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asexualzoro · 11 months ago

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it's december 9th, meaning today is my 23rd birthday (which is my favorite number!), which means it's time for...

Lew Writes Wrapped 2023!!!

im including anything that happened after my last bday, so we have some works from december as well. this one's a bit of a weird one for the total word count, you'll see why

it's all treebark from my sideblog / alt ao3. i cannot change. i will not change. for these im just gonna specify the relationship that's the main focus bc thats easier than fandom bc all but like one are third life

dandelion wishing

(Dec, 2.4k, treebark, oneshot) (link)

op movie 6 au for dogwarts in which Martyn is the baron and Ren doesn't know he's dead

id actually plotted out a whole third life au for this movie like months prior and really wanted to write it, so i took it for treebark week and focused it just on these two. it's my fave movie of all time and i obvs had to give it to my fave completely dead team <3

i will admit tho. it did make me back search martyns twitter to see if hes ever posted abt watching this movie. bc i know he likes One Piece and i realized this would bring me into the danger zone (he hasnt ever posted abt it if hes seen it)

A Romance Route for the Doomed Villain?!?

(Dec, 5k, treebark, oneshot) (link)

treebark dating sim isekai parody that spiraled out of my control made in a day-long possession

im still baffled by this one. why was the response to this one so insane?? there was smth in the water the day i posted this bro. a 1:2 kudos to hits ratio for the entire first day is literally fucking unbelievable. 70 comments?? what hold did this fic have on you people. i got fic written about this one?? my friends goncharov'd me in front of my face

really fucking fun to write and the insane response was smth im always gonna remember. i appreciate you guys so much

treesekai also turns a year old in a few days!

Until the Angels Realize You're Not One of Them

(Feb, 7.2k, emerald duo, oneshot) (link)

a traitor phil au which was mostly just me talking about all the reasons i love technoblade

this one... wasnt actually written this year for the most part? i didnt want to not acknowledge it, since it's on my ao3 in this year, but i wont be able to count it toward the total

still. traitor phil au my beloved. hearing him say on his stream he and techno wanted to do a betrayal arc made me feel insane bc i already had this written at the time

missing or obstructed

(2022-present, 12.9k, Grian & Ren, ongoing) (link)

post 3L fic about Ren and Grian seeking out closure with a lot of funny little sleep metaphors

same deal as the last fic, i, uh dont think i actually wrote anything new for missing or obstructed this year either? just uploaded chapters i wrote last year,,, i didnt wanna now acknowledge it, but i wont count this in my total later

i miss her. one day ill actually sit down and write more missing or obstructed. in my doc im JUST at introducing Martyn and i havent written it yet

to reach my mangled debut

(Sept, 4.2k, treebark week, ongoing) (link)

it wouldnt be me if i didnt have an execution somewhere in here. another op au!

THIS. I LOVE HER. when rev and i were plotting out the whole storyline for smop renchanting i was begging please give me this scene i need it and i had so much fun writing it. i rlly need to finish soon but i haven’t had time but please. please check out smop. she’s top of my priority list to update

Three-Dog Night

(Sept, 6.7k, treebark week, oneshot) (link)

BIG DOG. beauty and the beast au!

god im so fond of this au. there’s some rlly good scenes written for this and unposted bc i just need to link them together. honestly i think if i took a month and focused it on this fic alone i could fucking finish it but i don’t have the time ;-;

that said i’m so enamored w this au genuinely. o dunno what else to say i just think. puppy

Cover Me In Roses

(Sept, 3.3k, treebark week, oneshot) (link)

lamplight roleswap! put Martyn in a flower pot

i don’t feel as motivated to work on this one when i have lamplight unfinished so it’s lower on my priorities but know i have like an entire arc of this written and unposted. we just have a few paths for this one and i have to decide which one to use

it’s so wild to me lamplight has like. aus. like this isn’t even the only one? a roleswap. that’s insane? it’s wild that you all like lamplight enough i can even get away with this

First Sign of a House Fire

(Sept, 2k, treebark week, oneshot) (link)

i love superhero stories for two reasons: plots about secrets and adapting the characters to give them powers. this had smth fun for both of them

yellow rose isn’t super high on my list of priorities to update (i think the oneshot is interesting on its own) but one day,,,, it’s part of the many aus cherri and i have but it’s the longest for sure. the doc for just this au is like 100k words long on its own. at the time i draft this cherri and i are actively writing smth else for it in another tab. theres like 4 offshoots and im obsessed w all of them. we had to make ocs about this one. i’m excited to eventually add more to this series

actually that’s one of the scenes i’m most excited for and most dreading adding. we made a backstory oc and im SO attached to him and im excited to post a thing out there w him but. ough. whatever cringe is dead i’ll get there eventually and brute force my way into attaching you to our funky little robot guy

also love that this fic forced me to be decided on a docv characterization that i have to stick to. he may be a canon guy to martyn’s vtuber lore but he’s my oc now too

Blindsided

(Sept, 2k, treebark week, ongoing) (link)

pirate au and royal au based on a big secret and also stuffing a guy in a box and it's all stupid dramatic literally what else do you want or need in life

this is my wife. my favorite. my most beloved. blindsided gives me new illnesses and diseases. i have just one scene to write before i can update it and then i can continue unleashing her. god i love this fic the drama of it is SO fun.

the funny thing abt blindsided is i know all the plot chronologically but now how to Present it which is part of why i haven’t continued too much. eventually i will but until then know that one of the scenes im sitting on which has been fully written is one i think about constantly. hopefully when i post it cherri’ll let free the comic she did for it

i actually have the ending of this fic written i just need to get there lmfao. second on my priority list after smop i think

Cradle of the Leviathan

(Sept, 1.5k, treebark week, oneshot) (link)

i just love mer aus man. whats the point of it all if you cant have mer aus. just get a big ol fish

i have the ending of this au written as well and literally so little of the lead up. but this is pretty low on my priorities. i think this one stands just fine on its own. mer aus are nice like that

we actually have a few mer aus but for now i’ll be focusing on this one. i do have a few sweet post story things written for this one. maybe one day i’ll write enough to post em lmao

Lamplight AU

(2022-present, 47k, treebark, ongoing) (link)

renchanting dnd/fantasy au, martyn's a paladin and ren's a lamp

so i started this au last year. my wrapped last year said my total was 20k, so that means this year's total is.... 27k!

and… it was just lamplight’s birthday and i did all my appreciation for the fic and its readers then, but god. i love this fic so much and i love you all who have read it and been so kind about it. the amount of popularity it has makes it a bit nerve wracking to work on, but i still really want to see it finished. i hope to see the bulk of it done by this time next year!

Six Sentence Sunday

six sentence sunday is a challenge where i try to post six sentences i wrote that week every sunday, to keep me writing every week of the year! i do it over on my writing blog, @driflew

i did not keep up on my six sentences,,, i had a lot of sunday fencing tournaments. i did for ~33 weeks this year! thats a pretty good amount! i’ll have to be more on top of it next year tho

unpublished work

the last few years i havent included unpublished work, but with the extreme bulk of it, i wanted to note it down. cherri @/cherrifire and i have been writing a lot back and forth at each other in discord dms this year, and i wanted to include those in my count! bc holy fucking shit is there a lot of them

i didn’t include collab pieces, just pieces i wrote alone. i also only included the renchanting aus i share w cherri and scarian aus i share w flowey, nothing else—no unfinished lamplight or other independent pieces or oneshots, no original fiction for class, nothing. i also missed a few u haven’t moved to docs yet. so i’m lowballing by a few. thousands. of words

the total for those is...... 135k words! there is,,, something wrong with me

total and end notes

our total this year is...

187512 words!

that might be my highest word count yet! because i caught treebark disease. wild.

something really fun about this year to me is i really loved everything i wrote.

if you want to get me a gift or support me on my birthday… maybe try reading my work and reblogging it or leaving a comment! you can find my writing at driflew or skelew on ao3, follow my writing blog at @driflew, or even consider tipping my kofi!

thank you for sticking with me and supporting me this year! i really appreciate it! hopefully i can break 100k next year too!

#lew writes wrapped #lew writes

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onboardsorasora · 4 months ago

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I had a few random thoughts about your kawaii otaku twitch streamer Daniel and sim racer/ fifa god twitch streamer Max maxiel au.

Max, Yuki and Daniel are finally doing a collab and are reacting to highlights of euro cup games (or any ongoing football cup) so that Max can maxplain football rules, historic beefs and maybe some lore behind the players. Yuki is listening attentively at first but Daniel immediately switches it to a game of smash or pass when the national anthems are played at the beginning of each match. And maybe Daniel avoids saying smash to any blond dudes on screen because he doesn't want Max to know that Max is very much his type. But Max is internally screaming because does this mean he needs to go dye his hair???

Max is super proud of himself when he finds a compilation of football players being weebs. However, Max immediately regrets showing Daniel the video when in the subsequent weeks Daniel becomes a fan of Borussia Dortmund, one of Max's least favourite club. Daniel is obsessed with Adeyemi and Brandt's One Piece celebrations. Maybe months later, Daniel even gets to do an interview with some of the players and Max almost cries when he sees Daniel giggling with every men on the pitch and impressing them with his bizarrely good juggling skills.

Daniel is on a mission to find the right introductory anime for Max. It proves extremely difficult because Max turns out to be extremely picky about the type of media he likes to consume. Daniel feels a little dejected when Yuki finally manages to find something Max likes before him.

I don't know these are just thoughts that I summoned while I was walking my dog yesterday :D

Oh my GOOOODDDDDDDDD Lef I love these!!!!

Ok so I do have Daniel being good at FIFA but maybe he also doesn't actually watch football lmao. Here's a snippet from where Max is watching one of Daniel's streams and his FiFA team is physically hurting him

Daniel chose his team and Max groaned at the selection. His team was completely unbalanced, there was no way it would be any good. He wanted to log onto his account and hop into Daniel's game, but that would be way too conspicuous. [couple more paragraphs of stuff] Daniel cheered when he scored, his fucked up team winning against someone else’s super team. Max bit back the urge to go toe to toe with him. “Does anyone want to play me? I think it could be kinda fun.” Daniel asked, leaving the screen on his room code. Max felt like he was being tested, he stood up to throw his trash in the bin. He wouldn't play Daniel, he had no interest in it. Max booted up his system and logged into his personal account. The one he played his friends on, not the one known online.

So I absolutely can see Max trying to teach him or at least show him what the players actually are supposed to look like lmao. Max having an existential crisis about it is icing on the cake. Yuki being a menace as always

Oh Daniel would imprint on those players immediately!! add them to his fucked up squad lmao. oh these are amazing!!!

Daniel thinks he has the best idea and Max makes a comment about a show Yuki showed him and he thinks it cool. Maybe its one of the sports anime when Daniel was thinking a fighting anime would be a good start. Daniel is grumbling the entire time Max maxsplains the plot and animation to him

naur these are amazing i crrryyyyyy. thank you thank you thank you!!!!

#answered #chenniechopper <3 #otaku daniel

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baeshijima · 4 years ago

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐲/𝐧

MASTERLIST

now, childe as a general streamer,,, he’s a whale in every sense of the word

…

poggers—

so childe as a streamer in general would be one word ;

✨chaotic✨

he would definitely be a variety streamer, but more so for games !!

especially pvp and/or pve games

competitive meta mf—

probably plays LoL, overwatch, apex legends, valorant and minecraft

don’t question the minecraft

he likes mining but has a personal vendetta against the creepers bc once they blew up his mansion

yes, a mansion

ask any of his community and they’ll tell u he spent a full-blown month and a half playing just minecraft to build it, only for it to go down just like that ;-;

his chat loved it tho <//3

he’s played honkai too !! mainly for the pve and grinding bc he’s a whale but uh,,, shhh

his community,,, his community are just a bunch of trolls at this point i cant even lie

they just KEKW, SADGE & COPIUM spam everything and the newer viewers get intimidated until they realise he deserves them all HJGKJHF

especially when he starts getting annoyed by the game,,, his reactions are too good to pass up on gn

typically when he does mario kart streams 👩‍🦯 that shit’s wild when it happens oh my

when he falls in rainbow road 🤡

and especially bc he has his webcam on, his viewers just see him internally dying or wanting to scream

also gets passive aggressive

shit talks everything and everyone when in that mood <//3

for what’s left of his dignity i won’t disclose what happens

definitely gets jebaited a lot too <//3 unfortunately he’s too easy for his chat ;-;

another mf with a massive community except he has a lot of friends (sorry not sorry albedo)

ppl have a love-hate relationship with him tbh; u either love him or hate him

no inbetween

unless u show ur love through bullying him then go off ig

his discord server, twt + yt are also really big too !! also verified on insta

also !!

he has lots of plushies :(( esp whale plushies from his community bc he’s the biggest whale they know <//3

but if u look at his setup, there’s a mini whale plushie on the top of his main monitor (he has 3), one big one (like,,, up to his chin) behind him, a smol on the top of his chair so u can see it above his head, and just more off screen HKJSDHL

they asked for a room tour once and half of it was just whale plushies

the rest were LED lights + shelves of merch & gifts from his community !!

he even has some fanmail (actual wholesome ones that aren’t cursed) pinned on a board too 🥺

also has an ensuite—

when he was eating on stream one time, his chat was sent into an absolute outrage

u know why?

bc he was eating noodles with a fork

bby ;-;

so sometimes he’ll get sent those beginner chopsticks with the finger guides to help him 👩‍🦯

he’s actually made sure to eat with them on stream tho bc he was sent one with a narwhal on top and he thinks it’s cute JHGJKH

nOW ONTO THIS MAN BEING WHIPPED FOR U AS A GENSHIN STREAMER !!!!

herkekle

now, his (also) AR56 ass has been playing since genshin first came out

an og if u will

this man,,, he’s been in love with u even before the game’s official release 🐥

not only were u in the promotional art and trailers, but he was also one of the beta testers so he got to try out ur character first hand in the early stages !!

and when i say he fell hard for u,

i mean it

when the game wasn’t released publicly yet, he wasn’t allowed to disclose any information and ngl, it killed him that he couldn’t talk abt u :((

so all he could do was say this upcoming was really nice so far and subtly brag abt u to everyone JHGKJSDFHLK

when the official ads & promotional art were finally released 🥺🥺 when i tell u he immediately went live talking abt the game and u HKGJHFDK

he didn’t care that he streamed at an ungodly hour bc he’s been waiting for the reveal for so long he needs to let everyone know </3

he retweeted everything from their official twt straightaway, made a yt video based off his spontaneous stream promoting the game + pinged his entire server abt it

yes

his nearly 200k server all got pinged abt this one game bc he’s in love with a character from it

and he has no regrets abt it <33

the day the game was available for download, he stREAMED THE ENTIRE DOWNLOAD PROCESS

while he and his chat were waiting, they decided to watch the trailers and character showcases to get a feel for the game, and played some mario kart to pass the time !!

as soon as the game loaded, he threw mario kart behind him and went on 🐥

he typed his name (ajax) for the when he chose aether and literally everyone was appreciating the aesthetics HKJFS

but childe,,, he was waiting for it to be over so he could see u ;-;

he appreciated the aesthetics, fighting mechanics & voice acting a lot tho !!

now he had gotten through all the tutorials, got all the chests he could he was finally in mond

and there u were 🥺 after the dvalin encounter u arrived before kaeya did

and boy did he show u off sm to his viewers HKJHKLF

they knew he was down bad before but now?? they know it’s hopeless to save him and if he ever falls out of love that’s when the world ends

luckily that’ll never happen tho <33

but he took !! so many !! screenshots !!

oh, and did i mention he changed his wallpapers to u? and his twt + discord pfps are also some very aesthetic screenshots of u from that first scene ;-;

he just appreciates u sm okay 🥺

he even clutched his chest where his heart is and sunk down his chair when he heard u speak 😩

his chat just spammed his downbad + y/nlove + SHRIMP emotes and he accepted them all with grace <33

now when he unlocks the wishing feature,,, u already know he’s wishing for u as soon as possible

ur in the standard banner so ur always there which he appreciates but he would’ve wanted u to be limited so he can rub it in ppl’s faces ;-;

and since it was the first release rewards, he had tons of wishes right off the bat !!

he was gonna roll for venti after he gets u bc,,, well does he need a reason??

also he doesn’t do well with archer characters in general ;;; but if ur an archer then ur obv an exception sooo

bUT he got a 5 star in his first 20 pulls !!

tho it was diluc 👩‍🦯

while he was happy bc he got an incredibly meta character right off the bat,

he wasn’t interested in diluc,,, (even now his diluc is barely looked after, and only used for spiral abyss, *sweats*)

the next 5 star he got was around the 60 mark, and he got a weapon,,,

i mean,,, he got the weapon that was most suited for u so that’s smth at least (ˉ▽ˉ；)

after he used all his remaining primos and fates, he finally got u 🥺

he just went “fuck the storyline” and immediately put u in his party and just

admired u as a whole

went through all the voice lines available, ur character story, ur idle animations (he had a heart attack from u and his chat clipped it) and took many, many screenshots

his favourite voice lines would have to be the night + about us + (y/n)’s hobbies

and then he equipped u with ur weapon and damnnn did u look so good with it 😩

he changed u to be his avatar, with his signature as :

“(y/n)’s whale <3”

and now the whaling process begins 👩‍🦯

after at least £2k, he got u to c6, along with at least 1 copy of all the standard 5 stars,,

then he went for venti’s banner—

his chat were just too focused on how he’s gonna play u to even think of anything else tbh HKJAH

with ur kit, u were honestly seen to be a dps or even a sub dps if ppl don’t want u on the field all the time

so definitely a perfect character for mr meta strimmer tartaglia (his twitch name btw ;;; childe is just smth he prefers his community to call him as but they also call him ajax too HKJSD) here

so he went through the archon quests with u as his carry and i won’t lie, ur name card is smth he has printed and framed behind him after he got it 🥺

he later finds out ur part of the fatui in the liyue archon quest tho and has to fight u with,,,

well, u ;;;

he finds it hot tho so it’s okay—

i won’t lie tho, his zhongli after he got him is his second strongest after u

he just builds all his characters in the most broken way he can so he can show his viewers that everyone can be a dps in their own right, not just the ones meant to be since there’s no right or wrong in this game !!

but now ur weapon is r5, ur lvl 90 and u have lvl 20 5 star artifacts that make u the most broken (y/n) seen

ppl who co op with him are honestly baffled,,, especially when the feature of them being able to view other players’ character stats become available,,,

u with ur nearly 3k atk,,,

he’s hit over 600k with u tho and he’ll always flex that

no one can top him as a (y/n) main and that’s honestly just a fact at this point 😩

when he saw that the dating sim hangouts was official, his immediate and iconic response was simply ;

“so when will (y/n) become a dateable, huh 🤨”

to this day he’s still waiting to be able to date u in-game <//3

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact childe #genshin childe #childe #childe x reader #genshin childe x reader #genshin impact childe x reader #childe headcanons #childe scenarios #childe fluff #hsdkjfhklsdfs childe pls come hom on main ;-;#streaming dreams

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tarosin · 3 years ago

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the great adventures of y/n and ranboo

this is an extra part to the great adventures series

summary: part two to the angst imagine (the not so great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo jack and ranboo) it’s a happier ‘ending’ please read what is written in bold

this is an “alternative ending” around 15 years into the future this doesn’t mean this is actually how the series is going to end im writing it now and including it as part of series as their friendship is already established i can confirm y/n and the group are going to have a happy ending when the series eventually comes to an end this also does not mean the series is anywhere near the end i plan on continuing the series as vlogs come out, i feel the need to confirm this now love between y/n and ranboo in this imagine is completely platonic

it had been about a month since you last streamed whereas ranboo continued to stream a few days after the fallout as he wanted to make sure you were going to be okay. even though ranboo knew this huge fallout would eventually happen, it still hurt him, especially since he knew there was no way to prevent it, the four of you in the same house mixed with the stress of being some of the most-watched content creators made living rather difficult. it was like walking on eggshells as you didn’t want to interrupt someone's stream, then there was the additional stress of obsessive fans finding out where the four of you lived, you still remember that day very vividly. you were sat in between tubbo and ranboo watching the office whilst Tommy was in an interview when you received a message from your mod.

Chris: hey y/n I received this message earlier I don’t want to scare you, but maybe get the locks changed. someone sent a message claiming this is your address *image of message from ‘fan’*

it didn’t take long for tubbo and ranboo to receive a message from their mods saying the same thing

“holy shit...”

“chances are Tommy has the message too. we shall go check around the house when Tommy is done with the interview.”

luckily no one ever showed up to the house, but the fact some people were so obsessed to the point they found your address was enough to put everyone in the house on edge. and now it was just you and ranboo in the house. you didn’t feel safe as even though ranboo promised to not let anything happen, you didn’t wanna risk it.

“we should move. there’s no point in having such a big house for two people, what are we going to use the extra space for heh? hide and seek with people who have our address. no thank you. I say we move leave this mess behind and start completely over, hell I’d feel safer in the us and that’s saying something”

ranboo agreed the house didn’t have the happiest memories attached to it anymore, it hurt walking past the hallway as it would bring back the memory of him crying into the crook of y/ns neck whilst tubbo left the house.

“let’s do it, I’ll do an early stream then we can look for houses. go take a shower. I’ll stay close to the door so you’re safe, then you can stay in my room whilst I stream, you can join me if you would like.”

“you’re being very protective all of a sudden...let me guess you got the message from our mods announcing the obsessive fans are at it again?”

“go take a shower.”

“no.”

ranboo ended up picking you up, carried you to the bathroom and turned the shower on before putting you on your feet.

“quick shower I’ll see you later.”

and with that he left the room shutting the door behind him, 30 minutes later you got changed and followed ranboo to his room ready to join him whilst he streams

“hey boo, can I join you? I kinda wanna get into streaming again.”

“I'm so glad you asked, I was going to do a face cam stream, if that’s okay?”

“of course.”

you grabbed his mask and glasses whilst he locked the door so you were both safe. “here you go.”

“thank you.”

the pair of you started the stream and it was honestly going well, you were having so much fun you forgot about all the negative things currently going on, you began to understand why ranboo continued streaming as for those 2-4 hours of streaming it felt as though everything was back to normal. 3 hours later the two of you ended stream and Twitter went crazy. tweets ranged from fans talking about how ranboo was streaming with you, how Tommy was in chat, and how tubbo was modding as people who mentioned anything about their address being leaked were banned by tubbo. the one thing that caught ranboos eye was fan art and a picture of you both from the stream captioned ‘they’re platonic soulmates your honour’ ranboo went as far to like, retweet and comment on it.

ranaltboo: glad you liked the stream it was great having y/n back, think I might make them play tattletail next stream

definitelynoty/n: isn’t that the Furby game that terrified you in 2021? bring it on boo!

Twitter went crazy over this interaction, you had finally come back to social media after months of being inactive, and it looked like you were here to stay. a month later you and ranboo moved out of the house and sold it to your aunt and her wife and their three adopted children, you explained the situation and even changed the locks for them all before they moved in.

“Please do tell us if anyone shows up who shouldn’t be. we changed the locks as you were aware- oh hello little one.”

you noticed one of their children decided to cling onto your leg

“I like your hair it’s colourful!”

“Indeed it is.”

“WOAH A GIANT!”

the little girl let go of your leg and ran to ranboo asking to be picked up, unsure of what to do he looked towards you. however, you were too busy laughing about the fact he was compared to a giant.

“I'm so sorry uh if you want to pick her up you can, you don’t have to.”

“pick me up, tall man... I want to be taller!”

ranboo ended up standing next to you with an arm around your waist whilst the child sat on his shoulders happily playing with his hair.

“ranboo do not drop that child.”

“I didn't- I didn't plan on it y/n.”

eventually, it was time to leave and the child reluctantly let go of ranboo.

“bye-bye!! hope to see you soon!”

soon enough you were at a smaller house, far away from the old house, leaving behind the negative feelings. it could only get better, a week later the pair of you had settled into the new house, it finally felt like home. you and ranboo were now streaming full time again, safe to say the two of you were thriving and closer than ever.

“so I’m thinking if I hit the sub-goal today I’ll let chat pick what colour I dye my hair.”

“make it higher, and I’ll let you cut my hair.”

“Are you being serious? oh my god!”

a few minutes later you took to Twitter to announce you were going live.

y/n: kidnapping children in the sims with ranboo psst check the subgoal.

within 20 minutes you had hit the sub-goal, chat ended up picking another random neon colour for your hair.

“right hair dye and the cutting stream will be this weekend, now let’s go back to kidnapping.”

tubbo, tommy, and jack felt awful for what happened and went back to the house where you used to live, hoping to see you there so they could apologise, tubbo knocked on the door only to be met by a young child.

“my sister watches you on twitch!”

“oh that’s lovely.. are y/n and ranboo here?”

an older woman came to the door.

“oh no, I’m sorry dear they both moved out, but they left this box and said to give it to you if you returned.”

“do you know where they moved to?”

“I'm sorry dear, I'm not allowed to tell you that information for safety reasons.”

“I understand, thanks anyway.”

they ended up going back to jacks where the three of them had been staying.

“We should open the box.”

tubbo opened the box and emptied the items onto the floor, inside was the rocks y/n handed tubbo from every trip, photos of the group, a necklace y/n had gifted to Tommy a day before the argument, and a hat y/n had taken from jack during a trip to a zoo.

“what the fuck!”

“holy shit!”

“they really kept all these in hopes we would come back?”

“and now we’re too late.”

it was now the weekend you and ranboo were ready to stream, you stood leaning on ranboo who was significantly smaller than you as you lowered the chair he sat on.

“starting stream...now.”

after the starting soon intro played, you explained what was happening to any new viewers or people who didn’t watch the stream.

“so I’m about to become Edward Scissorhands...I love that film can we watch it later?”

“yeah mhm sure!”

you didn’t know this but your ex best friends were watching and ever so often would show up in the chat.

“so boo, what are we doing with your hair today?”

“just a trim please darling?”

“This is y/ns hairdressers you get what I’m capable of!”

you ended up doing a pretty good job of cutting ranboos hair, even he was impressed.

“I didn’t doubt you for a minute!”

“mhm sure thing please don’t mess up my hair tall one!”

soon enough you had the dye on. 45 minutes later you left to wash it off, leaving ranboo to entertain stream,

“chat I think I missed some of their hair it’s okay, I own scissors, I’ll just cut it.. speaking of they did a great job, didn't they? I honestly expected them to mess up.”

a few minutes later you joined ranboo again and spent the next few hours talking with chat. tubbo, tommy, and jack stayed the entire time. they loved the fact you and ranboo were able to stay close after what happened, Tommy noticed you were still wearing the necklace he got you many years ago and spammed them chat with him tubbo and jack

Tommy: THEYRE WEARING THE NECKLACE!!

jack: so what? they clearly don’t wanna talk to us.

tubbo: shut up listen to them.

“chat why are we spamming platonic soulmates?”

“they’ve been saying it all over Twitter, look on trending y/n.”

you started to blush slightly at all the amazing artwork soon enough the stream came to an end, after saying goodbye the pair of you sat together going through fan art. unfortunately the one that caught your eye was this one twitter post where the artist had created a drawing of a piece of paper with you, ranboo, tommy, tubbo, and jack, however the paper was ripped separating you and ranboo from the others, captioned ‘it was never meant to be’ this clearly upset ranboo as he took off his mask and glasses placing them on the desk before going straight to his bed.

“boo…are you okay?”

“Are you tired of me? are you going to leave next?”

“what? no of course not! I could never get tired of you, why do you ask?”

“everyone else has left..i thought they cared about us, i knew it would happen eventually and i couldn’t stop it, i’m sorry, y/n, please don’t hate me.”

you sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the floor,

“come here.”

you watched him roll over to face you.

“you know there’s no one else who I'd rather spend the rest of my life with, right…if i hated you i wouldn’t have moved house with you. it’s not your job to fix everything and make everything better, you’re a streamer for christ sake not a therapist.”

“i guess so.. can we watch that thing you were on about for ages.”

“edward scissorhands? “

“mhm!”

you could tell he wanted to be distracted, so you agreed and put the film on, towards the end you began to get upset due to how overwhelming everything was.

“Why are you crying?”

“poor Edward.”

“come here.”

ranboo pulled you into a hug you laid there crying into his chest, he knew that wasn’t the reason you were crying, but he wasn’t about to make you tell him, luckily it didn’t take long for you to stop crying as ranboo quickly distracted you.

“ranboo..”

“yeah y/n?”

“I feel bad i didnt realise how much pressure was on you whilst everyone was arguing.”

“Hey, it’s okay, is that what’s upsetting you?”

“mhm.”

“don’t blame yourself, i’d do it all over again to keep you safe and happy..then again i didn’t do a good job on keeping you happy.”

“you did..you were always there for me even when i gave up on social media, you shared your room with me after i started receiving creepy messages from that obsessed fan, hell you even went on adventures with me even though it was clear you hadn’t been sleeping, just so we could spend time together and forget about what was happening. you mean a lot to me boo.”

“i love you.”

“i love you too bud, I’m tired.”

“go to sleep, it’s been a long day.”

“okay.”

“you just staying there?”

“yes.”

“oh, oh okay, goodnight.”

about a year later the two of you were still thriving, ranboo got you a promise ring a few months earlier.

“heh what’s this for?”

“as your best friend i promise to stay by your side and keep you safe and make sure that you’re happy, in other words you're stuck with me till the end of time.”

“boo…i really don’t know what to say.. thank you so much!”

“you don’t have to say anything!”

you ended up going out to buy him a promise ring when he started the stream and decided to take your cousins with you now that they were a little older. ranboo was doing a facecam stream when the door slammed open revealing you covering your three younger cousins ranboo not realising you were hiding them from the camera, instinctively stood up covering the camera

“ranboooooo!”

“yes you three and y/n ,what do you need?”

“we would like to watch a film!”

“Okay, i’ll go put one on, y/n will you entertain chat?”

“sure thing boo boy!”

once they left you sat fixing your hair forgetting you were wearing the ring chat noticed this and went crazy, so did Tommys group with tubbo and jack.

tubbo: that’s a ring, right??

jack: yeah looks like it.

Tommy: holy shit I always thought if anyone was gonna get married it would be tubbo and y/n, they were inseparable.

tubbo: hilarious.

jack: it could just be a ring, no one mentioned marriage tommy!

Tommy: we should congratulate them.

jack: at least let them explain fucking hell.

soon enough ranboo came back into the room,

“sorry one of them found it hilarious to steal my glasses...”

“they’re little shits i swear to god but i love them.”

you both noticed chat going crazy and both looked at each other before laughing.

“i'm sorry, i can’t take you serious in the mask and glasses!”

“i can’t take you serious with neon hair, but here we are!”

“rude!”

you and ranboo quickly put an end to the rumours,

“no we’re not engaged or married, it is a promise ring. no they’re not our children, they’re y/ns cousins they just spend a lot of time here..chat stop calling me and y/n parents and comparing us to phil that’s not..that’s not how it works okay!”

“parent arc!”

“y/n, don’t encourage them!”

“it’s a little bit funny!”

soon enough the bit came to an end and eventually ranboo ended the stream.

“hey boo look what i got you”

you handed him a little black box, inside was a ring similar to yours

“i promise to always stick around and be here for you”

“oh my god”

ranboo tackled you into a hug thanking you several times for his rings. you and ranboo were living your best life meanwhile jack, tommy, and tubbo were stuck dealing with the guilt of what happened, but they’re weren’t giving up that easy. they wanted you both back, that’s when you received a notification, tommyinnit has sent you a message request: hey y/n can we talk..please?

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fan-girling-101 · 4 years ago

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Pickup Lines

Corpse Husband X Reader

Summary: Just some pickup lines from Corpse in a round of Among Us.

Warnings: Maybe some swear words somewhere and my trashy writing.

Wordcount: 1629

Definitely not my artwork. Also I’m back and not dead. Yay! Tell me what you think and please request.

Rae, being the big sister she is, begged me until I had to give in to make her be quiet, got me to agree to playing Among Us with her gang. As in Poki, Felix, Sean, Brooke AB, Sykkuno, Toast, Fuslie, and Corpse. I have never once in my entire existence played Among Us. I stream but never this game. I mostly stream the Sims 4 and I just started The last of us two. I download the game and the proximity mod Rae told me to get. After setting up my stream and greeting the early people who come early I open the game and join the discord call.

“Rae you said you have someone new to play.” One of Rae’s friends says as I join the call. I can clearly tell from the voice that they are excited.

“Yea, she’s really annoying most of the time and we share DNA.” Rae laughs causing me to gasp. “ME! Annoying imposable!! I’m the most un annoying person in the world. The audacity you have Rachell Hofstetter.”

“Guys this is my little baby sister Y/N.” Rae introduces me to all her online Among Us friends. A chorus of hi’s sound out in my headphone, really loud hi’s form some of them. “Introduce yourselves.” Rae commands the group.

“Hi I’m Sykkuno I have a plant hat.”

“Ok, um Hi I’m the better sister Y/N nice to meet you all.” I kindly say with a wave though after I realize they can’t see me. “Oh God I just waved though none of you can see me. Let’s just start before I do more weird things.”

“We still have to wait for Corpse.” I let out a small oh as I mute myself and talk to chat.

“Corpse finally you’re here!” Syykuno’s voice is the first I hear in a while. He greets the player that’s 19 minutes late.

“Corpse meet my sister Y/N, she’s our tenth player.” Rae butts in before Corpse even has a chance to talk.

“Whaddup baby.” An unbelievably hot voice makes it’s way through my headphones. I just sit there stunted for a second. His voice is Godly and amazing what I would give to wake up to that every morning.

“Uh um h-hi.” I giggle out feeling my face heat up a ton. My chat is going a million miles per hour even with slow mode. The ones I can read say something like SIMP!!!, that reaction tho, look at her blush.

“Hey, that’s my sister Corpse!”

The game starts with me being a crewmate. We all spawn around a blue circle table. I stay there for an extra bit trying to regain myself. “Rachell, how do I play?” After Rae gives me a quick rundown she leaves to the left to do her tasks. I head down to a place filled with boxes. I walk in circles around the boxes for a while just for fun when a body is reported.

“Body in Nav.” Felix says being the one to report Sean’s body.

I listen to the conversation they all have, silently observing what they have to say. That is until I’m brought into the conversation. “Y/N you’ve been silent.” Toast calls me out. “Where were you this round?”

“I was in a room.” I start off as the others laugh around me as I try to think what that place was called. “Sus” Someone says, causing me to panic. “Wait, give me a second it was a room with boxes some of them were like floating or something.”

“Storage?” Corpse asks, again causing my face to heat up. God this man doesn't even have to say anything interesting to make me blush, he could say the dumbest thing and I’d be hooked.. “Where else were you?” Toast asks clearly, trying to sus me for no reason whatsoever.

“Um… storage, I was there the whole round running around boxes. Why you so sus Toast trying to cover up the murderer are you?” I try to throw the sus back at the man.

People start voting so I vote for Toast because why not, he’s being mega sus. My white head pops up next to Toast’s name with a little black head. And Toast’s cyan head pops up next to my name. We get into the next round and Corpse insists I follow him, so I do. I mean who can say no to him, certainly not me.

“Wait here,'' he tells me. I stand in Caf in the top corner unsure if I’m about to be killed or not. Corpse walks out of my sight before walking in front of me. “Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk past you again?” He asks, causing me to become a stuttering mess.

“I um I… I got ta-task to g-go do.” I start walking away feeling my face heat up. But he follows after me.

“I'm learning about important dates in history. Wanna be one of them?” No matter where I go Corpse follows after me giving out pickup lines.

“I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?”

“Corpse s-stop following me I um I-I I have tasks.” I stutter helplessly trying to get away from him passing multiple people laughing at me.

“Can I follow you where you're going right now? Cause my parents always told me to follow my dreams!” He uses another pickup line before a pink body gets reported.

“The body is in the back of electrical.” Leslie is the first one to talk. The blush on my cheeks caused by Corpse Husband doesn't feel like going away anytime soon.

“I think Y/N and Corpse came from there.” Poki adds to the conversion by throwing the sus over to me and Corpse.

“It couldn’t have been Y/N I was with her the whole round.”

“Ye-yea yes it is not Corpse I-I um I was with him.” I stutter out. People start accusing Corpse because how unserten I sounded until Sykkuno stuck up for him saying he saw us together alot. Most of us skipped except a few votes on Corpse and one vote on Toast from me. He’s still sus.

And now the pickup lines from Corpse start again:

“I hope you know CPR, because you are taking my breath away!”

“If I had four quarters to give to the four prettiest women in the world, you would have a dollar!”

“Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile!”

“I'm in the mood for pizza. A pizza you, that is!”

“If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?”

“Do you have a name? Or can I call you mine?”

“Is your name Google? Because you have everything I've been searching for.”

“There must be something wrong with my eyes. I can't take them off you.”

“You must be a campfire. Because you're super hot and I want s'more.”

“My buddies bet me that I wouldn't be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful person in the game. What should we do with their money?”

“Remember me? Oh, that's right, I've only met you in my dreams.”

“I'm glad I remembered to bring my library card. 'Cause I am totally checking you out!”

“I'm no mathematician, but I'm pretty good with numbers. Tell you what, give me yours and watch what I can do with it.”

“Are you a time traveler? Because I see you in my future!”

“There is something wrong with my cell phone. It doesn't have your number in it.”

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together.”

“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”

“Feel my shirt. Know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.”

“I was blinded by your beauty; I’m going to need your name and phone number for insurance purposes.”

“Something’s wrong with my eyes because I can’t take them off you.”

“Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?”

“You’re so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line.”

“I know you vented Y/N. Right into my heart.”

That’s all I hear for the rest of my steam. Each time making me more flustered than the last. My face has been red all the time and chat hasn’t failed to notice, making me more flustered each time I read a comment calling me out.. We were all chilling in the lobby going to do our last game when Corpse decided to use another pick up line on me.

“Hey guys watch this, watch this!” He says getting everyone to stop their conversations. “Hey Y/N.”

“Hi?...”

“You remind me of the twenty letters of the alphabet.” He starts. I tilt my head a little confused where he got twenty from. But like sure dude.

“Corpse buddy, there are twenty six letter in the alphabet.” Sean says, correcting Corpse who somehow forgot about six letters.

“Silly me, silly me how could I forget U R A Q T.” Again the blush gets deeper.

“Hold up man you're still missing one you can’t count!” Felix yells out over the chorus of awww. From the rest.

“Don’t worry I give you that D later.” I think I died and went to heaven. Maybe hell couldn’t be sure.

“Woah woah woah THAT IS MY BABY SISTER YOU ARE TALKING TO!!!! KEEP IT PG!!!!” Rae yells out over all the people laughing and saying things.

“I think I’m broken.” I whisper in my mic, somehow over all the talking Corpse heard me. “Sorry Kitten, maybe I should come over and make you feel better.”

CORPSE was banned by Valkyrae

CORPSE was kicked from the call by Valkyrae

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brattysorcerer · 2 years ago

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hi hi! just a lil' question :DD

i'm curious about this, what did vox say? i'm trying to find what he said lately but i cannot find it ;;

also has vox apologized to reimu yet? i sadly do not have the time to watch any of the streams lately due to classes wwww;;

all i know is he called out the problematic fans on what they did judging by the tweets that had been coming up to my twt feed

i hope he did though, i was so upset when i heard what had happened to reimu and how vox threw reimu under the bus :((

so, to answer the apology question first: vox did apologize to reimu and reimu apparently also apologized to him and made a stream talking about how she needs to be better and put others first and taking blame, even though none of this was reimu's fault at all.

and in regards to calling out the problematic fans, he did! he did do that, and he set firm boundaries with his viewers during the guerilla stream but then literally like. a day or so later, at the beginning of his...sims stream, i believe, he walks back on a lot of it and tries to soften the blow. (i'm paraphrasing a lot of this) he talks about how "things feel different now." and how he feels he was too harsh to his entire base and he talks about finding a middle ground and how there has to be one and he talks about how he doesn't see a big issue with parasocial relationships and it's only an issue when you use that mindset to attack people. (spoiler alert, parasocial relationships are always unhealthy no matter what.)

and usually, there is a middle ground (look a mysta, fulgur, etc. they all have a kind and loving community without the parasocial vibes.). but in vox's situation, i and a lot of other people don't think there can be a middle ground. not after allowing this parasocial relationship to fester and grow as much as it has.

and on top of it, after listening to his little speech in his sims stream...it's very clear that vox is just as parasocial as some of his fanbase.

#[[ personal: talking. ]]

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lightsovermonaco · 3 years ago

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His Good Sweater: Chapter 14 (NSFW)

Masterlist

Thanks to @acollectionofficsandshit for being my bestie and beta reading! This would have never happened without her ❤ Make sure you read Roman Profile, set in the same universe!

Word Count: 7.0k

Recommended song: “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran

How's Austria?

Lonely.

It was all you needed to hear to have you booking a flight from Heathrow to Vienna International. The extra hours you had put in at the firm over the summer meant the last minute fare was nothing in the grand scheme of things, especially when it meant easing the ache in your chest.

The entire flight, all you could think about was taking Pierre’s surprised face in your hands and kissing him. The days without him stretched long and bled together, all just a mix of classwork and your internship. The brief before-bed phone calls from him were the highlight of your day, but even those usually only lasted a few minutes. He was busier and busier as the season wore on, partaking in interviews and press events at all hours of the day.

Really, you had been looking for an excuse to get on a plane and Pierre had given you one. You give him no warning about your arrival, ignoring the multiple texts from him that flood your phone once you touch down. The uber you order drops you at the foot of his building, the classic red brick calling you home.

You dig out the keys from your bag and open the door to his apartment as quietly as you can. You drop the key ring and freeze, expecting Pierre to dart around the corner and catch you in the act of sneaking in. Instead you hear the distinct clicking of the paddle shifter of his sim's steering wheel.

"Thank god for gamers," you sigh and drop your bags at the door.

"Charles hey, watch it!"

The throaty laugh that follows his remark has your toes curling. A week and a half apart from him was far too long.

You creep through the dim kitchen to the spacious living room. The simulator was set up in the corner opposite the windows overlooking Spielberg, the tiny town bustling with activity ahead of the weekend's Grand Prix.

"Of course my pit stop is longer, as usual," Pierre laughs, his headset blocking out the creaking floor as you tiptoe over. You know the webcam is rolling even if you can't see it, and you hold a finger to your lips. You couldn't let the guys ruin your surprise.

You crouch behind the half-reclined simulator seat and observe the three screens before him. Pierre was driving a Tauri but was still hot on the heels of his best mate in the Ferrari. You wait until after he overtakes the scarlet car a few laps later before you strike.

Pierre nearly jumps out of his skin when you slide your hands over his shoulders.

"Merde!" The wheel rips to the right and puts him in the wall. He rips off his headset and spins around, eyes wild. A smile replaces his shock once he realizes it's you. "When did you get here?"

"Only a few minutes ago. Sorry about that." You point to the screen and can hear the guys cackling through the headset as Pierre glances back to the sim and groans.

"Yeah yeah, I'm out I know," he says, "just as I took the lead too."

You lean down and snatch the headset from his unsuspecting hands. "He's got more important things to do."

You're met with shouts of excitement from Max, Alex, and Charles and you laugh. They all scramble over each other to greet you, voices jumbled together and one of them thanks you for taking out the leader and giving them a shot at the podium.

"I'm so glad we recorded the stream," Max says. "I can't wait to see what everyone says about Pierre's scream."

You open your mouth to reply but Pierre cups the back of your neck and pulls you down for a kiss.

"Oi, get a room!"

You laugh, patting Pierre's leg. He slides over as much as he can to let you perch next to him, winding an arm around you when you sit. He reaches over with the other and disconnects his headset in favor of switching to the mic hanging over your heads.

"Shouldn't you be in class right now?" He asks, low enough that the mic doesn't pick it up. The distorted scream of Formula 1 engines continues as the others keep up the race.

You shrug, laying a hand on his thigh. "You said you were lonely, what did you expect?"

"You didn't have to skip class."

You wave a hand dismissively. "It's all PowerPoint anyway and the professors upload the lectures online. I won't miss much."

"I still don't agree," he says, a grin splitting his face, "but I'm glad you're here. I haven't stopped thinking about you since I got back."

"What a coincidence, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either." You jerk your chin at the screens. "How many laps are left in this race?"

"Er, about thirty I think. Why?"

You tip your head to the side and drag your eyes over his body possessively. "Oh, no reason."

The boys chatter on in the background as Pierre's sky blue eyes go wide, immediately picking up where your mind had wandered. "Right now?"

You lean in and let your lips brush the shell of his ear when you whisper, "I think you should turn off the camera."

"Shouldn't we wait-"

You shake your head and Pierre's gaze flicks to the stream. "We can't-"

"Cut. The. Camera." You punctuate each word by sliding your hand further up his thigh until you pause at the apex. "Now."

Pierre scrambles to do as you ask, finally locating the cable and yanking it out of the sim.

"Pierre, your camera's gone out," Charles notes and you pinch your nose. You loved the boy, but god he could be dense.

"Yeah, I think it got knocked loose." Pierre's eyes dart to you as you slide out of your shorts and toss them aside. "I'll fix it before the next- um, next race."

"I think-"

"Focus on what you're doing," Max snaps, swerving to avoid a distracted Charles as he takes a corner wide.

"Sorry," the Monagosque mumbles and drops it.

"I'll figure it out," Pierre says, hands finding your hips as you swing a leg over to straddle him. You let your fingertips slide over his chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle you memorized months ago. His head falls back under your touch and he bites his lip.

It was intoxicating, how such a simple touch could have him at your mercy. All it took was dragging a finger down his sternum to have his breath coming in quick, quiet gasps, his eyes begging for you to do something.

You rise up on the balls of your feet to shimmy his shorts down his legs enough to free his cock. The slickness between your legs grows at the sight of him already hard and waiting for you. His eyes find yours and his lips form a silent plea, any and all hesitation vanishes in a matter of minutes.

A tiny sigh escapes you when you run the tip of his cock through your folds before sinking down on it. You brace your hands on Pierre’s muscled chest and give yourself a moment to adjust to the stretch and study the way the tendons of his neck bulge with the effort to remain silent.

Your movements are slow and deliberate, raising your hips just enough to make him squirm. You’re just as amazed at his ability to stay silent as you are at your boldness. You quirk a brow at him, daring him to make a sound as you sink back down, his length filling you so beautifully that you knew he was made for you.

Shallow, slow strokes are the name of the game, both of you fighting to stay silent. The thrill of being caught lights a fire in you, a knot forming in your gut within minutes. Reaching a hand behind you, you find Pierre's balls and squeeze gently.

“Fuck,” Pierre mumbles a bit too loudly and you grin. You hold a finger to your lips and slam your hips to his, the joy of his cock hitting your g spot making you see stars.

“All good over there?” Max asks, something akin to teasing in his tone.

“Pierre stubbed his toe,” you say simply, eyes siding shut as you roll your hips. Pierre goes rigid beneath you when you dig your nails into his bicep, leaving tiny crescents behind. “He’s fine.”

Thunder brews in Pierre's eyes, the only warning he gives you before the storm breaks. He slides a hand between where your bodies meet, finding your clit and tracing patterns with the rough pad of his thumb. He knew what would make you squirm and beg for more and he used it to his advantage. You clench your jaw, determined not to break like he had.

As payback, you lean forward so that your breasts bounce inches from his face with each of your strokes. His head falls back and his eyes screw shut, resisting temptation.

It doesn’t take more than a minute of you dragging your nails over his skin for him to find his high, biting his knuckle to keep back his moans as he cums, the warmth of it coating your inner thighs. Your climax comes almost immediately after, and you ride through it, limbs shaking from the effort of holding yourself up after being thoroughly spent.

You swallow his panting breaths with a kiss. "Missed you," you whisper against his parted lips.

"Merde, merde, merde. You'll be the death of me, mon coeur."

"I love it when you get worked up and let your tongue loose," you quip before wandering off to clean yourself up and find some fresh shorts to wear. You’re vaguely aware of Pierre talking to the guys on the stream, too busy trying to remember the layout of the three bedroom suite to pay much attention. It had been over a year since you had visited and in that time, Pierre had rearranged. What had once been his bedroom was now packed with old furniture and sprinkled with laundry. You frown and cross the hall to what had unofficially become your bedroom.

It was the one you claimed whenever you were in town. Pierre had gone out of his way to buy the fancy skin care and shampoo to keep in the bathroom, as well as a set of the softest bedding known to man. Last time you were here you had left behind a suitcase filled with clothes, shoes, and anything else you deemed essential to make it easier to pack lighter when you came back next.

The suitcase still sat untouched in the corner, although every other aspect of the room had changed. It was clear that this was where he had been sleeping for a while. The bed was unmade which didn’t surprise you, he never made it. His trophy from Austin sat on the nightstand accompanied by a jumble of bracelets, rings, and one of your scrunchies, likely left in that exact spot by you. Beside the small pile, his watch sits carefully placed on an old, worn out french paperback.

A frayed, faded orange bracelet catches your attention and you run your fingers over it. Someone had hastily stitched the ripped threads of the homemade friendship bracelet back together as if determined to save it to wear another day. Judging by the poor handiwork, it was Pierre himself who had attempted to fix it.

And of course he would have kept it when it broke; you’d made it for him years ago. He usually never took it off- even when his signature leather bracelets and silver rings were missing in photos, the sliver of dusty orange on his wrist remained. Fans speculated on where it came from whenever they spotted him fiddling with it in interviews and there were plenty of theories he carefully avoided confirming or denying. It had always filled you with a strange sense of pride to see him wearing it, like he was declaring how much you meant to him long before you had even thought about being a couple.

“My love,” Pierre calls, snapping you out of your thoughts. “The race is about to start.”

“Coming,” you call, snatching up the first pair of joggers you spot and sliding into them. They were slightly oversized but you didn’t care, they were comfortable and smelled like Pierre and that was all that mattered. You grab the bracelet at the last second and carefully slip it on your own wrist as a reminder to fix it when you got the chance.

Pierre cranes his neck to look at you and grins when he notices the stolen joggers and bracelet. “Thief.”

You stick your tongue out at him and plop on the couch to his right. “I haven’t had time to unpack.”

A shiver rocks you when his fingers graze your wrist. "Be careful with that. It's nearly ripped through."

You toy with the loose threads. "I'll fix it for you. I'm surprised you kept it, honestly."

"I almost lost it at the paddock. Spent a good half hour searching for it."

"I would have made you a new one."

Pierre's only answer is a raised brow. You shake your head, not wanting to bring up the breakup again and ruin the moment, seeing as you had done that enough lately. "Do you still have that mini sewing kit I gave you?"

"How else do you think I tried to save it? It's in my nightstand." You retrieve the small kit and plunk back down on the couch ready to work. Pierre chats with the boys, discussing the track surface at whatever circuit they'd voted on this time. Finally realizing you'd returned, Pierre waves to get your attention.

“How come you’re so far away?” He sticks out his lower lip and you can hear Max laugh, but Pierre pays him no mind. “Come here.”

You roll your eyes but are unable to deny his request because he was simply too cute when he pouted. You pad to the kitchen and haul over one of the tall island chairs and set it behind his sim seat. Pierre smiles at you, happy to be near you.

Savor every moment seemed to be his informal life motto. Whenever the two of you were together, doing anything separately was unacceptable. You wanted to take a shower? Pierre would join you. You wanted to cook dinner? Pierre would help and start a flour fight for good measure. With anyone else, you'd have written them off as clingy and broken it off a long time ago but Pierre was genuine.

So you let him bask in your presence as you do the same in his because you knew your time was limited. Stolen moments were all you could hope for during the racing season and you would make the most of what you had.

Before you can stop and think about it, you lean forward and press a kiss to his forehead. His smile grows until it splits his face and his eyes sparkle. “Je t’aime,” he whispers, quiet enough that it's just for you.

“I love you too, but I don’t think the boys will if you make them wait any longer.”

“Honestly Pierre,” Alex was saying, “if you have other things to do that’s fine, but at least hop off the stream so the rest of us can race.”

“I’m here,” he promises, facing forward and instantly falling into his familiar race headspace. In a split second his love drunk grin is replaced by a furrowed brow and a set jaw as he gears up for the online race. Your fingers itch to trace the lines forming on his forehead, the ones you aren’t normally treated to seeing when he was wearing a helmet.

Your phone buzzes as the boys are selecting their cars and arguing about what track they should race next.

Just couldn't wait huh? Had to get some in the middle of the stream? Not that I blame you. I'd do the same thing if I had finally come to my senses and reunited with the man of my dreams.

Shut the hell up, you type back to Daniel's girlfriend, swallowing the nerves that begin to eat away at you. If she had noticed, who else would? You push the thought away. She was unusually perceptive and that didn't mean that anyone else knew. Pierre's rosy cheeks had probably been enough to tip her off to your risqué off camera adventure.

You're lucky at least one of you kept it together. It'll keep any fans from speculating. But I do expect to hear all the details of your little surprise trip when you get back.

Oh are you planning on actually leaving Dan's apartment long enough to hang out with me for once?

Hey, can you just shut the fuck up?

Aye aye, can do. We'll grab coffee Monday. Love you bitch.

Love you too, dumbass.

"Who's that?" Pierre asks as he lines up on the grid.

"Just Dan's girl," you say, threading the needle with sunset orange thread. "Now, you gonna talk or you gonna race?"

An hour and a half later, Pierre signs off the stream after coming in fourth. The others were staying on to play some other game, but Pierre had made flimsy excuses which the guys had gracefully accepted. You wordlessly slip the salvaged bracelet on his wrist when he reaches back and he beams at you.

"Thank you. I'm glad I can wear it again."

"The offer to make you a new one still stands. I did my best but I'm not sure how long it'll last."

Pierre shakes his head. "I want to keep this one. It's special."

“You seemed distracted,” you tell him, switching gears and stretching your arms over your head like a cat in the first rays of the dawn. Pierre stands and wraps his arms around your middle, lifting you off your feet. You laugh and throw your arms around his neck. "You were definitely distracted."

"Of course I was. I haven't gotten to properly kiss you since you got here."

"Yes you did-"

He crashes his lips to yours before you can finish the thought. His tongue slides across the seam of your mouth and you don't hesitate to open for him and lay yourself bare.

"Okay yeah," you say sometime later. "That was a proper kiss."

Satisfied with his greeting, Pierre launches right into business. "Are you staying for the race this weekend?"

"Uh huh. I've got a red eye back to London on Monday morning. I figured if I was cutting class, might as well do it in style and go all out."

Pierre peppers kisses to your brow, either with excitement of knowing you'll be there to cheer him on at the garage or just due to being with you again. "Good thing I asked Sylvie to set aside a paddock pass just in case."

You roll your eyes. "Did you really suspect I would fly out here?"

"No, but it never hurts to be prepared."

You tip your head to the side. Give, give, give, never asking for anything but your time in return. "Do you ever stop to think about yourself?"

His grin is wicked and sharp. You almost kiss it right off his face. "If you think reserving those passes every weekend is purely for your benefit, you don't know me as well as you think."

"It's-" The fingers tracing patterns on the small of your back momentarily distract you. You sigh, slipping your own hand under the collar of his shirt to splay across his shoulder. "It's a little selfish, sure, but something tells me it's still motivated by you knowing I would be crushed if I flew in unannounced and couldn't be trackside."

"I promise you, it's mostly because I want you there. You're my good luck charm after all."

"Am I? What about your clover then, hm?"

Pierre shrugs. "I lost it a month or so ago. I put a picture of us in its place."

Something in your chest tightens at the offhand way he says it. That four leaf clover had once been his most valued possession. It had almost been some sort of security blanket for him, always there when he needed a reminder of the rocky, tear stained path he had travelled to be where he was in his life. The idea that a simple, likely unflattering picture of you could replace something that had meant so much to him was only further proof that coming back to him had been the best decision you could have made.

"Let me see."

He produces his wallet from a pocket and flips it open. The photo of you two is from one of your random adventures in the countryside, a glittering blue lake behind you as you both smile for the camera. The photo itself is faded and the corners edged white from how often he pulls it out to look at it.

"This is from over a year ago. Why don't we take a new one?" You suggest, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. "Something decidedly less chaste. I've got my Polaroid."

"Oh, you wicked girl." Pierre shoves his wallet back in his pocket and kisses you, lazy and unhurried.

"I've got some ideas," you start, "very few of which involve clothes."

"We've got plenty of time to get to them all."

**********

Horner was breathing down Pierre's neck Friday afternoon.

The moment he set foot in the Alpha Tauri garage, Christian seemed to materialize from the shadows and nearly snatched Pierre from your grip.

"Just remember our conversation," he had said, eyes flicking to you. "No distractions."

"If you want results," Pierre says, voice frozen over, "leave me alone and let me get it done."

"I'm just here to remind you what's at stake. I wouldn't want a preventable error to fuck up your contract."

Pierre nods, somehow appearing much more diplomatic than you expected. "Like I said, I'll deliver."

Placing a hand on the small of your back, Pierre steers the two of you away towards his side of the garage. With Christian out of earshot, there was no longer a need for you to stay silent. "Why does he care? It's only free practice. Even if it was qualifying, wouldn't it be better to leave you alone?"

"Christian isn't one for keeping quiet," Pierre says. "When I was at Red Bull, that's how it was every weekend. They didn't let me analyze the data or give me time to get in my headspace. They just crammed the idea of results, results, results down my throat and refused to give me any of the tools I asked for."

"But it's different here," you observe, indicating the garage you stood in. "They care, don't they?"

Pierre nods and collects his helmet and gloves from his shelf. "I'm thriving here and it shows. Marko gives me all the data readouts I want and lets me do with them what I will. They take my feedback and actually use it."

"They want you to do well." The atmosphere here was entirely different than that of Red Bull, even if Alpha was their sister team. "There's not so much pressure."

"Exactly."

Alpha Tauri felt like a family as opposed to the team dynamic of Red Bull. Both wanted to see their drivers succeed, but the way they went about supporting them was vastly different. Tost tutored and nurtured where Horner lectured and corrected. The Tauri crew hung out on off days exploring destinations while Red Bull members spent time in the garage. At the end of the day both got the job done and produced cars that their drivers could pilot to podium finishes, but it was the route they took to get there that made the difference.

Pyry hedges into your line of sight and smiles, bright and genuine. "Long time no see."

You hug him tight. Without a doubt, he had been Pierre's main line of defense on many occasions throughout the years, the least of which being your temporary breakup. "Thanks for keeping him in shape while I was gone."

"That's what I'm here for." He turns to Pierre. "Sorry to interrupt, but Pierre?"

"Yeah, no, I know." Pierre sighs and double checks that he has everything. "You know where to find a headset right?"

"I know my way around," you assure him. Rising up on your tiptoes, you press a kiss to his cheek. "Have fun."

"I will. Hang onto these for me," he says, handing you his jumble of leather bracelets almost as an afterthought. He leaves the orange one on, a bit of pride sparking in your chest because Pierre carried a sliver of you everywhere, even flying down the track. You slide the others on your own wrist as he pulls on his balaclava and red-white helmet. The sliver of iris not consumed by his blown-wide pupils snag you; blue, blue, blue, like the calm in the eye of a hurricane, reflecting the pressure building within until it bursts outward in a breathtaking display of power.

The intensity of it sends a shiver down your spine. Pierre knows what that expression of determination does to you, the fact that he catches you staring making crinkles form at the corners of his eyes. He shoots you one last wink before following Pyry to the car.

Free practice one saw Pierre fifth fastest and third fastest in free practice two a few hours later. Christian must have been satisfied because he didn't storm into the garage and demand an explanation, staying in his wheelhouse and managing his own drivers.

Saturday was no different; Christian hounded Pierre about the importance of a good qualifying in Austria and Pierre once more put his foot to the accelerator and proved he was worth every penny. Considering how much time Pierre had spent with his Tauri on the Red Bull Ring, he had no problem qualifying on the third row of the grid in fifth, just behind the two Mercedes and the Red Bulls.

Sunday rolled around and Pierre was more nervous than usual. It was his first race with you back at his side and he felt like he had something to prove not only to Christian but to himself.

You made him soft in a way that no one else had. One look from you had him melting at your feet like ice in a drink on a eighty degree day, begging for any scrap of affection you would grant him. Showering you with gifts was something he took pride in doing because it made you smile. He thought about you constantly, from the way you bit your cheek when you were bored and scrolling through your phone to how your laugh rolled over his skin like a shockwave.

Softness had no place in racing. It had always been a weakness for him, struggling between his drive to win and his need to balance the risks on every lap. He had things to lose, reasons to be cautious- but he couldn't dwell on them when he got in that car and rocketed down the asphalt at 300 kph.

He desperately needed to prove that his success this season hadn't been because you weren't around. It was because your absence had forced him to step back and realize that you would want him to give it everything. It had taken him this long to understand that you knew and accepted the risks that came with being a Formula 1 driver just as well as he did. You would never fault him for pursuing his dream. Once that realization had hit him he had become untouchable.

He searches for you from across the garage and finds your attention already locked on him. You swipe your index finger over your chin- a signal you'd only informed him of this morning but had nonetheless already used countless times- to tell him you loved him. You'd stolen it from Daniel and his girlfriend who had developed a complex system of subtle touches and gestures to communicate silently when they couldn't verbally. While yours was far more simple of a system it still managed to be just as intimate and reassuring.

Pierre mirrors the gesture before returning his attention to the data sheets containing free practice sector times of his competition. The garage was buzzing like a hive of honeybees around him but he only had eyes and ears for the data being relayed to him by his engineer. The cacophony of pneumatic tools and shouts meant nothing to him as he suited up and slipped into his race boots, his head a constant stream of lap times and braking points.

One last glance in your direction is all he allows himself before lowering himself into the familiar navy car that had become an extension of himself. He had seventy one laps to make up at least two places and get on the podium. Sainz and Norris both struggled on Saturday and thankfully started behind him, a good indicator that he would be able to move up in the championship as long as he could hold them off. His teammate qualified seventh, a position that would hopefully allow him to back up the rest of the pack and give Pierre some breathing room.

"Focus on defending first," his engineer advises as he pulls up to his grid spot ahead of the formation lap. "Once we build a gap we can start attacking. Yuki has been advised to hold position and help you out where possible."

"Yep copy," he replies. The desire to win courses through him, demanding his attention and narrowing his view to the tail of the navy car ahead of him and the green lights hanging in the air a few yards up the track.

The chatter in his ear goes quiet as they're released onto the formation lap, diving through the turns and weaving down the straights to bring up the tire temperature. The whine of the engine instantly muscles anything other than his immediate surroundings from his consciousness, erroneous thoughts wicking away like raindrops on his visor. The world becomes blurs of green foliage and candy cane curbs streaking past as he flies down the track. Hamilton leads more slowly than Pierre would have liked but regardless, the speed is more than enough to set his heart hammering against his ribcage.

Hamilton backs up the pack as they approach the grid, the front runners still waiting nearly half a minute for the rest of the pack to catch up. Everything fades when the green lights are replaced by a single red light, another one blinking into existence with every heartbeat. Few things beat the adrenaline rush that followed that first light reflecting off the sun-heated pavement. Pierre's right foot flutters the throttle, feeding the ever-hungry engine and teasing the rpms up while his left stays jammed on the brake. The V6 hybrid engine screams, raring to be set loose to attack.

He reacts like lightning when the lights go out, bolting away down the pit straight into turn one. Perez's wheel spin at the start meant that Pierre was already all over his gearbox as they rounded the second corner, breathing down his neck as he pulled out to make a move-

Before he can process what's happened, Pierre is sent spinning into the gravel. Counter steering be damned, he is powerless to stop the slide as the wall approaches in slow motion. Pierre is acutely aware of his breathing as he goes loose, accepting the inevitable impact.

The left front wheel slams into the barrier, suspension snapping under the force of the blow. Pierre's head snaps forward, the intensity of the hit stunning him and stealing the breath from his lungs.

He hadn't seen it coming. One second he was poised to overtake Perez and the next gravel was pinging his helmet as everything spiraled out of control.

The engine cuts out and Pierre takes stock of the incident. Ten functioning fingers and no immediate pain other than throbbed temples; that was a positive. It's impossible to hear anything over the buzz in his ears but that's a non concern at the moment.

What happened? Had he somehow clipped another car, maybe someone he hadn't seen in his mirrors? No, he distinctly remembers his engineer telling him he was clear. And now they were barking in his ear, asking after his status but he couldn't think straight.

Glancing around as much as his harness and Hans device lets him, he notices the other Alpha Tauri a few meters away in a similar state of disaster. No flames, another positive but the front suspension on both cars was broken, Yuki's front wing entirely smashed to bits. It would be DNF's for both of them, Pierre's hopes of leapfrogging Sainz in the driver's championship dashed for the time being.

A voice breaks through the haze. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm okay," is all Pierre gets out before he's undoing the harness and removing the steering wheel to cross the gravel to his teammate. He didn't care if it was the rookies fault or not, Yuki was still a friend and the priority was making sure that he was safe.

"You good?" He yells, and Yuki nods. Pierre helps the younger, clearly shaken driver out of the harness and makes sure to replace his wheel before they both leap over the barriers.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Yuki says as soon as their helmets are off. "Lance broke harder than I was expecting and I swerved, you were there-"

"Hey, it's a racing incident," Pierre says, doing his best to keep any and all emotion from his voice. Beneath the surface he was boiling, nearly shaking with the urge to punch something. Of course it was him, of course it was his teammate that went wheel to wheel and caused his demise. "Let the stewards sort it out."

"I know but-"

"It doesn't matter. We're both out and with my fucking luck, the gap in the championship is gonna grow. Just leave it, Yuki."

Yuki was wisely quiet on the ride back to the garage. If he had uttered another word, Pierre would have lost it.

The moment Pierre is out of the medical car he's hunting for you. You're the sole person that can talk him off the ledge, because he's starting to feel the cold grip of panic sink its teeth in and shake its head, tearing him to ribbons in the process. He'd needed a decent finish today to comfortably secure the Red Bull contract. Now he was a step behind and had four races to make up the deficit.

Tost pulls him aside before he can find you. "I know you're pissed-"

"I'm absolutely livid," Pierre snaps, "I don't want to go over what happened. I have time until the press start sniffing around- leave me alone."

Pierre rarely made such a request and was even more rarely upset enough to snap at his principal. Tost holds up his hands and lets Pierre go, set on his war path.

He doesn't stop for anyone, not the engineers and mechanics trying to soften the blow or the Tauri photographers. You turn away from Pyry just in time to see him approach, eyes wide as you take him in. All it takes is a single second of eye contact for him to know you'd been expecting this, for him to come to you chipped and cracked and needing to be glued back together.

"It's alright," you whisper as he crushes you in a hug. "This isn't the end. You've got time. I love you, Pierre. It'll work out."

The dam inside him breaks loose, his heart hammering as it sinks in that he could've been ripped from you today in a split second. "What if-"

"Stop. Come with me." Threading your fingers through his, you lead him down the hall. He follows like an obedient puppy, letting you weave through the halls that you somehow know like the back of your hand despite never having set foot in them.

"Sit," you say, pointing to the couch in the corner of Tost's office. He does and you immediately follow, settling in on his lap. Just the weight of you pressed against him works wonders to soothe him, the shaking of his fingers becoming easier to control with each breath that you sit in silence, letting him work through what happened.

"There's four more races." You run your fingers through his hair and guide his head forward until it rests on your shoulder. "Sainz and Norris could be dropping back in the field as we speak. You don't know that they'll even score a single point between them today."

"But if I-"

"Nothing you could have done would've prevented what happened. You were an innocent bystander to a racing incident."

"I should have seen it coming," he says weakly. And he should have. If he had checked his mirrors or turned his head he would have seen it coming and been able to react.

"Quit trying to find a way to blame yourself. If it was your fault, you know I'd call you on it."

It was true; he couldn't count the number of times you'd called him out on his bullshit. Pierre draws a rubber and petrol scented breath deep, the juxtaposition between the smell of the track and your normally flowery scent enough to ground him.

"We should get back out there," he says, reluctantly attempting to extricate himself from you. You only tighten your hold and offer him a smile that he is powerless to resist.

"You're not going anywhere until that heart of yours calms down. It's still beating like a wild stallion. What else is bothering you?"

Once he swallows the lump in his throat, he finds the nerve to speak. "It was a hard hit."

"You've walked away from worse." The soft kiss you place to his head has him drawing a shaky breath. "I knew you'd walk away today, too. You and I aren't done, so I knew you'd come back to me."

"I always will," he promises, burying his face in your neck. "We have too many adventures left to explore."

"Got that right." A hand smooths over his hair before dipping down the back of his race suit. The touch was soothing, each stroke of your thumb over his fireproofs giving him something to cling to. You don't let him move for a good fifteen minutes, comfortable sitting in his lap and running your fingers over his skin and through his hair.

Four races was more than enough to claw his way up to seventh as long as neither Sainz or Norris took a podium today. All he needed was a single win to pass them both and with the way his season had been going that was more than possible. Monaco was in two weeks time; a track where qualifying was key to finishing in the top three. The narrow streets would be a blessing in helping him defend his track position.

When he presses soft kisses to your neck, he decides it's time to get going. He misses your warmth the second you unfurl to your feet but the promise of later hangs in the air.

Tost finds him the moment he sets foot in the garage, immediately pulling him back to the pit wall. Cameras roll, the commentary no doubt turning to the fight for seventh in the driver's championship. Since news of his deal had gone public it was all anyone could talk about.

Pierre knows that no one on the team would bother you. It doesn't stop him from stealing glances in your direction every few minutes just to be sure. He can hear your shout over the roar of the pit crew when Sainz retires with a gearbox failure. His teammate was struggling just as badly, dropping places down the grid with startling succession.

Told you, you mouth. Pierre only winks and tips his head, silently thanking you.

For the remaining laps, Pierre's concentration is split between the race coverage and you, a distraction he figures he can indulge in since he's not physically in a car. It hits him then, watching your lips move in a silent plea for Max to hold off Pierre's rivals, how much he wants this to be his life forever. Not the crashes, but you in the garage every weekend, ready and willing to be his lifeline should he need it. You, only a few steps away, sensing his stare and breaking away from whatever conversation you were having to grin and swipe your finger over your chin.

Just you, at his side forever.

He already had the ring.

All he had to do was use it.

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supercantaloupe · 2 years ago

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hello! would you be willing to talk about the flaws in d20? what did you mean by structural/cultural flaws?

sure. disclaimer up front that these are just my own opinions and that i don't want them being taken as fact or being taken up with the creators of d20 directly by anyone on my behalf.

i found that the longer d20 went on/the more seasons they produce that the structure and (some of) the content get less and less appealing to me. content wise this is really very subjective; for example i'm not interested in dating sim-type stories, so Shriek Week was never going to be my thing. but even seasons with premises/gimmicks that i like on paper (like anthro characters in Mice & Murder and space sci fi in Starstruck Odyssey) i found to lose my attention as they went on. love the concepts, but the execution was lacking a little bit for me.

but i think my issues with the show structurally are my larger criticisms, and i don't think my personal taste issues with the content are entirely divorced from the structural elements. anyway, what initially hooked me to d20 with fantasy high is the fact that, unlike any other actual play show i'd come across at that point, it had several structural elements in place that grabbed my attention and held it: 1. the episodes were relatively short (between 1-2 hours); 2. the seasons were relatively short (18 episodes or fewer); and 3. the visual aspects of sets and minis were engaging and helped sort out the action but were not NECESSARY to following along. i don't have the free time or attention span to get invested in an audio-only 100-episode campaign where every episode is like 4 hours long; d20's earliest seasons were very attractive to me for this reason (plus the inventive-for-the-actual-play-genre settings and plots, but this is one thing at least that i do not think d20 has faltered in with its later seasons. the creativity and originality is still great in this regard).

so it became an issue for me, starting around Crown of Candy, when episodes started creeping longer and longer. and then seasons crept longer and longer, like The Seven (sidequests used to be an easily digestible 6 episodes and i liked that). even worse than episodes consistently being over 2.5 hours long i think was that episodes were not a consistent length: the last two episodes of Starstruck Odyssey are under 1.5 and over 3 hours respectively. i understand that a lot of this has to do with the loose and unscripted nature of the storytelling medium, and the cast/editors don't want to break up the flow of the show in inconvenient places. but from my perspective as a viewer, it's kind of exhausting not knowing week to week how much time and energy in advance i'm going to need to dedicate to a new episode of my favorite dnd show to relax and rewind. i'm someone who just does not have the patience to dedicate to anything that long without forewarning, nor do i have the schedule to accommodate that without advanced budgeting of my time and workload. and since one of d20's existing strengths imo is its serialized weekly episode release (increasingly rare in this age of streaming and bingewatching), part of the fun of d20 is watching the brand new episode when it drops every week and reacting to it with everyone else doing the same thing at the same time. when a 3 hour episode drops on a wedesnday night and i have too much shit to do to watch it, and thus i have to wait til the weekend or later to catch up, i can see exactly what i'm missing out on when i watch all my friends on discord or tumblr or whatever watching and reacting to it without me.

i also really miss the structure of the rp-battle-rp-battle episode format, particularly for the mainquest seasons. i think this was an even bigger loss for the show due to covid than the physical minis and sets (which i missed, certainly, during the pandemic seasons, but i think they worked around their absence well enough that it didn't bother me). i'm sure also the more freeform nature of Sophomore Year contributed to this change too but since that was the only full season thus far that was ACTUALLY improvised live to an audience as opposed to being completely shot and edited prior to release, i don't hold it to the same standards of scrutiny as i do the other seasons. anyway, i once again think it comes down largely to a predictability thing for me: you knew, when there was such a pattern to the episodes, exactly what you were getting into in any given week, whether it'd be battle or roleplay. moreover, you knew that each episode was going to wrap itself up in a satisfying way (not necessarily a complete way, but in a satisfying way) that prepped for the next week's episode, which also promised to have a different tone and goal. that variety was important to me, and the predictability. battles and roleplay both get exhausting and difficult to follow (or worse, boring) after too long without the other to break it up. i miss the structure of this pattern (i think started to depart from this format with TUC2 iirc, which is also the first season i watched as it was airing and got the feeling that it was becoming a bit of a slog to watch all the way through).

all of this is criticism, of course, pretty ironic considering that Sophomore Year is still probably my favorite season. but again, livestreamed. they still (mostly) kept their episode length consistent around 2-2.5 hours (finales notwithstanding lol), there was more internal variety within episodes (one 2.5 hour episode wasn't necessarily 2.5 hours straight of just rp or just battle), the gang got split up a lot more which allowed for more variety in storytelling within an episode or an arc, etc. and on top of it, i think that plotwise, they followed up Fantasy High extremely well, introducing/continuing/expanding lore without it feeling out-of-place or retcon-y. i think it having been made still mostly pre-pandemic before a lot of these changes i've been complaining about were fully implemented does link it more closely still with the style of the early seasons i liked so much, but regardless i think Sophomore Year does demonstrate that some of these traits that i don't like about newer seasons, on their own, are not bad. i just don't think they're implemented very well in recent seasons, or at least not well enough to hold my attention and excitement anymore. long episodes aren't inherently bad, but inconsistently long episodes are hard to work around in my life. a lack of a regular rp-battle episode pattern isn't inherently bad, but there needs to be more internal variety to each episode and a satisfying wrap-up to each episode (which may mean simply wrapping up each episode sooner, or it may not).

none of this is even to get into the execution of content in each season. obviously ymmv with personal taste for whether you like any given season's premise or plot beats or whatever, but i remember the many (valid) criticisms emerging surrounding unbalanced character focus and especially racial insensitivity (from the show and from the fans) with certain seasons like TUC2 and Misfits & Magic. not even to mention my own problems with the inclusion of judaism (or lack thereof)/antisemitism in the show, but i have to get to class soon, and don't have time to elaborate on that right now. this post is long enough already, and my issues with the structural elements of the show are just as strong as my criticisms of its representation issues or whatever, plus i think structural elements are easier to understand if you haven't watched every single season because they apply broadly to many seasons, while issues of representation or bad plot/character balance or whatever are only relevant to specific seasons.

#i mean if someone wanted me to elaborate on more plot/character/season/culturally specific criticisms i could #but like. in another post. if someone asked for it #and another time. cause. i have things to do today #sasha speaks #sasha reviews #dimension 20

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voiceless-terror · 4 years ago

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Prompt Care (The Magnus Archives)

Whumptober 2020 Day Ten: Trail of Blood

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Characters: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims, Sasha James

CW: Minor Injury, Blood

Summary:

Martin has a minor injury at work. Jon attempts first aid. The key word here is 'attempts.'

There was a trail of blood leading to the break room.

Martin didn’t mean to make a mess. He’s always been incredibly tidy- he had to be, really, with a mother like his. Couldn’t have her tripping over anything in the house and yelling at him later. Martin was a quick study and now whenever he left a room it tended to be cleaner than when he entered it.

So when he carelessly sliced his hand with a particularly sharp letter-opener he immediately made his way to the break room sink to bleed more conveniently and promised himself to clean up the aftermath. It wasn’t a very deep cut- it wouldn’t need stitches, but his left palm was still bleeding rather profusely. “Damn,” he cursed as he grabbed at a towel to halt the flow of blood which was now trickling down his arm. Hope I didn’t get anything on the file. Last thing I need is Jon yelling at me for ‘damaging institute property’ or whatever.

“Good Lord, what is this?” Wonderful. He turned to see Jon standing in the doorway, his nose wrinkled in disgust at the droplets on the ground. Hey, it’s not that much. It irritated him how adorable he found the expression on Jon’s face. Despite how badly his boss treated him, summoning up anger against him was not one of his strong suits.

“Just a- ah, ow- minor cut here, nothing to worry about,” he stuttered, attempting to go for a sheepish smile. He hissed as he removed the towel to inspect the wound- the bleeding seemed to be slowing down, but the giant red stain on the towel was a bit disturbing. Martin’s a deft hand at first aid but the kit was in the main break room upstairs and of course the institute wouldn’t spring for more than one. “I’ll clean it up, I promise. I’m just going to go-”

“Martin,” Jon looked faintly nauseated and to his shock, slightly concerned. He approached with quick steps, taking Martin’s arm and grabbing it rather abruptly to inspect it. He looked even more disgusted, if possible, but Martin was too shocked by his closeness to feel offended. “Hold on.”

“U-Um, alright,” he stood motionless and bleeding as Jon started to take control of the situation, fumbling through drawers. It warmed his heart a bit to think that he might actually care enough to-

Hang on.

In Jon’s hands was a bundle of cheap napkins from Tim’s last takeaway and a roll of scotch tape. And he looked... proud? He had the same look on his face that he got whenever he lectured Martin- haughty in the way of ‘I know exactly what I’m talking about and exactly what I’m doing.’ But instead of research methods it was first aid, and instead of file folders and statements it was napkins and a roll of tape. Martin was frozen in fear, unsure of what Jon had planned.

“This should do the trick,” Jon’s voice was matter-of-fact and Martin could only gape as he pressed a stack of rough napkins to his palm and held it there, ignoring Martin’s hiss of pain. “Now hold that,” he instructed. Martin did as he was told, obedient even to his own detriment. And then he watched in absolute horror as Jonathan Sims unspooled the roll of tape and wound it around the napkins, his brow furrowed in concentration as he executed his post-apocalyptic version of first aid as if they were in an abandoned McDonald’s parking lot instead of a fully-functioning research institution. Why do I find this man attractive? What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with him?

“There!” Jon said as he finished his monstrosity, looking at Martin’s hand (or what he could see of it, being a rolled up mass of paper and adhesive) with an approving eye. “That should be fine for now, right?” He looked up at Martin, his eyes asking- no, expecting gratitude. He wondered, not for the first time, how Jon had managed to live long enough to get to this position.

“Hnh,” he responded intelligently, attempting to make some sort of nod. His hand was actually in quite a bit of pain now, stinging as the napkin started to cling to the wound. Martin held it back over the sink as he was certain this makeshift bandage wasn’t going to last long (and he was also going to rip it off as soon as Jon exited the room, Jesus Christ). Jon opened his mouth to respond before noticing his closeness and abruptly back-stepping, almost hitting a chair in his haste to get away.

“W-Well,” he stuttered, and the haughty mask was right back in place, though his face was a little red. “Now you won’t bleed everywhere and I won’t have to look at it.” Jon paused in the doorway, giving him one last look. “You’re welcome.” The door shut.

Martin stood in place for several seconds, his hand still hovering over the sink. “Thanks?”

A moment later the door reopened and Martin was terrified it would be Jon armed with more tape but it was only Sasha. “What’s all this-are you alright, Martin?” She eyed him critically. “You look really pale. Why don’t you sit down?” He was feeling light-headed and rather shaky. He sat down on a chair as Sasha came over, only then noticing his hand. “Um, what is-”

“Cut my hand,” he replied faintly, laying his hand across the table as Sasha sat down. “Jon...helped me patch it up.” Sasha stared.

“Is that scotch tape and napkins?”

“It is absolutely scotch tape and napkins.”

They both stared at each other before bursting into uncontrollable laughter, tears streaming down Martin’s face as he looked at the bundle of trash attached to his hand. Sasha was no better, practically choking on laughter as she got back up. “I’m going to go fetch the first aid kit. Really, Martin-why did you let him do that?”

“I honestly don’t know,” he said as his chuckles died off. “I think I might have blacked out for a moment there.”

“You sure know how to pick ‘em. Just wait until I tell Tim.”

Sasha came back swiftly and helped him disassemble Jon’s bandage with a minimal amount of pain and replace it with something much saner. Luckily it had been on his left hand, meaning he could still type and write with his right. Jon had left a file at his desk and he still had quite a bit of work to do. But as he made his way out of the break room he noticed the file was gone- now on Tim’s desk- and in its place was a rapidly cooling cup of tea in his favorite mug. It tasted just the way Jon liked it and exactly the way Martin hated his.

He drank the entire cup.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26929954

#whumptober2020 #no.10 #trail of blood #the magnus archives #fic #tma #minor injury cw #blood cw #my writing #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #sasha james #jonmartin #jon/martin

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Girl I Met On The Internet, 2/? (Crystal x Gigi) - Strawberry

a/n: aaaa i’m so glad everyone liked the first chapter! i think this story will end up staying focused on gigi and crystal for the most part, but there is some (one sided) jankie in this chapter if you’re into that! also: just in case no one got the reference, the nickname crystal gives gigi, ‘georgia rose’,comes from the 1d lyrics “Said her name was georgia rose, and her daddy was a dentist” from their song ‘best song ever’!

gigi: are u okay :( ily crystal

crystal: yeah i just got picked on by this cheerleader that doesnt like me

Technically, she wasn’t lying. Crystal didn’t think it was too bad, considering she really only ever saw Dahlia in history class, but she still made it her mission to make that 45 minutes rough for Crystal whenever possible. This time it was pushing all of Crystal’s belongings off of her desk while she was leaving.

gigi: fuck. im sorry.

crystal: it’s fine dskjdshjgkjf i wish all cheerleaders could take notes from you and jan

gigi: yaaas me and jan invented being nice

gigi: but i was wondering if maybe you could teach me about one direction later tonight?

Crystal had tried to convince the group earlier in the week that One Direction was the best boy band ever, and had only managed to get Jan to agree. She was glad that Gigi had finally come to her senses.

crystal: finally changing your mind? amazayn!

gigi: i regret asking now. take that pun back to 2011!!!!

The rest of the day went as normal. The chat was pretty active, but eventually died down at the end of the school day. Everyone seemed to have plans; Jan was studying, Jaida was going out to hang with friends, Nicky was sleeping, and Heidi was starting a new challenge on the Sims. It appeared to be just her and Gigi, alone in the group chat.

Crystal decided to message Gigi privately, not wanting the rest of the girls to see her go into full stan mode. If someone asked Crystal about her interests, she could go hours before thinking of stopping herself.

crystal: ok miss gigi are you ready for your 1d crash course?

Crystal told Gigi everything she wanted to know and even more. A history of how they got together, way too much information on each of the five boys, telling her the best songs on each album, and making sure that Gigi knew ‘Midnight Memories’ was their best album.

gigi: but ur @ is dedicated to made in the am?? fraud!

crystal: HELPFDFHBJ

crystal: mmcrystal sounds weird… like no thanks

gigi: that was very interesting.. i’ll def listen to midnight memories in the morning <3

crystal: YAY! gigi 1d stan finally

gigi: no promises! :)

Crystal didn’t respond to that, not really knowing what to talk about now. Having a group of friends helped her be less awkward, but it definitely didn’t fix that problem completely.

gigi: do u wanna play 21 questions or something?? to get to know eachother better???

Of course, Crystal jumped at the chance to get to know the other girl better. It started very innocently, asking about favorite colors and foods. Gigi quickly changed that.

gigi: uhh… have u ever kissed a girl?

crystal: sadly no.. my state is full of straight people

gigi: same.. ur turn

crystal: this feels awkward to ask but uhhh….

As soon as she hits send, she instantly regrets it. She backtracks what she had originally typed, desperately trying to come up with another question. Crystal was not able to think of anything else.

gigi: ????

“I guess I’ll have to do it,” Crystal says, talking to absolutely no one. She types it out again, looking away from her phone as she blindly tried to hit the send button, like it would help her situation be any less flustering for her.

crystal: how long have you and nicky been dating?

Would Gigi find it weird that she asked? Gigi was the one who brought up kissing girls, not Crystal, so it would be fine. Right?

gigi: CRYSTAL WHATBDGNHSDMFD

gigi: nicky and i are not dating omg im single

gigi: she’s like my sister. plus i would never do long distance

Crystal was so embarrassed. She was relieved this conversation was taking place through a screen, so Gigi wouldn’t see her blushing face.

She was pleased that she was wrong about the two girls, but Gigi’s answer was upsetting to her.

They asked a few more personal questions before Gigi started asking Crystal would you rather questions instead. Crystal’s favorite out of them was if she would rather get a mullet or dress like a clown every day for the rest of her high school career. The answer was both, obviously.

They spent the rest of the night sending each other stupid questions, giggling to themselves. The later it got, the more Gigi would flirt with her. At least Crystal thought it was flirting.

gigi: it’s really late and i have a test tomorrow so im gonna go to sleep. goodnight, babe

Gigi always would say ‘goodnight, bitch’, and this made Crystal even more confused. The ongoing joke that lesbians had the hardest time telling if a girl is into them or not was one of Crystal’s favorites, but now she couldn’t help but wonder if that was exactly what was happening to her. There was obviously a connection between them, but it was unclear to Crystal if it was just platonic.

It didn’t hit her until later that night, while she was trying to fall asleep, but Crystal wasn’t entirely sure where Gigi lived. She knew they were in the same time zone, but wasn’t sure what state she was in. It was totally possible that Gigi lived in Missouri, but Crystal highly doubted it. Though Gigi obviously trusted Crystal enough to want to play 21 questions with her, she was still very private, and Crystal wasn’t too sure if Gigi would tell her what state she was in.

Crystal fell asleep thinking about her highly unrealistic perfect world, where Gigi lived in Missouri and where Crystal wasn’t just another Nicky.

Crystal got onto Twitter right after waking up the next morning, ready to ask Gigi if she happened to live in Missouri, but quickly got distracted with a very interesting conversation going on in the group chat.

jan!: now i may not be gay but i’m in love with a woman… 2 words jackie

jaida: i- that’s only one word

jan!: fuck

heidi: the way i can’t tell if you’re joking or not

jan!: the way i don’t think i am joking

gigi: YAAS about time u admitted that u like her

crystal: hold on i thought jan was straight?? who’s jackie???

nicky: do you really think a straight person would hang out with us?

crystal: good point

jan!: I AM STRAIGHT! i think? i don’t know i’m so confused.

heidi: jackie is jan’s local @ crystal

gigi: jan be like: im straight.

gigi: but also jan is like: wow jackie is so pretty and she’s so funny and smart i’m going to fail geometry so she can tutor me but no homo!

heidi: the delusion janice has…

jaida: not to be serious but if you think you like jackie, you probably aren’t straight baby. everyone else hush and let her talk

nicky: ^^ yeah jan what happened

jan!: first of all i did not fail geometry i just said we should study together so we did!!! and have been for months! but last night i couldn’t focus at all bc she’s so pretty all i wanted to do was k*ss her out of nowhere

In a way, Crystal could definitely relate. Gigi wasn’t her local, she still didn’t know what the girl looked like, but she still kind of wanted to kiss her. She couldn’t focus on anything besides Gigi sometimes, not like she would ever admit it.

All of the girls had sent many comforting messages addressed to Jan, saying that it was okay, and she has all the time she needs to figure out her feelings. Afterwards, everyone had gone back to being playful. Gigi also tried to convince her to make a move on Jackie, which Jan refused.

gigi: if u talk to her u guys can get married <3

crystal: gigi you’re so stupid i love it

jan!: omg did someone say stupid love??? stream!

gigi: crystal back me up :(

crystal: i might’ve found out who jackie is only 10 minutes ago but i will cry if jan doesn’t talk to her right now

jan!: better start crying bc i dont think i can even look at her now

jaida: that’s not saying much at all. you cried the other day bc gigi sent a pic of her dog

crystal: I AM A NANCY STAN FIRST AND A HUMAN SECOND!!

Crystal knew she looked like an idiot, walking to her locker with her eyes glued to her phone and a dopey smile on her face but she couldn’t care less.

The day actually went well for Crystal. The highlight of her day was finding out that the story she wrote for her creative writing class had gotten the highest grade out of everyone in the class, earning her a piece of candy.

crystal: just got candy and a 99% on my story for class… i truly have the mind of a mastermind

jaida: beauty and intelligence in one combined!

Navigating through the halls was much more difficult when your eyes are glued to your phone, but replying to a meme Jaida sent seemed much more appealing to Crystal than getting to her seventh period without worrying about bumping into someone. And bumping into someone, she did.

“What the actual fuck, weirdo?” Dahlia yelped, looking extremely offended, “Get off of your sad, cracked phone and watch where your dumb ass is going.”

Crystal just stared at her, frozen in fear. Dahlia taunted her daily, but this was very different from how she usually acts towards her. It was quite terrifying.

“I swear to God, if you ever look at me, let alone fucking touch me again-” She continued, but before she could finish her statement, she was interrupted by her friend, Georgina running over and pulling her away.

Crystal didn’t think Georgina shared Dahlia's hatred for her, and Crystal didn’t hate Georgina either. Georgina actually seemed very sweet besides the fact that she had never bothered to step in on the rare occasion Dahlia happened to target Crystal outside of class.

“Can you please leave her alone? We don’t have time for this.” Georgina groaned, looking back at Crystal, flashing her a quick smile, before turning around to escort Dahlia to what Crystal assumed was cheerleading practice.

“But she bumped into me!” Dahlia whined, not used to being interrupted like this.

“Really? Wow, funny. I don’t care.”

Once they were out of sight, Crystal was alone again. She pulled out her phone and went to check if anyone had said anything else in the chat; just Jan freaking out, because Jackie had smiled at her in the hallway.

heidi: everyone say i if you think jan should stop being a baby and ask jackie out

jaida: i

crystal: i

jan!: WTF

jan!: friendship ended with heidi, jaida and crystal. now nicky and gigi are my best friends

jaida: they would say i too if they were online and you know that

jan!: i don’t need friends! they disappoint me!

Crystal decided to not use her phone while she was walking home, not wanting to have a repeat of the Dahlia situation. Her after school routine changed a lot in the past week, making a rule to not check Twitter before completing her homework. Her Twitter addiction was getting worse, but since it was also causing her to be more productive with doing her homework, she saw no issues with it. Once she had finished, she picked up her phone to see that Gigi had messaged her less than a minute ago.

gigi: hey clown :) im done w practice

crystal: WHY AM I A CLOWNDFSHDM

gigi: u just have clown energy. i cant and wont explain

crystal: honestly yeah i see it but can i at least be your clown wife or something

gigi: yeah <3 hey clown wife! i listened to most of midnight memories and it was really good! my fave song is u and i

If that’s not love, then what is? If that’s not friendship, then what is? Crystal had never been able to get anyone to listen to anything she recommended, ever. She was filled with glee, double tapping the message to heart it. It meant a lot to her.

crystal: YAYAYAYAYA im so glad but it looks so ugly when you spell it like that

gigi: my fave song you and i* >:(

crystal: better

gigi: if i have to stop spelling it as u to make you not divorce me i will

Crystal knew deep down it was just a joke, but it made her heart race. The feeling she got every time Gigi would flirt with her was very unfamiliar, but very nice. It didn’t help that Crystal thought ‘You and I’ was one of the most romantic songs One Direction had, she couldn’t help but make the fact Gigi liked it out of all of the other songs into something it was not.

This reminded her of her late night thoughts. She had completely forgotten to ask Gigi where she lived, but the idea didn’t seem the greatest now that she was fully awake. She was still curious though, so against her better judgement she asked, without a segway or anything.

crystal: i forgot to ask but what state do you live in? asking for science

gigi: oh i live in missouri

crystal: omg me too

gigi: i don’t wanna reveal where but this is amazing.. maybe we won’t have to break the distance at all <3

Pleased that she somehow got an answer, Crystal changed the conversation into a discussion of ‘Midnight Memories’, and if Gigi agreed with the opinions Crystal had shared the night before. She did, for the most part and before they knew it, it was time for Gigi to go sleep. Had they really talked all evening?

gigi: i have to get up early so i need to go to sleep but im really glad jan added u to the gc

crystal: and im happy you asked me about one direction!

gigi: me too. ur cute when ur passionate. i hope we can continue to grow closer

crystal: i’d like that.

gigi: goodnight, my clown :)

crystal: goodnight, georgia rose

gigi: U DID NOT

gigi: my full name isnt even georgia and dad isnt even a dentist but i’ll allow it bc i know u think u invented comedy

gigi: ok gn now <33 luv u

crystal: gn!!! sleep well

Crystal wanted them to stay like this forever.

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #crystal methyd #jan sport #jaida essence hall #heidi n closet #nicky doll #dahlia sin #crygi #lesbian au #high school au #social media au #girl i met on the internet #strawberry #submission #s12

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mrs-i-have-too-many-biases · 4 years ago

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{1} Sorry, there goes your image >> S.C.

Scenario: *BREAKING* Youtuber couple Seo Changbin and Y/n Y/l/n are going viral! And that all because our favourite gamer girl has exposed her dark rapper boyfriend to be an actual softie! Type of content: Headcanons AU: Youtubers!AU || Dark Rapper Youtuber!Changbin || Wholesome gamer Youtuber!Reader || Tropes: Best friends to Lovers Genre: Fluff/ Humour Pairing: Seo Changbin X Female Reader Word count: 4K Special Credit: Shout out to @klynvan for helping me setting up the story

Introduction <> Next

AU Masterlist

“AAAH!”

ゞ◎Д◎ヾ

“WHAT?” Changbin yelled

As he hurried into her room

“I GOT AN ISLAND WITH PEACH TREES!” SHE SQEUALED

⊂( ・ ̫・)⊃

Whilst waving her Nintendo switch

(❀｣╹□╹)｣*･

In her best friend’s face

He sighed

And shook his head

Whilst smiling fondly

Y/n and Changbin had known each other for years

They went to school together

And people could always see

A huge aesthetic gap between the two

Changbin loved to wear black

(;¬_¬)

Sometimes there would be a bit of red

or any other dark tinted colour peeking through his outfits

But the dark aesthetic matched his image as rapper

He never talked to anyone

And he always seemed to have a frown

Plastered on his face

He was pretty much an outcast

And people were bothered by that

Y/n on the other hand

♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

Was known as the lovable girl

who everyone seemed to be crushing on when she started to

hang out with Changbin

Before that

She was quite geeky

She still is

But back then

Nobody seemed to be actually interested in her

She was usually alone

Y/n was known to be shy besides

People thought she had ‘weird’ interests such as

Her huge love for flowers and plants

Video games were also something Y/n had always loved

And now

Boys loved the fact that she was obsessed with video games

She especially loves Mario games,

Minecraft,

animal crossing,

the sims series and many others

They would ask her to play games together

But no one seemed to be actually interested

to approach her

Mostly because her best friend

Changbin

wouldn’t let them

People just couldn’t wrap it around their finger

the fact that

a girl like Y/n was spending most of her time

with a guy like Changbin

Girls were jealous of Y/n

Thinking that she acted the way she acted

to get Bin’s attention

Changbin was hot

No one could deny that

Boys envied Changbin’s muscles

He was often seen at the gym

Where he would be working on his biceps

Making the girls swoon who were there at the scene

Y/n would be there sometimes as well

Usually she was cheering him on

And holding onto his water

She admits that she looked kind of goofy

But Bin loved having her around

And she loved being around him

He would have her try to pick up one of the dumbbells

She was quite strong

(ง •̀_•́)ง

And was able to lift weights

But she couldn’t compete with the muscles Changbin had created

They both remember

It clear as day:

The day when and how they met

Changbin was strolling through the halls

Minding his own business as usual

He heard some voices echoing through the place

But he shrugged it off since he was in a public area

He recognised the voices

They were the jocks of the school

And if Changbin heard it clearly

They were bothering someone

“Can I go through?” A small voice was to be heard

“Oh she can talk! Such a pretty voice, you should talk more for us sweetheart.”

One of them smirks as they caressed Y/n’s cheek

“Please leave me alone.”

“But we want to get to know you better-“

“She asked to be left alone.” Changbin had interrupted

as he decided to interfere

“And who the hell do you think you are?”

“Someone who doesn’t harass other people.”

Changbin replied smartly,

Catching the jocks off guard.

Y/n in the meantime was shaking and

on the brim of tears

The jocks eventually scoffed and walked off

Leaving Changbin with an overwhelmed Y/n

“Are you alright?” He asked her carefully

o(╥﹏╥)o

“N-NO DON’T CRY!”

“HNNG I’M SORRY!”

｡･ﾟ(ﾟ⊃ω⊂ﾟ)ﾟ･｡w

Changbin couldn’t hold up his act as dark and mysterious

As soon as he came in contact with her

He was taken back when she pulled him into an embrace

As she continued to cry

And he didn’t know

What else to do

Except patting her back comfortingly

And that was the very beginning of Bin realising that he

Indeed had a soft spot

And that spot was specially reserved for

Y/n and Y/n ONLY

(ﾉ≧∇≦)ﾉﾐ ┸━┸

Time passed and

Their time at school sooner but later had ended

They two had graduated together

Around that time

When they had their finals

And basically had to decide

what they wanted to do with their lives

the two had been joking about beginning a YouTube channel

People around them would laugh at them

And were certain of the fact that they would fail

That they shouldn’t even bother to try

The inseparable pair would share a look

And often shrug other people’s comments

About their new shared dream

This made people think even more differently of them

The two outsiders

Who want to do something with their life

That hasn’t have a guarantee of having a stable financial state

Later on in their life

They all just thought they were insane

Changbin’s parents thought so too

His older sister joked and told him to do it

(￣ω￣)

Mostly so she could be the ‘success’ of their family

She never meant it in a harmful way

She loved Y/n

So did the rest of the Seo family

Y/n had a very sweet and wholesome effect on Changbin

Which was something they hadn’t witnessed

Ever since he turned 14

His sister supported him through thick and thin

And eventually helped their parents support him as well

Y/n hadn’t had any difficulties talking to her grandmother

About her change in career path

Her grandmother,

who she grew up living with,

wanted Y/n to be happy

To enjoy the little things as long as it last

She would always tell Y/n that

even if she wanted to simply

a dog walker for the rest of her life

because she likes it

she wouldn’t dare to stop supporting her

she loved her too much for that

｡ﾟ(*´□`)ﾟ｡

And so

Y/n and Changbin’s journey began as youtubers

The beginning of their career

Was quite awkward and tricky

As they didn’t own any big platforms yet

One day

Changbin had decided to put his rapping skills aside

For one video

To cover a song

He didn’t think too much of it

But sooner enough the video went viral

“Dark rapper with multiple talents”

He couldn’t believe it

And Y/n couldn’t be happier for him

♥｡･ﾟ(ﾟ⊃ω⊂ﾟ)ﾟ･｡♥

Not much later

As Y/n was streaming whilst gaming

He appeared into her room

To check up on her

“CAN YOU STOP FUCKING SCREAMING-“

( #`⌂´)/┌┛

“HDHBAF DON’T SWEAR I’M STREAMING-“

(((ง’ω’)و三 ง’ω’)ڡ≡

“WELL STOP SCREAMING THEN”

“BUT THEY’RE KILLING ME!”

“THEN KILL THEM BACK!”

“IT DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?”

“I’M PLAYING MINECRAFT!”

“OH!”

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

…

“and did you kill him?”

“no I had to respawn”

｡ﾟ(ﾟ∩´﹏`∩ﾟ)ﾟ｡

“MOVE I GOT THIS!”

y/n: (づ￣ ³￣)づ

A couple days later yet another article about them was written

As this time

Y/n’s stream went viral

To people loving their banter

They saw the clove in between their aesthetics

And the public became obsessed

And that was only the start of their success

Y/n had gained thousands of followers and subscribers

Changbin did as well

People now were actually appreciating

And cheering onto Changbin’s music

He felt happy that there now were finally others

Beside his family and Y/n who loved the music he produced

Y/n was also gaining attention

Due to her lovable personality and sweet interactions with her fans

She loved talking to them as she streamed

or whenever she catches them on social media

People felt included

and they loved that about her

And because so many people had requested

To Y/n and Bin to make videos together

They started their shared channel

Where they actually rarely uploaded on

“GIVE US A VIDEO TOGETHER”

“WE NEED MORE BINXY/N VIDEOS”

“DO Y’ALL ACTUALLY LIVE TOGETHER?!?

BECAUSE IT SURE ENOUGH DOESN’T LOOK LIKE IT”

….

Y/n:

Bin:

*A-cup-of-Y/n notification*: Watch me look for my favourite animal crossing villagers!

*Seo Changbin notification*: Trying to produce a rap in an hour *STRESSFUL*

Fans: (」ﾟДﾟ)」

They loved the content anyway

“Y/N! WE’RE OUT OF COFFEE!”

┻━┻ミ＼（≧ロ≦＼）

“SEO CHANGBIN PUT THAT TABLE BACK ON HIS PLACE!”

“BUT COFFEE-“

“CHANGBIN!”

‎(ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻

Bin: (つ﹏<。)

Y/n: =͟͟͞͞ =͟͟͞͞ ﾍ( ´Д`)ﾉ

“AAAH YOU BIG BABY WE’LL GET YOUR DARNED COFFEE THEN”

Bin: ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

And so the two of them went to their closest café

To give Bin his addition to his caffeine addiction

Bin was smiling like crazy

As he waited impatiently for his best friend

To get her stuff

“CAN YOU BE ANY SLOWER?!”

(˃̥̥ω˂̥̥̥)

“CAN YOU BE ANY BRATTIER?”

(((c=(°ロ°;q

(」゜ロ゜)」

“HUSH I NEED CAFFEINE”

“WELL IF YOU DIDN’T CHUCK THE ENTIRE THING LAST NIGHT

TO PRODUCE ON YOUR STREAM

WE WOULDN’T BE IN THIS POSITION RIGHT NOW!”

@(。・0・)@

“HEY THE SONG TURNED OUT TO BE A BOP!”

((งง •̀•̀__•́•́))งง

“AND YOU WOKE UP SO LATE TODAY I THOUGHT YOU DIED!”

o(╥﹏╥)o

“ENOUGH TALKING LET’S GET COFFEE!”

There was one thing Bin forgot

Since it was 2am in the morning

And there was almost certainly not any coffee made at this hour at most café

They had to travel half across the city

To finally stumble upon an unknown café

Changbin stormed in and didn’t hesitate to order his usual:

An iced americano

Y/n chuckled slightly to herself

As she watched her friend

Who couldn’t be more delighted with his coffee

“Wait? Y/n?” A sudden voice called out

Snapping Y/n out of her thoughts

She made eye contact with the barista

and recognised the old classmate

“Hey! I didn’t notice you!

How are you?

Aren’t you tired?

It’s almost like three o’clock!”

Y/n bombarded him with questions as she smiled brightly

Changbin looked up from his phone

And looked back and fort

between Y/n and the guy behind the display

Changbin also recognised the guy

And recalls a sudden memory of him as well

He was one of the people who dared to call out

his and Y/n future failures

he was one of the few people as well who

liked to pester them

with the idea back then that they wouldn’t be able

to make a career out of it

Changbin wanted to shove it in his dirty little face

‘HA LOOK WHERE WE ARE AND WHERE YOU CERTAINLY AREN’T

WE’RE OVER HERE BEING LOVED BY THE WORLD! SUCCESFUL AS EVER

AND YET HERE YOU ARE STANDING SADLY BEHIND A COUNTER,

DOING PROBABLY NOT MUCH WITH YOUR LIFE!’

ヽ(#ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ┌┛Σ(ノ´Д`)ノ

Is what Changbin would have loved to yell into his face

But the universe had something else in mind.

“Look, I don’t know if you remember, but I was a dick back in high school. I said some terrible things to you guys and I wanted to apologise. I hope you can forgive me for my unthoughtful and foolish acts back then.”

He said.

Changbin didn’t buy it

But Y/n felt like everyone deserved a second chance

Her heart was simply too big

And too willing to forgive

“That’s okay, we were all young once,

we all made mistakes and if you learned something from it

and if you cringe when you think back about it,

that only means you’ve grown.”

(＾▽＾ʃƪ)

Barista:

╥��╥

“WHY ARE YOU SO NICE!?!?”

(」｡≧□≦)」

“doesn’t everyone deserve a little act of kindness?”

Barista pt2:

ಥ_ಥ

In the meantime Bin was watching his friend comforting

Their old classmate

He shook his head slightly

‘You’re too good for this world.’

He said to himself

“(>ლ)”

But he was sure that many people knew as well

That Y/n had a heart of gold

The barista had told them to wait for a little longer and sooner enough came back with a hot cup of hot chocolate for Y/n

“It’s on the house, I’m sorry once again.”

“Hey you were mean to me too back then? Don’t I get a free drink?”

Bin asked with his head cocked to the side.

“Y-you already paid for you drink.”

(´ ˙○˙ `)

He stuttered

Still clearly intimidated by Changbin

“I can give you a cupcake?”

“Will do.”

The pair were setting up their equipment

To shoot a QNA that had been highly requested

They realised that they never really had sat down

And talked about their school years together

So they went on their Instagram and asked their fans

What they wanted to know about them

Sooner enough the two were sat in front of the camera

And laughing at the questions they received

‘What is something that everyone looks stupid doing?’

“WAIT WAIT”

（〇o〇；）！！

Y/n started

Bin looked at her in horror as he knew what she was going to say

He had his face already hidden in his hands as she began to speak

Or well more rant

“this one time

When we were still in school

And we were on our winter break

This bean was too lazy to go out

And get a hair cut

And he didn’t wanted anyone to do it for him

Because he was too scared that someone would mess it up

So instead, he grew it out.

It grew so long in such a short time that he could wear it in a ponytail.

This kid,

He put his hair in a ponytail and I watched him do it

And it looks so stupid

Like why do we bend over so far to do it

It looks idiotic

AND THEN

He comes out of the shower with his pants on and his towel wrapped

On his head

Like most girls or other people with long hair will do, but

I realised how dumb we actually look

It’s honestly even funnier when you see him do it-

Wait I might have pictures-“

“JAFDJGBKF ENOUGH, NEXT!”

（三・o・）

“BUT I-“

“YEAH YOU’VE EMBARRESED ME ENOUGH AND NEVER AGAIN.”

(┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

‘What is your best high school memory together?’

Y/n thought for a while before sharing a look with Changbin

They smiled at each other as they exactly knew

“Okay this is another story

Our year was obsessed with the idea of having a prom

And since we live in South Korea

It isn’t much of a thing over here

So, we all saved up and had a prom in some rich kid’s backyard

Because he didn’t live in an apartment like most of us do.

The ‘prom’ was quite fun to be honest.

People looked gorgeous and everyone seemed to be having a great time.”

“Yet we weren’t.” Bin chuckled

“Yup, we weren’t really enjoying ourselves.

As you guys know,

we were pretty much the outcasts.

Nobody was talking to us

Or even looking at us

We were fine and trying to enjoy ourselves

But we decided to get out early

Even though we put our own money into the event.

Bin and I would’ve gone to the nearest subway and took it to the park

Where we just sat in our formal wear

We laughed

We ate

And we just had a great time

With just us being together as a pair

We got some weird looks from bystanders

But we didn’t care

I think big crowds were never really something meant for us

We just enjoy each other’s company the best

And that’s what made that night so memorable.”

‘Who is the bigger foodie?’

“Have you seen this muscle pig-“

三ヾ(ヽ*ω*)┌┛★

“EXCUSE ME”

“BOI HAVE YOU SEEN YOURSELF

YOU NEED FOOD TO GROW-“

“STOP INSULTING MY HEIGHT-“

“I WAS TALKING ABOUT YOUR BICEPS!’

ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ┌┛Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ

The video went on with some more questions

And even a small promotion of Changbin’s rap/ produce unit

3RACHA

He would tell the viewers to check out his livestream

that he was planning on streaming later this weak

after the QNA had uploaded

The day it came out

There were thousands of people watching him

produce new music for the unit

He was deeply concentrated

And asked people for their opinion

as he was carried away in the process

Until Y/n suddenly bardged through the door

with a hot plate of cookies in her hand

That she had made for her own channel

“Y/n, I’m busy- are those COOKIES?”

(*⌒ڡ⌒*)

She laughed as she set the plate in front of him

Before taking a seat closely next to him

She asked what he was up to

And he proudly showed off what he had up to now

As he was showing off

A coupe of fans’ true colour shined through

As they began to send toxic words into the comment section of the stream

Sooner enough Changbin had noticed and read them

(WARNING: VILE WORDS AHEAD PURELY FOR FICTION PURPOSE ONLY)

‘Such an attention seeking whore, why is she even living with him? I bet she’s just doing it for clout.’

‘Pathetic bitch, are your views low lately? Is that why you appear in our Binnie’s streams?’

‘Gtfo we’re not here to see your ugly pathetic face, you’re lucky Bin outshines you, or else everyone would be gagging.’

‘So pathetic to see someone act innocent and cute when she in reality manipulates everyone for clout and views. She’s doing this all for the fame people, don’t be fooled!’

Changbin had enough and couldn’t read anymore

He had sat back and wrapped an arm around Y/n

“Alright, we’re going to stop right now with the fucking hate comments.

I will report them all and ban you from this site.

Leave her the fuck alone, am I understood?”

Bin’s tone was deep and intimidating

and immediately stopped the toxic.

Fortunately there weren’t just toxic people watching the stream

But there were many people

Who loved Changbin’s and Y/n’s dynamic

They loved the contrast between the two

And they admired Changbin’s passion for music

And Y/n sweet, soft and supporting personality

They complimented each other so well

And the fans couldn’t get enough of them

Fans were also quick to defend Y/n

And her kind image

Spreading loving words to her

As they had noticed the sadness in her eyes

They knew she had read the comments

Bin knew she had read the comments

｡ﾟ･（>﹏<）･ﾟ｡

“Don’t listen to them, you know you’re worth so much more.”

He whispered into her hair a he hugged her from the side

Making the comment section freak out

At their bond

The stream would end soon after

Since Changbin didn’t had the concentration anymore

And he felt like he needed to be comforting Y/n right now

She had moved to the couch and sat there sulking

Bin felt his heart ache a little

He’s so used to see Y/n in a glee

That he rarely saw her upset

He tried to cheer her up by teasing her a little

Squishing her cheeks

Ruffling her hair

Doing funny faces

You name it

But nothing seemed to work

But then he knew it

“You want to go out for dinner?”

Her head shot to his directions

(;•͈́༚•͈̀)

As she looked at him with big glossy eyes

Cutely nodding yes

Before they walked out the door

Not much later they were sat at a nice restaurant

Munching on some dumplings

Y/n had her face stuffed with them

Making Bin laugh cutely at her

“You want some more dumplings, Dumpling?”

Y/n almost choked at the sound of her old nickname

Making her lean back and whine cutely

(⊃‿⊂)

“NOOOO~”

(((ೕ( ･ㅂ･)و )))

“YESSSSS~”

They would fall into a fit of laughter again

(ノ＞▽＜。)ノ(ノ＞▽＜。)ノ

Before they continued to eat

He was relieved that she felt a little better

But he knew that her mind was still on the toxicity

that the comments had left

After dinner

She assumed that the two would go home

But instead

(。･o･｡)

Changbin had grabbed her wrist

And pulled her to their favourite arcade hall

She shot him a smile

And hugged him

Whispering a ‘thank you’ before they ran off to have some more fun

The two would kill it at a dancing game

They would drum their ears off at Taiko no Tatsujin

Changbin also won themselves a price by getting a new high score

As he tested his strength

They also spend half of the money they brought on claw machines

Y/n won something as well

Which she was super excited about

♪((└|o^▽^o|┐))

“I WON!”

“at what cost? You spend like 20 bucks on that thing, we could’ve gotten that in a store for 15-“

ヽ(*´∀`)ﾉ┌┛

“BUT WHAT’S THE POINT I EARNED THIS.”

“Whatever you say.”

He chuckled

The two would walk on and Y/n’s attention was caught

By a big duck that was laid in an extra-large claw machine

Changbin had noticed her staring

And he knew that she wanted the duck

But the two were quite tired after a long day

And he also was aware of her not having enough money on her

To actually be able to win it

“Y/n, can you get us a drink?”

He asked as he almost shoved the money into her hands

( ¬_¬)

“What is there something wrong with your feet?”

She sassed back

“No, but I don’t want to interact with other humans~” He whined

Making Y/n roll her eyes

“Fine.”

She took the money and left to find a vending machine

As soon as she was out of view

Changbin took out his card

He swiped it on the machine

And got ready to play

But to his surprise

He got the duck in one go

(ﾉﾟοﾟ)ﾉ

He just stared at the shining ‘winner’ sign

And laughed loudly to himself

Before he quickly took out the huge duck that costed him less than 5 bucks.

Y/n was back

But sooner enough greeted by not Changbin

But a big fluffy duck that almost hid Changbin entirely behind itself

“Hey sorry, I went to the toilet as well,

I just had to post this cute win on Instagra-DAJADGA BIN?”

She squealed out in surprise when she met eyes with a big ass duck

“Behind it!” He said with a muffled scream

Before he turned

So they could look each other in the eye

ლ(^o^ლ)

…..

“WHAT EVEN-“

“I saw you looking at it, I knew you wanted it.”

‧˚₊*̥(∗*⁰͈꒨⁰͈)‧˚₊*̥

“YOU WON THIS FOR ME?”

“of course, why would I want a duck?”

‧˚₊*̥(* ⁰̷̴͈꒨⁰̷̴͈)‧˚₊*̥

“KJFHGDFBGSFDJGDNFGD”

“Was that a thank you?”

ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ

“JKGTHANK YOU YOU’RE THE BEST HNNNNG!”

She squealed before she ran up to him to side-hug him

‘Everything for you.’

´͈ ᵕ `͈ ♡°◌̊

Gifs aren’t mine

Introduction <> Next

AU Masterlist

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blue-honeycomb · 5 years ago

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Quiet Devotion 4 [Hawks x Reader]

I'll edit this at a later date...

Summary: Part 4 of the 'Quiet Devotion' series… Somehow this story's managed to wring yet another part out of me. What am I doing with my life?

Reader Details: Emotional, humble, loyal, introspective, independent.

Quirk: Life Fiber (A.K.A Soul Silk).

Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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Six Years Ago

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Fast doesn't even begin to cover the sheer speed the winged hero is capable of, and coupled with his reaction time and environmental awareness he seems down right inhuman at times. As far as you can tell there are few skills he's incapable of executing mid-combat and you find it all the more admiral that a considerable amount of that talent is focused on support and rescue work. It says much for his character that life takes precedence over the promise of glory

Memories of darkness and pain nip harshly at the back of your mind, the fear that'd overcome you when the car fire had finally died out was printed red on the backs of your eyelids. You can still smell the stench of burning gasoline and the heavy tinge of sweet iron, the feel of sand in your hair.

You dream of it sometimes, even a year later. You don't usually get back to sleep afterwards either, despite the tear inducing exhaustion riping painfully though your body. Instead you pull up the 24/7 Hero News website and hope that you'll catch a glimpse of red feathers flashing across the screen, hear that smooth, masculine voice quipping at his comrades, snarking at his opponents.

Anything to make you feel safe again. Anything to remind yourself that the dark of your room is only temporary, that the blankets tucked tightly (too tightly, always too tightly) around you are soft and pliant under your hands.

The news plays in the background as you finish washing the night's dishes, reporters droning on about Hawk's exploits in a seemingly endless stream of praise and condescension. Rapidly cooling water drips down the front of the kitchen sink and soaks the front of your shirt despite your best efforts, and you take a moment to unstick the cloth from your skin with water-wrinkled fingers.

The fabric is sopping in some places still, heavy and discolored with dish water despite the wringing you give it. The rain outside seems to somehow add to that feeling of dampness despite you having not been outside all day, the pitter-patter of icy droplets battering your window like icecubes caressing your spine.

It's as you lament the condition of your clothes and the weather that the beginnings of a though begins to take root in your mind.

'If only my clothes were made from my quirk.' You thought exasperatedly, not for the first time, while entering the livingroom to watch the rest of the report before you had to do laundry. 'Then I'd never have to worry about wet clothes again.'

On the news Hawks stands before the cameras with his trademark devil-may-care smile on his lips, eyes half-lidded and entire hero persona picture perfect but for the way his clothes seem to sag and darken unevenly from the rain. A more aggressive reporter manages to sneak in a baiting question about the teenager's glaring inexperience in the field and the winged hero quips back in response, water dripping from the tips of his long deflated hair.

He looks miserable standing in the rain, the bright colors so characteristic of him dulled and darkened by the gray overcast, by the rain soaking him to the bone. Even as he's smiling you can tell it doesn't reach his eyes, barely even manages to fully form on his lips as question after intrusive question is hurled at him from the hoard of intent faces. You don't miss the way he glanced to the side occasionally, towards a rail thin man standing quietly beside him, meeting the teen's gaze every time with a narrow-eyed stare.

You don't think you've ever seen Hawks so unhappy before. Not on the battle field with hellfire raining down around him, nor any of his interviews with a panel of venomous snakes breathing down his back. Not even when he'd misstepped during his first solo multi-villian battle and had more than half of his left wing exploded right off his back.

No. You'd never seen him looking so miserable before and more than anything that quiet discontent in his eyes racked your soul with a sad, profound longing. Without conscious thought the tips of your fingers begun to warm and turn black, dark roots creeping up the veins in your fingers and fading at the knuckles. Moments later the beginnings of your silk spilling forth onto your lap and latching onto your pant legs catches your attention.

It did that from time to time when you got overly emotional. Frankly, the lack of control was embarrassing and never failed to remind you of why you were never able to train it past its current potential. Your doctor had said it was nothing to worry about though, and that you could maintain a normal life even with the occasional accident.

You'd thought about going to a quirk specialist shortly after you'd hit your current limit, but ultimately decided against it when you caught sight of the price tag attached to each visit. You reasoned that even if you managed to start producing more silk there'd be little use for it besides having readily available materials on hand if you ever felt the need to sew. So you dropped the matter entirely and carried on with your life.

Until a year ago, that is, when your whole world came crashing down around you.

You quickly shake those thoughts away, instead focusing on detaching the silk from your clothes before they can weave into the fabric they're touching. Yet another oddity you've had to learn the hard way. For the first twenty or so seconds before it cools and solidifies, the silk will try to latch onto any available surface and meld to it. Honestly, it was more annoying than anything and sometimes you regretted not being able to get it checked out by a specialist.

It took a few moments but you eventually managed to get the silk separated into their individual strains. They're each around ten inches long, though some had managed to stick together at the ends to more than double their length.

Exasperated, you pluck up the longest of the bunch with the tips of your darkened fingers, holding it before you with a frown. The black strands remain stuck together and you knew from experience they'd now be impossible to disconnect.

The flash of red on the television catches your attention for a moment and your sight blurs as it attempts to refocus. In that brief second, however, the black of your silk melded seamlessly into the darkened cloth of Hawk's soaked jacket and undershirt. In that exact moment, the quiet thought came to your mind.

'My quirk has never been useful to me. But maybe, with enough patience and effort, it can be of use to someone who deserves it more than anyone.'

And so begun the trials of your labor. The physical manifestation of your unspoken devotion.

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Present Day

Hawks wasn't sure what expression had managed to slip past his usually perfect control, but whatever it was must have been fearsome indeed because the young researcher before him was sweating bullets beside his mentor. Said mentor was glancing disappointedly at his assistant and had yet to step in, instead opting to shake his head and cross his arms with quiet exasperation.

"So." Hawks begun in a slow drawl, still smiling but for the way his eyes narrowed. "We're just throwing civilian names into hero politics now are we?" The assistant lowered his head, but remained silent. "Making sure to break all those confidential clauses, huh? I've got to admire your spirit though. Go big or go home is the name of the game in this industry, after all." The winged hero clapped a hand over the other's shoulder, making sure to look him right in the eye as he finished. "How's it feel to be the uncontested winner?"

The assistant took a deep, fortifying breath before finally speaking. "I got carried away. My actions were a direct violation of Proper Hero Agency Conduct and I understand there will be repercussions. I-" The young man pauses again, almost breaking eye contact but the hand tightening on his shoulder quickly made him reconsider. "I let my pride get in the way of proper procedure and it's potentially put a civilian in danger." The assistant grit his teeth and closed his eyes. "I didn't win anything. I fucked up. Knew it the moment their name came out of my mouth."

There was a tense silence before Hawks himself broke it with a loud, exaggerated sigh. "It can't be helped I guess. Chicks gotta break a few eggs before they can grow after all." Everyone pointedly ignore the fact the Hawks was only a few years older than the assistant. Most of all the assistant.

The winged hero threw his head back, letting his entire posture slump and his face crumple into an irritated frown. "They're probably having a heart attack right now."

You were panicking. Inwardly, for the time being, but you weren't too far from having a total breakdown. For three hours your phone has been blowing up with an unknown number of texts and calls, half of them demanding your compliance and the other your service, all of them wanting your attention. None of them were making much sense.

The bit about various hero agencies wanting you to work for them was clear, what wasn't though was the why in this situation? The only thing you could think of was the uniform you'd given Hawks (you were well aware you'd probably been on camera the entire time you'd been near Hawk's agency), but such things were dime a dozen in the hero industry and you didn't believe for a moment Endeavor's agency was hurting for costume designers.

The next thing you could think would prompt this response was that there was something about your quirk you were unaware of. Something, apparently, heros deemed valuable enough to look for. What it was you weren't sure, but you knew enough about yourself to know your quirk, while fairly simplistic, was still an unknown to you in many regards.

Still, the sudden influx of unexpected messages was stressful enough. Add that to the fact most of them were from distinguished hero agencies with members that could literally demolish mountains and you were feeling more than a little pressured. Even a little frightened by some of the more demanding messages you'd managed to glimpse before retreating to the other side of the workshop.

You could barely move your furniture across the room most days, what could you do if the likes of Best Jeanist or Gang Orca decided to pay you an unexpected visit?

Okay, that was the panic talking. Not only was that scenario completely illogical, the jab at Gang Orca for having a stereotypical villian aesthetic was uncalled for. Time to recenter yourself and get some much needed fresh air into your lungs before you start accusing All Might of fraud or some such nonsense.

It takes a few minutes to get the muscles in your back to loosen and your mind to stop spitting out half-coherent worst case scenarios, but you manage with a few intense rounds of breathing exercises. By the end of the ordeal you're exhausted, even a little sore from the lack of air before hand. You're functioning again though, and that's what matters.

Now in better control of your thoughts the most obvious solution to your current predicament comes to you with little prompting. You don't even hesitate. There is not a single doubt in your mind as to what you must do.

This is your chance to finally pay back the man you owe your life too. This may very well be the only chance you'll ever get and you've learned that life is far too short to squander the moments that matter.

Your slip on your coat and gloves, making a few last minute adjustments around the shop before stepping out the door and locking up behind you. With your purse on your shoulder and your eyes lit with hopeful determination you walk out into the world with renewed purpose.

You leave the phone.

Nothing they have to offer matters. It never has and you doubt it ever will. They could offer you jewels and they'd collect dust, the world and it'd keep on spinning. They could grant you eternal life and you'd have given it up in a heartbeat for this one chance.

He's the only one that matters. The only one whose attention means something.

He is your priority. He is your only priority.

#Takami Keigo #Takami Keigo x Reader #Hawks #Hawks x Reader #BNHA

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xxxmasterkali · 4 years ago

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Kingdom Sims Pt. 26

MATURE CONTENT for sexual content, nudity, language and violence.

Kairi: I..I think..I think I’m pregnant.

Namine: Oh my god. Kairi, are you sure? Did you take a test?

Kairi: I don’t need to. I know it. I can feel it. I’ve missed my period and I’ve been sick for two weeks. What do I do!?

Namine: Did you tell Sora?

Kairi: Oh no, Sora! I didn’t even think about how he’ll react! What do you think he’s gonna say?!

Tears streamed down Kairi’s face.

Namine pulled Kairi into a hug.

Namine: Kairi, calm down. It’s gonna be alright. No matter what, Sora will always love you and he’ll be there for you. He might get scared but he will always stay by your side.

Kairi calmed down a little.

Kairi: You’re right Namine. Thank you. Now I just have to figure out how to tell him. I know he won’t abandon me, but I still don’t know how and when to tell him.

Namine: Well you need to tell him so just do your best and keep in mind that he loves you.

Watching Namine and Kairi, down the hall through a mirror, was Bride Hannah.

Bride Hannah: Pathetic. Stupid little princess and her stupid little hero. I’ll end their lives somehow and I’ll make them watch as I torture the living hell out of them.

Later on that evening, Kairi found Sora walking through the foyer.

Sora: Kairi! How has your day been beautiful? You feeling any better? I know you haven’t felt good the last couple of days but it’ll pass.

Kairi looked down at her feet.

Kairi: Sora..about that....

Suddenly, Kairi was lifted from the air and tossed to the side by an unseen force. Sora reached for her and was about to run after her, but he was tossed against a wall and pinned to it. Then he felt a burning pain on his chest, he looked down to see a huge gash was carved into his chest. He screamed out in pain. They couldn’t see whatever it was that was doing this to them. There was nothing there. They both reached out their hands for each other, screaming the other’s name and Kairi tried to run to him. Bride Hannah suddenly appeared before her and stood between her and Sora.

Hannah: Hello, princess. You ready to watch your stupid boyfriend die?

Kairi: Don’t you dare touch him! You can’t hurt me and I will stop you!

Hannah: You’re right, I can’t hurt you...but...I can hurt that thing growing inside of you.

Sora and Kairi both gasped.

Sora: Kairi! What-what is she talking about!?

Hannah: Oh you didn’t tell him yet? Here, let me show him what I mean.

Hannah waved her hand at Kairi and Kairi clenched her stomach and dropped to her knees. Kairi cried. Sora was still pinned to wall but struggled to break free and tears fell from his eyes too.

Kairi: No...please. Stop! Don’t hurt them! Please, I’m begging you....

Sora: Kairi! Leave her alone!

Hannah: You might have a heart of pure light, but your unborn child has a heart just like it’s father. Made up of light and darkness.

Sora: GET AWAY FROM HER!!!!!!! STOP!!!!! If you wanna hurt me then hurt me, but don’t hurt her! Don’t hurt either one of them! LEAVE KAIRI AND MY CHILD ALONE!!!!

Sora clenched his fists as hard as he could and flexed his body the most he could. He was finally able to get out and he raced over to Hannah and pushed her. She lost her grasp on Kairi and the baby.

Sora: Kairi! Go now!

Kairi: I’m not leaving you!

Sora: You need to protect our child, please!

Kairi: Sora...I can’t leave you...

Hannah flung Sora back and Kairi watched in terror. Hannah began to approach Sora, but Kairi jumped between them.

Hannah: You better listen to your boyfriend because if you don’t, you can say goodbye to your baby.

Kairi: You’re just jealous.

Hannah: What did you say to me!?

Sora stood up and was about to protect Kairi, but he stopped as he could see the light surrounding Kairi and he could see her eyes we shinning with pure light.

Sora: Ha! It’s the light! The power of light!

Kairi: You heard me. You’re jealous of what Sora and I have. We’ve been through hell and back to be with each other for almost a decade, we’ve been fighting. But we love each other so much that we never gave up fighting! You’re jealous of that! That’s why you’ve been targeting us! And I will do everything in my power to protect my family! You stay the hell away from us!

The light grew bigger and bigger until it finally covered the entire room and Hannah yelled in pain.

Hannah: No! Too much light! It’s burning!

Sora covered his eyes. The light burned Hannah until she turned to ash on the floor. The bright light dissipated and Sora put his hands down to see Kairi falling to the floor. Sora ran for her and caught her before she hit the floor. She was unconscious and Sora knew she was okay. He tried to process everything that just happened. He could handle any sort of danger but what shocked him the most... Sora picked Kairi up and carried her to bed so she could rest. He laid her down and starred at her, and then his eyes traveled to her stomach. He gently laid his hand over her stomach.

Sora: I can’t even believe...

Sora needed a moment to process it all. Sora walked down the stairs and as he was about to exit the house, Riku opened the front door.

Riku: Hey! Whoa you look like hell! You’re bleeding! What happened!?

Sora: Oh, I totally forgot about that...

Riku: You forgot you have a huge gash across your chest and dripping blood?! You need to fill me in!

Sora: Well, Kairi defeated Hannah...

Riku: She did!? How?

Sora: Light...She channeled all the power she had and used it to defeat her for good..she was desperate to protect me and...

Riku: Who else? No one else was here with you guys.

Sora: ...Our baby...

Riku: Come again!? Did you say baby? You got her pregnant you numskull!

Riku smacked Sora upside the head. Sora rubbed the back of his head.

Sora: Hey! I didn’t plan it! I’m just as shocked as you are! I just found out!

Riku: How long has she known?

Sora: I don’t know. I’m trying to think of how and when! We used protection every...oh wait...

Riku: You didn’t!

Sora: The night I proposed to her...we were on the beach, I forgot to bring anything with me and she said it was okay and I was okay with it too.

Riku: Sora, how could you be so careless and stupid!

Sora: I didn’t think about it! It was the heat of the moment, okay! I feel bad enough! I mean I wanted kids with her, eventually but right now..I don’t know if I’m ready to be a dad. And I still haven’t had a chance to talk to her about it so I have no idea how she feels.

Riku: Sora, I know this is sudden and i definitely think you should’ve been more responsible but aside from all that, I have no doubt in my mind you would be a great dad! You guys will both be great!

Sora: I just...I need a minute to think about all of this.

Sora walked outside and sat down on the bench. He starred up at the stars and he did this for at least an hour. Just thinking about everything. Sora put his hand down and covered his face. He was scared. Scared he wouldn’t be good enough.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his back and head on his shoulder, and he could hear someone crying. He popped his head up to see it was Kairi.

Sora: Kairi! Are you okay?

Kairi: Yes. Are you?

Sora: Why didn’t you tell me?

Kairi: I was going to but I wasn’t sure how. I was scared. I’m sorry.

Kairi was about to get up but Sora grabbed her wrist.

Sora: Kairi, don’t go. You can always tell me anything, it doesn’t matter what it is. Don’t ever be scared to tell me anything.

Kairi: I know I can but-

Sora: No but’s! Please talk to me when you need to. Whenever something is going on or when you feel any type of way, please express that to me. I don’t care what it is. I will always love you no matter what. It’s gonna be okay and we will get through this. I’m scared too. I’m petrified. But together, we can get through anything.

Sora stood up and pulled her up with me. He pulled into a hug and squeezed her tight.

Kairi cried onto his shoulder.

Kairi: I’m scared though. Do you think we can do it? Will I be a good mom?

Sora: Of course you will. I question if I’ll be a good dad myself, but we’ll help each other.

Sora rubbed her back and tried to comfort her as she cried.

Sora: Shh...Kairi, it’s okay. Please don’t cry. You’re going to make me cry. I hate seeing you sad.

Kairi began to calm down and the tears started to subside.

Sora: Come on, let’s get to bed.

Kairi: Will you hold me all night long?

Sora: Of course, that shouldn’t even be a question. I always do.

Sora and Kairi got to their bedroom and Sora pulled Kairi in and kissed her.

Sora: It’s okay, Kairi. We can do this.

Seconds later, their clothes had been tossed around the room.

Sora gazed down at her stomach and rubbed his hand over it.

Kairi: I’m gonna be so fat...

Sora: I don’t care, you’re still beautiful no matter what. You always will be to me.

Kairi pushed Sora down onto the bed and kissed him. No matter what situation they were in, Sora could always make her feel better.

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