoulder. I put my head on top of his.

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I was currently in my dressing room at the square theatre putting on my makeup for the show. I couldn’t find my mascara anywhere, so I stood out of my chair to go look for it in my bag. Immediately I started to see white cloud my eyes and I instantly leaned on the counter for support.

I haven’t eaten all day and now I was starting to feel the effects. I haven’t really eaten much all week and it seemed like it was starting to catch up to me. But I can’t back down now. I still have three more days.

Once my vision cleared, I sat back down and that’s when I heard a knock on my door.

“Come in.” The door opened and Ivy stepped in the doorway.

“I have your dresses.”

“Oh thank you.” I said with a weak smile.

Ivy shut the door and set the dresses on the counter beside me.

“The dresses were adjusted, so they should fit now.”

I grabbed Ivy’s hand. “Thank you so much. Truly. For helping me out with the costumes.”

“My pleasure.” She said with a smile.

I turned back to the mirror and found my mascara sitting on the table behind my makeup bag. I unscrewed the cap and saw Ivy through the mirror. I thought she was going to leave after dropping off my costumes, but she simply stood there and watched me.

“Is there something else?” I asked.

“Yes actually.”

“What is it?” I turned around in my seat and faced my body towards her.

“Did you notice anything different about your dresses?”

I looked at them on top of the table and noticed nothing different about them.

“No..I don’t think so.”

“No? The color doesn’t seem different or maybe…the size.”

There was nothing wrong said in her statement, but it was the way she said it that didn’t sit right with me. I placed the top of my mascara back on and set it on the counter.

“Well you altered the dress, so that it could fit me for tonight.”

“Yes.”

I looked at Ivy confused. “What are you implying?”

“Oh nothing it’s just….” Ivy began to walk to the other side of my dressing room and her back was faced to me. “….did you ever wonder why the dresses never fit, even when Ms. Carlotta altered them?”

That’s something that I have constantly wondered. Dreaded even. It’s the reason why I fell back into old habits. Habits that I can’t brake anymore. I didn’t say anything, but Ivy smirked and continued.

“Well I’ll leave any suspicions that you might have.” Ivy turned around to face me. “It was me.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“I’m the one who made the dresses smaller and every time Ms. Carlotta let it out, I would secretly alter the dresses to make them smaller.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. All this time I have been blaming myself for not fitting into the dresses and now I’m hearing that it was because of Ivy.

“W-why would you do that?”

“Why? Why?!” Ivy laughed. “Because I should have been Juliet. Not you! I auditioned for the role and I should have gotten it, but Ms. Swan had to give it to you. I didn’t even get to be an understudy or have any role! Ms. Swan gave me nothing. At first I was going to take it out on Ms. Swan, but then I decided it would be more fun to mess with you.”

So that’s why she did it? Because she was jealous?

“That’s why you did it? To get back at me?”

“Yes, but also to make everyone see who you truly are. Someone who is ugly and doesn’t deserve anyone.”

I wanted to protest, but my words got stuck in my throat. What Ivy just said to me is what has been clouding my mind for months. I tried to deny the negative thoughts, but maybe I was right. Maybe Ivy is right. Maybe I wasn’t beautiful. And that’s why Nick cheated on me with Charlie. Tears began to well up in my eyes.

“It looks like my work here is done.” And with a little wave, and an innocent smile, Ivy walked out of my room and left me to cry.

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Nick

I’ve contemplated all week on whether I should go see the play. When the tickets became available for purchase, I brought a ticket for all three nights, because Y/n and I were still together. Now that things aren’t the best between us I wasn’t sure if she would even want me there.

However, Charlie said that I still should go. He said that although Y/n probably doesn’t want me to be there, the least I could do is show my support.

He also brought up the fact that Y/n and I have been friends since forever and that I should be for her no matter what even if she doesn’t want nothing to do with me.

Charlie and the whole friend group are all going as well and it would be weird if I was the only one who didn’t go. I was nervous, but hopeful because maybe Y/n would be willing to talk.

We all agreed to meet up at the square theatre at 6:20, so that we can be there on time for when the doors open at 6:30. My mum found a parking spot and parked. I got out of the car and went over to meet everybody who was already in line. My mum also had a ticket, but she wanted to give me some space, so she let me go ahead first.

I passed the front of the line and I saw Y/n’s family: Her parents and her brother. Her parents didn’t notice me, but Xander did and if looks could kill I would be six feet under the ground.

A couple feet down the line were Elle, Tara, Darcy, Isaac, Tao, and Charlie. I gave a small wave and they all smiled in return, minus Tao.

“Hi.” Charlie said with a smile.

“Hi.” I said in return. I wish Charlie and I could interact more, but there were too many people here. I’m not out yet, so doing anything in that light with Charlie would definitely cause some stares and I just don’t think I’m ready for that yet.

“Are you guys excited cause I am!” Tara said.

“I am! I’m ready to see one of my best friends go up onstage and say “oh Romeo! Romeo! Where out thou oh Romeo.” Elle exclaimed.

“I’m always excited to see Y/n! I know she’s going to kill it as Juliet.” Isaac spoke up.

“I can’t believe we’re going to see Y/n make out with a stranger onstage, but I heard he’s insanely cute.” Darcy said teasingly. Tara nudged her in the ribs. Darcy was confused until she realized what she just said.

“Sorry.” She said as she turned to me.

“It’s okay.” I said.

Everyone knows that Charlie and I are sort of together, but Y/n and I broke up, and I was still learning how to move on from her. Y/n and I were together for a while and my feelings for her aren’t just going to go away over night. Not to mention that my relationship with Y/n is rocky at the moment.

Charlie put a hand on my shoulder and that was all the comfort I needed. It amazes me how Charlie has been sticking by me through all my confusion and I’m forever grateful for him. I’m still trying to figure out everything about my sexuality and my situation with Y/n and Charlie hasn’t moved one bit.

I knew I was slowly getting there though. I knew the first step to moving on from Y/n was making amends with her. The other day Y/n didn’t seem happy to see me at the cinema, but she did defend me and Charlie, so maybe that can be seen as a sign that she’s ready to talk.

The time reached 6:30 and the doors of the theatre were opened to the audience. We walked in and it was as if were transported into another world.

We haven’t even entered the theatre yet and I could hear the music blasting from where we were standing. It felt like we were at a party. The lights were dimmed and LED lights were all around to give that club feeling.

There was even a merch stand. There were baseball caps, water bottles, jewelry pins, t-shirts, posters, stuffed animals, etc. A life sized stuff bear was even there to take pictures with.

“A poster of Y/n Collins? Don’t mind if I do.” Darcy said as she went over to the merch stand.

“You do realize that the guy playing Romeo is on the poster as well.” Elle pointed out.

“I know, but my dear friend is in the center of it. I better be getting an autograph from her after the show.” I laughed at her comment.

Darcy went to go buy merch with the girls and Isaac, while Charlie, Tao, and I stood off to the side. As the seconds ticked by, I became more and more nervous. I wanted to talk to Y/n tonight, but I don’t know how willing she will be to do so. Charlie must have sensed my nervousness.

“Are you thinking about Y/n?” Charlie asked.

I nodded. Tao rolled his eyes. I pulled Charlie a few feet away to give us some privacy.

“I’m pretty sure she’ll be willing to talk to you. From what we saw she didn’t seem mad at you at the cinema.” Charlie.

“I know it’s just she’s my best friend and I know taking this step will help me get over her faster and I want to for you.”

Charlie looked surprised at what I just said, “For me?”

“Yeah. You don’t deserve any of this. You’re waiting for me to get over Y/n and it’s one of the reasons why we’re not together yet.”

“Okay let me stop you right there. I’m not going anywhere. Would it be ideal that you didn’t have feelings for Y/n anymore? Sure. But I understand. I understand how important she is to you and you want to make things right with her the right way. The only way to do that is to approach with caution and that takes time. Now as for the other thing. There’s no clock that’s counting down the time you have to come out. That’s up to you to decide and I will be with you every step of the way. Okay?”

I didn’t say anything and instantly hugged him. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear those words until Charlie said it. Hearing those words made me feel more confident for tonight and for the future.

“We got our merch.” Tara said, “Are you guys ready to go?”

I wondered where Tao was and I realized that he was already with Isaac and Elle. Charlie and I nodded.

The actual theatre itself was even more impressive. It was in the round, which meant that there was a round stage in the center that was surround by the audience.

There were two pathways, opposite of each other, that looked like pathways to backstage. Above each pathway looked like a mini stage and there were huge crosses that were made with bright LED lights.

There were also ladders and cat walks above, so it made me wonder if maybe this show would be interactive. We were all able to find seats in the front row and I was even able to save a seat for my mum.

“Y/n specially said that one of us should sit in that chair.” Tara said and she pointed at the only chair in the aisle that wasn’t a part of the seats in the audience.

“I’m not sitting there.” Darcy said.

“Why not. It’s not the only one in the audience.” Tara said and she had a point. A few summed chairs were scatters throughout the first row.

“I don’t want to sit there.”

“Rock paper scissors?” Isaac offered. Darcy sighed before she agreed. While they were playing rock pare scissors, I opened my phone, so I could text my mum, when I noticed a text notification from someone I didn’t expect.

I received a text from Y/n.

༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･༄˖°.🍂.

I tried on both dresses and they both miraculously fit, like a glove how they’re supposed to. It was loose in a few areas, but it was only noticeable up close. I don’t know if they fit because it’s a coincidence or maybe Ivy fixed them for the play. Either way the dresses fit, so I’m not complaining.

I managed to finish my makeup and hair and get dressed into my first outfit (black tank top, washed out jeans) all while remaining in my seat. That was the only way I could get ready without passing out. I needed food in my system pronto, but I couldn’t break my streak. If I could just get through this performance thought, but even I knew that wouldn’t be possible.

I put my head in my hands. How did this even happen? If I would have told the me in January about what was happening right now I would have laughed. Well look who’s laughing now. Probably Ivy.

How could someone be so despicable and evil? She got so jealous that she managed to get me to relapse into old habits that I swore I never would get into them again, but here I am. In the same old spot.

I lifted my head and grabbed my phone to check the time. It was 6:35. The show started in 25 minutes and I wanted to cry. As much as I wanted to continue what I started, I knew I needed to eat something if I was going to go on stage tonight. My only problem was getting the food.

I could ask Imogen, but she doesn’t know about my history of food and I would have to explain the situation to her and I didn’t have the energy to do that right now.

I couldn’t ask my family because they had no idea how I’ve been feeling about food lately and they would severely panic and thats not what I need right now. Especially when I’m about to go onstage.

My friends in the audience was a no go either, because just like Imogen, they had no idea about my history with food.

There was another person I could reach out to, but I don’t know if they would be willing to help me. We weren’t on the best of terms right now. Then my mind went to the words he said to me not too long ago.

“Whenever you’re feeling not okay you can come to me. Remember that. And it doesn’t matter what I’m doing. It doesn’t matter if I’m in class, or sleeping, or doing whatever. It doesn’t matter what the status of our relationship is either. It doesn’t matter if we’re happily in love or aren’t talking with one another. If you need me. Come find me.”

When he said this to me he was trying to comfort me because he could sense something was wrong. Things were different between us now, but if there was one thing I knew about Nick, it was that he always kept his promises. If he said it back then, then that means he meant it which means that he might be willing to help me.

I picked up my phone with shaky hands, and did something I never thought I’d do today.

[Y/n]: can you come to my dressing room?

[Y/n]: code purple

6:40 pm

After Nick discovered my condition, we decided to come up with a code for us to use. If I ever relapsed again, or had bad thoughts that could lead to a relapse, all I had to do was say code purple and he would know.

Immediately after I sent the text I placed my phone on the table face down. I grabbed my water-bottle and took a sip since that’s all I had in here. A couple seconds later I heard a ding from my phone and I quickly grabbed it and saw a text from Nick.

[Nick]: yeah I can come

[Nick]: how do I get there?

[Nick]: am I even allowed back there?

6:40 pm

[Y/n]: it’s fine

[Y/n]: just wait until a guy in a grey sweatshirt comes out from backstage

[Y/n]: once you see him follow him

6:40 pm

Nick liked all of my message, so I hope he understood and gets here without any issues. I was feeling a little better now so I stood up and began pacing.

What do I do when he gets here? What do I say? Do I hug him or cut right to the chase? No that would be rude. I should maybe quickly explain the situation and not go into too much detail because

a) this would be the first time we will be properly talking since we broke up and

2) the show was going to start in , I checked the time on my phone, 18 minutes.

I wonder if— I heard a knock on my door. I brushed the hair behind my ear and walked over to the door. With bated breath I slowly opened the door and saw Nick standing nervously in the hallway.

“Hi.”

“Hey you.” He responded.

I opened the door wider so he could enter in and he obliged. I quietly closed the door and turned around to look at Nick.

This was the first time I was seeing Nick up close since the break up and it was a lot to take in. I was feeling a lot of emotions. Anger. Sadness. Hurt. Anxious. Frustration.

But one emotion that overwhelmed me was relief. I felt relief that Nick still cared about me. I know he really wanted to talk to me in order to fix things, but i thought he wouldn’t want nothing to do with me after we talked things out.

That’s why I’ve been so adamant about not talking with Nick. I didn’t want to accept the fact that I could be loosing one of the most important people in my life. Now that Nick was here I knew that he still wanted to be in my life. I felt the care through his texts messages and I saw the concern in his eye and that alone made me want to cry on the spot, but I held it in. That’s not why I called him here.

I was about to speak, when I noticed that he had something in his hand. Nick noticed my line of sight and he brought what he was holding up in front of me, so that I could see what it was. He brought a bottle of apple juice and a cinnamon roll.

“If it’s as bad at it was before, I thought I could give you something to eat and drink. You’re going to need something in your system since you’re about to perform. I could only go to the vending machine since it was such short notice, but-“

I was feeling so overwhelmed with emotions, and I didn’t know how to compute them into words, so I did something that shocked the both of us. I went up to Nick and hugged him.

His body was rigid at first, but then I felt his arms wrap around me. Being in such a familiar place made me feel so warm and safe and it caused a smile to display on my face.

“Thank you for coming. I know you probably don’t want to be here, but you once said that if I ever needed you, I should come find you. No matter what our relationship status is.”

Nick softly laughed, “You remembered that.”

I nodded. “I remember everything you say. You are my best friend after all.”

“You’re my best friend too. And I meant what I said. If you need me come find me.” Nick said and broke away from the hug, “Now go on and eat the food and drink that I so graciously brought for you with my own money.” Nick joked.

He didn’t ask why I did it and he didn’t ask how. He didn’t get mad at me or disappointed in me. He came running when I needed him and that only solidified that I would always have Nick in my life. It didn’t matter that we were together or just friends. Nick will always be a part of me.

I gladly took my snack and I sat down in my chair, so I could eat. Nick grabbed a nearby chair and took a seat in front of me. There were a lot of things left unsaid, we both knew it, but we said nothing. Those discussions will have to be for another time.

“Are you going to tell me what happened to your face?” I asked.

Nicks face fell and he sighed. “I got into a fight with Harry.”

“You what?! When? How?”

“It was at the cinema. It was after you and your friends left.”

“Okay-“

A knock came from my door and Ms. Swan walked in. Her eyes widened a bit when she saw Nick, but she didn’t say anything.

“You have 2 minutes until you have to be onstage for the pre show.”

“Okay give me a minute.”

Ms. Swan was about to leave, but she turned around and looked like she remembered something.

“After the show Carlotta would like to speak with you.”

“With me?”

“Yes. You’re not in trouble. We have recently been made aware of something and we would like for you to be a part of the conversation when we talk about it.”

“Okay.”

No I was curious about what this was all about, but I couldn’t think about that right now because I’m about to go onstage. Ms. Swan left and I turned back to Nick.

“I should get going because you have a show to act in and I have a seat to sit in.” Nick said as he rose from my chair. I rose from mine and laughed at his words.

“Break a leg. I know you’ll be amazing. You always are onstage.”

“Thank you.” I said with a smile.

“And tell Imogen to break a leg too. I’m looking forward to see her dramatic rendition of the nurse.”

“Oh well you’re in for a treat.” I said as I began to walk to the door. Nick followed and together we both walked out of my dressing room.

༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

I’ve been out onstage for almost 10 minutes for the pre-show. Ms. Swan wanted to make the show as immersive and interactive as possible, so she decided to have us all come out one by one and “hang out” onstage before the show began.

I was currently playing a card game with Jordan, Conor, and Charlotte, when the music changed which indicated that it was time to begin. The four of us quickly placed the cards aside as everybody onstage started to jam out. Charlotte stepped on top of a platform center stage.

“Ladies and Gentleman.” Charlotte said with a hand held microphone. “Are you all ready for Truhman and Higg’s rendition of Romeo and Juliet?!” Charlotte began to hipe up the crowd’s and the audience cheered.

“First up we have Conor Barry as Balthasar!” Conor began to run around the stage and everyone cheered for him. Everyone did the same when it was their turn.

“Lester Mosley as Benvolio!”

“Jordan Velez as Paris!”

“Freddie O’ Moore as Capulet and Lady Capulet!”

“Imogen as the Nurse!” I heard Nick and my family cheer for her.

“Myself, Charlotte Christensen, as Tybalt and Friar Lawrence!”

“Bobby Munoz as Mercurion!”

“Now the two people that all of you have been waiting for! We have Y/n Collins as Juliet!”

I began to run around the stage and I saw all of my friends and family cheer for me that bright a smile to my face.

“And last, but not least we have Noah Harding as Romeo!”

Once Noah was done with his lap everybody on stage jammed for a few more seconds and Noah and I got into our starting positions which were on opposite ends of the round stage.

The sound of the gong rang and everybody on stage dropped “dead” on the floor. The spotlights were shown on Noah and I as we stared at each other. Charlotte stepped off from the platform and began the beginning lines of the play.

“Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes a pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;”

Noah and I start to walk around the parameter of the stage with our eyes locked as Charlotte continues.

“Whose misadventured piteous overthrows do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,and the continuance of their parents' rage, which, but their children's end, nought could remove, is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;”

Now I stood where Noah once was and Noah stood in my old spot.

“The which if you with patient ears attend, what here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.”

Noah and I stared at each other for a few more seconds before the transition music began and we both turned around and walked offstage in opposite directions.

༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

We were halfway through the show and now it was the 10 minute intermission. Everybody was filled with adrenaline and excitement backstage.

“We’re doing soooooo good!” Charlotte said.

“I know and the crowd went wild!” Imogen said.

I smiled at their cheerfulness and grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge.

“Hey good job out there.”

I stood up and became face to face with Noah.

“Thanks. You too!”

“You’re welcome and thank you.”

“I can’t believe this show is almost over. I’ve been having so much fun getting to do what I love and getting to become friends with all of you.” I said.

“I get what you mean. I didn’t expect to have as much fun as I did. I was also kind of nervous because this was first time I’ve ever acted.”

I looked at Noah shocked, “Really?!”

He nodded.

“I knew you never acted here, but I assumed that you must have acted somewhere else because you’re really good!”

Noah smiled sheepishly, “Thanks, but you don’t have to say all that.”

“But I mean it. Truly. What made you decide to audition for the play then?”

“This is going to sound embarrassing. Please dont judge.”

“I won’t judge. Scouts honor.” I said as I crossed my heart.

Noah smiled before he said. “You.”

I looked at him confused. “Me? But-“

“Alright everyone places for the second half!”

Noah said nothing and simply smiled before he began to walk to his spot for the top of the second half of the show. I stood there dumbfounded as I thought about what he just told me.

He auditioned for the play because of me. But why? What does this mean? I wanted to spend time and think about this, but I had no time to think and I went to my beginning spot.

༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

Noah’s body halfway fell on top of mine after his character Romeo drank the real vial of poison after discovering Juliet’s “dead” body in the tomb.

I waited a few seconds before I lifted my head and then moved Noah’s body off of mine. I sat up on top of the bed I was laying on and tried to shake “Romeo” awake as I called out his name, but he stood face down on the mattress.

I stood up from the mattress and began searching for the vial of poison prop.

“What’s here? A cup closed in my true love’s hand.Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after! I will lie thy lips.Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,to make me die with a restorative.”

I kneeled against the bed and kissed Noah’s lips.

“Thy lips are warm! Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. Oh, happy dagger.”

I bended down to reach the side of my leg and I pulled out the prop dagger.

“This is thy sheath; there rust, andlet me die.”

I brought the dagger into my stomach and it punctured the mini bag of fake blood that was hidden under my white satin dress. I pulled the dagger back and revealed the fake blood that was now visible to the audience. I turned around and leaned against the bed so that the other side of the audience could see.

I began to struggle and act like I was dying until I fell backward on top of Noah with my back against his back. My head fell back over the bed and I caught a glimpse of Nick and my friends in the audience before I closed my eyes and was “dead”.

༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

The play came to an end and the entire cast and I were currently taking our bows. The smile on my face was beaming when I noticed my parents and brother cheering for me on the audience. Well my parents were cheering and Xander was just smiling, but still.

I shifted my position and that’s when my eyes landed upon Nick and the rest of the group. When they caught my eyes on them they immediately started cheering louder than they were before and that caused me to laugh out loud. I looked at Nick and he had a huge smile on his face and he gave me two thumbs up.

After we all finished our bows we started to head backstage to change out of our costumes and get ready to leave. I entered my dressing room and began to change into my sweats and sweatpants.

I carefully placed the white dress on the rack to be washed for tomorrow and after I packed all of my items I plopped myself onto the chair in front of the mirror.

My face was thinner than it was before. It wasn’t guant or anything, but if I continued down that path then my face probably would start to look like that. My face also became extremely pale, but make up helped with that.

I accomplished my goal with what I wanted to do, but I felt worse than I did before. I didn’t really know what to expect to feel when I got to this point, but I didn’t expect to feel empty.

I didn’t even know where to go from here. I know I have to tell my parents what has been going on, but probably after the play. I would eat more properly of course, but I want to get this out of the way first.

I continued to think about what to do next until a knock from my door broke me from my thoughts. I rose from my seat, opened the door and Noah was standing in front of the door.

“Oh hi.”

“Hi. Can I come in?”

“Yeah sure.” I stepped aside to let him in before I shut the door.

“I came here to talk about what I said earlier.” Noah said.

My mind immediately went to the single word he said to me after I asked him why he decided to do the play: “You.”

That wasn’t on my mind a minute ago, but I knew that conservation was going to cross my mind some time tonight. I want to know what he meant by that. Was Xander’s crazy theory actually true?

“Ok. Do you want to sit?” I offered.

“No you can sit. I want to stand up for this.”

I quietly sat down and waited for Noah to start.

“Okay I don’t really know how to word this, so I’m just going to come out and say it.”

I nodded.

“I like you.”

I froze even though I wasn’t even moving. So it was true. Noah likes me. Xander was right.

“I’ve liked you for a long time.” Noah continued. “And when I found out that you were dating Nick I was disappointed, so I decided to take a step back. Now you and Nick are broken up and I’m not trying to swoop in or anything, but I just want to put myself out there by telling you how I feel. I’m not trying to pressure you or anything. I know you just got out of a serious relationship and finding out someone likes you is probably the last thing you need right now. You don’t have to feel the same way either. We can still be friends, but I just wanted to let you know how I feel about you.”

I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say. All this time I thought Noah and I were just friends, while he had all these feelings for me hidden deep inside. I didn’t say anything for a while, so Noah spoke again. He grabbed the chair that Nick sat in earlier and sat across from me. “I will let you think about what I just said, so you don’t have to say anything now.”

Noah then grabbed a strand of my hair and placed it behind my ear. “But the ball is in your court. I’ll wait for you if I have to.”

I blushed at his words. Without a word he grabbed my bag and handed it to me.

“Are you ready to meet your fans?”

I smiled and rose to meet him. “The real question is are you ready to meet your fans.”

“Me? Always.” He joked. I laughed in response. Noah opened the door for me and the two of us walked out to greet our families.

༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

I walked out from backstage with Noah and I was immediately brought into a hug by my mum.

“Oh sweetie you were incredible!”

“Thank you mum.” My mum pulled away from me and my dad was the next to hug me.

“You did so well Y/nn.”

“Thank you dad.” After I pulled away from my dad I saw Xander talking to Noah. After a few seconds Xander looked away from Noah and turned to me.

“I didn’t like how you kissed one of my friends, multiple times might I add, but you did an amazing job Y/n.” Xander grabbed my shoulders and brought me into a hug.

“Is my brother actually being decent and congratulating me? What a shocker!” I said as pulled away.

Xander was about to fight back, but our “fight” was interrupted when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Elle with a beaming smile.

“Y/n you did so good!” Elle exclaimed before she brought me into my fifth hug of the night.

“Thank you!”

“Hurry up Elle you’re hogging the celebrity!” A voice said that sounded like it belonged to Darcy. And my assumption was correct when I saw Darcy holding a poster from the merch stand and a sharpie.

“An autograph please.” She said.

I laughed before I signed my name under the name Juliet on the poster title.

“Finally an autograph from an icon!”

I playfully rolled my eyes at Darcy’s antics.

“Ignore her.” Tara said. “I’m so proud of you Y/n you did so well.” Tara said as she brought me into a hug.

“Thank you so much.”

“I can’t wait to see you again and again.” She said as she pulled away. I chuckled at her comment.

“And I shall look forward to seeing you in the audience again and again.”

After I talked with the girls for a while my eyes wandered a few feet away to where Nick and Charlie were standing. I excused myself and walked over to the pair.

Nick had a huge smile on his face before he pulled me into his embrace.

“You were wonderful Y/n” Nick said into my hair.

“Thank you.” I pulled away. “Thank you so much for coming.” I then turned to Charlie. “Both of you.”

“It was a pleasure. You did an amazing job Y/n.” Charlie said with a smile.

“Thank you.”

It looked like Nick was about to say something, but he was soon interrupted by the sound of Imogen’s voice.

“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Imogen now stood in front of me with a curious look on her face. She looked at me and then at Nick. There was a sense of relief and excitement in her eyes, but she didn’t say anything. Imogen turned back to me and said, “Ms. Carlotta is looking for you. She’s over there in the corner.”

I looked to where Imogen was pointing and I saw Ms. Carlotta talking to a small group of students.

“I wish I could talk more, but I have to talk about something urgent with Ms. Carlotta.” I said to Nick and Charlie.”thank you once again for coming. I’ll see you two around.”

I gave one last smile before I began to walk away until I felt a hand grab my wrist. It was Nick.

“Can we please talk some time soon?”

I nodded. “You know where to find me.” I said with a smile.

Nick smiled in response and let go of my wrist. I gave another smile to Charlie, which he returned, before I began to walk away.

I never thought that things would get better between Nick and I tonight, but it did and I’m forever grateful. I was getting tired of having to continue to avoid him all the time and I missed my person. I’m glad things are slowly going back to normal. The new normal.

#heartstopper #nick nelson x reader #nick nelson #nick x charlie #charlie spring #y/n x character #y/n #elle argent #darcy olsson #tara jones #tao xu #issac henderson #exes to friends

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daughterofevil158 · 2 months ago

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Let's say in your Bonus Content Soulmate AU, Grace, Eloise and Wenona find out that they are Damon's soulmate last. How to the four (as in, including Damon) of them react when they find out the soulmate-in-law they can't stand and have been tolerating for their soulmates' sakes react to the reveal that they are also their soulmate.

Save him.

Considering that he covered up all his other soulmark in the main AU, I suppose he's also get colored contacts to hide Eloise's at some point. And since they aren't close enough for casual touch, it might actually take a while for them to realize (even if they have their suspicions, there's still the "no, it couldn't be" factor). Then they do end up brushing past each other at some point, Damon sees her left eye turn red, goes to take his contact out and check, and yep- it's naturally green again. Yippee. While Desmond has done his best to smooth things over and they're not at each other's throats or anything, there is still visible tension between them (mostly Damon's fault for not apologizing about what happened in her FTEs, but also Eloise is kinda just scary). Said tension is not dissipated by this reveal, but the unspoken truce between them gets some more additions.

If Eloise and Damon are walking on eggshells around each other, Grace is like one insult away from lunging at Damon on a good day. It's especially funny since whenever they see each other, there's the default "oh great, it's you" feeling which feedbacks into the other. Honestly they probably don't find out until Grace exhibits a positive emotion in front of Damon. Probably because he tripped and fell on his face in front of her or something. The combination of glee and irritation is enough to finally make them go "Wait a minute...oh hell no" and then it's back to the anger feedback loop for a good 2 weeks

Wenona probably takes it the best. Whereas the other 2 have good reason to hate Damon for a while, she's been okay with him for the most part, if a little put off by the initial arrogance. Most of their non-Ulysses-related conversations are just simple greetings and mild interest in what the other's been up to. While I didn't mention it in the OG Bonus Content post, I feel that the telepathy would also need them to touch for it to activate for the first time, and considering how private both of them are they're probably the last ones to find out. Imagining them both reaching for a sleeping Ulysses, brushing hands, and then the other's mental ramblings about how cute Uly is pops into their heads lmao. It's a bit awkward between them for the next few days, but they bounce back to something similar to their pre-reveal relationship quicker than the other two.

#project eden's garden #damon multi soulmate au #soulmate bonus content #damon maitsu #eloise taulner #grace madison #wenona

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biscylbenzene · 4 months ago

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how do you find the time/motivation to draw? your art inspires me so much but i can never find the time or availability to do art

aww wait ok first of all it's very sweet to hear that my art inspires you!! i see your user pop up in my notifications often and i do a little yippee yahoo when it does bc i'm always excited to see a Reoccurring Person Who Likes My Stuff :D

secondly, as far as motivation goes, i've found that this 30 piece challenge has been pretty good for giving me one big project to complete with 30 smaller projects inside. that gives me a sense of progress and a definitive end point to work towards, which has worked really well for me personally. as well as that, i have a backlog of one million billion projects and pieces and studies that i want to do, so that motivates me to finish what i'm currently working on so i can get to the other stuff (and, if i'm feeling really stuck, i can just bounce around between projects till i feel better).

for availability, i don't work fulltime, so to keep myself feeling productive i draw and write. it's a bit of a regulator for my mental health actually. i feel bad if i do nothing but play video games all day, and i also feel bad if i do nothing but work all day, so creative projects are a nice middle ground where i'm being productive and also being mentally stimulated at the same time. also, i've gotten into the habit of pulling out my tablet to draw whenever i want to watch/listen to something that doesn't need my full attention. video essay i wanna watch? guess i'll work on that piece i'm halfway done. new episode of a show i like dropped? drawing time. curious to learn about something? podcast episode while i animate!!

also also!! for motivation, getting like really autistic about a preexisting piece of media works like a charm. big bonus points to any of you freaks who can puzzle together what i've been insane about lately based on my recent art :3

#benzene kibitzing activities

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thecoolerliauditore · 8 months ago

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Big post for episode 2 alliance by alliance EXCEPT for the evil one (you know) because they're getting their own quarantined post.

Lag's gone yippee!!!!

This mechanic is awesome I loved the initial bout of confusion. Poor Ren lmao

I'm a hypocrite here because I'm usually an RNG hater but this mechanic is so funny I don't actually care. Etho eating redstone real. Insert c(l)ock joke here. Mental imagery of skizz shovelling dirt into his mouth is really awesome.

The BAM Boys (Bamboozlers now but they're BAM Boys in my heart) continue to be a SSS+ tier alliance. I love how quickly they've become Grian/Mumbo/Skizz's shitty horrible upstairs neighbour.

THE PARROTS ARE REALLY CUTE AND REALLY AWESOME. Very very excited to see what the avian headcanon and canary symbolism people are going to do with that.

I can't wait for Jimmy's POV from the looks of it he's. such a little shit this session. Which is good these are signs of a happy Jimmy. The part where they box him in while he's AFK is really cute to me and I know this is probably on the more insane side of the scale for me but I can't help but read it as Jimmy having an episode of some sort and Scar and Lizzie making sure he's okay until he recovers.

And I won't lie watching Scar punch Scott even if it was just for silliness was just the slightest bit satisfying.

Lizzie is a bit. odd to me because she seems to have adapted the same mindset as alot of other people in assuming incompetence on Jimmy and Scar's part.

I ☝️think her saying she's the best survivalist out of the group is more a reflection of her being insecure in her own abilities than her genuinely thinking of them as liabilities. Don't get me wrong she is a crucial member of the Jimmy Ecosystem and thus very much subscribes to that hierarchical set of beliefs But she's been conscious in the past of her own shortcomings and I don't think it's like? Something that necessarily actually bothers her in the way Skizz and Mumbo worry Grian to death.

Plus she spent her episode building parrots (which are awesome) -- she's just overall a much more whimsical personality and I think the "best survivalist" stuff is more another example of her performative nature coming in akin to when she plays sitcom wife or manipulative seductress with Joel. After all the "only brain cell" is a very. The Girl One role that pops up and literally like the first time she implies her teammates are incompetent is her "surrounded by idiots" line that she's saying about a bit SHE LITERALLY STARTED ‼️

So like TLDR I don't think Lizzie is like. genuinely malicious towards her teammates she's just very performative. What she says is still very wrong and might reflect badly on her teammates, though.

(side note I remember at the end of SL there was a bit of discourse surrounding the way people talked about Scar's win and people were especially not accepting of posts that implied Grian's 1v3 or Pearl's previous win had anything to do with him winning because it also implied Scar's win wasn't all due to his skill. and I can't help but wonder how those guys must feel now lmao I'm so sorry)

I really hope the sub ones/floaters/spanners just keep switching team names like every single episode. Would be nuclear for the tagging system but it would be really funny.

Mumbo being self-aware of his own paranoia wasn't something I saw coming and I find it very interesting. I'm not a Mumbo guy he's more or less a silly cartoon animal to me but I'm sure a Mumbohead could have a field day with that one. His reaction to Tango killing Skizz and his pathetically desperate attempts at revenge afterwards are also extremely. Something. (hilarious to watch but. Something)

Grian and Mumbo are both really funny to me when they're in a certain state of emotional distress, specifically Grian when he's annoyed and Mumbo when he's panicking and there is. Alot of that this episode. By far one of the funniest POVs for me.

Skizz oh poor Skizz. If this was 3L he would be OUT. REALLY excited to see where the thing he has going on with Tango will lead (usually I try not to comment on the CC side of things but I must say it is really sweet to me that these two are good enough friends that Tango, socially anxious as he is, can do that).

Nothing much to say about Joel from me this episode I hope his car is okay after that wild animal chewed on its tires.

Gem though is interesting. Not to get to into The Horrors in this post because I want to save most of them for Their Post but her conversation with Pearl is and later Scott is? Fascinating me a bit.

I very much do see the comparison to DL Pearl's naivete regarding past alliances sticking but Gem is? Very abrasive and the wording she uses to Scott is that he needs to "control" Pearl specifically which is!! A very strange thing to say when her whole thing with Pearl was celebrating Scarlet Pearl.

Again not claiming to be a Gem understander so don't look at me but it feels like to me these are the consequences of her idol worship illusion being shattered similar to how she used to treat Etho with the "washed up" stuff. I want to say of course she sides with her previous ally Scott regarding Pearl but she tells Etho to steal from "Pearl and Scott and stuff" near the end of the episode so it seems more like. Her being antagonistic to that alliance as a whole? Honestly not sure what to make of it, will need more episodes but this is intriguing this is fun. This is fun. I'm sorry gempearl girlies.

"Tuff Guys".... Whatever man.

This one is good this one is fascinating. So first off other people have pointed out them lacking a leader and Skizz's absence which is totally cool I'm so not emotion about that.

But we're just? Going full mask off. Bdubs is pulling a Liauditore and questioning the importance of the concept of an alliance itself in these games which I, being Liauditore, can judge as the objectively correct thing to do, based of Bdubs, swear ALL this shit off don't ask me questions.

Usual ethubs shenanigans are ensuing. I don't really know how to put that in a better way but they are full force ethubs rn.

One interaction I found interesting with Bdubs are his conversation with Scar and Tango when Scar asks Bdubs if he should let the name-ever-changing-grian-mumbo-skizz alliance kill Tango and Bdubs is kinda like. Ehhhhhdhkldhhkkkkjj 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ about it. But when Scar leaves Bdubs he goes straight to Tango and just says the word "VENGEANCE" in his goofy scary voice before Martyn interrupts them.

Like. It feels as though? Now that we're all in the open about Not being loyal or whatever to eachother, the relationship with Tango is? Relatively better. Then again saying you don't expect eachother to be loyal is not the same as actually being emotionally okay with that and it'll be fun to see how much b-dgaf-dubs stays as b-dgaf-dubs. But again I think establishing expectations is good and a lot more healthy than what Some Other Alliances are doing.

For all the Pearl angst we've been bouncing back and forth I've seen nobody bring up his interaction with her this episode where he approaches her to poison her and when she falls for it Bdubs immediately goes "No. I can't." and admits what he was trying to do. It's very cute. (mounders I'll love you forever). Bdubs cares her.

Also I think I might be a level of cooked that Bdubs goofily singing little mermaid made my brain go ding ding. Idk. the gay agenda, I guess.

Tango is fucking insane someone check on him. Why did he eat that tire. Why did he eat Skizzleman.

But real talk that kill was kind of awesome I love non-conventional kills and people finding ways to kill that are more adaptive to their individual strengths than just brute forcing pvp. I love a good pvp fight don't get me wrong but that sort of kill through using his smarts feels so much more. Tango than if he pulled off an insane sword combo out of nowhere or something as awesome as that would be. Reminds me a bit of Lizzie farming her fireworks crossbows in LL but on a way smaller scale.

Also wasn't sure if I should say this here or in the BAM section but Tango floating away into the distance panicked but giggling is so funny when paired with Jimmy's POV where he's going OH NO TANGO TANGO OH HE'S DEAD I'VE KILLED HIM HE'S GONNA HATE ME ETC ETC. Jimmy he.. Jimmy he Does Not care.

Anyway I love this version of Tango I hope he stays. I hope he murders Bdubs.

Etho is Etho. No more gravel pranks thank god. His fearful reaction to Joel's "family" comment is so funny I could see the LimL flashbacks beam out of his skull when he nervously asks about family dinners.

I'm not a gemtho guys by any means but her giving him an allium and him putting it in a pot to "protect" it surely means something. It's very sweet to me.

Bdubs' comment about it smth smth "as soon as you put value in something..." with the other half of that being implied to be something like "other people will try to destroy/steal it" is. quite something as well. really neat lampshading of this group's overall dilemma so far (if you don't value an alliance, you won't lose it, you can't lose out on value that you never place in anything).

Treebark is Treebark. Ren asking Martyn first thing what role he should play is a bit crazy (I love you ever-shifting 3L power dynamics).

This isn't exactly About them but I like the contrast between Ren starving to death in front of Skizz and Grian who barely care and Martyn starving to death in front of Pearl who is so distraught she takes to chat to apologize. Pearl they could never make me hate you Pearl.

Outsourcing this one to the treebarkposters they seem. Fairly chill? To me? Still? But god don't look at me. Ren "I can fix him" Dog is pretty cool. And him kissing Cleo is cool (I'm gnawing my arm off). As is him randomly deciding to crown Bigb a king (I'M GNAWING MY ARM OFF).

ok cool whatever thats all the alliances no more posts about this episode hahahahahahhaha bye!!!!

#random thoughts #wild life spoilers #traffic spoilers

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collectiveclams · 1 year ago

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Trying my best to figure out what these guys look like in my head before I go look at the fandom’s generalized designs for the characters.

A friend of my twin got us into the show and a week later we’re at season 8!

I definitely need to tweak Cole’s design a lot- I want him to have a more strongman build & revamp his entire face design. But at the very least I’m happy with getting his hair the way I want!

Kinda hard to see, but Zane’s got little screws for earrings! I honestly didn’t account for how much older the faceplate would make him look, I intended him to look way more boyish.

Rambling about my current HCs of the Ninja’s appearances below:

I’ve been having a bit of an trouble deciding what various flavor of Chinese & Japanese these dudes should be based on. Considering the show is based on a 2010s vague idea of “Asia” and carries traits of both Japanese & Chinese influence, I’m just going to use both. I don’t know what sorta general consensus the fandom has of their appearances bc I have barely interacted with the fandom, so if this violently contrasts with that then yippee I have original thoughts, I guess.

-Kai is Japanese. Kai, being vain and caring more about training than Jay for example, has a more aesthetic build that’s definitely form more than function. Like a natty powerlifter who’s not competing. I’m not sure what height he should be, but if he’s taller his muscle definition would appear smaller so I’ll have to keep that in mind.

- Nya has initially a more functional build- far less muscle definition than her brother. Not outwardly buff and doesn’t have pronounced muscles, but can fairly easily haul a 100lb hunk of metal from a scrap pile to her workbench. But after becoming the water ninja, her new training gives her more pronounced muscle definition. Initially shorter than Kai but grows taller as the show goes on.

- Cole is southern Chinese. He’s got a strongman heavy set build. I envision him as fairly short so his muscles can be a little more pronounced. If you stripped his muscle definition from his ninja training away, I still want him to look like one of assholes who haven’t worked out a day in their lives but still somehow looks jacked.

- Zane is what pops up when you look up “Chinese teen male stock photo” because he needs to look like The Most Generic person ever. No muscle definition at all on this dude. He’s a nindroid & so there’s no need to include muscle decision to show that he’s strong. He’s either average height or slightly on the shorter side bc gravity is a bitch and the taller make a humanoid robot, the more balance becomes a bitch to deal with. So average height or short Zane it is.

- Jay is Uyghur so I can get this dude his reddish-brown hair. Minor muscle definition. His isn’t for aesthetics like Kai, he’d rather do ninja training than do the types of sets & pushing to failure needed to achieve more pronounced muscle definition for aesthetic lifting. Jay needs to be shorter than Nya. He’s definitely taller than Cole but I need him to be just an inch shorter than Nya because that’s funny to me personally.

- Lloyd is Japanese. Solely because Oni come from Japan & I got spoilered that Gargamon is an Oni later. Lloyd is a stringy ass kid at first & has no muscle definition at all. During his Green Ninja training before the Travelers Tea, he’d be trained for efficiency & not for aesthetics with the deadline of him fighting his father possibly being around any corner. After Travelers Tea he likely kept his training to function over aesthetics and would share similar muscular definition to Jay & Nya. And he’s tall. His dad is tall as shit with 4 arms. I want this kid to go through the Worst gangly teen era anyones ever seen and only barely fit his form once he finishes growing.

Additional thoughts:

And as a big comic nerd who owns around 800+ comics (might be more around 1000 now?), hoo boy I have so many thoughts on Lloyd and Jay liking Starfarer. I cannot wait to make a fic that’s just Lloyd and Jay ganging up against Kai over some incredibly wrong take of the comic he absentmindedly said and trapping him in a 3 hour long conversation about frequent mischaracterization and mishandling of the characters in Starfarer & how what Kai said was wrong. I just need a fic of Jay and Lloyd talking to each other about their favorite runs of Starfarer and complaining about a tie-in/crossover comic that’s written particularly bad, or complaining how an author completely misunderstood Fitz Donnegan or complaining over an author change & etc. I just need to make a fic of these boys talking about average comic book fan things.

#ninjago #ninjago fanart #cole brookstone #zane julien #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #clam writes #calm art #i got about 30 plot bunnies at least for this show already and got twin who doesn’t care about spoilers to see if fics like the ones I was #thinking of existed. and apparently not?? so I guess I’ll have to post some prompts on here as well #bc my carpal tunnel won’t let me write whole fics but I sure can write out tiny little ideas #and there’s not any fics of zane turning into a human and dealing with the weird experience that is what it’s like to live in a human body??#like I went on ff.net as well and tried to see if any were there but no??? there’s none?? I’m baffled.

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garbagequeer · 2 years ago

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Can you help me im so confused how archie (and everyone listening to him) had those memories for his poem i thought everyone but betty and jughead forgot 😭

bobbyjean asked: Wait a second were those the good memories. the serial killer gene and jason’s corpse. and archie playing football in leopold and loeb juvenile detention center……

well imo you can work with different theories so like

they dont remember these things as things they lived themselves but they remember them as things tabitha showed them the first time they saw the riverdale memories (so like if they'd watched themselves go through these things in tv but not as if they happened irl for them)

goodbye riverdale is back to jughead's narration and jughead is unreliable he's just making shit up (this also goes with the theory that what jughead showed betty was not real but was a fabrication he made up for her as her dying wish was to relive those days with everyone as they were + the fake reality had plot holes because to be fair jughead was like 86 when he died he cant keep track of who remembers the serial killer genes and who doesn't he's busy)

narrator jughead seems to be in control of this episode more than he was before (we see him corporeally and there's 2 jugheads in the end) so the characters' lives have been rewritten to fit the narrative jughead wanted to tell so they remember because he does too and the story belongs to him and not to them (to me jughead is always afraid of abandonment and change so he keeps his stories ones where his friends don't leave or grow + he has been shown to find it hard to come up with anything other than stories about his friends in riverdale in s5 and as bunker/god jughead). for me this also fits with the idea of the characters and angel tabitha trying to break free and narrator/god jughead(s) not allowing it -> town won

they loved these memories they love cults and killing and corpses and gay juvie. the bad memories were like archie not getting his high school diploma or something

from a doylist pov (boring) this meant nothing about the story and was just an homage to their most iconic moments in the show for the audience and the crew. you could twist this a bit to be meta and make something up about the characters behaving as characters and talking willingly to an audience because they exist only in our eyes if you wanted

which are all fun ideas to consider and theyre not mutually exclusive (like it could be jughead taking over the narrative but it could be in a world he makes up just for betty so all the other characters are in the real sweet hereafter but betty went to purgatory pop's because she does remember it all and this prevented her from being able to leave it behind. also archie for sure would remember some of gay juvie he loved the gay parts of gay juvie he told me. and fangs probably had god times at the cult i mean he dated human kevin maybe a love for cults is what they had in common)

to me it stood out as a moment where i was like oh jughead is lying to us for sure. awesome. one last jughead lying to us and trapping us in the cycle forever for the road yippee

#riverdale #'' '''stuck up riverdale punks... think they're too good for me''' - homer simpson''#- narrator jughead when he gets mad that his friends are not following the script so he sends them to pop's in the sky forever #answered

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hiding-under-the-willow · 8 months ago

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oooh ok LaHoF questions

1. what was the first scene you came up with? (im pretty sure it was . well. the house on fire. but just in case.) (and if it was where did you go from there/what did you think of next?)

2. how did you come up with the idea did something inspire you or did it just spontaneously appear in your mind one fateful day or what?

3. what is your favorite part(s) ?

YIPPEE!!! These are such good questions man

1. The first scene i came up with was actually the tent scene from the first chapter! The fire came next, the rest of it came from me trying to figure out how to link those two scenes and build on the themes and deciding where the story would go after that. I think the deep dark thing was the third thing that came up. Oh, fun fact! The chapter with Wels and Hypno, the one where Wels and Hels have their fight out in the nether, didn't exist in the original story outline! I got to that point in the writing process and went 'no wait there's something missing here' and ended up with that like 7500 chapter which helped immensely with pulling everything together for that bit of the story.

2. Okay. This is the point at which I let you all in on a little secret. At least half of the things I write start off as Zeph storylines in my head. The tent scene was originally thought up as an encounter between Hels and Zeph, bc I was interested in like the idea of what would happen if a hermit were to mistake him for Wels, how he would use that opportunity. Zeph is like my little test dummy I throw scenarios at them and sometimes I take one of those scenarios and extract the themes out of it and go 'oh actually this would be incredibly compelling with this character instead'. Which is exactly what happened with that tent scene.

I had always kind of wanted to explore Hels and Beef's dynamic before this since it isn't explored in canon and tbh is kind of ignored by a lot of fic writers, but this was the only idea I had which had ever really compelled me in that department. It was like watching the puzzle pieces all fall into place at once it was great. The fire also came very naturally. I've always had an association between Hels and fire, and the idea of him burning one of the hermits' bases has always kind of been living rent free in my head bc of his whole 'I am going to destroy this place and everything you hold dear' mentality. It's something that's bounced around in Zeph storylines, and a series of dreams I had a few years ago that a few old followers might remember me posting about, but this was my first good opportunity to put it to paper in a way that was narratively fulfilling. Something about the season 10 setting just really lended itself to this narrative and I don't know how to explain it but it is quite literally the easiest a fully formed storyline has ever popped into my head in my life.

3. The chapter 3 deep dark scene is so everything to me. The fire as well is obviously beloved in many ways. There are a million little character moments i could name that drive me personally insane. I actually fucking loved writing Beef's dream flashback to the cloning machine from the fire chapter? Something about taking the actual events and dialog from his video and recontextualizing it was so satisfying. I love artistic recontextualization!!!! Then there's a chapter coming up soon. That i am very excited to write. To say the least. I've had a draft of the dialog sitting around in my notes for months. There is an illustration already done for it that I can not wait to post as well.

#atlas speaks #ask game #i could answer questions about lahof forever man #thinking about it always <3 #likeahouseonfirefic

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lunarmoves · 1 year ago

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through pixel eyes (chapter one)

pairing: DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

mentions: kinitopet/virtual au, gender neutral reader, general creepiness

a/n: ignoring that it's 3am where i am... ch1's finally here! yippee!! ending is rushed but im tired so excuse it LOL pls check out the masterlist for more info on the fic (tags & summary). hope u guys enjoy! :D

word count: 5.3k+

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Click. Click. Taptap tap tap. Click.

You chew aimlessly at the bottom of your lip as your mouse roves over to the latest email in your inbox, opening it with another decisive click. Perking up slightly, your eyes skim through its contents, mindful of the zip file attached to it at the top.

Valued employee, the email reads, thank you again for your decision to assist Fazbear Entertainment in the latest beta testing stages for our developing proprietary technology. Attached is the file you are required to download to begin testing. As always, be mindful of the documentation you have signed previously; a failure to comply will result in immediate termination. Located at the bottom of this email is the submission form you will need to populate each time you conduct a run. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to reply to this email. Have a Faz-errific day!

You hum and scroll back to the top of the email again so you can look at the attached file. FazPals1.1_DCA.zip, it says. You click the download button, then lean back in your chair as you wait.

For being such a large company, FazCo has a rather small beta testing team. You suppose it makes sense, though; their technology is so unparalleled that you are sure they’d want to keep information as closed off as possible. Hence why you’d been forced to sign all matters of forms—contracts, an N.D.A., and waivers, of all things—before they’d signed you on. You’re sure they are even more restrictive with their information after the pizzaplex burned down all those years ago. You’re lucky you’d managed to slither your way into their ranks to make the beta team, though you figure it helps that your resume is stacked with experience.

You are certainly curious as to what they’ve been doing while they parade assurances that the pizzaplex will return “better than ever.” You have a vague idea from your past emails with management as you were being incorporated into the beta testing team—some kind of interactive game of sorts, you think—but they’ve been rather hush-hush about it. Your answer resides in the zip file that’s just finished downloading to your computer. You navigate to your file explorer and begin the extraction process for the files. Luckily, it doesn’t take too long. You scratch idly behind your ear, shifting your headphones a little to rest more comfortably atop your head.

Okay. File open. Where is the— There! You double click on the FazPals_DCA.exe file to run it and begin installation. A brief glance at the time shows it is a little after six in the evening. You have quite a bit of time before you’ll need to head to bed. You’ll see how far into the program you get before you hit a checkpoint or something.

You watch as a tiny pink and white bear on the installation window flips a pizza over and over while the progress bar steadily inches its way to full completion. It is oddly hypnotizing. And when the program finally finishes installing, the window closes. An icon of a cool crescent moon tucked into the burning yellow of a sun appears on your desktop and is labeled as FazPals. Nice. Thank you, fast WiFi. Without much preamble, you double click on the icon.

A small window pops up in the middle of your screen. You glance through the text quickly.

Welcome to version 1.1 of FazPals, your very own virtual desktop friend based on the hit characters from Fazbear Entertainment's Mega Pizzaplex! They are able to walk, talk, joke, tell stories, give fun facts, adapt, and play games! FazPals are like no other with their innovative adaptive technology! You'll learn from them as they learn from you!

Click the button below if you are ready to meet your new FazPal!

Not what you’d been expecting, but it sounds pretty cool. It reminds you of the Tamagotchis from all those years ago—only with the A.I. of Fazbear-branded technology. Well! No time like the present! You click the ‘Proceed’ button and the window closes.

In the center of your screen, a small music box appears. It’s an unassuming little thing, wrapped in yellow with a red ribbon crossing over it to tie into a neat bow at the top. A crank awaits your click, so you do just that, watching as it rotates around and around until— Pop! The box opens and something jumps out of it with a flourish and a jingle of bells that echoes through your headset.

The box disappears and you’re left to stare curiously at the little figure swaying animatedly on your desktop. He seems to look around a bit, then a small dialogue box flashes over his head. But before you can read its contents, the box disappears in a static puff. You cock your head slightly. A glitch, maybe? You file that away for later and instead observe the tiny, taut grin of the program. Your FazPal, or whatever.

You recognize him from the pizzaplex commercials you’d seen on the television years ago—the Daycare Attendant. A fellow—fellows?—modeled after celestial bodies. You’re looking at the sun, currently, though his design is a bit different from what you remember seeing.

Before you can get a good look at him, however, another dialogue box pops up over his head with text accompanying a voice that chirps into your headset. You are momentarily surprised at the sound; you hadn’t expected FazCo to incorporate their voice module into the program too.

“Hellooo, New Friend!” the program exclaims in a slightly pixelated manner—hardly noticeable, really—as he waves a small hand. “My name is Sun, your very own F-FazPal!” There’s a slight glitch on the word that makes his voice deepen slightly, but it passes easily enough. “What’s your name?”

Following his question, a window labeled ‘Name?’ pops up to his side with a textbox for you to input your answer. Figuring he isn’t going to proceed with his script until you type your answer, you take the moment to properly analyze his design.

Detached sunrays of white and gold hover around his head, framing bright eyes and an equally as bright smile on a face split into a crescent. He’s rather lithe, with a red sash tied around his waist that’s adorned with small, golden bells. Another bell is tied around his spindly neck with a red ribbon, and those same ribbons are tied around his wrists. His torso is bare and colored in different shades of yellow. Puffy red pants cover his legs—triangularly shaped with sharp lines and edges. They are decorated in a design that reminds you of the circuitry of a motherboard—dissecting lines connected by small circles that start from his waist and make their way down the length of his pants in a trickle. Pointy shoes with little suns on their sides finish the look.

He is all angles and unforgiving points, with a digitized sort of look to him that fits the whole ‘FazPal’ aesthetic, in your opinion. It’s certainly interesting. You like the futuristic feel to it.

Pulling yourself back to the present, you type in your name. Sun has his arms crossed behind his back as he waits, swaying gently side to side. You hit enter and the window disappears.

“Lovely name!” Sun chirps, his rays spinning around his head eagerly that you eye in interest. They look like floating pieces of fractured, stained glass, dainty yet deadly. “I’m sure we are going to be the bestest best friends!” You snort at the declaration.

“To start our little quest of friendship,” Sun continues on, his head moving towards the dialogue box that pops up near him like he’s looking at it, eyes narrow. It’s honestly difficult to tell with that blank gaze of his. He returns his gaze to the front, where his eyes upturn into little crescents. “Why don’t we get to know each other? Sound good?”

Another window appears with two simple buttons sitting next to each other under it: A ‘Yes’ and a ‘No’. You click the ‘Yes’ and Sun gives an excited little clap of his hands. It’s cute, in a way. “Wonderful! Okay! To start, what iiisss your favorite color?” The open window closes, then reopens to a textbox again with the new question displayed at the top. You hum and tap your chin thoughtfully, then let your fingers fly across your keyboard as you type the color in.

You pause, however, before you hit enter and decide to tack on a ‘hbu?’ to your response. If only to satisfy your curiosity and really test the limits of FazCo’s ingenious A.I. Hey, you’re a beta tester—it speaks for itself!

Sun grins even wider, if possible. “That’s a good one! As for me…” He makes a thinking gesture, eyes narrowing like he’s contemplating it deeply, then brightens up. No, literally. A lightbulb appears over his head for a quick moment. “I like all the colors, it’s so hard to choose just one! Normally, I just say ‘rainbow’!” He makes a little semicircle gesture with his hands around his head. Little pixelated sparkles wink into and out of existence near his fingers before he clasps his hands behind him once more. You’ve got to hand it to FazCo—they certainly know how to add some flair to their characters. “Next question! If you could have any superpower ever, what would it be?”

You chew at your lip again as you lean back in your chair and ponder his question. Why is it when people ask you these kinds of questions you always blank on the answers? Sun is ever so patient as he waits, moving in that idle animation next to the open window.

Ah well, it’s not like you’re answering an interview question or anything. You wing it. ‘probably invisibility, or something. hbu?’ And enter.

“Ooh! Invisibility!” Sun nods like he’s giving his approval. “Good in the right hands! I would want the power to read minds, I think! All the better for making fantastic friends!”

You make a small sound at that. Well, you suppose that’s one way to make friends, albeit not a very… stable foundation to base a friendship off of. Sun proceeds with his next question. “This one’s a bit of a tough one! What’s your favorite word?”

‘Tough’ is an understatement. You’re stumped. You rake through your mind for a word and draw up nothing but blanks. You’re certain you have one, but you just cannot think of it at the moment. Shrugging, you type ‘idk. i can't think of one rn, sorry. do u have one?’

His head cocks to the side, grin curling at the edges. “That’s more than one word, New Friend!” Sun replies amusedly, then laughs—a loud, tinkering thing that cuts off a bit strangely at its end. “Kidding! I’ll let you off easy for that one!” He is quite good at adapting to your responses, you note lightly. Very intriguing. You wonder how that’s coded. “My favorite word is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!” You blink in surprise. The dialogue box is barely able to hold the word inside of it. You didn’t quite expect him to say that, of all words, though you guess it makes sense for him. Sun doesn’t elaborate, just transitions merrily through the next part of his script. “Now, for this question, I need you to be as detailed as possible, okay? It is”—he pauses for a second—“essential.”

You nod, but it’s not like he can see you, so you end up looking like a fool. Sun stares straight ahead and it… it feels a bit like he’s looking directly at you. You shift uneasily in your seat and watch his eyes go dark along with his white rays and wide smile. Abyss-like. Something drops in the pit of your stomach at the abrupt switch. His smile widens. It cracks like he’s on the edge of something hysterical. And when he speaks, it’s in a low, garbled voice that grates at your ears.

“Where.” He grits out. “Are—”

He doesn’t get the chance to finish. A glitch encompasses his body that makes his rays twitch erratically and his limbs to jitter about like he’s being electrocuted. You jerk back out of surprise and consider exiting the hell out of the program. But then he’s back to normal like nothing had ever happened. White eyes stare up at you with an equally as white smile.

“Oh!” Sun exclaims cheerfully, swaying about gently. You’re taken aback and, quite frankly, confused out of your goddamn mind. “Silly me, look at the time! I’m afraid our friendship will have to wait!" His smile twitches minutely. "There’s someone else who’d like to meet you!”

“What.” You utter the word mindlessly, eyes flicking down to the time on your computer. 6:59 P.M. Time sure did fly by through all of… that. You’re not entirely sure what to think of it.

“Talk to you soon, New Friend!” Sun waves a hand in farewell, then spins himself around in a little animated tornado. You can only stare, oddly transfixed and still utterly flummoxed, as he spins around, and around, and around until the clock changes to 7:00 P.M. and he slows to an elegant stop.

Only, it’s not Sun you’re looking at anymore.

The rays are gone, replaced with a nightcap covering his head that’s adorned with twinkling stars and a little bell at the end. All the yellows have shifted to greys, blues, and blacks, though he still retains the golden bells, red ribbons, and red sash. His pants are a midnight blue with the same circuitry design, and his shoes now have little moons etched into them instead of suns.

This must be the moon, you conclude once you’re done observing him. The other half to the Daycare Attendant you remember seeing via advertisement—the one who’d been in charge of naptime.

You watch as Moon seems to look around. You’re not sure what he’s looking at, but you can only wait. Gentle ruby eyes move from your desktop icons to the open window that Sun had been standing next to. His smile turns jagged like the outline of a mountain. And then—

And then he slinks away, disappearing straight off of your monitor without a second look. You’re left staring at the open window, the cursor still blinking in the textbox and awaiting your input. What… just happened? You blink at where he’d disappeared off screen and wait a few moments. But he doesn’t come back.

What the hell?

Five minutes turns into ten, which turns into fifteen and then twenty, but he truly does not return. You’re stupefied.

Maybe you should restart the program? You nibble at your lower lip and right click on the FazPals icon so you can end it and then boot it back up again. Your mouse turns into that loading circle of death, and you swear you’re not holding your breath in anticipation or anything, but it sure does feel like it.

Loading… loading… loading…

…

Nothing. Zip, zilch, nada. Moon does not appear. You groan and scratch at your ear again, shifting your headphones. Day one of testing and you’ve already run into a problem. Great. Well, it wasn’t like you’d expected everything to be smooth sailing. Still annoying, though. Just in case, you try restarting your computer.

It doesn’t yield any results either, and you end up just watching some videos as you wait to see if the bug will magically fix itself. Spoiler alert, it doesn’t and you eventually give up as the clock ticks closer to midnight.

But well—you think as you slowly pull up the submission form FazCo had sent you for your job to fill out—you suppose this is why the program’s still in the testing phase. It obviously has some kinks that need to be ironed out. Hopefully it’ll get fixed up in the next patch update. Until then, you’ll just have to deal with it.

A benefit of working from home? You get to set your own schedule. A blessing, at times.

That unfortunately means you have to stick to it while ensuring you’re properly taking care of yourself, and going outside to get fresh air, and also getting all the necessary work done on time, and also—

Well, you get the point.

You wake up groggy the next day and stumble your way out of your room, just barely managing to step over the little Roomba aimlessly bumbling down the small hallway. At one point it was another product you were testing, but then it was given the green flag for mass production and admission to stores. The company let you keep the one they sent you. It was a little finicky, but it worked just fine. You named it Chicken Nugget a while ago—Dr. Nugget for short, because a Roomba with a PhD was just too amusing to pass up. You’re still musing over what area its PhD is in.

There is much to be done. Dishes from last night need to be washed, food needs to be prepared to last you a few days, timesheets need to be filled out before you forget your hours. It’s easy to multitask on household chores while you do your job. You're on the beta testing team for quite a few companies, so you’re kept busy evaluating their programs and products while you julienne onions and clean plates. You earn enough to live comfortably, and it’s all you can ever ask for, really.

Eventually, after a long day of being a responsible human being and submitting numerous evaluation forms for various applications, you plop down in front of your computer with your headphones and turn it on. Evening has just started to creep in, turning the sky into a picturesque gradient of burnt mandarin and dusty magenta. Your desk is right by a window, so it’s nice to draw the curtains back and let fresh air circulate around the room from it.

Alright, computer on. You type in your password to log in and wait as it finishes booting up. First thing on your list—check your email. There’s nothing of importance, not that you’d expected anything, really. Oh hey, you’ve got a discount code for your next purchase at your favorite pizza store. Sweet. You save it for later.

All you have to do is test FazCo’s program and then you can relax for the rest of the night. You preemptively open up their submission form and minimize the window, then double click on the FazPals icon. Hopefully you won’t run into any problems. Code is weird like that—working perfectly fine at one moment and doing fuck all the next. And it’s always a pain filling those surveys out when there’s an abundance of bugs and glitches to point out. It’s simple, but oh so tedious. You guess that’s what you’re getting paid for, though.

Blinking back to attention, you squint at your empty desktop then double click on the FazPals icon again. Ah, there you go. Loading symbol.

Instead of the little music box like you’d been expecting, Sun comes into view by cartwheeling in from the side of your monitor. It’s silly and you smile slightly as he jumps up to his feet and splays his arms and a leg out wide like he’s about to fall into another cartwheel.

“New Friend!” he exclaims loudly alongside the text in his dialogue box, rays spinning rapidly about his head in delight. You wince slightly and lower your volume a bit. No need to kill your eardrums. “You’re back! It has been twenty-two hours, nine minutes, and thirty-seven seconds since we last interacted!”

Your brow raises at his precision, but what else did you expect from a computer program? Sun relaxes into his normal stance and leans forward eagerly. “So! What do you wanna do?” A small, labeled window pops up next to him for you to type in. One of his rays twitches slightly. “For a list of activities I can perform, type ‘/help’!”

You’ve already forgotten what he can do other than walk around and talk your ear off, so you do just that and the window disappears. You didn’t even have to hit enter.

Sun beams. “For your present and future reference, I can tell jokes, give fun facts, play games, and storytell! Pick your poison, New Friend!”

You ponder for a bit, then type ‘can u tell me a fun fact?’ in the new window before it pops out of sight, again before you can press enter. Huh. You make a note of it mentally. The back and forth with the windows is going to take some getting used to.

“I sure can!” Sun does a little wiggle and stands at full attention with his arms crossed behind his back. “Did you know that neutron stars spin six hundred times per second? Pretty cool!” He seems very cheery today. You’ll have to keep an eye out for any more of that strange glitching from yesterday. “Want another one?”

Eh, you don’t see why not. You shrug and click the ‘Yes’ button when it appears. Sun gives a little salute. “The most water ever discovered surrounds a black hole about twelve billion lightyears away! It has the equivalent of one hundred and forty trillion times the volume of Earth’s oceans!” You’re starting to see a theme here with his fun facts and it honestly checks out. Sun’s rays spin a little to the right as he tilts his head slightly. “That was two facts in one, technically. Just for you! Don’t tell anyone!!” And then he winks, accompanied by a little star spinning out from his eye. It’s a small detail, but it still makes you smile. Consider you charmed.

“Alrighty! I have an idea of what we can do next!” Sun says as he skips away to the edge of your monitor. You watch him curiously as he sticks a hand beyond your desktop—somewhere offscreen?—and starts pulling over a large open window from it. Like he’s unraveling a spool of paper. He drags the window over to the center of your screen, then wipes his face with his arm and takes an exaggerated breath. “Phew! That’s heavier than it looks! Luckily, I’ve got these to help me!” He flexes his stick-like arms dramatically, posing this way and that like he’s a pro wrestler.

You notice, as he poses, that another small window pops up—indistinct and unlabeled this time with a simple textbox for you to type in. But he… didn’t really ask you a question or anything of the sorts for you to respond to? You eye it for a moment, then decide to type a little ‘hi’ in it to see if it’s a bug or something. After waiting a few seconds to see if the window will close again without you hitting enter, nothing really happens. Oh, is it fixed now? You hit enter and the text disappears, but the window stays. You guess it is. Code, man. So finicky.

Sun stops flexing to shoot you a bright beam with a spin of his rays. “Hello!”

Okay, maybe it’s not a bug if he can still process your texts. Shrugging it off easily, you turn your attention to the window Sun had pulled over from who-knows-where. It looks like your computer’s Paint app. How did he open that? ‘what’s that for?’ you type into the textbox.

“This is for us to play some games, silly!” Sun brandishes his hands towards the Paint window like he’s presenting a masterpiece. “How does Tic-Tac-Toe sound?”

Well, not like you have any other ideas for what to do. ‘sure, let’s play.’

“Faz-tastic!” Sun claps his hands, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a comically large wooden pencil from its depths. Seriously, it’s nearly the length of his arm. It’s like something right out of a cartoon and you grin at the silliness. He steps closer to the Paint window and draws four perfectly straight and intersecting lines—each of them the same length and splitting into the same sized boxes and everything. He then draws a perfect circle in one of the corner boxes and steps back. “Your turn!”

You crack your knuckles and roll your shoulders. Okay. Time to lock in and kick this program’s ass.

Except you don’t.

You lose horribly. Seven times in a row, in fact.

‘r u cheating? ur cheating, aren’t u,’ you type into the open textbox, which had remained in place all throughout your games. Unusual, but you’re not too bothered by it. After you lost the first few rounds, you started complaining to him using it. You figured you might as well. It’s almost like having a conversation with him and you’re pretty impressed by his verbal versatility.

“Cheating?!” Sun squawks, offended. He splays a hand across his chest as he somehow manages to twirl his giant pencil in his hand like a baton. “A rulebreaker, I am not! I think someone is getting a little grumpy!” He gives you a pointed grin.

You should have expected you’d lose to fucking A.I. software. You run your tongue over your bottom lip, where you’d been incessantly troubling it with your teeth throughout the rather merciless Tic-Tac-Toe beating you’d just received. You’re considering mentioning in the submission form that the program is too difficult to beat at games, but maybe you’re just that bad at them. Your ego’s definitely going through it.

‘i’m not grumpy,’ you grumble. Sun shakes his little digital head in good mirth, seeing right through you, of course. You switch topics. ‘let’s play something else. got any other games?’

“I sure do, Friend!” He uses his pencil eraser to clear the Paint canvas and starts drawing what looks like a game of Hangman. He gives you a sly smile. “Think you’re up for a real challenge?” Cheeky!

After some rounds of Hangman and Pictionary (which, to your pleasant surprise, you’re not too bad at, but maybe Sun’s taking pity on you), Sun eventually closes the Paint window and makes a show of stretching languidly. “My time’s almost up, I’m afraid!” Sure enough, a quick glance at the time shows it’s nearing seven o’clock. Time flies when you’re having fun. “Make sure to stretch your back and arms out, Friend! Hydration is also important!”

‘yes boss, u got it, boss,’ you reply before stretching out your arms. You have a water bottle on your desk that you take a quick drink out of, the liquid inside of the insulated material still cool and refreshing. You shiver a little and eye your window still letting the night air into the room. You should close that soon. And maybe turn on the lights so you’re not sitting in the dark illuminated only by your bright screen.

Naturally, you do neither. Too much work right now.

Sun wiggles a little, then clasps his arms behind his back. “This was fun! I will talk to you tomorrow, Friend!” His grin widens, curling at the edges. “Don’t keep me waiting too long!”

And before you can really process the tone of that, he pulls out a red curtain from somewhere behind him. Shaking it out slightly, he pulls it up in front of him to block your view of his little figure entirely. You raise an eyebrow as the curtain wiggles and protrudes out like he’s changing into new clothes, before eventually it falls down and reveals Moon. His nightcap is pulled down to partially cover his glowing ruby eyes.

You lean forward in your chair, attention instantly grabbed. Will he work properly this time? You consider him for a moment as he simply stands there—sullen and, dare you say, annoyed. His eyes are narrowed and his mouth is pulled into a scowl. He shifts like he wants to move or leave, but something keeps him rooted into the same spot Sun was just in. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his pants (he has pockets??), and he slouches like a puppet cut from its strings.

He’s not saying anything. Only glares off at a point somewhere on your screen. You bite the inside of your cheek and decide to take one for the (nonexistent) team.

‘hi moon,’ you type into the textbox that’d remained even after Sun left. Pressing enter, you watch curiously as something tense seems to line Moon’s small shoulders and he moves his glare to the open window instead.

His head twitches. “Hi,” he replies slowly in a raspy voice. It’s not what you’d expected, low and murmured like he’s speaking to someone in a dark and quiet corner. His gaze darts to the dialogue box that pops up next to his head and seems to narrow even farther.

Oookay. He doesn’t say anything else. Is he still bugged or is he just programmed to be much quieter than Sun? You’re not sure if that makes sense for this type of program, though. You try to nudge the conversation again, thinking back to the list of commands Sun gave you earlier. ‘can u tell me a joke?’

Moon seems to look at you and it’s just as creepy as it had been when Sun did it. His scowl deepens. “No.”

You’re taken aback. No? Oh. Well. Maybe you should try something else? ‘can u tell me a fun fact?’ At least you know this command works for certain.

“No.”

It’s like pulling teeth over here.

You’re determined, however. This is your entire job. ‘what about a story?’

“No.” Moon bares knife-like teeth at you in aggravation and you’re tempted to do the same thing back. He doesn’t want to do anything! Something is definitely… off. You make a note of it to include in the submission form later. At least he hasn’t left your screen. You’ll take the win where you can.

You’re stumped on what to do. The only thing you can think of is to keep inputting commands until something gives. Maybe things will sort themselves out? You try asking for a fun fact or joke again, but Moon still just scowls and answers in that same clipped manner. His fidgeting seems to increase.

You’re getting close to calling it quits. ‘why don’t we play a game or something? tic-tac-toe?’

“P-Persistent little thing,” Moon growls into your headset and it’s such a reprieve from the constant rejections that you’re not even offended. You perk up slightly only to deflate at his following words. “Didn’t anyone teach you that ‘no’ means no?”

‘no,’ you type as a response—partly in annoyance and partly just to be snarky. Moon twitches again, and then in the blink of an eye—he glitches.

Similar to Sun, it spreads down his body in a wave and makes him jitter until he snaps back into place like a rubber band. He flexes his hands and takes a step to the side—tentative and exploratory. The window with the textbox pops out of existence and Moon gives you one final, narrowed glare before he just… leaves offscreen. Again. What the fuck?

You scrub a hand down your face and groan. You don’t expect him to return, but just in case you wait around a little and kill some time by filling out the submission form. Name, program version, strengths, encountered issues, and so on. You submit the form when you finish and roll your shoulders. Yeah, he doesn’t come back. At least there was some progress compared to yesterday.

You end the day with a final squint at the FazPals icon and a shrug of your shoulders. Things could be worse, you suppose as you power off your computer and stare at your reflection through the dark screen of your monitor. Hopefully tomorrow brings more improvement.

part two

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dxwnfxll · 2 years ago

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can I rq anything with Mikell, theres barely anything for him sob

like,, maybe dating hc? idk

Yippee! I luv writing about my fav cowboy!!

(As always Amar replaces Bright/shaw)

Mikell x Reader (a bit of everything)

Meeting you

-you and Mikell met during his teen years, he was always busy trying to raise his siblings. He never had time for school which eventually led him to drop out.

-He went to the store one day, TJ in the baby carrier and Jack holding onto the cart like kids do. He had a list and was constantly telling Jack to 'put shit back' as they couldn't get it.

-then he saw you shopping with your own family, he paused a second seeing you then quickly looked away like the awkward teen he was when you looked back

-this happened for a lil while to, after all you all lived in a small town so y'all were bound to bump into each other again

-Mikell being the reckless teen he was started just leaving Jack at home with TJ while he hung around the store all day waiting to see if you'd pop up

-and eventually you did, he was smoking as you spotted him. Walking over with your hands in your pockets (just go with it pls) "hey, i've seen you around here but um never at school"

-Mikell nodded trying to be cool "oh yeah, i'm homeschooled." He said taking another drag from his cigarette before blowing it away from you

-you smiled "names Y/n, yours?"

-he looked at you "Mikell"

Confession

-a couple years later, Mikell is now 19 and so are you. You've both been friends for awhile, whenever Mikell needed a shoulder you were always there

-Mikell eventually decided to take all this to the next level, He's had a crush on you since about a year ago. He just never did anything because of how his life is, he didn't really want to drag you into it

-but he was a selfish man.

-and so he appeared on your doorstep knocking and waiting for you, this was probably the most he's ever been nervous.

-he wasn't even this nervous when Claire had been born and of course having the responsibility thrown onto him since he was the eldest.

-when you opened the door looking up at him, he couldn't even think of any words. You were in your PJs and so was he, hell he had decided to confess to you in the middle of the damn night

-his confession didn't have any words, he leaned into you and kissed you immediately.

-you of course kissed back, which led to one of his arms wrapped around your back and him kicking the door closed ;)

Dating

-after that night you two started seeing each other, you'd come over to the Amar ranch often and even sometimes help with his siblings

-you knew about his family problems and you of course wanted to help your partner in any way you could

-he'd try to not over stress you though, so he'd just ask you to do simple things like 'hey babe can you go to the store for me' or 'honey can you help Jack with his homework?'

-he loves to sit on the couch with you, beer in one hand and his arm around your shoulder as you both watch something. Sometimes his siblings may watch something with y'all..it almost looked like a lil family

-and that's something Mikell definitely craved, a normal family where he could come home from work and not have to worry about what illegal trouble Jack got into or worry about his siblings becoming anomalies.

-he loves when you stay over, he likes having you in his arms when he sleeps. Sadly he cannot stay over at your place but every once in a blue moon due to just how his siblings are.

-He's a 'bastard' but he really is the glue that holds his family together.

Proposal

-you both are 21 now finally, you've been dating for a couple years. You've both seen a lot of shit together and Mikell has finally decided you two should become..more.

-with his new job and everything he was able to afford a pretty good ring for you, and he took you out to a pretty nice place way out of his comfort zone

-he was pretty awkward during the date and uh sweaty

-he wasn't the type to hide anything or shit like that so he just grabbed your hand, put the ring in it and bluntly asked "marry me"

-and of course you said yes <33

Marriage

-He went all out with the wedding, again thanks to his salary he was able to do so. Sadly no one on his side came to his wedding which he was pretty..upset about

-but he still went on with the wedding, the chairs in his side were all mainly empty except for a couple which were filled by his friends

-the wedding was actually really nice, he had it at the ranch him and his friends setting everything up

-he was a liiiil nervous but when he saw you all his worries flooded away

-you two said 'I do' and kissed rehehhe

Having a kid

-of course the next thing that happened in y'alls life was having a kid

-whether you carried the kid or some sort of surrogacy/adoption was put in place is up to you

-if you were pregnant he tried his best to be super attentive and caring towards you, sadly his job usually kept him away for days and even weeks at a time

-but he did try his best to be there, he really did. He'd come back with lil surprises for you (which he totally didn't steal from his targets homes)

-and once lil David was born, he wasn't there for the birth. Your birth was a lil early, and you had to be under for an emergency C-section

-but once you woke up there was Mikell sitting in a chair, one arm crossed over the other, a lil rag over his shoulder as he held your baby boy in his arms staring down at him

-when he noticed you awake he smiled at you "mornin' darlin'.." He got up before walking over and bending down so he could hand off David to you "sorry for not being there..but i'm here now" and he kissed the side of your temple as lil David cooed

-if you two adopted or went through a surrogate he'd again try to he there for the process at least

-and similar to the pregnancy situation he'd probably not be there when you get the kid, but he'd be at home once you get back with lil David

-he'd be holding a bag of toys and clothes he totally didn't steal for the baby as a 'sorry'

Parenthood

-Similar to you and him going through the process of having a kid he wasn't really there much

-which he definitely regrets, he tries to be there for important events like birthday parties and school events

-but his job keeps him away, once he becomes an 05 though he's able to be home more often

-but life as a hand sinister has definitely changed him..

-He's become more distant as a father and a partner, but again he does try his best to be a good father and partner

-you notice his changes and try to help him but he just pushes you and the kids away

-sadly though the Ambrose curse comes to wreck you all, your family eventually falls apart..but at least he has you..right?

Hope you enjoyed rehehehe

as always requests open!

#scp #scp foundation #scp fandom #scp fanfiction #scp x reader #scp mikell bright x reader #o5 6 #scp mikell bright #mikell bright

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slowroadtosantiago · 2 years ago

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Day 37 - Fronfria to Samos

It was about a 12 mile day in the end, but carrying our backpacks to see how Jane would get on.

We set off at 7:20 saying cheerio to Dieter who was having breakfast, and to Fraser, an Australian we had met at Casa Susi and have been leapfrogging with. It’s still cold in the mornings so had coats on.

The path went gradually downhill with stunning views of the hills and mist in the valleys.

There was a cafe open in the second village down so we stopped for breakfast. We’re going to miss the toast, freshly squeezed orange juice and coffee. The cafe had some great wood carvings outside, though the Neanderthal man was a bit scary.

We came across a very cute herd of cows and calves and also discovered the Cymru Am Byth vandals have now switched to black spray paint.

At the bottom of the mountain we landed in Triacastela where we took a diversionary path to the left that would take us to Samos.

The path followed the edge of the quiet main road for a while with a large drop at the side down to a river. At one point we came across a memorial stopping point and there was yet another letter to Pilgrims.

We left the road and the path wound its way through some incredibly lush green countryside and through an old village full of locals pottering about. Everything looked a bit well worn and reminded us of some if the little off the beaten track villages in West Wales.

After quite a lot more ups and downs than we expected we eventually arrived in Samos about 1:30. It’s famous for its monastery which looks stunning. You can do guided tours which we thought we’d do at 5:30.

After checking into our hostel (bottom bunks again, yippee!) we set out to find some food. The cafe next door was only doing sandwiches but we managed to find a local restaurant where we got a burger.

Back at the hostel it was time for a shower and a chill. Jane popped out to sit in the sun. I joined her in a while at the local bar talking to Rian from last night and Dieter who had not long arrived.

Rian told us about an old cypress tree we had to visit and hug and you could also paddle in the river there.

We went off to the monastery for 5:30, got our tickets, then just as we were waiting a huge coach load of Spanish tourists turned up! There was another tour at 6:30 so we gave up and went to hug the tree first, then sat in the sunshine eating an ice cream.

The tour at 6:30 was interesting, even if it was in Spanish. The monastery had a fire in 1951 so quite a lot of it had to be rebuilt and there were some interesting modern religious paintings on the walls.

There was to be a mass at 7:30 so when the tour ended in the church we nipped out and had a glass of wine with Rian and Fraser who was also on the tour with us, before booking our flights home. We’ll be back on Friday 26th.

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vampsquerade · 3 years ago

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I’ve been thinking… Echo or Goyo getting all frustrated knowing their s/o is on a tough mission only to hear that their s/o has gotten hurt towards the end?

oh i like this one…and you know what? you’re getting both Echo AND Goyo. 2 for 1 deal, yippee! ty for your requests as always bestie, always love seeing your name pop up on discord and in my asks box :,) ik i don’t talk in our group chat much pls forgive me i’m so busy it’s hard

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Echo & Goyo Headcanons: Reader Gets Injured on a Mission

Trigger Warnings: injuries, stress, irritation, disbelief, injuries, mentions of a critical state

Echo

☆ Ever since you had joined Rainbow, Masaru’s never been happier

☆ Sure he had previously dated Siu back in the day, and he’s been reserved ever since romance wise, but you were seemingly the one who changed this in him

☆ But when he heard you were off on a risky solo espionage operation by Harry, his heart became stone cold because of how frustrated he was

☆ Masaru worried himself everyday, finding it a bit harder to sleep or focus

☆ And every time before he went to bed, he would hope you would come back without a single scratch

☆ The universe was a terrible thing, and soon enough, Masaru would get word that you’d been critically injured upon extraction from your operation

☆ Masaru was alarmed immediately, as he was not given word in your chances of survival, and he sprinted all the way to the medical ward

☆ Forced to wait outside, Masaru stayed up the entire time it took for you to be out of your critical condition, and he was let inside

☆ Masaru gripped your hand tightly, asking you what had happened and how you got caught

☆ You explained everything in detail, and once he found out information was relayed to you at the wrong time, it sent him into a silent rage

☆ “How can they be so stupid to just…get the information to you at the wrong time? Whoever did it, I’ll deal with them.” Masaru will say, clearly infuriated

☆ The only way to get him to calm down is to kiss him and tell him you were okay, and that you wouldn’t let anything happen to yourself ever again, and he’d simply hold onto you like you were the last thing he needed

Goyo

♡ César always believed in your ability to get out of a situation unscathed, and when you were sent away on a joint operation, he knew you’d come back safe

♡ However, when César then heard your communications and location was lost to everyone else, that’s when he began to stress himself out

♡ He would spend a lot of time with Azucena, asking her for advice on how to calm his anxieties

♡ She would remind him of how good you were at taking care of yourself, as well as all the times you’ve saved him, and it would help calm his anxieties

♡ However, all his anxieties come true, as it was reported you had been found abandoned in a critical condition

♡ César felt like his world was falling apart all around him again, just like it had when he was younger

♡ The near death experience he had which caused his father and sister’s deaths still traumatized him, thought not as much as it had before

♡ But possibly losing the love of his life? This was the last straw for César

♡ He couldn’t bear the thought of losing another loved one to violence like this, and it sent him into a frustrated bout of depression

♡ Once it was announced you could take visitors, César was the first one to see you and immediately asked you for what happened

♡ You had gotten separated from everyone else and ambushed, where you were severely beaten and attacked until you had to pretend you were dead before you were left for dead, only to be discovered by everyone else once they got a ping of enemy comms

♡ César then held you tightly, apologizing for not being there, and vowed to keep you safe whenever he was around, “No te puedo perder…I can’t lose you…I’ll follow you to the end of the Earth if I have to, amor…”

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #r6s echo #masaru enatsu #echo x reader #r6s goyo #césar ruiz hernandez #goyo x reader #headcanons #angst headcanons #angst #angst with a happy ending #r6s FES #r6s SAT

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splintergirl13 · 4 years ago

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So here is a little head cannon I thought of while reading your fan fic.

What if herobrine never had/celebrated his birthday so he forgot when it was, so Steve and Alex pick a day and celebrate his birthday with him. (P.s. sorry I have horrific grammer)

I liked this idea so much I made a little drabble under the read more :3 I hope it is worthy of such an great headcanon! Thank you so much for the ask! It fills me with joy to hear that people are thinking about my story lol <3. And don't worry. Grammar is hard and doesn't make any sense. I feel your pain

Before we dive in: this takes place pretty earlier into Steve and Brine becoming friends. So they are just starting to pine. Not in a relationship yet. Alex and Brine are still a little wary of each other but have come to accept that they are stuck with each other.

I'd say this is rated teen for just some small strong language lol

The Birthday Brine

It was a hot, lazy summer afternoon. Too nice to spend down in the mines. But a little too warm to do any strenuous activities.

So Alex and Steve decided to go on down to the small river they frequented on days like today. A secluded area where the water pooled deep enough to swim. And, of course, Herobrine tagged along. As was becoming more of the norm these days.

Steve was lying comfortably in the shade of a few trees on the bank of the river. Legs in the water; small waves lapped up to his knees as the water went by. Arms crossed behind his head. His shirt was off and laid over his eyes, shutting out any of the light that filtered through the leaves. Not really dozing off, but close to it.

Herobrine was similarly relaxing. He lay on his belly; balanced precariously on a nearby tree that had fallen over the river. Looking like a big cat lounging about in the direct sun. Soaking up the rays. One hand was draped down to the side, touching the cool water.

Alex was the only one fully in the river. She was a little upstream, floating on her back. She had taken off her pants, leaving them on the shore, and let her long green shirt cover her lower half. Every once in a while she would swim back to her original place as the current took her down towards Herobrine.

The trio had been chatting absentmindedly. Talking about anything, really. Steve ranted humorously about his pickaxe making a squeaking sound. Alex discussed way too many of the current happenings in town. Even Herobrine brought up that a dragonfly had landed on his shoulder. Which had the trio all staring for a bit before it flew off and they went back to their current positions.

It wasn't until a certain question came to Alex’s mind that the peace of the scene was disturbed.

"Hey Sparky." The adventurer asked. "...How old are you?"

Herobrine took a while to answer. Seeming to think through the question slowly. Finally he asked without opening his eyes. "Why?"

"Just curious." Alex shrugged, swimming a little.

The demon shifted. Now peaking over to look at Steve. It was like the miner could tell that he was being looked at because he lifted his shirt to look back questioningly.

Herobrine spoke up. "When was the last time I respawned? Four months ago?"

Steve frowned. "Yes. More like three. You fell through a roof, remember?"

"Right, right." Herobrine moved his hand up out of the water. "Terribly made and rusty old structure. Glad it forced a respawn. Tetanus is not fun even with healing powers."

"Why is this relevant?" Alex asked impatiently.

"I'm 28." Herobrine said immediately.

Alex sat up in the water. Causing a bit of a ruckus amongst some fish that had gotten close. "No you're not!"

"Yes I am." Herobrine turned his attention to her. She shuddered ever so slightly under his scrutinizing stare. "Every time I die, I respawn back to the same age at which I turned immortal."

Alex crossed her hands over her chest. "Okay, well that's only technically. I meant, like, if you count ALL the years you've been alive."

"I have no fucking clue, Alex." Herobrine rolled his head to the otherside of the tree to ignore her. Yet continued to talk. "Time loses all meaning when you're immortal. Not to mention I was trapped in the nether for most of that time. So it's even harder to tell."

"What's your best guess?" Steve asked, now curious as well.

And the head came back around. Looking at Steve. The demon wouldn't ignore the miner. He bit his lip, eyes trailing towards the water. "I dunno... maybe a few centuries... a millennia or so..."

"Old." Steve clarified. Seeing that the demon was struggling a little.

"Yeah... old." Herobrine scowled.

"So, what, do we have to, like, wait until you live a year to celebrate your birthday?" Alex giggled. "No wonder you don't remember it. It would never be your birthday based on that criteria."

Herobrine scoffed. "What are you talking about?"

"Yeah." Steve added, putting the shirt back over his eyes. "Come to think of it, when is your birthday, Brine?"

"You want to know the exact date I was born?" Herobrine sat up now, clearly confused. "Fuck... I don't know. I didn't even keep track of days back then. I just survived. It wasn't until I met... my brother that we talked about days. And he was able to do some weird 'code calculation' as he called it to figure out my true age. But we didn't really care about that. None of us counted in the aether. None of us wanted to count. When you have endless time you tend not to care. It's a depressing chore."

"So none of you celebrated your birthday?" Alex asked.

"Why would you celebrate your birth?" Herobrine growled. "Existence is a curse."

"That's why we have to celebrate!" Alex exclaimed. "It helps us mortals to forget about our fleeting existence."

"Yeah!" Steve enthusiastically raised a fist to the sky in agreement.

"Like the aether needed another reason to celebrate..." Herobrine grumbled, flopping back down on the tree. "The amount of bullshit dances I had to get dressed up for was astronomical."

"So you really have never had a birthday, huh?" Steve wasn't sure why he was surprised.

"Nope." Herobrine said, popping the p and settling back on the tree. Thinking that was the end of the conversation.

But Steve and Alex had other plans.

"Bro you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"You think we have enough time today?"

"Sure why not? We were already planning on going into town together."

"Then we better hurry."

"What are you two talking about?" Herobrine muttered. The siblings were getting out of the water and putting back on their clothes.

"We're going to throw you a birthday party!" Steve smiled over at him.

Herobrine almost fell off his branch.

"W-what? Why?"

Alex shrugged. "Well, if you don't know what day your birthday is, it might as well be any day. And since we are already all together and don't have any plans for the rest of the evening... why not?"

Herobrine teleported off his tree and stood next to the two. "You really don't need to-"

"Too late, it's happening." Alex smiled. Starting to walk off. Not putting on her shoes as she walked through the increasingly tall grass.

"Go wait in the nether and come back around sunset!" Steve pushed on his back excitedly. As if he could shove him through a portal that wasn't there.

"Why?"

"We are gonna surprise you!"

"Oh. Yippee. Surprise." Herobrine did not mask his unenthusiasm.

"It'll be fun, I promise." Steve said as he stopped pushing and went to go join Alex.

Herobrine was left alone and very confused as to what had just happened. He blinked up at the setting sun and winced. He wouldn't know the correct time in the nether. So he decided to go back to his tree branch and relax until the time came. He had no idea what was in store for him. But he didn't try to think too hard about it. If he didn't like it he could always teleport away.

All this talk of aether and age had his head buzzing with unpleasant thoughts. He tried to will them away and think of nothing instead. Watching as the river flowed beneath him. The dragonfly landed back on his hands.

It was just after sunset when Herobrine was walking up to Steve's small house and knocking on the door. Steve was adamant about him knocking. As Herobrine had the tendency to just teleport into a location, unannounced. There was the sound of muffled talking as well as a wonderful smell of something cooking in the furnace.

He heard the miner walk towards the door, he recognized his footsteps easily. Much different than Alex’s.

Steve cracked open the door. "Herobrine, you have perfect timing! We are just finishing up."

Herobrine tried to move forward but Steve closed the door more. He smiled, shyly. "Er. You gotta close your eyes."

"... Why?"

Steve smiled wider. "It's all part of the process."

So Herobrine huffed and closed his eyes. Steve took him by the hand. Leading him inside. Herobrine could feel his heartbeat where they connected. The miner was excited. So Herobrine was excited.

He was led into the house and then Steve stopped and walked over to join where he could sense Alex.

"Surprise!" They both yelled.

Herobrine stood there with his eyes closed. Face oozing confusion.

"Open your eyes now, Brine." Steve whispered loudly to him.

"Oh." And he did. He blinked and took in the sight.

The inside of the house was decorated with a few colored strings on the ceiling and what seemed to be little torches everywhere else. It was very simple and yet very pretty.

"Do you like it?" Alex asked.

"We didn't have too much time to decorate so we made due with what we had." Steve said. "Probably not as fancy as your aether parties."

"No." Herobrine smiled. "But I like this better." The aether parties were always decorated with too much. This was nice and made Herobrine feel cozy.

Alex gestured to the table, patting the chair to sit down. "Since it's pretty late we figured we'd just do a birthday dinner. Steve said you would eat if we made you food."

Herobrine nodded. Glad he hadn't had anything to eat for a while. He wasn't the biggest fan of eating. Steve had been reintroducing it to him slowly. The miner was an excellent cook.

"Good!" Alex smiled. Steve sat next to Herobrine at the table. "I handled dinner and Steve handled the most important part of a birthday, the dessert!"

"It all smells nice." Herobrine commented politely. It did. He was actually excited to eat.

Alex disappeared into the kitchen. Preparing plates for them all. Steve and Herobrine shared a look. Both smiling, somewhat uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. It didn't last long as Alex came out with two plates, setting it down in front of them.

The meal consisted of roasted corn, slathered in butter, some sort of shredded pork on bread with some sweet sauce, and a cold potato salad. Steve instantly dug in. Probably hungry from all the work they had been doing. Herobrine waited for Alex to return with her own plate before starting to pick at the food. It wasn't long before he was eating more sloppily than Steve. Alex apologized, saying she wanted to make something more special like a smoked biscuit but Herobrine wasn't sure why she was sorry. It was all delicious. And Herobrine found himself wanting to eat the entire plate. It was the perfect meal on the warm night.

The house was filled with the delightful sounds of eating. None of them talked very much. Not needing to. Just enjoying each other’s company. And the food! They were all very invested in the food.

Once they were done, Herobrine was tempted to ask for more. But he remembered that there was still dessert to eat. He started to try to clean up his plate. But Steve stopped him immediately. "Ah, ah. No dishes when it's your birthday."

"Hmm. This birthday business keeps getting better." Herobrine smirked at him.

Steve disappeared into the kitchen and returned with two plates filled with two generous slices of homemade chocolate cake.

He set them down in front of Alex and his own seats. "We have a special slice for you, Herobrine. Hold on."

Steve rushed away and walked slowly back with a similar piece of cake. But this one had a very tiny torch stuck in the middle of it. Herobrine blinked. Huh. Strange.

"It's a candle." Steve explained. "It's a tradition to have some on your cake. We only had this old one." He set the on fire cake in front of him. Herobrine enjoyed the fire flare. "Usually you have a candle for every year you've been alive."

"But that would've set the house on fire." Alex snickered.

Herobrine rolled his eyes and tried to grab his fork. But Alex stopped him. "Wait! We have to sing to you!"

"Er, no thanks." That seemed silly. He did not want to be sung to.

Steve made a face. "I don't like that part either. I think we should skip it."

"We have to! It's tradition!" Alex wrapped her elbow around Steve’s neck. "Come on, Stevie. One time!"

"Alright. Alright." He caved easily. And they began.

Herobrine sat awkwardly as the two sang a little song. Saying his name. Herobrine had never heard Steve sing. It was nice. He had a pleasant voice. He thought the man should sing more. He hummed a lot but never truly sang.

Once they were done. Alex said. "Now you make a wish and blow out the candle."

"A wish? Wish for what?"

"For anything." Steve added. "But you have to wish in your head. And don't tell anyone or your wish won't come true."

"Like a curse?"

"Yeah kinda. But it's just for fun."

The demon chewed on his lip. Seeming to think about it. He nodded eventually. "Okay. I've made my wish."

"Now blow out the candle to complete the spell." Alex joked. Steve nudged her.

Herobrine looked at the small torch on the cake and willed the fire away. It went out.

Alex and Steve stared. Alex giggled. "Guess there's more than one way to skin an ocelot."

"Why would you-" Herobrine blinked.

"It's an expression." Steve laughed, sitting down and picking up his fork to eat his piece of cake. "Ignore her and dig in while the cake is still warm."

Herobrine did, setting the small torch- candle aside and picking up his fork to eat. The cake looked moist. Fresh. And smelled absolutely delicious. His mouth was watering before he even put the treat in his mouth.

When he took a bite he almost moaned. "H-holy fuck." He quickly took another bite.

Alex giggled. "Never had a Steve-made cake have you?"

"Steve, you should stop cooking everything and just make cake from now on." Herobrine had almost finished his piece already. It was just so damn good. He couldn't stop.

"Then it wouldn't be special." Steve chuckled. Looking happy that they both seemed to be enjoying his cake.

"Can I have more?" Herobrine asked, frosting definitely smeared all over his face, unabashedly.

Steve and Alex howled at that. The demon just looked so different from how they normally saw him. It was nice. And also hilarious.

Herobeine got a second slice and sat back, looking full. The demon didn't usually eat so it was a lot all at once. Totally worth it though.

"Present time!" Alex jumped up from the table as Steve moved the dishes into the kitchen.

"Present time?" Herobrine parroted.

"You get presents on your birthday!" Alex walked over to grab two things that had been set aside on a coffee table. "From everyone who comes to the party."

Alex handed Steve something and walked back to the table to give Herobrine a rectangle that looked like a book wrapped in paper. Herobrine took it confused. "Er, thanks?" He held it in his hands.

"You gotta open it dude!" Alex said excitedly.

"Open it?"

"Yeah tear open the paper!"

"Oh." Herobrine, a demon of destruction, ironically opened the book very carefully. Not wanting to damage it.

He held the book up once it was unwrapped. It was, indeed, a book. Not too hard to guess correctly.

"It's a book of modern day phrases." Alex explained. Tapping the cover. She smirked. "I know that you have some trouble with some of our more modern hip lingo."

Herobrine lifted an eyebrow at her. He flipped to a random page. "There's more than one way to skin an ocelot? Oh. I get your 'joke' now."

"See. You're learning already." She snickered. Steve smiled too.

Herobrine looked confused. But not unappreciative. He waved his hand, tucking the book away into his inventory. "Er, thanks. I will read the rest later."

"No problem!" She giggled. She then pushed Steve forward. "Go ahead, your turn."

Steve had a paper package tied up in butcher's twine behind his back. He coughed and walked forward, handing Herobrine the parcel.

The demon took it. Knowing what to do now, he tore into the paper. Revealing what was inside.

He paused when he realized what it was after pulling all the paper off and letting it float to the ground.

"It's... your cloak." Herobrine said. Not giving away any emotion. Steve seemed to droop a little. Expecting him to be a little happier. Alex nudged the miner. They shared a look. Steve rolled his eyes. He walked closer to the demon, touching the cloak in his hands.

"I knew it would already fit you. And there wasn't enough time to get you a new one made. I just know how much you like to borrow it from me when it gets colder." Steve ran his fingers along the cloak. Pointing out some stitching on the green material. "I sewed up all the holes so it won't be as drafty. And-" He tapped the button that held the cloak together. "I replaced the old latch with a golden one I got from town today. I know you said you like to wear a little gold in the nether for piglin respect or... whatever." The miner let go of the cloak and backed up, rubbing his head awkwardly.

Herobrine stared at the green gloak. Rubbing the material in his fingers.

"If... if you don't like-"

"I love it." Herobrine almost whispered. Sounding so genuine it made Steve blush and Alex smile. "It's perfect."

"O-oh." Steve scratched his head again. "Good. I'm glad." He smiled, looking away. Desperately trying to hide his blush. He had gone bright red. And Herobrine wasn't helping.

The demon stood instantly and put the cloak around his body. He had worn it before. But it looked different now. Like it was his now. It was truly his.

Herobrine looked up at Steve. "This is... the greatest gift I've ever been given." He didn't smile but his glowing eyes said it all. He was absolutely telling the truth. "Thank you, Steven."

The miner stared back. Smiling to the side and tilting his head. Embarrassed but screaming on the inside in happiness.

Alex had to butt in. Not liking the way the two were looking at each other and getting a little protective of Steve. "Pfft. Thanks a lot there, Briney boy. Glad my gift meant nothing."

Herobrine blinked. Processing the words. And then realized. "Oh, no, sorry Alex. Thank you as well."

"Yeah whatever." Alex nudged him with her fist, walking past him. She then let out a yawn. "Well. I think I'm all birthday partied out. Mind if I crash on your couch, Stevie? It's too late to walk home."

"Sure I'll get you some blankets." Steve mimicked the yawn. His eyes looked tired. They did do a lot to put the party together for him. They deserved a rest. "Happy Birthday, Brine."

"Thank you." Herobrine nodded. "Thank you both. This was... enjoyable."

"See our traditions aren't so bad." Alex said, flopping down on the couch.

"I do believe I've judged it too early." Herobrine nodded. "You do this every year?"

"Yep. And you get to do the planning and gift giving to us when it's our birthdays. No party is exactly the same." Alex nodded. "I think planning is actually more fun than celebrating your own birthday."

"Oh. Well I look forward to that. You will have to remind me when the time comes. Time is... difficult for me."

"Of course, dude." Steve produced some blankets from the closet. Herobrine sensed it was time to make his leave. He headed for the door.

"Thank you again." He said a little awkwardly. "I will uh, see you both tomorrow."

"Sounds good!" "Bye!" The siblings said.

And with Herobrine out the door. Steve and Alex looked at each other.

"I think that went well." Steve said.

"I think you owe me money for not making a single birthday suit joke." Alex said back. He threw the blankets over her head as she giggled.

"Goodnight Alex!" He went to his bedroom, trying to hide his blush. "Put out the candles before you sleep."

"I'm just saying, Stevie! That would've been a better gift if you-"

"Goodnight Alex!!"

Herobrine stood just outside the door. He wiggled his shoulders a little. Feeling the soft weight of the cloth around his shoulders. He smiled. Feeling warm inside and out. And teleported off.

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imanativeofswlondondahling · 5 years ago

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Becoming A Stark? (1) Peter Parker X Stark! Fem Reader

A/N: This will eventually be a Peter Parker X Stark! femReader. However, there was backstory needed so Peter won’t be introduced until Chapter Six. This takes place after Iron Man 3 but before AOU. However time is wishy washy and will pass in weird ways so lol opps. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

Word Count: 3073

Warnings: Swearing

You feel it in your soul that you will hate Tony Stark for the rest of your life. It doesn’t matter that you’re related to him. It doesn’t matter that you’re his daughter. He ripped you from everything you’ve ever known. You were happy living with your grandparents. Sure they were getting up there in age, but you were happy. You had a life, you had friends, hell you had been working on moving forward with your crush and were hoping to have a date to homecoming this year. But all of that was ruined the day that Tony Stark waltzed through your front door. You can’t help but think back to that interaction.

“Nana, who’s this?”

“Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, philanthropist, Iron Man, to name a few things. I’d offer a hand but that’s not something I normally do. I guess, maybe I should due to the circumstances but…” It’s not the first time you’ve seen his face. The Avengers have saved New York a few times, but it is the first time you’ve seen him up close. The dark haired stranger trails off and you’re put off by his attitude alone. Why was someone this stuck up standing in your living room? So instead of saying anything, you turn your head back to your book. Tony decides to take a seat at the opposite end of the couch and tries again. “What are you reading?”

Instead of answering, you just hold up the book and let him read the cover. Once and Future, spelled out on the spine of the book that you had removed the book jacket from while you read. “Y/N, maybe put the book down for a few minutes. I think Mr. Stark-”

“Tony is fine.”

“I think Tony and you need to discuss something.” You hesitantly pick up the receipt you had been using as a bookmark and slide it into the book, not wanting to leave Ari Helix behind, but you wouldn’t be rude to your Nana on a good day. On a day that you had trudged through the snow in your converse, maybe, but not on purpose.

“I don’t know him. I don’t think we have anything to discuss.”

“You’re right, we don’t know each other yet, but I’m hoping that will change with everything that’s going to happen.”

“What’s going to happen?” You can feel your eyebrows fall towards your eyes as you feel as though something is about to change without your permission.

“Well Y/N, I’m… I’m your dad.”

“Bullshit.” You say quickly. “Tony Stark doesn’t have kids. And if he did, there would have been a fucking gossip blog screaming about it already.”

“Well you definitely have my mouth if nothing else.” Tony adds with a chuckle.

“I don’t have anything of yours, because you’re not my dad. I never want to see you again. Get the fuck out.” You push off the couch and turn to run off to your room.

“See that’s going to be a little tough seeing as you're supposed to come live with me.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” You turn on your heels, the anger building quickly. You’ve always been a bit of a hot head, but in this moment you don’t even try to control your temper. “I have a home, thank you very kindly. I don’t fucking know you. And I’m not looking to find a dad anytime soon.” The words spit out of you before you can stop any of them.

“See the thing is, you’re fourteen and I’m your dad. Custodially, you’re supposed to live with me.”

“See the thing is,” you mock before continuing, “You didn’t care for fourteen years, so I don’t give a shit what you think you’re supposed to be doing custodially.” You can’t help but add air quotes around the word custodially. It burns as it leaves your lips. He hasn’t cared about you for fourteen years, why start now?

“That’s because I didn’t know you existed Y/N. I found out about you twenty four hours ago and I’m stepping up now.” The words leave his mouth in an exasperated tone, but he doesn’t raise his voice.

“How?”

“How what?”

“How did you find out about me?”

“Your high school.”

“What?”

“When you registered for school they had your birth certificate. They needed more information. Since it listed me as your father, they reached out to Nat- to my assistant. It was quite the shock to me that my child’s school was reaching out to me, since I didn’t know I had a child but the timing adds up and looking at you, it makes a lot of sense.”

“You were listed on my birth certificate?” This question was aimed at your grandparents more than at Tony-your father.

“We didn’t know if it was true or not. Your mom was in a bad place when she had you Y/N. So we had to take everything she said with a grain of salt. Was she beautiful and loving and did she love you? Yes completely. But did a lot of what she said during that time make sense? No, not at all.” Your nana says as she sits down on the couch, rubbing her knee. It’s probably another bad day. If you leave, who will make sure Nana and Pops are ok?

“I can’t go with you.” You cross your arms as you speak to Ton-your father.

“Why not?” His eyebrow raises over his square glasses.

“‘Cuz someone has to help Nana and Pops around the house.”

“I’ll make sure there’s a nurse helping them. Or better we can move them into a nursing facility where they don’t have to go up and down a bunch of flights of steps all the time.”

“Why would you do that.” The question came out as a demand, especially since you don’t want to believe this man that’s taking you away from the only family you’ve ever known would do something… nice.

“Because they’re your family. I’m not heartless. Well I guess that depends on what your belief on science is and arc reactors are, but technically I do still have a heart underneath all of this.” He points to where you know there would be metal and lights under his suit. “But for right now, we need to focus on getting you to the tower.”

“What tower?”

“Avenger’s tower? It’s closer than Malibu? And in less shambles.”

“So you’re moving me from the home that I know and love, but you don’t even live where you’re moving me?”

“I live there a lot of the time. And the Avengers are there most of the time which means you’ll be very safe. But I do have to travel for business.”

“Then I’ll stay where I am thanks.” Tony goes to speak when Wallace goes off. The beeping is only jarring for him since you and your Nana are used to it going off at random times.

“What the hell is that?”

“That is Wallace.” You say, not clearing up anything. Hmmm, your Dexcom says you’re 205 and rising? You could have sworn you had insulin on board. So you unclip the pump from your side and tap the screen to enter your blood sugar. No correction needed.

“You good babydoll?” Your nana asks from across the living room.

“I’m good. I have insulin on board.”

“You’re diabetic?” Tony asks, putting two and two together.

“Yup. Have been since I was four.”

“And Wallace?” He asks hesitantly.

“Do you honestly care?” You say before rolling your eyes and walking towards the kitchen. Mentally, you slap yourself. You should have grabbed your book. Now you’ll either have to start a new one or wait until your father, you roll your eyes at even saying it, leaves so you can continue your space adventure. Walking down the hallway you enter your room and close the door behind you. All you want to do is shut out the bombshell that was dropped on you and not deal with it. But for some reason you get the feeling that Tony Stark, freaking Iron Man, isn’t one to just let things go.

Giving up on the idea of starting another book, you open your computer and click your Spotify to start playing the playlist you had paused this morning when you had left to run errands with Pops. You only have two weeks of summer left, so you had spent time getting school supplies and groceries before returning to the apartment. While Hitchin’ A Ride by Green Day starts playing, you open Twitter, hoping for anything to distract yourself. But somehow you find yourself on Tony Stark’s Twitter. It was less narcissistic that you imagined for him. Some retweets about Stark Industries, a few comical tweets about wanting a cheeseburger, and then a tweet from twenty four hours that just said HOLY SHIT in all caps and nothing else. Could that be about you? Closing out Twitter, you find yourself opening up your Tumblr to scroll as Lithium by Nirvana played. Or well you tried to scroll, but a knock on your door interrupts you.

“Can I come in?” Tony’s head peaks in.

“If I say no will you go?” You say without looking up.

“Probably not. The people in my inner circle say I’m fairly stubborn.”

“Hmm.” Is the only reply you give him. To be fair, a lot of your friends would say you’re stubborn too so it’s not that surprising that your father is too.

“I know you don’t like it kiddo-”

“Don’t call me kiddo.

“-but we do need to head to the Tower soon. Happy’s been parked downstairs for about as long as he’s allowed to be there.” Tony continues as if you hadn’t said anything. “So how about you pack up stuff you’ll need for the next few days and then I can send Happy and some other people to come get the rest later on?”

“You’re going to send people to pack up my stuff? You know how invasive that is?”

“Ok, I’ll send you over with them, you can pack it up and they’ll move it to the tower, it’s your choice. Or to Malibu if you’d rather. Well that is once the rebuild is done. Long story. But if you stay at the tower, you won’t have to change schools.”

“Yippee. Everyone at school will get to find out that Tony Stark is my father. How much fun will that be.” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm. “I definitely wanted to be ostracized my first year at high school. Thanks for making it even better than I could ever imagine high school being.”

“Look I know this isn’t a win/win scenario, but we can keep your name out of the press until your eighteen if you want. You’re a minor-”

“Yeah, but when the paparazzi see me coming out of the tower, that won’t tip them off.”

“I’ll have Happy drive you. There’s a garage entrance. No one will see you coming or leaving.”

“Great so I just have to give up my freedom. That’s even better than I imagined.”

“Y/N, I know this isn’t what you wanted, or even what you want, but I think we can come up with something that works in the long run. Plus I’m having Pepper, you’ll meet her later, take over SI so I won’t have to do as much. I can try to stay in New York as much as possible. Because no matter what happens, you’re my daughter and I want to know you.” You don’t say anything in response. “I hope one day, you feel similarly.” He says softly.

“I doubt it.” You say honestly.

“Well even if that’s the case, right now we do need to pack up some stuff to take to the tower for now. Want me to hel-” He starts to pick up a sweatshirt from the end of your bed and you snatch it from his hand as you reply.

“I’ve got it.”

“Y/N, we’re here.” Your father’s voice pulls you from your thoughts and you look at the non descript parking garage that is under what you assume is the tower. The man you’ve figured out is Happy, though he’s the exact opposite of Happy, opens your door and you climb out, knowing that Tony will be behind you. Happy goes to grab your bags from the trunk, but you stop him.

“I’ve got it.”

“It’s part of my job.”

“I don’t have an issue carrying my own stuff like some people.” From the trunk you lift out your purple backpack, the black rolling suitcase, and the canvas bag that’s filled with all your pump supplies, sensors, and insulin. You follow Tony and Happy towards an elevator.

“JARVIS take us to the main floors.”

“Certainly sir.” You look up expecting to see a face or something but there’s no one there.

“JARVIS is the AI that runs the whole tower. If you need anything JARVIS is the one to ask. If there’s specific food you want or if you need stuff for school or, well, anything really, just ask JARVIS. I’ll get you added to the levels of clearance that allow you to order anything that you want.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Part of you living with me is that I’m going to provide for you. JARVIS is part of providing for you. I’m not the best at remembering to like grocery shop or send the laundry out so JARVIS helps with that.”

“Send the laundry out? Do you not have a washer and dryer in this whole place?” You cock an eyebrow at how spoiled he sounds.

“We do, but there are other things that take time away from me.” You add continue to do my own laundry to the mental list of things that will make you different from your father. Tony notices the disapproval marked in his daughter’s face and hopes that maybe meeting the Avengers will make up for the disappointment he’s been to her so far. The doors open and in the living room Natasha and Clint are sitting watching a movie while Steve sits in a chair reading a book. “Where’s Code Green?”

“In the lab,” Steve comments, not looking up from the page he’s on.

“That’s Capsicle. Legolas is sitting next to Nat. Big Green is down in the lab and Point Break is currently back at home but you’ll meet him eventually, though hopefully not his brother.” At the sound of being introduced the three in the living room look up and see the girl standing next to Tony in surprise.

“Uh, Tony, are we taking pint size Avengers now?” Clint asks.

“I might be small, but I can kick your knees out just as easily.” You pull on the strap of your backpack, not really wanting to be in this room much longer.

“Ok, before you kick anyone’s knees out. This is not an Avenger recruit. This is Y/N Stark, my daughter.” Ok taking on his last name was something you were going to have to talk to him about because you were perfectly happy being Y/N Y/L/N, not this Y/N Stark bullshit.

“You have a kid?” Steve asks, genuine confusion spread across his face.

“I do. I didn’t know until yesterday, but I’m doing the right thing.” You can’t stop the snort that escapes you. Tony looks over at you.

“Sorry,” You say although you don’t mean it. “Can I es- go to my room?”

“‘Yes, you can escape to your room. I’ll show you where it is.”

“I got it boss. I think you have some people that need answers.” Happy offers. You’re silently relieved that Happy offered to show you. If you had to spend another minute with your dad, you might lose your mind. Happy walks you into the kitchen and opens the fridge as you go past it. You look at him, trying to figure out why he’s opening it. “Tony told me you’re diabetic. You have insulin that needs refrigeration right?”

“Oh, yeah I just didn’t know he told you.”

“Head of security. There’s not much he doesn’t tell me.” Happy turns them towards a staircase leading away from where all the Avengers are. “But you know if you need someone to talk to, or grab a cheeseburger with, there’s things he doesn’t have to know about.”

“I don’t eat meat, but I appreciate it, Happy.”

“He’s going to say you’re not his kid if you don’t eat cheeseburgers.” And for the first time since all of this started, you actually let out a laugh.

Tony’s head turns towards the sound of the laugh. It’s unfamiliar, but he wants to hear more of it. He’s missed fourteen years of your life, but he wants to make things better, he does. He’s just not sure how.

“So you found out you have a kid?” Steve asks, his book forgotten now.

“Yeah, yesterday I found out I had a fourteen year old and then it’s been a whole process of finding out that since she’s mine I have custody technically.”

“So you took her away from all she knows?” Natasha's voice comes softly from the couch.

“I guess you could say that.”

“Did you give her a choice?” Natasha asks, harsher this time. In her eyes anyone could see the remainders of another girl that was taken from all she ever knew and replaced with a hard boiled assassin.

“In the eyes of the state she doesn’t really have a choice.”

“So you didn’t give her a choice.”

“She’s got a medical condition that was costing her family thousands a month on top of her grandparents’ conditions. I’m helping!” Tony’s voice raises for the first time this afternoon since he tried to stay calm around his kid.

“You think you’re helping, but you’re taking her from the only life she’s ever known and I’m betting you gave her no choice in this. All you might get out of this is four years with her and then she disappears from your life.” Clint says softly, not trying to upset Tony, but also hearing the points that Natasha was bringing up.

“You’re going to have to work hard to make this worth it to Y/N, Tony.” Steve says before picking up his book.

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