#i might start setting up my streaming stuff tomorrow

[babymorte]

gamepass needs to bring back visage

[spaciousreasoning]

Putting Tax Stuff Together

This is the first day of economic boycotts that are planned in response to the current administration’s malfeasance. It’s why we went to the grocery store last night, so we would not have to spend money on anything today.

Another sunny day with nearly cloudless blue skies. This morning’s low got down to 36 degrees and the high reached 64. Rain is supposed to show up at some point on Saturday but today remained dry.

My blood sugar remained in a good range today, at 149. After we did our coffee and brain games, we had oatmeal for breakfast. We had wanted to get out and do some more exploring, but we were still tired from our last adventure, and on a day when we wanted to get by without buying anything, it was easier to spend most of it at home.

We started by doing two loads of laundry, bed sheets and clothes. While that was going on, we put together our tax info and delivered everything to a new CPA, whom we met at St. Thomas.

Before dropping off the tax documents, we made a quick sandwich and had potato chips for lunch. After brief introductory conversation with the CPA, he said it would take one to two weeks to get our returns ready. His fee will be higher than we had paid in Tucson, but everything seems to be a bit more expensive here in Oregon.

When we got home we went for a walk around the neighborhood, counter-clockwise. There was no need to bundle up, since it was so mild out. We did 1.16 miles in 27:30 minutes. There were 2,800 total steps.

Along the way I grabbed some pictures of crocuses growing in some yards. They are one of the earliest signs of spring, so it’s appropriate that I used them to set up my March calendar for my FB page.

After the walk we took a nap, then we began our preparations for dinner with Nancy’s granddaughter, Kathleen. We cooked a pot of rice, put some veggies in the oven to roast, and then cooked up two packages of the orange chicken we like so much.

When Kathleen showed up for dinner, she brought along a pan of brownies for dessert.

Once we had eaten, we sat down to stream one of the shows we had been telling Kathleen about, “Elsbeth.” It was the most recent episode, and she seemed to enjoy it as much as we did. This one introduced a couple of interesting characters, one of which we hope we don’t see again.

Then Kathleen left for home, and after cleaning up the dinner dishes, we came back to do some more streaming. We saw this week’s new “Finding Your Roots,” with guests Debra Messing and Melanie Lynskey learning about branches of their family they had known very little about. We closed out with one more episode of “Still Standing,” in which Jonny Harris visits Slave Lake, Alberta. Forty percent of the town was destroyed by wildfire in 2011, but the town’s diverse community has bonded over the common goal of rising from the ashes, stronger, smarter and more resilient than ever.

The rain that is forecast for tomorrow is not supposed to arrive until around 9 p.m. in the evening. While the low tonight is 42 degrees, tomorrow’s high is only supposed to get to 56. Once it does start raining, it might continue through next Thursday, but, as we have said before, the weather changes by the minute. We’ll keep our fingers crossed and our rain jackets nearby.

[nerditudes]

HEY DORKS I need yer help.

Trying to figure out what to do for my return to stream tomorrow. Depending on how today goes I might change tactics but for now these are the options!

Jeff Redeem: Nerdy murks an NPC enemy then carries the body around on missions while improvising a story about their old friend, Jeff.

Trek Stuff: Resurgence and a VRC Roleplay stream! We run a Trek RP lobby alternating Wednesdays. A cozy evening on the USS Androgyny [NCC 42022] will follow a blind playthrough of a bit of Star Trek: Resurgence.

Mystery Shack: For my anniversary stream last month I started on a bit of the Mystery Shack-- building it from scratch in House Flipper. I've still got to finish it and set up the tourist trap and living quarters.

Critter Cove: A super cozy indie game that's Animal Crossing esque. I actually got the game for free as a streamer and provide a LOT of feedback for the dev team as a visually impaired person!

[speedbooster]

Y'know, I was gonna get to the rest of those starters today, maybe do some Samus replies, try to start some things with my new followers-

Unfortunately, I ordered a new bed frame, and it came early, so I am just wiped from putting that together...

But I don't wanna have accomplished nothing else today, so I'm give a small update on some side stuff I got going on;

Archie Sonic Book Club

For anyone new here, which would be most of you, I had the idea to read through an issue of the old Archie comics each day, as I'd never actually read them before, and share my thoughts on them. Sadly after the first issue, some life stuff happened and I forgot about it for a while.

So instead of it being a daily thing, I've decided to make it a once a week thing (Currently thinking Saturdays, but nothing set in stone yet). And instead of it being a single issue, I'll go over my thoughts on however many issues I read that week. Could be only a couple, could be like two whole volumes, could be none at all because I forgor, but I think giving it more of an open schedule will help me stay consistent with it.

It's going to be a long commitment, even longer because of a poll I did on my other accounts, I'm reading literally all of Archie Sonic. But I've always wanted to read these, and my portrayal of Sonic does try to mix together elements of every iteration of the series into one cohesive universe, and Archie is a big part of that. So here's hoping I can stick with it, and finally check it off my bucket list.

Chao Garden Updates

Another project I've been slowly whittling away at over the last few years is a series of streams documenting my journey to finally 100% Sonic Adventure 2. It's been a while since I've done one of those streams, and it'll probably be a bit longer before I start it back up again, but one of the biggest parts of that that I'm allowing myself to work on off camera is the Chao Garden.

Now I'm not allowed to do the races or karate, or get any more emblems, but I can raise up my chao to hopefully make conquering those a bit easier. And I kinda just wanna show the little guys off

I do have mods for it, mostly cosmetic stuff, but I also use Chao World Extended and Enhanced Chao World just to make things a bit more interesting, so they're going to be a bit... unique. I gave 'em little hats, and I have some mods for interesting evolutions (including one that is VERY cursed) and I'm hoping that having somewhere to share my progress might help me get back into it, and motivate me to keep doing it.

Just like with Archie Sonic, this would be a once a week thing (currently thinking Wednesdays, starting next week because it's too late to start now), so you're not gonna get spammed with this stuff. And both these will have their own tags so that you can ignore them entirely if they don't interest you.

I do also wanna do something Metroid related in the same vein as these, but I have no idea what (maybe checking out some romhacks? There's a ton I haven't tried out yet that are insanely popular), so I'm open to suggestions if anyone has any

Lastly, both of these things, and anything like them in the future are meant to be a community thing. I'm trying to socialize more, step out of my comfort zone (and just have more of a schedule in general but that's neither here nor there), and I find it easier to do that if people reach out first and if we have something to talk about.

So if you see those, I encourage you to leave comments, repost, engage in whatever way you want to if the topic interests you. You got thoughts on the bit of Archie I'm reading? I wanna hear them. You got memories of the chao garden and raising your lil guys, go ahead and share them! I promise, I don't bite, and I'm more scared of you than you are of me.

And... I think that's it for now. Promise I'll try to get those last three starters done tomorrow before work, and I'll definitely be trying to stick with these ideas, because I wanna talk about this stuff, and get to know this community better.

Till then... I'm going to bed. Good night, have a hedgehog!

This is a dumb tradition from my twitter days. Feels right to continue it here.

[holmsister]

Anyway. Finally Laios makes it back home and he takes like five showers and then he suddenly remembers holy shit I'm supposed to stream today. And he might be a mess emotionally but he doesn't like missing stream days knowing people look forward to them because he's super nice so he sends out a message on his social media like hey guys! I'm starting to stream an hour or so earlier than usual because I might have to cut off earlier as well! Because Kabru usually shows up like towards the end of his streams and usually he doesn't mind waiting an hour or so to hang but this time he might. Mind. But he doesn't say that he doesn't specify. And then he decides to start streaming like immediately because he is too nervous and he's hoping killing fake monsters might make him chiller.

So he's been like streaming for a couple hours and he's in the zone now complete focus and its now the hour he usually streams normally so all of his usual viewership has gathered and then. All of a sudden. His doorbell (which everyone knows the sound of because it's not the first time he pauses the stream to go open his door. Usually for Kabru) rings and he stops. Deer in headlights expression. Red. His character dies immediately. Everyone in chat is like WAIT. WHAT. IS THAT KABRU. LAIOS IS KABRU HERE. LAIOS HEY IS THAT WHY YOURE CUTTING OFF THE STREAM. LAIOS HAS HE BEEN TO THE GYM AGAIN. ARE YOU GONNA COOK HIM SOMETHING GOOD EH LAIOS.

And the thing is that despite everything a few Kabru fans have started watching Laios as well because he's genuinely a pretty fun streamer who knows a lot of lore. So they are like OOOOOH. and someone is like I KNEW SENDING HIM THE LINK TO KABRU'S FUN MOMENTS IN MODELLING STREAM WAS THE RIGHT MOVe and everyone is like OMG IT REALLY IS KABRU?

And all of this happens in like a minute. After which the doorbell rings again. Laios finally finds it in himself to kill the stream.

It's Falin. SHE FORGOT HER REVIEW NOTES AND THE EXAM IS TOMORROW IM SOA SOS SOSSO SORRY BRO

So Laios resumes streaming. He's not disappointed it was to be expected Kabru would stand him up (kills non-hostile NPC) he's fine everything is fine (explodes random building) EVERYTHING IS FINE all you see on stream is this random blonde man looking red and flustered and the tiniest bit on the verge of tears but still with his resting bitch face. The chat doesn't know what's going on. There are several competing theories. Someone pays to have the automated reading voice Laios has set up for donations saying WHATS GOING ON. Laios dies again but it's ok no one is watching the game any longer. "I don't know," he admits. "I'm not good at this stuff."

Someone who just got in and has missed everything is like WAIT what you beat this level like in speedrun time last week? And the rest of the chat is like SSSSSHHH HES THINKING.

"I don't understand. He said it was fine. He said he wasn't mad at me... but maybe he should be. Maybe i didn't show him my appreciation enough. He's been so patient with me..."

And then a new watcher is like. Laios you fucking idiot i was waiting for you to finish streaming. I've been outside for like three hours i had to hide when Falin showed up. Here ill ring the doorbell.

And the doorbell rings.

And Laios is like. Deer in headlights again while chat is like LAIOS FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK until someone pays for the voice to say LAIOS THE DOOR BEFORE SOMEONE FUCKING STEALS YOUR MAN so Laios goes to open the door.

He fucking forgets the stream open but it's fine he streams from a corner of his living room so they only catch a few distant muffled voices and noises (he changed the setup to be back against a wall after people caught a peek of half-naked Kabru in what he only recently realised was a fit of jealousy). Someone is like we should probably stop watching. Someone is like WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN. After a bit Laios' automatic killswitch kills the stream thankfully but the chat is having fun for a bit. They all decide to go raid Senshi's sausage-making livestream it's a blast

Laios works part-time at a grocery store and is a mildly successful twitch streamer and one time this really fucking hot shirtless dude wanders into frame and everyone on Laios' chat starts freaking out like WHO THE FUCK IS THAT- HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A MAN SO BEAUTIFUL YOU STARTED CRYING- LAIOS THERES A HOT DUDE THERE- and Laios is like ahahah that's my friend Kabru! He sometimes comes over after the gym to take a shower while I make him dinner! He loves my food! And everyone in chat is like LAIOS ARE YOU STUPID- LAIOS FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK- LAIOS HES AFTER ANOTHER KIND OF MEAT- and Laios is a little bit offended like. No! He's just nice! Don't be mean you'll make him uncomfortable!

And then someone recognizes Kabru like "OH SHIT I SAW HIS FOUR PARTER ON ART AND MENTAL ILLNESS IT MADE ME CRY" and they dig up his SMs and he's like. A political commentator and activist/youtuber who speaks like 9 languages and has an history degree despite being like 22 and is working towards an anthropology degree now and pays the bills by being a fucking. Fashion model and there's INSANE photoshoots of him in all sort of artsy high fashion pictures in b&w like covered in bloodied bandages in BDSM gear dressed like a priest etc etc interspersed with like very good thinkpieces on consumerism and art and politics and the very rare YouTube 4-parters on random subjects with INCREDIBLE visuals and everyone is like what the fuck. What the FUCK Laios how do you even KNOW this dude and Laios is like he kept showing up at the grocery store during my turn and asking for ideas on what to make for dinner and one guy in chat asks but aren't you usual on at nighttime and he's like yeah it was like 3am for the most part and everyone is like LAIOS PLEASE

[irl-kaeya]

Genshin Diary Entry #1

I finally started playing through the Sumeru story!

I was originally planing on streaming my playthrough of it how I used to, but sadly I didn't have the energy to set up all the recording stuff and talk the whole time I played. So I've decided to do a written commentary instead! So far I've gotten up to the point where you and Tighnari clear out the the Withering (for the first time? I get the feeling I'll get to do it again at some point).

First of all, I loved getting to walk into the new nation through that tiny tunnel in the Chasm. I accidentally wandered into it literally just a few weeks ago and it caused the Archon Quest widget to pop up so I ran out immediately lol. It felt a little magical to walk through it again and seeing how everything turns green and mushroomy.

So far I find it interesting that there seems to be a reoccurring theme on hallucinations and "perception of reality." I was surprised to see a vision of Irminsul so soon? I only know about it from the Fatui trailer and what Tighnari tells us about it a little later in the quest. Anyways, with the hallucinogens, a tree that consumes memories and a god of wisdom; I think I'm starting to get a clear idea already what this story might entail. I'm specifically speculating that it's going to be a mirror chapter to Inazuma with the way the journeys are going to affect the Traveller; Inazuma was physically traumatising with the violent environment and Archon, while Sumeru will be more mentally damaging. But that's just a speculation ✌️

I really like Collei and Tighnari so far! I was already attached to Collei since I managed to pull her on her debut banner I think and since I've read the webtoon. It's so satisfying and refreshing to see a character that went through horrific events as a child but is now on a path of recovery. I feel so relieved to see her so cheerful and optimistic now, and also to see her surrounded by safe and caring people. I'm surprised that genshin has managed to handle the concepts of PTSD and chronic illness so well (so far at least), because it's adding a lot more depth and feeling to the story and characters already. Speaking of the 'safe and caring people', I like Tighnari so far too! I love smartasses that hand me world lore for free, as well as animal ear characters in general. I'm not crazy about him yet as I literally don't know anything about his backstory or presence in the quest, but so far I'm enjoying the fact that he's actually intelligent and diligent.

I think that's it for now, I'll share my thoughts on the Sumeru world and new abilities once I explore them both a bit more. At the moment I'm just entranced by all the GREEN in the game hah. I'll probably play a bit more tomorrow if I get enough work done in the day.

[brooooswriting]

hii :) can you write a nat and reader one like angst with happy fluff ending where reader thinks nat is cheating on her because shes a little distant and hiding her phone and stuff so reader thinks something bad but nat is just planning something for reader like a surprise of some sort like her birthday or planning to propose or something. fluffy happy ending please :( love your writing

Cheater

You and Nat have been dating for over two years now and to say that things were great was an understatement. Half a year ago you’ve moved into an apartment together and got a cute black cat called Liho. Nat was still working with the avengers while you worked for shield. It seemed like everything was falling into place.

That was until Nat started to sleep at the compound leaving you alone for the night and most of the next day. She barely texted you anymore or called and when she was home she wouldn’t cuddle with you or anything else actually. And to make it worse, she hid her phone and changed her password.

At the beginning of your relationship it was similar to this. The redhead was scared of relationships and getting hurt and even though she loved you she was scared that she couldn’t trust you. But you put so much work into your relationship that she warmed up.

“Hey Natty, you aren’t answering your phone… again… well I just wanted to ask if you come home tonight? I thought I could cook your favourite and we could spend some quality time together. Just let me know, I miss you.” You hung up the phone before getting back to work to keep your mind off of your girlfriend.

An hour later you got a text saying “sorry I am on mission, will be back tomorrow night. Ly” You sighed before deciding to visit the compound. Nat might not want your cooking but the rest of the team was never one to say no. So you got your stuff before making your way over.

When you arrived you had Friday call the team in the kitchen so they could decide what they want to eat.

“Y/n what are you doing here?! It’s so great to see you” Steve said as he made his way over to hug you before stepping to the side for Tony. “Hello Y/n/n, why are you here? Lover girl already left with a really stunning dress in her hand.” He said as he hugged you followed by Bucky. “Yeah, I don’t think you guys are meeting here.” The man added as he let you go.

“She has a mission right? That’s the reason she left…” you told the others trying to sound confident in yourself and your girl but everything started to blur. Why would she lie to you?

“No she doesn’t. She and Wanda left like 20 minutes ago.” Steve explained and looked at your pale face.

Realization started to set in. It all made sense now, she stayed her sleeping with other people and going out instead of coming home. She wouldn’t let you see her phone so you wouldn’t see the messages.

“I’m sorry guys… I just…” you broke down in sobs before you could finish your sentence, causing Pepper, who just joined you, to hug you. “Hey, it’s going to be alright. Come on, let’s go to my room.” She soothingly whispered in your ear before leading you to her room.

“I think she’s cheating on me” you whispered as you were seated on the bed with your knees pulled to your chest. “Romanoff? Why do you think that?” She asked as she settled next to you trying to give you comfort. “She barely shows up anymore, she doesn’t touch me, she hides her phone and apparently she’s lying to me about missions while she’s actually having a date with Wanda.” You explained through your tears. And actually Pepper was just as shocked as you were, she always thought Natasha was deeply in love with you, but now that she thought about it the spy was acting weird lately.

“You should talk to her and ask her. I know it’s scary but this isn’t much better” she suggested making you nod. You spent another 2 and a half hours with Pepper before deciding to go home to feed Liho.

So you left in one of Tony’s hoodies with tears streaming down your face and tiredness taking over your body. You opened the door to see your girlfriend in front of her car with Wanda closely next to her. You thought about the options you had, you could go there and scream at her or you could watch what happens. You decided to wait hoping that you misinterpreted the whole thing.

But what you saw next did the opposite thing. The redhead got a small box from her jacket and gave it to the witch making your heart ache. They seemed so happy, so happy that you couldn’t bring yourself to go there. You loved her and wanted her happy so if this was the only option you’d let her go.

Quickly making your way over to your car you sped off to your apartment to pack your things.

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3rd point of view

Natasha saw a car drive past them that seemed way to familiar so she turned around before she realized. It was your car.

“Fuck! I gotta go Wands” she said climbing into her car confusing the witch. “What’s wrong? Where do you wanna go?” She asked completely blind to the situation. Nat answered a quick Y/n saw us and started to panic. “It’s going to be alright. Just go there and explain it to her! You’ll be fine!” Wanda said and closed the smaller woman’s door.

As she arrived at their apartment her heart started to beat much faster and blood rushed to her cheeks. This really was going to make or break everything.

“Babe? Where are you?” She called out as she opened the door to the shared apartment. “I’m here Natasha” the taller girl answered. This was the moment she knew she fucked up. “Don’t call me Natasha. You never call me Natasha, it’s babe or sweetheart or anything, but not Natasha.” She walked closer to the y/h/c who tried to keep herself together. Only now she could see her red eyes and the tear stains on her cheeks causing her to reach out.

But Y/n took a step back. “Why would you do that?! I loved you so much and you go and sleep with her! A friend of mine? Why wasn’t I enough??” The broken voice broke the Russians heart, she knew what you were thinking and you had every right to.

“My love, it was not what it looked like I promise.” Y/n was now anxiously walking around. “Oh really? And what about you barely being here anymore? And hiding your phone? And lying to me?” Her sadness slowly turned into madness. Romanoff didn’t have any right to cheat on her. She’s always been a good girlfriend, she came to all the events, the cooked for her, she was there for her and never pushed her to do anything.

While the taller girl walked around rambling about how unfair all of this was Nat decided on the only way to end this.

So when Y/n turned around she saw her girlfriend on one knee in front of her holding a beautiful ring with red details in her hand.

“I’m sorry I neglected you these last few weeks but I was planning to do this really big and cool proposal but I got scared. One day I was so sure that I want to marry you that I started to panic so I thought maybe I just need some distance and when I told Wanda she convinced me that this is a good thing and helped me plan it. I was so unsure that I didn’t even think about what you must think.” She started her Monolog.

“But I want you to know that I love you with my whole heart and that being with you made me a better person. I thank my lucky stars everyday that I get to be with you and I still can’t believe it. You opened my eyes to so many things and always treated me as way more than I was actually worth! I couldn’t have done so many things without you and I can’t wait to see what more comes. I love you with all my heart. Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n do you wanna marry me?”

She couldn’t move, she was so shocked that her brain stopped working. Only the tears flowing down her cheeks for the second time this day.

After some seconds in silence Natasha thought she had her answer and was about to stand up when she was tackled into the floor. Y/n laying on top of her with her head in the crock of her neck whispering a quick yes before placing kisses on her neck.

They were still lying on the floor when to taller girl started to apologize. “I’m sorry for thinking you were cheating on me.” She whispered before pressing a kiss to her fiancées lips. “You had every right to think that and I’m sorry for hurting you because I was to insecure.” The redhead pulled her closer and connected their hands pulling out her phone.

She quickly snapped a picture of the two of them laying on the floor with Y/n hand in hers, the ring on display. She send it to the rest of her team with a short text saying ‘guys, meet my fiancée❤️’.

They spend the rest of the night laying on the ground cuddling and kissing as Y/n demanded all the affection she didn’t get for the last couple of weeks.

So to say that there relationship was great was an understatement and both of them hoped that saying that their marriage was great would also be an understatement.

I hope this is what you wanted… if not just tell me and I’ll try again. Thank you <3 I hope you guys enjoy

[irrealisms]

hi i have been TAKING NOTES and doing quick summaries of the streams i watched starting with void arc! they're not perfect notes or anything esp if you have different priorities than me but should give you an idea of what happened when and which are important vs grindy, which ones you can skim for a specific conversation/battle, etc. here's my notes on void arc (i also have notes for the more recent arcs but my notes on presidency arc are pretty sparse & my notes on the current arc include notes on jumper+minute streams which i don't want to put on zam's post, so if anyone wants those just hmu privately):

1/8/24 : baconwaffles stream, void hole yayyyyy. build base in parrot hole. planetlord is there. this is i think the first void-relevant stream?

1/10/24 : baconwaffles stream, recruiting jumper who + trying and failing to trap a couple people and getting a bit bitchy about it before successfully trapping 4C

1/11/24 : baconwaffles stream, jumper pretends to hire PMC to see if they will betray her, however she staged it, other void ponies plan to confront her tomorrow.

1/12/24 : baconwaffles stream, confronting jumper. it works out though yayyyyy. 

1/13/24 : mapicc & roshambo streams; mapicc pro-void roshambo anti-void

1/15/24 : baconwaffles stream, recruiting pentar, doing the jepex video. pentar stuff is relevant to void arc but jepex video recording isnt rly

1/16/24 : pangi stream, mentions recording the ending of the ro video yesterday and losing a bunch of hearts, zam is So Mad abt the foundation taking all his armor sets that he ~reconciles with pangi (pangi was anti-void). only relevant timestamps are 8:00 - 38:38. the first 8 minutes are maaaybe worth watching also but everything after that is just grinding hearts

1/17/24 : pangi stream, pangi grinds hearts some more. then FIRST SQUIDDO TUMBLR LIVE (tumblr imagine)

1/20/24 : baconwaffles stream, void ponies frustrated that they keep getting targeted, still don’t trust jumper. try and fail to do traps. also squiddo was live on tumblr live again and actually did lifesteal activities. our first and last lifesteal lore on tumblr live

1/22/24 : baconwaffles stream, minute has filled all the void traps at spawn up with water to Very High Up, bacon + zam + mapicc watch parkour civ, try to clear it out. bacon mapicc zam take a 3v3 w minute wemmbu and spoke. abyss gets frustrated a lot

2/1/2024 : vitalasy stream, vitalasy gets tour from 4C, flies with elytra for the first time, kills a couple of zam’s villagers

2/2/2024 : bacon stream, argument with ash about whether ash has to give bacon hearts back? might be the one zam referenced the next day, might not? note: i didn’t watch this one i just skimmed the vod. i should go back and watch it

2/3/2024 : pangi + mapicc streams. gordon ramsay IHOB bit. mapicc digs around in the floor carting and kills some people (mostly pangi). zam dies a bunch. nothing void-related but it's cute and fun if you are a Lifesteal Shenanigans Enjoyer

2/7/2024 : zam + vitalasy streams, zam + vitalasy meeting :DDD in which zam mentions that void ponies might want to end the server with this? also zam grinding stream in which he and bacon admit to reading tumblr

2/9/2024 : zam stream, making a depressing carnival for the void trap. mostly grinding and complaining.

2/10/2024 : zam + roshambo streams. this one’s kinda rough ooc, no one's plans work out. foundation tries to do a thing with withers but it doesn’t work out. carnival doesn’t work out either. nothing much happens. squiddo has an edited video of her pov of this!

2/13/2024 : vitalasy stream, vitalasy moves wardens, lies a little to jumper about heart count but promises to the viewers it'll make sense soon; mapicc was live but idk what he was doing?; zam is live on leowook’s account but doesn’t do much

2/23/2024 : zam stream, zam collects materials for a redstone machine, panics a little bit abt whether they might take the server off fabric, blows up some stuff for getting rid of All Of Spawn, talks abt editing his wormhole video. mostly just grinding

2/24/2024 : zam + vitalasy streams. on zam stream planet+minute jump zam+mapicc. session is interrupted bc the server goes down. void hole at spawn is coming along well. they play golf. void ponies all still think jumper is sus. on vitalasy stream, vitalasy does some terraforming, says his plan will Happen Tomorrow

2/25/2024 : zam stream + vitalasy stream + another zam stream. zam writes signs, void ponies take vitalasy hostage, jumper kills vitalasy, jumper goes live on vitalasy’s account with a book + scavenger hunt, vitalasy explains his plan of being with void ponies all along, gives jumper all his stuff, explains that he’s quitting lifesteal, and asks jumper to kill him; 3v5 void ponies vs foundation, foundation loses, planet kills himself; zam writes signs some more, void ponies decide to do a puzzle to give the foundation more hope. basically everything that happened on this day was important and lore-dense

2/26/2024 : zam stream, zam tries to make a sand duper

2/27/2024 : zam stream, zam builds detective agency. but pink this time :3 pretty kitty detective agency :3 also makes some paths. its nice but not much Plot happens

2/28/2024 : zam stream, more blowing up spawn lol

3/1/2024 : two zam streams, zam crafts pistons, uploads to VOD channel, watches more parkour civ, plays various non-minecraft games periodically. wemmbu and squiddo crash the server; wemmbu + zam confrontation, minute and zam feel each other out for an uneasy alliance against wemmbu while still being very much against each other <- first stream. second stream (might start after midnight/on 3/2 depending on time zone?): wemmbu + zam + minute at void hole, singleplayer testing

3/2/2024 : SO MUCH HAPPENS. wemmbu nukes. abyss scavenger hunt starts. etc. vods: 4c (pre-session), zam, minute, reddoons

3/3/2024 : zam stream, bedrock breaking slash valorant stream

3/4/2024 : zam stream, ash blew up the pistons Sadge. another grinding stream! in the evening ash and zam have a fight

3/5/2024 : minute+zam streams. REKRAP IS HERE. also jepexx trolls zam. and then zam goes on a healing arc and writes Positive Signs and gives himself a pep talk as an image of wemmbu

3/7/2024 : zam + rekrap + reddoons + poafa + roshambo. more puzzle solving. linear algebra clue is created. lots of grinding the machine and machine breaking. rekrap was live on his alt for a while also yippee! and then raided red who raided poafa who raided roshambo. stream chain :D i just watched zam for most of it though even though it was mostly just grinding. sorry to the actual puzzle solvers

3/8/2024 : zam + rekrap streams; once again i only watched zam. happy international women’s day! we get some eclipse federation mentions due to the clue which is awesome for me personally. also, wemmbu is unbanned & working on something; clown+minute+zam find a new orbital strike cannon, play around with plugin to see if he’s put stuff in it; wemmbu crashes the server a few times. imo primary interesting thing here was finding the orbital strike canon

3/9/2024 : minute + zam + jumper streams. zam and minute stream end of void arc. ashswag fucking HATES the linear algebra clue. foundation solves the puzzles with 5 minutes left before the bedrock starts breaking; void ponies all jump into the void except jumper, who reveals that she’s been a double agent for the foundation the whole time. then jumper goes live and does a qna!

hi princezam/princesszam/beingzam /ref

Where should I start for s5 for lifesteal, because I haven't caught up on it AT ALL. T_T.

well if you’re willing to vod watch I’d start at the beginning of the abyss arc. The streams happened from January 7th onward so if you have the vod spreadsheet made by the awesome archivists that’s where you’d start. You probably don’t have to watch every stream a lot of them are insanely long, but unfortunately I don’t know which ones are the important ones and which ones aren’t.

but if that’s not your style, I also have this massive recap that I wrote one time it’s like on my page somewhere. Once you’ve read it you can basically jump into any recent stream although it is missing a few more recent details unfortunately.

lastly if you like YouTube videos I’m starting to post highlights on my 2nd channel starting at the beginning of the void arc! They’re like kinda daily I finished the 2nd one today I’m just waiting until tmrw to post it. Hoping I can keep this up until it becomes too much and then I’ll try and pass it off to editors ideally.

[cloudswritingcornerarchived]

You gotta do something with boomer where he’s “simping for punz” and punz is getting upset and he’s like “stfu you simp for y/n” and sam is there like “ohhhhh shit”

I had so much fun with this request! I changed it a little bit, hope you don’t mind my interpretation of it!!

Mario Kart Squabbles

CC! Boomerna x Reader

Word Count: Little over 1.5k words

Summary: You’re playing Mario Kart with a group of friends (Boomer, Gumi, Punz, Sam, Sneeg, etc.) and it gets a little heated.

They/ them pronouns are used for reader

TWs: a few swears, playful banter/ yelling (caps)

Important: I’ve moved blogs, I’m over @cloudslostlibrary now :) hope to see you all there!

You weren’t one for streaming. You had tried it of course, but it ended up just not really being something you enjoyed doing often. But since many of your friends were streamers, you regularly made appearances on their various streams. One person you streamed with a lot was Punz. He had been a close friend of yours for years, even before he started streaming. You tried your best to keep up with him. No matter what game you were playing, you wanted to at least try to beat him, even if it wasn’t plausible. So, when he asked you to join a Mario Kart lobby it wasn’t much different.

“I’ve never played Mario Kart before.” You informed Punz over your discord call.

“Okay,” He mumbled, distracted by his game of Valorant. “You’ll learn it. It’s not that hard.”

“I don’t know Punz, I might have stuff I need to do, when would it be?”

“Uh, like ten pm-ish tomorrow night?” Pun smirked as he thought of an idea to get you on board. “Oh, and I’m pretty sure Boomer’s going to be there.”

“Really??” You asked, a little too excitedly, coughing to try and cover it, “I mean I guess I’ll have the time to play a few rounds-”

Punz laughed at your obvious crush, “But since you don’t know how to play we can run a few practice rounds tomorrow while we wait for everyone to show up.”

“Sounds great, I need to head to sleep though, goodnight!”

“Goodnight Y/n!” Punz responded, almost getting cut off when you left the discord call.

A smile spread across your face when you thought of how you would get to play a few games with Boomer, it wasn’t often you were both invited to the same event. Even less often that you guys actually got to interact and Punz knew that.

You decided you would actually go to sleep like you said you were going to, taking a quick shower first and then hopping into your bed and falling asleep.

When you woke up you were smiling thinking about your plans for the day. The hours went by fast waiting for Punz to set up the lobby. Around 9:00pm your phone buzzed with a discord message.

“Hey a few of us are playing a warmup round, get in here idiot” You read the text from Punz right as a Twitch notification popped up on your phone, notifying you that he went live.

“Alright, who’s doing the warmup round?” You asked, placing your phone on your desk as you sat down to launch everything you needed to play, setting up your switch while you were at it.

“It’s just me, you, Sam, and Boomer for now”

“Omw” You quickly responded before joining the live vc.

“That was quick-” Punz chuckled when he saw you enter the voice channel, “what, you excited for something?”

“Wouldn’t want to miss the warmup rounds!” You lamely exclaimed, cringing at your obvious lying.

“Mhhm, I’m sure.”

It wasn’t long before Sam and Boomer joined as well. Both of the boys were streaming so you pulled up Boomer’s stream. He was yelling some nonsense at his chat about how he was the best and how he was going to win all of the races.

“They don’t stand a chance Chat, trust me!” He looked into the camera and you blushed.

“Earth to Y/n!” Punz yelled, gaining your attention.

“Yup, what’s up?” You answered, turning your phone off to pay attention.

“What are you doing? We’re about to start the race.”

“Oh, nothing!” Punz hummed an unbelieving tone as you selected a random map to play on.

“Ready to lose Punz?” Boomer taunted, revving his character’s engine.

“In your dreams.”

The race commenced and you and Sam couldn’t seem to manage to stay on the road, much less actually get anywhere at a significant pace. At this point it was more of a race between Punz and Boomer, which they made very obvious.

“Hey Boomer, how does my dust taste?” Punz asked sarcastically.

“I wouldn’t know man,” Boomer responded as he overtook Punz.

“Oh shit!” Punz yelled in frustration as he fell off the map, securing himself second place behind Boomer.

“What are you distracted driving? You on your phone or something dawg?” Boomer laughed as he poked fun at his friend.

“You were literally just texting me simping for Y/n actually shut the fuck up.” Punz admitted agitated as the scoreboard showed up with him in second.

“WOAH THERE’S NO NEED FOR ALL THAT NOW!” Boomer yells down his mic.

“Punz Y/n is so pretty,” Punz started reading off the pair’s texts much to Boomer’s dismay.

“LALALALALALA!” Boomer yelled to try and cover up Punz leaking his texts, although the point had already gotten across.

“Punz, Punz, Y/n is going to be playing Mario Kart with us today I’m so NERVOUS!”

“Ohhhh shit!” Sam chimed in as you and him burst into laughter.

“Let’s take a bathroom break before we invite the rest to actually play yeah?” Sam suggested.

“Sounds good, I’ll be back.” You added, muting yourself on discord and pulling up Boomer’s stream on your computer.

“CHAT, CHAT,” Boomer desperately yelled, “It’s not what it looks like, I don’t simp for Y/n!”

You gasped sarcastically before typing in his stream chat, “What do you mean you don’t simp for Y/n peeposadge”

You saw them read the message as it flew through chat a few seconds later, Chat erupting into chaos with your response.

“Well, uh- I” Boomer tripped over his words with furrowed brows, “Chat?? What do I do here??”

They looked to read chat for advice, spotting a message and reading it out loud, “I tell them I have a crush on them? GUYS I don’t want them to know! What if they don’t like me back?”

“Boomer, I’ve got something to tell you…” You typed into chat, watching Boomer scramble before you closed the tab and reentered the vc.

Boomer noticed this and joined it as well.

“Hey guys, I’m back.” You announced to your friends enthusiastically.

“Hey Y/n!” Gumi exclaimed.

“Hey, Gumi!”

“You took an awfully long time in there Y/n did you fall in or something?” Punz asked you before taking a swig of his drink.

“Oh, yeah I did my bad.”

You laughed and moved on from the subject, greeting all the others in the vc except Boomer. Boomer’s confusion was very evident on his face, not that you could see it but you could definitely hear it when they spoke.

“Y/n?” Boomer asked, kind of just letting his words fall out rather than saying them.

“What’s up?” You tried your best to hold in your laugh, couldn’t let him on to you of course.

“What- what were you going to tell me??” He questioned.

“What do you mean?” The silence in the discord call was very entertaining to you for some reason, it felt as though everyone was on the edge of their seats for this interaction.

“You came into my chat and said you had something to tell me?”

“No… I don’t remember doing that…” You played dumb, pulling up his muted stream on your phone to watch his reaction.

Punz caught on and decided to jump in on the fun, “I’m going to be honest man, I’ve known Y/n for a while and that just doesn’t seem like something they would do.”

“Wow Boomer, are you imagining talking to Y/n?” Gumi piled on, “Kinda weird…”

“Yeah man, kind of weird.” You said letting a small laugh slip at the end, hoping no one caught it.

You checked his stream again and looked at the chat, they were all spamming, faking amnesia to the situation that had happened minutes prior simply to throw off their streamer.

“Guys! You’re supposed to be on my side, you bunch of idiots! Worst wingmen ever.” Boomer berated his chat.

You smiled wide and moved on to playing the game, instead of Boomer.

Once Sneeg joined, Punz was rightfully put in his place. Sneeg succeeded in winning first place in every race with almost no trouble. Sometimes he would even lap the last placer, which was usually you if we’re being honest.

After the games everyone said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. You shut off your computer and grabbed your phone before throwing yourself into your bed to relax. Your phone was blowing up. Curious, you opened it to find the source only for it to be god forsaken twitter. It seemed like every other tweet was about you and Boomer.

You decided they had been put through enough tonight and opened discord to shoot him a text.

“Sooo, would you want to go on a minecraft date later or something...?” You sent the message and starting giggling when Boomer immediately responded with a string of “yes”s.

“It’s a date then.” You sent the text before closing your phone and dozing off to a much needed sleep.

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@allywritesforfun @gray-moon2 @clemclemtime

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

Dealing With Executive Dysfunction - A Summary

(The full post with elaborate explanations can be found here.)

Being a responsible adult doesn’t have to mean doing things perfectly - it means doing what you realistically can. Can’t eat 7 fresh veggies and fruits a day? Buy some veggie juice or a smoothie and chug that. Can’t make a proper, healthy meal? Add some extra protein to your instant noodles. Can’t do the dishes? Buy some paper plates. Don’t worry about doing things “the right way”, just do what works.

It’s not cheating to do something the easy way. If there’s an easy or more manageable solution available, use it. Even if some people think it’s lazy. Don’t worry about that. Just focus on finding the methods of doing things which make life easier for you.

Fuck what you’re “supposed” to do. Yes, ideally you shouldn’t run the dishwasher twice, but if cleansing the dishes by hand is not an option and that’s the only way you can get clean dishes, do it anyways! When you’re in a really bad place mentally, fuck the rules. Do what you need to do to get shit done, even if it’s not how you’re supposed to do it.

Do stuff while you’re waiting to do other stuff. We spend a lot of time waiting, so spend the time you’d normally just waste getting some chores done. Collect the trash while your roommate is in the bathroom or wipe down the kitchen counters while you’re making coffee. You can even turn it into a game! How many dishes can you clean before the potatoes are boiling? How much trash can you collect and throw out before your load of laundry is done?

You don’t have to do everything at once. Don’t wait for the day where you’re up for cleaning the entire house cause then you’ll be waiting for ages. You can wipe down one counter and call it a day. You can put away a couple things and leave the rest. You can do one small chore and let that be it. You don’t have to choose between doing everything and doing nothing. Any progress is worthwhile.

Let go of the idea that something has to become a permanent habit to have any value. Doing a certain sport for a month is still healthy even if you then move on to something else. Exploring a new hobby for a while and then moving on to other stuff will always teach you something. What’s good for you today will not necessarily be what’s good for you tomorrow.

Don’t worry about the entire task. Just focus on the first step. Don’t worry about brushing your teeth - just get your toothbrush wet and put tooth paste on it. Don’t worry about writing the essay - just look at the assignment and open a document. Don’t worry about going to the store - just put on your coat and your shoes. Starting a task is a lot easier if you only focus on the step right in front of you.

Imagine that your body is a pet/animal you have to care for. Feed and hydrate yourself, keep yourself and your environment clean, make sure you don’t get under or overstimulated, allow yourself time to rest and relax, find ways to enrich your life (like socializing, media or hobbies) - and do your best to make sure you’re healthy and happy, even though you never actually signed up for being your own zookeeper.

Just because you can’t do it perfectly doesn’t mean you should stop trying. Packing lunch a couple times a week is better than never packing lunches. Journaling or making art once a month is better than never doing anything creative. Exercising every once in a while when you have the energy is better than never exercising. You don’t have to do something every single day for it to be important and helpful.

Put on a professional persona when it’s necessary. Try to separate the anxious and dysfunctional you from the Student You who’s sending that important email or the Client You who’s making that phone call or the Customer You who isn’t afraid to ask for help. It might feel like you’re performing a role, but to be honest, most of us do at times.

When you’re doing chores, act like you’re filming a tutorial. Narrate what you’re doing like someone’s watching. That might make it easier to maintain focus and to keep track of the various steps.

You don’t have to do anything perfectly. Wiping yourself off with some baby wipes beats not doing anything about your personal hygiene. Eating a protein bar beats not eating. Using mouthwash beats neglecting dental hygiene completely. Going for a quick walk beats not moving. It doesn’t have to be perfect to count and make a difference.

Make something you know you have to do the trigger for you to start doing something else. Tell yourself “next time I get up to pee I’ll take out the trash” or “when I get up to get something to drink next I’ll make lunch.” If you HAVE to get up anyways, you might as well.

Assign yourself a deadline. Tell yourself “once this video is over, I’ll do the dishes” or “once this alarm rings, I’ll do my laundry.” 

If you struggle to be compassionate towards yourself, try visualizing your future self as a separate person who you like and want to do favors for. Try to think of your future self as a friend who is separate from your current self and do what you can to make their life easier by doing things like preparing that lunch, doing those chores, taking that shower or making fun plans. I know they’ll be grateful.

Make putting stuff back where it belongs so easy that you “might as well.” Organize your home so that placing stuff where it belongs becomes so easy that you might as well just place it there. For many people that means several laundry baskets, many trash cans and easily accessible and very visible storage options. So if you keep finding things in annoying places, make sure they get an easily accessible home!

Look into why you can’t do something. Is something about the chores you’re struggling to do actually causing you sensory distress and is there something you can do to make it more comfortable? If you hate mint toothpaste, get one that tastes like bubble gum. If old food grosses you out, do the dishes with thick gloves on. If showering makes you feel bad about your body, shower with the lights off. The problem isn’t always about self discipline, and in those cases it’s worth looking into why you’re struggling so much to get certain chores done.

Take care of yourself in order to take care of others ( whether pets or people.) Outside motivation is necessary for many people who struggle with executive dysfunction. For many people getting out of bed is easier when you know someone else is relying on you being somewhat functional. So don’t be afraid to find the motivation to take care of yourself in wanting to take care of others.

Make keeping your place clean as easy as possible. Make sure there’s easy one step access to the things you need often. Make sure that the place where a thing is supposed to be is actually within reach of where you use the thing. Make sure everything has a an easily accessible place to go, even if that means several laundry baskets and several trash cans. Examine what’s messing up your place and find a home for it where you’re likely to actually place it on a regular basis.

Choose one very specific thing to work on - like the bathroom sink or the oven or your desk. If you suffer from executive dysfunction you’ll likely be distracted, but having one specific focus point you can keep returning to will mean that in between getting distracted, you can return to your chosen project and get some shit done.

When something feels overwhelming, tell yourself to “just show up” and that you “won’t have to stay the whole time if it’s horrible.” Cause odds are that once you’ve pushed past your initial mental block, you’re likely to stay and finish what you started.

If you really can’t do something, accept your limits and find a different method. Don’t keep trying to push through via willpower alone. If you need outside accountability to get your shit done, find someone who can hold you accountable. If you know you can’t remember the stuff you’re supposed to remember, make sure to always write things down. If you keep forgetting your meds, set a daily alarm. Don’t keep expecting yourself to be able to do things you always struggle with.

Make your chores into a game. Assign certain chores certain points and make a list of fun rewards you can have once you’ve earned a certain amount of points through doing chores.

If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing poorly. Any amount of effort is better than none, so on days where you can’t do something well, do it anyways! Any amount of progress beats not getting started.

Find a momentum and use it to do that thing you’ve been struggling to start doing. You can’t get yourself together to shower? Well, find something you CAN do - and once you’re already doing something, you might be able to channel said energy into showering.

Take it one step at a time. I know a shower sounds overwhelming, but can you take your clothes off? If yes, can you turn on the shower? If yes, can you stand under the stream? Look who just tricked themselves into doing the thing by breaking it down into manageable chunks!

Don’t just break a task into smaller steps - break it into steps so small you can’t possible get overwhelmed and fuck up. “Clean my room” is far too vague - but “set a timer and collect all the trash you can in 10 minutes” is actually manageable and so is “move all dirty dishes to the kitchen” or “remove and/or sort all clothes laying on the floor.”

Don’t worry about how most people do things - worry about what works for YOU. You constantly lose your key? Make ten copies. You overlook your post it notes? Put something with the important reminder on it in front of the door. Got laundry and trash all over the floor? Get more laundry baskets/trash cans. Coping with executive dysfunction is not about learning to do things the neurotypical way, it’s about finding strategies which actually work for you.

When you’re overwhelmed and struggling, find the easiest and fastest way to get rid of some of the distress. Eat if you’re hungry, sleep if you’re tired, pee if you have to, get that thing you’ve been postponing done if you can. The more stressors you can remove, the better - and it’s okay to start with the smaller ones!

Don’t worry about aesthetics. When you struggle with executive dysfunction, maintaining a picture perfect home is probably unrealistic. So drop that dream and focus on making your space practical and functional. Remove the doors of your kitchen cabinets and closets if that will actually make you put stuff away. Get a paper shredder and a mail sorting station if you got mail and advertisements everywhere. Buy all your socks in one color if you struggle to pair them. There are many ways to make your environment more functional. Explore them instead of just trying and failing to make your home look nice.

Get started on your next task before you take your break. Write that first sentence, make that first sketch, get the vacuum cleaner out of the closet or collect the dishes for washing and THEN have your break. Many people with executive dysfunction struggle to start tasks, so for most of us it’s easier to continue something we’ve already started working on than to begin from scratch.

[hoe-doroki]

steel and lace

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, anal play, sex toys, voyeuristic fantasy, scratching, creampie

pairing: bakugou x fem!reader

wc: 3.8k

summary: The only one who manages to get Bakugou’s birthday right is you.

a/n: This is my addition to the Bakugou Birthday Bash collab (masterlist). Many thanks to @lady-bakuhoe​ for helping me flesh out the ideas with this story!! You were integral to this idea, love! And additional thanks to @whats-her-quirk​ and @therealvalkyrie​ for beta reading <333

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

Bakugou never took work off on his birthday.

Never. Why would he? Villains didn’t give a shit that this was the day the old hag had unceremoniously had him evacuated into a hospital room however many years ago. They didn’t give a shit that his friends—who were also heroes who should be fucking working, by the way—wanna come over to his house and surprise him. As though his reconnaissance-trained ears weren’t as fucking fine tuned at hearing idiots on the other side of the door as theirs.

What villains should care about was that he was a year older, wiser, and fucking stronger, and he was going to kick all their asses. That was what he told all his idiot friends every year when they asked him if he was going to take off work.

Every year he regretted it.

The idiots he works with really must not care about hero work, because every year they want to send him out on a field post sugar crash from some store-bought cake with his name on it. Or buy him gifts that he’ll probably toss in the trash on the way home. He’s not being rude; he just doesn’t need junk that he never would have bought himself in the first place.

Everyone is always grinning at him, wishing him a happy birthday—as though he’s any goddamn happier to see their ugly mugs flapping their lips at him—and trying to start stupid-ass conversations. If he doesn’t like small talk normally, why would he want it on his birthday?

And the singing.

If people really wanted to wish him a happy birthday, they’d find a way to do it silently while doing some respectable fucking hero work. Make his day easier.

But no, none of that was what happened. So he should have just stayed home. Let the villains have a fucking field day on April 20th, and he could have his real gift killing them all tomorrow on the 21st.

But, unfortunately, he was a dumbass and had gone to work anyway, like he’d learned nothing from the last many years of antics. And the continued antics had got him a little pissy. And when he was pissed off, his heart rate increased, his breathing grew heavier, and, of course, he sweat.

Well. Guess what happened?

“Bakugou, I am currently paying to treat burns and fractures on three villains. Care to explain?”

Best Jeanist was sitting in his office chair, blinding sunlight streaming in behind him. Late afternoon sun—darker in color but way more resentful towards human eyes, apparently. It was reflecting off of all of the neighboring glass corporate buildings, making Bakugou squint behind his mask.

Bakugou shrugged, petulant as he stood behind his chair instead of sitting in it. “Overkill.”

Best Jeanist nodded. “Did you…lose control?”

“Tch,” Bakugou scoffed. As if he ever lost control. “Villains were weaker than I thought.”

Bakugou felt the stare of that one fucking eye and stood firm. He knew he was looking at a suspension, hopefully just for a day or two. It wasn’t like he’d done anything terrible. Villains got hurt sometimes, just like pros did, and they got their care and then they got their justice. It’s not like Bakugou was violent on purpose. Anymore. And Jeanist sure as hell knew that, so it wouldn’t take Bakugou off the field for more than a slap on the wrist. He probably wouldn’t even be technically suspended. Just chained by the fucking dick to his desk with some paperwork.

“Just…” Bakugou braced for it, narrowing his eyes but keeping his snarl to a minimum. “Just be more careful next time. Shower and go home—see you tomorrow.”

Bakugou’s jaw dropped. He closed it quickly, trying not to look like Dunce Face in front of his boss, but in all that was real and true what? He was just about to say something—he didn’t know what, probably something insubordinate—when Best Jeanist took out his own paperwork and waved him away.

“Happy birthday, Bakugou.”

Oh. So that was it.

Bakugou grit his teeth. Happy fucking birthday indeed.

It was nothing. His brain told him over and over again that it was fucking nothing. He hadn’t been punished, he hadn’t even really done anything wrong; he just hadn’t been squeaky clean up to fucking code. He could still show up for work tomorrow, business as usual. He should be tickled fucking pink.

But he wasn’t. Special treatment for being the birthday boy? What was he? Five years old and given a pass after stealing the chicken nuggets off Deku’s plate? Jesus Christ.

And if he was honest, he was mostly pissed at himself. Sure, he could blame how the weather always seemed to sprint from spring to summer around his birthday every year, strengthening his quirk. He could blame the villains for being weak enough that they had no business even stepping foot in his neighborhood. But losing control of his quirk even a little—and it had been a little—was fucking amateur and he’d have to pencil in some extra time at the gym. Maybe snatch Shitty Hair for some sparring, and, unfortunately, probably nab an extra therapy session and talk about this anger thing again.

At least walking instead of sitting on that stifling, crowded train car was doing him some good. Let him cool off a bit before he got home and you saw that something was wrong. He was nearly entirely relaxed by the time he got to his building’s lobby, even having the grace to nod at the concierge—who didn’t know it was his birthday, thank God—before heading up the elevator.

When he got off on his floor, it suddenly occurred to him that you might have done something truly repulsive, like inviting his friends over. He could imagine Shitty Hair’s shitty fucking hair sticking up from behind your sofa as he tried to hide before leaping up and yelling surprise.

Well, if that was the case, then the surprise was going to be him kicking all his dumb friends out of the apartment with one foot. Ain’t no way he was going to host a party on his birthday.

It turned out his worry was for nothing, though, because when he turned the knob—fully braced to punch out some teeth with his other hand—he was greeted with a totally bare apartment.

Like barren.

For starters, it was perfectly clean. Bakugou kept a tidy house normally, but this was certainly cleaner than he’d left it this morning. But more than that, there was nothing extra lying around. No stupid friends. No presents. No cake or even the smell of one. It was almost disconcerting.

No, it was a relief. A relief because he didn’t want any of that stuff. He’d had the slice of cake at work—and was slightly hangry now to show for it—and wasn’t interested in having another. And even though you’d choose better gifts than the extras at work would, it was nothing he couldn’t buy himself. So no, this was perfect. He was absolutely not disappointed. Maybe a bit confused. But not disappointed.

He took his shoes off and set his things on the small table by the door. Then he wandered into the kitchen, downed some water, and thought about what he might make for dinner. He might have expected that you and he would make dinner together or maybe even that you would have surprised him with something, but he didn’t mind doing it alone. It wasn’t like he’d learned to cook just to find a housewife someday to con into doing it all for him.

He decided to go to the bedroom first to plug in his phone. He was just sliding it out of his pocket when he opened the door, saw you, and stopped short.

You were on the bed—not in bed, but on it—wearing a black zip up with his signature orange x over the chest. You were on your knees with your legs spread wide, looking him dead in the eye with a deadly smirk on your face, painted in bright lipstick.

“New prototype. You like?”

The two of you had met when you were scouted from his parents’ business to design the clothing for his first merchandise line. He’d sworn off dating you from the beginning, because the last thing he wanted was to give the old hag anything to say about, firstly, her being at all responsible for finding  him a girlfriend or secondly, the fact that dating a fashion designer would mean he was dating his parents. He’d said fuck that to anyone who would listen.

But you’d gotten his brain from the beginning. Your designs were all sick from the sketch to mock up to the prototypes you always wore for him. Maybe he was a simple man for falling for a girl dressed in his colors, aiming to please him, but fuck it. You were talented, too smart for your own good, and pretty as hell.

So what? Now he had a dream girlfriend and one more reason to fight with his mom. Net positive for sure.

Still, that jacket wasn’t a prototype. That was from his first official line, no doubt, and he’d seen you wear it hundreds of times. He knew from here how much it would smell like detergent and how much like you.

You caught his eyes, raised your brows once, and then pulled the zip on the sweatshirt.

Underneath was nothing but lace and ribbon, contrasting the black and orange of the sweatshirt with moss green outlining your silhouette. The moss green from his gauntlets and his belt was caged around you in the thinnest strips of fabric, scraps of floral barely covering your breasts and pussy. The lingerie was an all-in-one, with the tiny bra connected to the panties by a few ribbons crossing over your belly. Not hiding a damn thing, but showing it off for all its worth.

“Fuck,” Bakugou groaned when the sweatshirt hit the bed, your arms still in the sleeves, but the look underneath now fully revealed to him. He could feel the blood going to his dick, just seeing you on display like that getting him up to half mast in seconds.

“Not a lot of coverage on this version,” you mused, sticking your thumb under a bra strap. “Maybe an edit for the second try?”

Bakugou growled, taking a step forward, but you weren’t done just yet.

“I was also thinking maybe full panties next time,” you said, turning around, sitting on your heels. The sweatshirt hung just below your ass, framing round cheeks that were caged by thin elastic crosses, and that was it. Not so much as a triangle of fabric to speak of. “Maybe write: Property of Dynamight on them? Or is that too much text?”

That was all it took for Bakugou to pounce. One arc of his fist had his shirt thrown with a smack to the floor and then his hands were on your shoulders, spinning you face up as he pushed you flat on the bed.

“You know I don’t like unnecessary words,” he growled.

And then he was kissing you, a hand running up the falke stockings pinned on your thighs as you pulled your arms out of the sweatshirt. One leg came up automatically to wrap around his hip, and Bakugou began rutting against your center, fully hard already. On his second grinding thrust, his pants snagged on the scrap of lace you were wearing. Wetness was already glistening on his trousers and he moved his thumb down to your core, groaning at what he felt.

“Crotchless panties?” he mumbled against your mouth. “You’re making this too easy, sweetheart.”

“Shouldn’t have to work so hard on your birthday,” you mewled.

There was a rumble in Bakugou’s throat, half scoff, half chuckle. “Yeah, remind me of that next year, will you?”

You were soaked already—the swipe of his thumb told you that much. Either you’d gotten really excited when he’d texted you that he was coming home early, or you’d…gotten yourself excited at some point after. Either way, it meant that foreplay could wait for round two.

He pulled his thumb away from your core and pressed it against your lip, smudging what lipstick had survived the kisses down your chin. You were half ruined already. You stuck your tongue out and licked at essence on his thumb before sucking it into your mouth, eyes wide as you looked up at him. Fuck, he could feel himself straining against his pants, grinding circles against your half-bare cunt for a spot of relief.

After you licked him clean, he took his hand back, leaving your mouth open and wanting as he began to fuss with the front of his pants. He caught your smudged lips again, holding your jaw with one hand as he pushed his pants down with the other. He pulled his lower half away from you, kicking off the pants—hadn’t bothered with boxers for the commute home—and let them slide off the edge of the bed.

“Ready?” he asked.

Your smile was big and you bit the tip of your tongue, nodding your head twice. That was all he needed. He grabbed his cock in his fist and slid it through your wetness just once, and then he pushed himself in.

Immediately, he felt the drag of something hard and angled against your lower wall right along his cock, pressing from tip to base as he slid home inside of you.

“Woah,” he groaned. “What the fuck?”

You giggled, the action making your walls flutter against him.

“Got myself a new toy,” you said coyly, wrapping your legs around his hips. “Promise you can get yourself something pretty on my birthday too.”

Bakugou reach a hand around your thigh, feeling the elastic garter pulled taut against the stockings that were rubbing so deliciously against his back and his hips. He grabbed a handful of your ass, and the tips of his fingers felt a rounded edge of warm metal slid just between your ass cheeks.

“You fucking naughty minx.” Bakugou grinned, showing all his teeth, rearing back out of you before thrusting back in, feeling the novel pressure of the toy on the way out and back.

No wonder you had been so wet to begin with. You must have lubed yourself up before putting in that butt plug—which wasn’t small, from what he could feel of it. He could imagine you, one leg up on the sink, ass sticking out as you fingered yourself, mouth dropping open when you inserted the toy. How cold it would have been when it first touched your pert little hole and how you’d gotten it all warm for him as you waited with your little secret for him to get home.

“It’s curved to hit prostates,” you gasped as Bakugou rocked hard, steady thrusts into you. “In case you’re interested.”

The thought, much to Bakugou’s surprise, sent a thrill right through his belly down to his dick. He couldn’t help but slam rapidly into you, making your eyes roll back. Fuck, was that something he wanted? It wasn’t something he’d ever thought about, and he didn’t have the mind right now to ponder it.

“God you feel so big.”

“You feel so tight, sweetheart,” Bakugou grunted, refusing to acknowledge the fresh heat that was on his cheeks after your previous comment. “Squeezing me from all sides.”

The butt plug left it so there was barely enough room in your pussy for his cock to pump in and out. The pressure was hard on one side, making him fucking twitch every time the head of his cock caught against it, leading him to opt for long, deep thrusts in and out of you. It was so good that he didn’t even care if the only present he got for his birthday was a little hunk of stainless steel halfway up your ass. He’d gotten home five minutes ago and already he could feel his balls tightening, threatening to bust a nut.

“Just think of it, Katsuki,” you said, your voice dreamy as he fucked you raw. “All the women wearing this set, thinking of you when they show it off for their partners. All wishing that you were the one fucking them. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? But they’ll never have anything but their husband’s sad cock that they pretend is yours.”

“Fuck,” Bakugou growled, putting a hand on the headboard and nearly splintering it in his grip. You were riling him up and it made him want to press his palm flat against the burnished oak and let off his quirk, send shards flying. His hand was already drenched with more sweat than it should have been, just like with those villains earlier. Goddamn this time of year. He couldn’t help it; his quirk begged for it. He was in dire need of release of some kind, and it wasn’t like he could cum yet. He had to know how your pussy felt when it convulsed around him, ass cheeks tensing and squeezing that toy hard against his cock until he was spurting into you.

Bakugou let off a few crackling pops from his palm, moaning as relief filled him, the tension lessened for a moment. A faint smell of wood smoke spread through the room, slightly embittered by the resin blackening around his hand. One more scorch mark on the bed frame. You groaned underneath him, taken by the sight of Bakugou’s ever-tight control slipping for you. You knew he’d fuck you through the bed until the rest of the frame gave way if he wanted. You’d both be flat on a busted mattress and he’d keep going until he felt you clench around him.

“How’s that sound, Katsu?” you continued, your voice growing higher as Bakugou took his hand off the headboard and pressed four fingers, still sweaty and heated from his quirk, against the lace covering your clit. It was soaked through. “A-Ah, you’d like the idea of a woman home alone, dressed up just for you, fucking herself on the dildo she hides in the back of your closet, screaming out your name and hoping to God that her neighbors don’t hear?”

Bakugou couldn’t do the long, slow thrusts anymore. Your legs had grown tighter around his waist, your calves soft and silken against his ass as he kept his thrusts deep. The butt plug was rubbing against the base of his cock as he pounded into you, his fingers swiping over your clit with little finesse, but speed and steady pressure making up for it.

“But no matter…” you continued, the words coming out in little huffs as you panted with your head thrown back. Bakugou couldn’t resist leaning down and licking a line up the length of your neck, biting your earlobe when he got to the top, “no dildo, no matter how expensive, no matter how long and fat, will be good enough. The whole time…they’ll know they’re missing out. Oh, fuck.”

All of a sudden, your thighs were squeezing tight against his hip bones, arms thrown over his back and finger scratching hot lines that would mark him even more as yours tomorrow. Then you were gasping, walls squeezing and Bakugou fought against your grip to pull out just enough so that the metal toy was rubbing just over the cleft of his head with every convulsion.

He didn’t stand a chance. There was hardly any warning before he was cumming into you, streaks of his seed dribbling out of you. He couldn’t even pump himself through it; you were gripping him so tightly and, more than that, he didn’t want to move. Everything was white hot, so he just waited it out, barely moving save for where his hand was still rubbing over your clit.

Eventually you stopped him, grabbing his wrist just as the grip of your cunt loosened around him. Then you brought his hand, glistening with moisture, up to your mouth, and broadly laved your tongue from the base of his fingers to the tips, looking him dead in the eye. You then brought his hand down to your neck, and allowed him to streak the combined fluids across and down your décolletage.

Fuck—there was no way he was going to work on his birthday next year. He’d let villains overtake the city first.

“They’ll know they’re missing out,” you breathed, and it took Bakugou a second to figure out that you were continuing your voyeuristic fantasy from before, playing it out to the end, “They might even think they understand. But the only one who will truly know, is me.”

You smiled, your eyes and grin both heavy, sleepy, sated.

“Got that fucking right,” Bakugou said, pulling out of you, his cum already dripping down your ass. He eyed it, only catching a glimpse of the glinting metal plug before your legs fell to the bed, spread and limp. He smacked your hip lightly with one hand. “Roll over.”

In no mood to argue, you flipped willingly, ass up, plug still hidden from view. The lingerie was damp in some spots from where your wetness had spilled from your pussy. He leaned his mouth towards one of the strips of elastic stretching against the swell of your ass and bit. You gasped, back arching, and Katsuki smirked as he pulled away.

“A fucking lingerie line?”

A chuckle escaped your throat. “It was supposed to be a joke, but now…”

Katsuki pinched the elastic with his fingers and snapped it, watching the slight jiggle of your cheeks as you jolted. “No.”

“But Katsuki,” you whined.

“Mm,” he amended, as close to ‘maybe’ as you were going to get. You both could always talk about the idea—truly ridiculous idea—later. Katsuki put a hand on one cheek under the strips of lingerie and spread it.

There was the plug, a stainless steel handle. It was thin and shaped like an oblong donut, not like one of those cheap bejeweled things. This one, even just what he could see of it, screamed quality, and, for a moment, Bakugou wondered again what it would be like to wear. If you’d gotten it in, he sure as fuck could. And he did hold a certain anatomical advantage in using it.

He put his thumb and forefinger to the phalange and gave the toy a twist, pressing it just slightly deeper into your hole. You groaned, your voice low and deep in the pillow like when he gave you a back massage. He smirked and kept at it. Seemed this was a birthday gift for him after all.

“Katsu, don’t tease,” you moaned. “Sensitive.”

Bakugou, however, had no mercy. He flipped you over again, pulling a little yelp from you, and then picked you up bridal style, carrying you off the bed.

“Where are we going?” you asked, your voice suddenly much more awake.

“Shower,” he answered simply. He squeezed the meat of your upper thigh. Not quite your ass but close enough for the point to be made. “I’m not done with my present yet.”

[cloudslostlibrary]

A new book has been found !

Book Title: Mario Kart Squabbles

Characters: CC! Boomerna, Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You’re playing Mario Kart with a group of friends (Boomer, Gumi, Punz, Sam, and Sneeg) and it gets a little heated.

Tws: Cussing

Author’s Note: This is one of my favorite stories I’ve ever written!!

Masterlist

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You weren’t one for streaming. You had tried it of course, but it ended up just not really being something you enjoyed doing often. But since many of your friends were streamers, you regularly made appearances on their various streams. one person you streamed with a lot was Punz. He had been a close friends of yours for years, even before he started streaming. You tried your best to keep up with him. No matter what game you were playing, you wanted to at least try to beat him, even if it wasn’t plausible. So, when he asked you to join a Mario Kart lobby it wasn’t much different.

“I’ve never payed Mario Kart before.” You informed Punz over your discord call.

“Okay,” he mumbled, distracted by his game of Valorant. “You’ll learn it. It’s not that hard.”

“I don’t know Punz, I might have stuff I need to do, when would it be?”

“Uh, like ten pm-ish tomorrow night?” Punz smirked as he thought of an idea to get you on board. “Oh, and I’m pretty sure Boomer’s going to be there.”

“Really??” You asked, a little too excitedly, coughing to try and cover it up. “I mean I guess I’ll have the time to play a few rounds-“

Punz laughed at your obvious crush, “But since you don’t know how to play we can run a few practice rounds tomorrow while we wait for everyone to show up.”

“Sounds great, I need to head to sleep though, goodnight!”

“Goodnight Y/n!” Punz responded, almost getting cut off when you left the call.

A face lit up when you thought of how you would get to play games with Boomer it wasn’t often you were both invited to the same event. Even less often that you guys actually got to interact and Punz knew that.

You decided you would actually go to sleep like you said you were going to, taking a quick shower first and then hopping into your bed and falling asleep.

When you woke up you were smiling thinking about our plans for the da. The hours went by fast waiting for Punz to set up the lobby. Around 9:00pm our phone buzzed with a discord message.

“Hey a few of us are playing a warmup round, get in here idiot.” You read the text from Punz right as a Twitch notification popped up on our phone, notifying you that he went live.

“Alright, who’s doing the warmup round?” You asked, placing your phone on your desk as you sat down to launch everything you needed to play, setting up your switch while you were at it.

“It’s just me, you, Sam, and Boomer for now.

“Omw.” You quickly responded before joining the live vc.

“That was quick-“ Punz chucked when he saw you enter the voice channel, “what, you excited for something?”

“Wouldn’t want to miss the warmup rounds!” You lamely exclaimed, cringing at your obvious lie.

“Mhhm, I’m sure.”

It wasn’t long before Sam and Boomer joined as well. Both of the boys were streaming so you pulled up Boomer’s stream. He was yelling some nonsense at his chat about how he was the best and how he was going to win all of the races.

“They don’t stand a chance chat, trust me!”

“Earth to Y/n!” Punz yelled, gaining your attention.

“Yup, what’s up? You answered, turning off your phone to pay attention.

“What are you doing? We’re about to start the race.”

“Oh, nothing!” Punz hummed an unbelieving tone as you selected a random map to play on.

“Ready to lose Punz?” Boomer taunted, revving his character’s engine.

“In your dreams/“

The race commenced and you and Sam couldn’t seem to manage to stay on the road, much less actually get anywhere at a significant pace. At this point it was more or less a race between just Punz and Boomer, which they made painfully obvious.

“hey Boomer, how does my dust taste?” Punz asked sarcastically.

“I wouldn’t know man,” Boomer responded as he overtook Punz.

“Oh shit!’ Punz yelled i frustration as he fell off the map, securing himself second place behind Boomer.

“What are you distracted driving? You on your phone or something dawg?” Boomer laughed as he poked fun at his friend.

“You were literally just texting me simping for Y/n actually shut the fuck up.” Punz admitted agitated as the scoreboard showed up with him in second.

“Woah there’s no need for that!!” Boomer yelled down his mic.

“Punz Y/n is so pretty,” Punz started reading off the pairs exits much to Boomer’s dismay.

“Lalalalalala!!” Boomer repeated to try and cover up Punz leaking ther texts, although the point had already gotten across.

“Punz, Punz, Y/n is going to be playing Mario Kart with us today I’m so NERVOUS!”

“Ohhhh shit!” Sam chimed in as you and him burst into laughter.

“Let’s take a bathroom break before we invite the rest to actually play yeah?” Same suggested.

“Sounds good, I’ll be back.” You added, muting yourself on discord and pulling up Boomer’s stream on your computer.

“Chat! Chat!” Boomer desperately yelled, “It’s not what it looks like, I swear I don’t simp for Y/n!”

You gasped sarcastically before typing in his stream chat, “What do you mean you dont simp for Y/n peeposadge.”

You saw them read the message as it flew through chat a few seconds later, chat erupting into chaos with your response.

“Well, uh-I-“ Boomer tripped over his words with furrowed brows, “Chat?? What do I do here??”

They looked to read chat for advice, spotting a message and reading it out loud, “I tell them I have a crush on them? GUYS, I dont want them to know! What if they don’t like me back?”

“Boomer, I’ve got something to tel you…” You typed in chat, watching Boomer scramble before you closed the tab and reinterred the vc.

Boomer noticed this and joined it as well.

“Hey guys, I’m back.” You announced to your friends enthusiastically.

“Hey Y/n!” Gumi exclaimed.

“Hey Gumi!”

“You took an awfully long time in there, Y/n. Did you fall in or something?” Punz asked you before taking a swig of his drink.

“Oh, yeah I did my bad.”

You laughed and moved on from the subject, greeting all the others in the vc except Boomer. Boomer’s confusion was very evident on his face, not that you could see it but you could definitely hear it when they spoke.

“Y/n?” Boomer asked, kind of just letting his words fall out rather than saying them.

“What’s up?” You tried your best to hold in your laugh, couldn’t let him on to you of course.

“What- what were you going to tell me??” He questioned.

“What do you mean?” The silence in the discord was very intertwining to you for some reason, it felt as though everyone was on the edge of their seats for this interaction.

“You came into my chat and said you had something to tell me?”

“No… I don’t remember doing that…” You played dumb, pulling up his muted stream on your phone to watch his reaction.

Punz caught on and decided to jump in on the fun, “O’Malley going to be honest man, I’ve known Y/n for a while and that just doesn’t seem like something they would do.”

“Wow Boomer, are you imagining talking to Y/n?” Gumi pled on, “Kind of weird…”

“Yeah man, kind of weird.” You said letting a small laugh slip at the end, hoping no one caught it.

You checked his stream again and looked at the chat, they were all spamming, faking amnesia to the situation that had happened minutes prior simply to throw their streamer.

“Guys! You’re supposed to be on my side, you bunch of idiots! Worst wingmen ever.” Boomer berated his chat.

You smiled wide and moved on to playing the game, instead of Boomer. Once Sneeg joined, Punz was rightfully put in his place. Sneeg succeeded in winning first place in every race with almost no trouble. Sometimes he would even lap the last placer, which was usually you if we’re being honest.

After the games everyone said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. You shut off your computer and grabbed your phone before throwing yourself into your bed to relax. Your phone was blowing up. Curious, you opened it to find the source to be God forsaken twitter. It seemed like every other tweet was about you and Boomer.

You decided they had been put through enough tonight and opened discord to shoot them a text.

“Sooo, would you want to go on a Minecraft date later or something?” You sent the message and started giggling when Boomer replied with a string of “yes”.

“It’s a date then.” You sent the text before closing your phone and dozing off to a much needed sleep.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 8) - Good Days, Bad Days

Summary: The reader has a special birthday surprise for Jensen and starts to get to know Jared more. When Jensen returns home from Toronto for good though, he and the reader have their first big fight and make more moves in their relationship...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, angst, fighting, smut

A/N: Enjoy!

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Thursday Night

“So how do you want me?” asked Jensen, leaning against his closet door in nothing but his boxer briefs. 

“Oh well that’s a dangerous question,” you laughed. “Jeans are fine for where I’m taking you.”

“Alright,” he said. He ducked into the closet and returned wearing only a pair of dark jeans, smirking at you with his hands behind his back.

“Being a little shit?” you asked.

“One of my best qualities,” he said. You hummed and went past him into the closet. “So what should I be wearing on this date out?”

“I’m kinda a sucker for you a henley and flannel. Not to let that go to your head at all,” you said.

“Oh you should never watch Supernatural then,” he chuckled, grabbing a long sleeve white henley off the hanger and pulling it on.

“I did sort of start watching it,” you said. “You look like a little baby that hadn’t hit puberty yet.”

“I got better with age, sweetheart,” he said, flashing you a wink.

“Oh yes you did,” you said. “I like it. It’s kinda scary but not too bad if you watch during the day.”

“It gets less scary pretty fast,” he said, putting on his red and gray flannel. “I all set?”

“You look very pretty,” you said, walking out with him on your tail. “So does the show end happy? Like they live? It’s got this angsty feel to it where I feel like something bad is gonna happen.”

“Do you want me to spoil it?”

“Dean doesn’t like die, right,” you said. He made a face and you frowned. “No. Why? He doesn’t deserve that.”

“Eh, calm yourself woman. Things could happen in the future...he might not have to die...or he might come back and I really shouldn’t be discussing these things.”

“You’d do more?” you asked.

“Oh for sure. On a streaming network where we get to do all the shit we couldn’t on cable. Get some fresh eyes in on the writing or maybe we’d even take a crack at it. It’s not really an if, more of a when so don’t go worrying about Dean. I like my new friends at work and everybody’s great but I miss Jared and my old ones. I’m definitely working with them again.”

“That’s great! Now come on, move that tush. We have reservations.”

“Reservations. Fancy,” he said. He put on a pair of socks and shoved his wallet in his pocket, following you out to the hall when you spun around. 

“Oh yeah,” you smirked. “You may also have a little birthday surprise waiting for your downstairs so eyes shut mister.”

“You’re devious. I like that. I like that a lot. We should explore that later in bed.”

“Tempting. I’ll have to take you up on that,” you said. “Eyes shut.”

You held his hand and he shut his eyes, going down the hall with you. You went slowly down the steps, Jensen’s arm around you the whole time. You grinned and walked him over to the family room before leaving him in place.

“Open,” you said. He blinked open his eyes, quickly landing them on a grinning Jared standing there.

“How the hell are you here?” said Jensen, Jared giving him a big hug he quickly returned. “Shit I missed you man.”

“Me too. But it’s someone’s birthday this week and I don’t have work tomorrow so I caught a flight up this afternoon. Y/N thought I’d make a good present.”

“Fucking awesome present,” he said, still grinning ear to ear. 

“You doing okay?” asked Jared, Jensen nodding. He gave him another hug and you smiled. “So how’s that crush on the nanny working out?”

“Shut up,” said Jensen, smirking as he pulled you into his side. “Jared. I know you guys met already but Y/N is your soon to be best friend just as an fyi.”

“Oh we’ve already started chatting,” you said, Jared chuckling. “He’s really sweet. I had to legit stop him from jumping on a plane that second when I texted him he thought something was wrong.”

“I think between the two of us we can keep an eye on him,” said Jared. “So you mind if I crash your date?”

“Not at all,” you said. “I’m taking both you boys out. My treat.”

“I’ll be back in a minute,” said Jensen two hours later while he excused himself to the bathroom. Jared finished off the last of his beer and smiled as he leaned back in his corner of the booth. 

“You know I’m totally covering this right,” he said.

“Dutch?” you asked.

“I’ll take the alcohol, you take the food.”

“That I can agree to,” you said, glancing over the dessert menu. “I’m really happy you were able to come up to hang out. I know you got your own family and everything and this was last minute.”

“He’s my family too,” he said. “I’d do anything for him. Literally. Don’t ever hesitate to call me, no matter when or where. I’ll be there for him like he’s always been for me.”

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a smile on his face like that before.”

“I have. You just didn’t notice that night at the bonfire.” You shrugged and he cocked his head. “How long you two been dating?”

“A month or so,” you said. 

“You like him?”

“He’s alright,” you said, smiling before you took a sip from your glass. 

“Thanks for taking care of him lately.”

“Don’t need to thank me for that,” you said, sliding the dessert menu over to him.

“Yeah but I’m still going to,” he said. “I meant what I said earlier. Between the two of us he’ll be okay again.”

“He’s never gonna be the same. He’ll be happy and it won’t hurt as much. But it’ll come back and hit him time to time.”

“There’s a reason he’s my best friend and it’s not just because we worked together for so long. He’s always been there for me and I’ll be there for him. I feel better about him being up here when he’s got someone else watching his back.”

“You had the hard job, not me,” you said.

“He’s come a long way. Doesn’t mean this is a cakewalk though I’m sure.”

“No, you’re right about that,” you said as you spotted Jensen returning.

“You guys order dessert yet?” he asked, sliding in beside you.

“Why doesn’t the birthday boy pick,” teased Jared, handing the menu over to him. “You guys ought to come home for a weekend when you get a chance.”

“It’s kinda a long way to go with the kids for just a few days,” said Jensen. “But we’ll be home soon. Hopefully.”

“I can get you a gig on Walker anytime you want it dude, just ask.”

“Maybe. I kinda want to get with the guys and maybe work on that Supernatural stuff. I need good stuff to look forward to, you know?”

“I do,” said Jared. “As long as you come home eventually I’ll learn to live with just using your jet skis in the meantime.”

“See what I’ve been dealing with for over a decade?” asked Jensen.

“Oh yes. He’s horrible,” you teased. “We really shouldn’t have him sleepover then, should we?”

“You’re staying at the house?” asked Jensen with a grin.

“Duh. I didn’t just fly a thousand miles to not see you dude. I’m here all weekend. Let’s have some fun.”

“Boys I’m heading to bed,” you said around two in the morning. 

“Yeah we ought to go to bed ourselves,” said Jared.

“I’ll grab you some sheets and stuff,” said Jensen. You waved goodnight to Jared, heading down the hall towards your room when Jensen wrapped an arm around your waist. “I thought you were gonna sleep with me from now on.”

“I am. Want to check something real quick.”

“Hurry back,” he said. He kissed your temple and ducked into his room, leaving you in the hall. You went down to your own and checked your email, smirking when you saw what you were looking for. A rattling of fingers on the door made you glance up, Jensen smiling there. “Texting your other boyfriend?”

“No, I sort of...submitted one of my stories to a publisher. They’ve been talking to me this week and said they’d get back to me today on if they wanted to move forward. They want to do a five book deal. I already have the stories done and mostly drawn anyways. They gave me an offer just now.”

“That’s awesome,” he said. “Seriously. We’re gonna celebrate tomorrow for sure.”

“It’s no big deal,” you said.

“It really is,” he said. He picked you up and grinned, carrying you back to his room. “I’m proud of you.”

“They’re stupid stories,” you said.

“I love those stupid stories,” he said, setting you on the bed. “The kids do too.”

“You’re just saying that cause you’re supposed to say that.” You set your phone on the nightstand and crawled under the covers, Jensen pulling you into his chest when het got underneath.

“My children think their mom is really okay now. They don’t get sad anymore and they ask questions about her again and I don’t want to cry every time I talk about her because your story reminded me that the wolf dad can be happy again for him too. That’s really fucking important to me right now in life.”

“Okay Papa Wolf,” you said. You grinned and he returned it. “Night Jensen.”

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

Two Months Later

“Hey Jared,” you said as you answered your phone. “What’s up?”

“Jensen at work?”

“Yeah. Late night again,” you said. “He’s answering texts between breaks I think.”

“Cool,” he said.

“You need something?” you asked. 

“No, no. I’m good,” he said. “Thanks. I’ll catch you later.”

“You doing okay?” you asked.

“Yeah. Just want to talk to him for a minute,” he said. He was a little quiet and you sat down on the couch. 

“You want to talk to me?” you asked.

“That’s okay.”

“Jared...Jensen and I are starting to get serious which means we’re gonna be together a lot considering how you two can’t go more than a day without talking. We can be good friends too,” you said. He was quiet and you hoped you hadn’t sounded too corny.

“I uh, I have bad days sometimes. Really normal days can be bad days in my head. It’s kinda how I was built I guess,” he said. 

“Nothing wrong with that,” you said. “Today a bad day?”

“Kinda. Nothing happened. I had a normal day at work and home. I’m just off. He um...Jensen makes me feel better as lame as that sounds. Just talking for a few minutes helps my head get on track that somebody really does care.”

“He’s very good like that,” you said. “I know you mean the world to him. You’re his brother. It’s not lame that he makes you feel better. You make him feel better too. I owe you a lot for taking care of him after the accident.”

“I much prefer when I’m the one freaking out and he takes care of me,” chuckled Jared. “You guys coming home soon?”

“He’s got a few weeks left of filming but I might head down a little earlier, try to get the house sorted out down there with the kids and stuff,” you said. “He’s literally counting down the days.”

“He really likes working on the show though I thought.”

“Oh he does but he’s got a big circle on the calendar for the fifthteenth called Jared day. I think your boy is planning something fun.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” he said. “You mind if I ask a personal question?”

“Shoot, buddy,” you said, stretching in your seat.

“Do you love him?” he asked. 

“Going full throttle out of the gate I see,” you said.

“I know. I know how he talks about you though. There’s no...casual relationship with him.”

“Well I haven’t said it to him yet and he hasn’t said it to me so...maybe another time I’ll be able to answer that question.”

“It’s been almost four months. You get to spend more time together than most couples starting out. I’d think you know by now,” he said.

“I do. But he deserves to hear it before anyone else,” you said. 

“So you love him.”

“Most things I love have a habit of going away,” you said. 

“He won’t,” he said. “You do more than make him happy, Y/N. A lot more.”

“I just wish he didn’t hurt.”

“He hurts a lot less lately. Some of that’s time and some of it’s you. Enjoy being one of his best friends. He doesn’t let that many people in that close.”

“I know. We were supposed to be talking about you I thought.”

“Eh, sometimes I just need the talk. Thanks. I got somebody else I can call now too.”

“It’s never a problem,” you said.

“It’s getting late there. I’ll let you go. Thanks for talking, really. I feel better.”

“Anytime Jared.”

“You too, Y/N.”

Three Weeks Later

“Doug you’re a lifesaver,” you said as finished washing Jensen’s truck in the driveway back home in Austin. He smiled as he wiped off his hands and gave Arrow a wave goodbye. 

“I owed you for that 3am incident,” he said. “You got easy kids. Mine are vultures.”

“Yes, yes they are,” you laughed. He gave you a kiss on the check and smiled as he headed back for his car, another one coming down the open driveway. “Later Doug.”

“Later,” he said. Jensen exited the back of the car along with his backpack and a suitcase, the car pulling out, Doug following after.

“Hey. How was the flight?” you asked.

“Who was that?” he asked, dropping his bags on the pavement.

“Oh that’s just Doug. He’s a nanny. I needed an extra set of hands today watching the kids trying to finish up these chores before you got home and it was perfect timing,” you said. You smirked and walked over to kiss him, Jensen taking a step back. “Something wrong?”

“You kissed him.”

“No. I didn’t. He kissed my cheek,” you said. Jensen narrowed his eyes and you scoffed, wiping the sweat off your forehead. “Seriously? He’s my friend.”

“That kisses you.”

“He’s affectionate,” you said. “Also he’s kinda married so you can tone it down with the judgemental looks.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. You’re right. You should be able to kiss whoever you want despite being in a relationship,” he said. He grabbed his bags and brushed past you inside. You grumbled and went after him, finding him upstairs in his room. “What?”

“What stick is up your ass today? I haven’t seen you in almost three weeks. None of us have and you’re in a bad mood.”

“I was perfectly happy until I saw you kissing somebody else.”

“I wasn’t kissing him!”

“It didn’t look like that from my perspective.”

“Jensen.”

“Is this just a little game to you? You get bored of the older guy with kids finally?” he asked, crossing his arms. “Or maybe you just got caught finally.”

“I don’t cheat,” you said, getting in his face. “He kissed my cheek. I’ll call him to come back and explain this situation right now but I apparently you just think I’m a cheater.”

“Well maybe you are. Geez, we’ve been together over four months and no real sex yet? Cause that’s not sending red flags.”

“Because you weren’t fucking ready!” you shouted. “I’m not your wife and I’m never gonna be her. Don’t be mad at me for it.”

“No that’s for sure,” he said.

“The kids are in the front yard. Don’t expect me back today,” you said. You stormed downstairs and into your room, shoving some things in a bag before taking your purse and getting behind the wheel of your car. 

You were seeing red by the time you were out of the suburbs. You slammed your hand against the wheel and shouted.

“You fucking asshole,” you said. You sniffled and drove for a bit before finally pulling off. You drove down a long road, rolling your eyes when of course you passed by his brewery. You’d never been but he’d told you about it more than once. You kept going down the road, eventually finding a park to pull into. You shut off the car and shut your eyes, a knock on the window making you jump. You put down your window when you saw a cop there and did your best to wipe off your face.

“You’re double parked,” he said. 

“What?”

“You’re parked on the line,” he said. 

“Sorry,” you said. 

“Bad day?” he asked.

“Something like that,” you said. You could feel snot threatening to drip down your nose, the officer reaching into a pocket and handing you a tissue. “Thanks.”

“Best not to drive when you’re upset,” he said.

“Yeah. I’m just gonna sit here for a little while,” you said with a nod.

“Probably not a great idea to sit in a car next a playground,” he said. “The mom’s are kinda intense around here.”

“Of course they are,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Why don’t you move your car and you can join me on my patrol,” he said. “It’s only a short walk. Fresh air might do you good.”

“Last time I talked to another man my boyfriend sorta freaked out on me so maybe not a good idea,” you said. You blew your nose and realized what you’d said, the officer staring down. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Why don’t we take that walk so I can find out what you did mean.”

Two minutes later you were walking next to the cop. He had a baseball cap on and was in all black. You weren’t sure how he wasn’t boiling considering it was May in Austin.

“This boyfriend got a name?”

“You gonna run his name or something?” you asked.

“Do I need to?” he asked. You shook your head and he smiled. “He the jealous type? He get angry over you talking to other men?”

“It’s complicated.”

“If it doesn’t get uncomplicated I might have to pay this boyfriend a visit you understand.”

“His wife died last June.”

“Okay. I understand part of the complicated thing now.”

“Why’s he gotta be a dick? Called me a cheater,” you said. You crossed your arms and the cop chuckled. “Sorry.”

“As long as you don’t call me a dick we don’t got a problem. Did you cheat on him?”

“No. He...he works away and he just got home today and my guy friend was over helping me with watching my boyfriends kids while I did some chores and my guy friend is like, a really affectionate guy and he kissed my cheek as my boyfriend was coming in and my boyfriend thinks I was kissing him back and been cheating on him for the past three weeks.”

“Why don’t you just call the guy friend over to explain?”

“He got so pissed so fast and accused me of cheating. I’ve been dating him for nearly five months and he brings up the fact we haven’t had sex yet like that even matters when I’ve been holding back for him and he just blows up on me for fucking nothing,” you said.

“You’re both stubborn people, aren’t ya,” he said.

“Maybe,” you grumbled.

“Maybe this guy is scared and looking for a way out of the relationship. Or maybe he thinks you want out. You mentioned kids. That’s not easy.”

“He’s also...older. There’s an age gap. I was the nanny and now I’m the girlfriend nanny. He’s also kinda...famous,” you said.

“So there’s a lot of stress in this relationship then.”

“No,” you said, dropping your arms to your sides. “It’s not like that.”

“Maybe the dumb bastard just got scared of losing someone again,” he said. “Just a theory.”

“I wish he wasn’t scared,” you said. “I don’t know how to make him not afraid.”

“You ever think maybe he said that because you’re getting in there pretty good now and he’s getting real scared that losing you might hurt just as bad as this wife did.”

“He’s an idiot. But he’s my idiot,” you said. 

“Talk to him. Get an apology and try to forgive him.”

“I already forgive him. I know him. He was scared and I got mad instead of realizing after so many weeks apart all he needed was a freaking hug.”

“Then go home and give him a hug,” he said.

“Thanks,” you said with a nod. “I must have looked like a hot mess or something.”

“Oh for sure,” he chuckled. You smiled and he laughed. “That looks better.”

“Jensen probably left like five messages on my phone by now,” you said. The cop you were with paused and smiled. “What?”

“A kinda famous Jensen. There’s really only one of those in town,” he said.

“Oh. Yeah. Please don’t share that he’s dating. He really wants to keep things private for a lot of reasons right now,” you said.

“He’s my buddy.”

“Your buddy?”

“We went to school together,” he said. “In tenth grade he went for a slide on second base, ripped his pants right down the middle. His hanes bright blue covered ass still managed to get around to home base.”

“He split his pants in a baseball game?” you smiled.

“I know quite a few of his dirty secrets,” he said. “I don’t really know that whole acting thing but him I know and that must make you Y/N. You ever in trouble kid, ever just got a bad feeling and want a cop to come by, give me a call.”

“Thanks,” you said as you took his card. “You really think he’s a dumb bastard?”

“Oh knowing it’s him, 100%. Give him a break. We like him when he smiles,” he said.

“I’m gonna give him a call,” you said. “We should hang out sometime now that Jensen has a break.”

“Definitely. I gotta finish my patrol,” he said. “Take care Y/N.”

“Bye,” you said as you headed back towards your car. You pulled out your phone and saw seven missed calls and twelve unread texts. You tapped the screen and put the phone up to your ear, only ringing for a second.

“I’m sorry,” said Jensen.

“Me too.”

“I’m the one that...shit I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what happened.”

“You missed me and you were scared and seeing Doug probably hurt like a bitch,” you said.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t want to be the stupid jealous boyfriend.”

“I’m not too far from your brewery if you want to meet there. Get a beer. Blow this over,” you said.

“I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you. Stop apologizing. I want to give you a hug,” you said. 

“I’ll meet you there in thirty minutes?” he asked.

“I’ll see you soon honey.”

“Hi,” said Jensen as you sat at a quiet table in the back, sipping on a beer and eating a piece of pizza. You smiled and stood up, giving him a hug. He tucked his head down and sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey we survived our first big fight as a couple,” you said. “That deserves beer and pizza.”

He sat down next to you, forcing a smile on his face. You reached over and cupped his cheek, Jensen turning into it. 

“Please forgive yourself,” you said.

“I don’t really want to,” he said.

“You called me a cheater. I get what I want today and that’s for you to forgive yourself.”

“I don’t know why I said that.”

“Jensen,” you said, stroking his cheek. “I love you.”

He stared at you, a different look in his eyes, the tiniest sliver of a smile peeking through. You inched closer and slid your hand around to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He felt softer than usual, lips barely moving against yours. 

“I love you,” he said. He wrapped his arms around you and grinned. “I have loved you for a very long time.” You kissed him again, Jensen returning it. 

He left his arm around your back, smirking when you did the same to him.

“Can we forget about earlier?” you asked. He nodded and rested his head on your shoulder.

“One last I’m sorry though,” he said.

“Just don’t call me that again and we’re all good, Jens,” you said. “Now eat some of this pizza so I don’t feel like a glutton.”

“I don’t have to slip into a superhero costume any more so dad bod here I come,” he chuckled.

“Does that mean Solider Boy meets some untimely end?”

“No spoilers,” he said. “But I don’t think I’ll be going back to that show. At least as often. I know I want to direct an episode of walker in the fall. I talked to Jared about it actually so that’ll be fun. I might do a duck and run guest appearance on it. I’ll line up something for next year but I want to be home for awhile, do work around here.” 

“I know quite a few people who would be more than okay with that,” you said. 

“Don’t make any plans for Saturday,” he smirked.

“I thought you were having your Jared day tomorrow.”

“Oh we are. Gen invited you and the kids over. She’d like to get to know you. You’ll love her,” he said.

“So what’s Saturday then?” you asked.

“I’d like to take you and the kids out on the boat. We haven’t been since before the accident. Maybe we can go out for dinner and put up the tent in the backyard, have a sleepover out there with the kids.”

“That sounds fun.”

“And...I’d like to maybe next week take you out for the day, just us, maybe...spend the night somewhere,” he said.

“Like a hotel?” you asked.

“Yeah. Or the kids can have a sleepover at Jared’s. Maybe.” He glanced down and you moved your arm from his back, reaching behind yourself to hold his hand. Green eyes flickered over to yours and you smiled. “I’m-”

“You know if you keep apologizing about earlier I’m not going to have sex with you,” you said. “That’s just facts.”

“Okay,” he chuckled. “No more apologies. Aside from...I really am sorry about what I said. I’m the one that’s been holding back and not once have you asked for more.”

“We said we’d take it slow and that’s okay,” you said. He squeezed your hand and nodded. “I don’t like you because you’re attractive or your hair is great or your arms are massive. Having fun with you is fun but that’s not why I’m here.”

“I don’t know if I can give you things you want,” he said.

“Just give me you and that’s good with me,” you said.

“Okay,” he said quietly. You scooted closer to him, Jensen tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Let’s do it now.”

“Uh, what?” you said, taking a sip from your beer.

“The kids aren’t home and I don’t want to wait and-”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” you said, knocking back your beer and flipping the cardboard down over your pizza. He stared and you burped, picking up the box. “There’s like six slices left and this is too good to waste, even for sex.”

“You have literally never been more attractive than in this moment,” he said. 

“I could be.”

“I’ll see you at the house in twenty?”

“Yes you will Ackles.”

Forty minutes later you hand was slapping against his headboard, legs squeezed so tight around his waist you were shocked he wasn’t complaining. You moaned loudly as he teased your clit and he delivered one more hard thrust. He grunted as you gripped his shoulder with your other hand.

“Jensen,” you breathed out. “I’m right there. Please, please, please…”

You arched your back when he thrust hard, fingers rubbing just a bit rougher and you came all around him, every muscle tensed and riding out that high, long, deep, absolutely perfect orgasm. Jensen thrust a few more times before he groaned and rested his head on your shoulder, big panting breaths fanning over your skin. 

He was sweaty but pulled out slowly, plopping down on the bed beside you, hand resting on his chest.

“I don’t know about you but that was good,” he said. “Damn good.”

You giggled between breaths, nodding your head slightly. You tilted it over towards his, Jensen already staring at you with soft hooded green eyes. 

“Definitely damn good,” you breathed. His lips tugged up into a smile, warm and gentle, his head inching closer to you. You sat up and leaned down to kiss him, Jensen breaking off when he needed air. You trailed a finger down his chest before climbing out of bed and excusing yourself to the bathroom. After you cleaned up you found Jensen chucking the condom in the trash and wiping himself off quickly. 

“Come here you,” he said. He picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the bed, laying you down carefully. “I’m big on after sex cuddling just so you know.”

“I find that to be a very attractive quality,” you said as he lay down. He reached down to the end of the bed and grabbed the bunched up blanket, pulling it over the two of you. His arm slid under your head and he pulled you into his side, encouraging you to use him as a pillow. “You’re warm.”

“So are you,” he said. He kissed your temple and let out a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“I never thought I’d be able to do that ever again. Let alone not feel bad about doing it,” he said.

“You okay?”

“I’m great,” he said. “Really. I know Dee would have been telling me to not worry so I didn’t. I don’t...I feel like I can talk about her again, you know?”

“You used to call her your wife a lot. Recently you’ve been saying her name more. I think you really are healing, Jensen.”

“I knew the second you left earlier I messed up. I dropped the kids off at Jared’s and then I wound up at the cemetery. I saw these purple flowers there. It’s kinda a different flower but they were her favorite. I’ve only ever told one other person those were her favorites,” he said. You traced your finger over his pec and rested your palm flat on his chest. “Why’d you put flowers there?”

“Why wouldn’t I Jensen?”

“That’s how I knew I can stop being so scared when it comes to you. Purple fucking flowers. You’re just…”

“I love you too,” you said, giving his whole body a squeeze. He returned it, holding you for a long time, neither one of you saying a word. It wasn’t until you noticed the light starting to change in the room that you both moved. 

“Y/N,” said Jensen when you sat upright. You looked over your shoulder, a smile on his face. “Do you want to stay upstairs with me from now on instead of your room? It’s okay if-”

“I’d love to,” you said. “To be honest, I slept up here the other night.”

“You did?” he asked as you nodded.

“I missed you.”

“Me too,” he said.

“I know three little faces that really missed you too,” you said. He smiled and nodded. “Let’s go get the rascals.”

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A/N: Read Part 9 here!

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With all the new fans coming in from the animated show, I’ve seen a lot of critters recommend Campaign 2 over Campaign 1, which I don’t necessarily agree with. I think this is a holdover from when C2 use to be shorter than C1 (definitely not the case anymore lol).

My personal recommendation is to start with the one you’re most drawn to--C1 and C2 are far enough removed from each other that starting one won’t ruin your experience of the other (C3 is a different story, but I’ll get to that). Hell, you can watch them at the same time if you want (that’s what I did in 2018).

If starting with Campaign 1: you can try starting at episode 1, but I personally found it difficult to get through. If you find yourself in the same boat, try skipping to episode 24. This is where I started and it instantly hooked me. Episode 24 is also the first episode of the Briarwood Arc, which is regarded as one of, if not THE best story arc across all campaigns of the show, and it’s also the arc that’s being adapted into season 1 of the animated show. This storyline sets up a lot of important stuff with recurring echoes throughout the rest of the campaign!

If starting with Campaign 2: this one’s easy; you can just start at episode 1. C2 starts 20 years after C1′s ending, and is set on a different continent, so there’s a lot of new stuff to explore with very little relation to C1′s events. The first 25-30 episodes do a great job of setting up group dynamics and motivations for the next 100+ episodes, and I look back on them fondly. This campaign is also longer than the first by 26 episodes (C1 is 115, C2 is 141), so that might influence which one you want to start with.

Campaign 3 is their most current campaign and is ongoing at the moment. As of posting this they’re 11 episodes in, with episode 12 streaming next week (feb. 3rd). There are a LOT of spoiler-y stuff from C1 in it, much of it integrated into PC backstories, including spoilers for where various C1 PCs end up, as well as prominent villains from that campaign. If spoilers like that are an issue for you, start with C1, then go into C3 (or C2; again, you can watch them all concurrently if you have the time). C3 is much easier to catch up on for obvious reasons though, so if major C1 spoilers don’t bother you, you can start there.

All C1 and C2 episodes are available on Youtube for free, and C3 episodes are uploaded to Youtube the following Monday after they premiere. CR now takes the last week of every month off from their main campaign to give the DM and players a brief break, and will stream a separate one-shot during that time slot instead (tomorrow, January 27th, will be their first one-shot of this kind). There is a massive backlog of content to go through (C1 alone is over 400 hours long) so it’s a bit daunting to start. Once you’re hooked in, though, you’ll breeze through it.

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Part 9

CorpseHusband x FemReader

Warnings: cussing

A/N: i won’t be able to update everyday, but ill try my best to be super frequent :) also, this part was SO good in the writing portion, but my alarm went off, kicked me out of tumblr, and then i accidentally pressed ‘delete draft’ instead of restoring. needless to say, i cried...

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Unfortunately, you have to change out of your hot ass outfit. You do still have your makeup on, and you look fucking gorgeous to say the least.

You throw on some comfy shorts, an oversized hoodie, and you take off your boots, leaving your black, thigh-high socks on.

You bring your knees up to your chest, letting your chin rest on them as you wait for Corpse to call.

You join the call when he starts it, getting your stuff ready for the stream.

“Whaddup, baby,” Corpse greets, and you can hear the cocky smirk in his voice, he knows what that does.

“Corpse, I can find someone else to play with me in the matter of two seconds.”

“You wouldn’t do that to me.”

“I really would,” You smile at him. Yeah, he can see you, but you can’t see him.

“I don’t think you should turn on your camera for today’s stream.” Corpse says.

“Why not?”

“How you look today should be reserved for me.” The cocky smirk hasn’t left. You can hear it so clearly in his voice.

You hide your face deeper between your knees, letting your hair fall in front of your face. Corpse chuckles, knowing the effect he has on you.

You quickly regain your posture, “I don’t look the same I did earlier. I changed my outfit.”

“I don’t know why you posted it on Twitter. That should’ve only been for me to see.”

You put on a cocky smirk of your own, “Newsflash, that could’ve been for someone else, you’re not the only one in the world, baby.”

Corpse feigns a dramatic gasp, and you giggle, shaking your head.

You greet your chat, Corpse greeting them as well.

You two are talking about everything, laughing so hard to the point where both of you are hitting your desks, complaining about how your guys’ stomachs hurt.

“No! You said, “Oh, well, I don’t know. None?” when Charlie asked you how many balls you have.” Tears are streaming down your face from how hard you’re laughing. Thank God for waterproof makeup.

“I was drunk!” Corpse defends himself in between laughs.

“Okay and? So was I! I said that I had three.”

You two sigh, calming down.

It’s been about three hours, and you both got pretty far into making your island. You say bye to the stream, getting out of Animal Crossing and putting away your switch.

“Do you have to go?” Corpse asks.

“We can’t sit here all night.”

“Y/N, we both don’t sleep.”

“I guess you have a point,” You sigh, “Okay, but call me through the phone, I wanna lay down.”

You turn your camera off as you go to wash your face and brush your teeth. Corpse complains about not being able to see you, claiming, ‘You’re beautiful all the time.’ The cold water doesn’t help at all to fix the redness on your face.

You leave your camera off, scared you might fall asleep on the phone. You tell Corpse to keep talking, his voice calming you down. You feel your eyes are getting heavy, and you can’t keep them open anymore.

Corpse’s POV but in third person

He notices her breathing is now even. Corpse smiles to himself, getting himself comfortable in his own bed, pulling the phone under his pillow, letting her company over the phone relax him.

He can’t help but think about the moments and laughs they shared today. This is probably the best stream he’s had in a while. He knows he’ll be spending tomorrow morning and night, looking through clips of them laughing, of her smiling, and whatnot.

She makes him so incredibly happy, and they’ve only met not that long ago. It’s crazy how much she’s affected his life, but in a good way. He’s able to be up in the morning, excited to stream if she’s going to be around, excited to go through his Twitter timeline.

Of course, he’s asked himself the question. He always goes back to the fact that he hasn’t known her long and it can’t be that he has feelings for her. She’s just an amazing and beautiful person; one that makes him so fucking happy.

He matches his breathing with Y/N’s, eventually falling asleep.

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