#i said in chat (since i streamed it) that if i EVER get a microphone the first thing i would do

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Haley ! Dressed up as Dorothea (post skip) from FE3H!

In case anyone wants to know, the lineart took me as long as Clue (1985) with all three endings. Like. Just in case anyone wanted to know.

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Publicly in Love (Frog Boys X Reader)

[Blank] in Love Pt 4

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Technically no, but I incorporated two requests from @youngcreatorlady and @goldenstarofthunderclan. I hope yall don't mind <3 Side note, I’m gonna start taking requests for Pezzy! I’ve been in a Pezzy mood and found out I really like writing for him lol

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: First person (I/me/they/them)

W.C. approx 220 each

Summary: Going public with the Frog Boys

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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<-Part 3

Puffer

“Are you sure this is the best way to go about this?” I asked, looking back at Puffer from my spot on his lap. We were looking at the screen where he was logged into his Instagram with a drafted post of the two of us. He thought the best idea was to hard launch on Instagram and hope for the best. “You barely post as it is. This will give everyone a heart attack.”

“Would you rather join a live stream?” He asked back rhetorically, knowing I would not do well under the live scrutiny. “This is just easier.”

“Easier for who? You, me, or your fans?” I laughed back as I leaned my head onto his shoulder.

“You and me,” he whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. “If we did a live stream, it would be an hour or two of straight questions. If we post something, I can log off and we can completely forget about it.”

“You are devious. I love it,” I chuckled, looking back at the caption. “What are you going to say?”

“I don’t know yet,” He admitted, “What do you think?”

“Fuck it, we ball,” I replied, straightfaced before turning back to make eye contact, “Hard launch edition.”

“That’s so bad!” He laughed, leaning in to hide his face in my shoulder.

“You never said it had to be good!”

~~

Pezzy

Drunk Q&As were fun. Especially when it had been going on for a couple of hours at this point. Ever since I came back from visiting my family, my mentions have been blowing up with clips from the stream where I called Pezzy my favorite simp. It was while drunk that I remembered that Pezzy and I never confirmed or outed our relationship.

“Are yall roommates or what cuz damn I wish my roommate looked at me like that,” one of the comments read.

“Yeah, if his roommate also gets to go out with him,” I laughed, downing the last shot of soju. “I also get to kiss him, so that’s fun.”

“Fun?!” he laughed, almost falling off his chair. “Kissing me is fun?”

“What would you rather me talk about?” I quipped back. “I can talk about how mindblowing you are-”

“And that’s enough from you,” He slapped his hand over my mouth to stop me from talking. “You’re cut off. Don’t continue that thought.”

“I was going to talk about your bike but okay,” I groaned after I pulled his hand away from my mouth, but kept his hand in mine. “Anyways, chat. He’s mine, so back the fuck up.”

“So possessive, damn,” he laughed, pulling our intertwined hands up to place a kiss on my knuckles. “It's hot.”

“Nah, just jealous.”

~~

Droid

“Guys, I swear to god,” I groaned into my pillow. I agreed to do a sleep stream with Droid weeks ago, but now, it was honestly hell. Not only was I so drained from the day in general, I was not feeling at all social to put up a facade for the viewers. My social battery was dead, and I just seemed pissed, probably. “Can we not play the Buzz Lightyear commercial nine times in a fucking row?!”

“That’s what that noise was?” Droid asked as he came back into the room with snacks and drinks. “Did yall make them insane or what?”

“Shut the fuck up,” I wined as I covered my ears. Droid set the drinks and snacks to the side as he laid down on his side of the mattress we set up. He also leaned over to the speakers to turn them down a couple of notches before leaning back. Once he was situated, I moved his arm, so I could lay into his side. “Chat, don’t. Just don’t fucking say anything.”

“Yeah, they’re allowed to do this,” He said into the microphone as he pulled up the chat on his phone, reading through some of the comments. “We get it, they’re cute and tired. Shut it.” 

Despite the noise, it did not take long to fall asleep. And it certainly did not take long for the chat to notice either. However, it was not until chat started spamming at Droid did he noticed. “Guys leave my s/o alone. Be lucky they even agreed to this.”

~~

Grizzy

Being on a panel at PAX AUS was a highlight of any creator. To have been invited was unimaginable. I was invited to be on a panel with the Misfits along with Grizzy and Smitty. We had flown in a few days prior (with a load of delays, might I add), and now, it was finally the day.

Sitting on the stage was surreal. With Grizzy on my left and Tobi on my right, we started answering questions down the line.

“Next question is for Y/n and Grizzy, technically,” the fan started. Immediately, I knew where it was going, so I lifted my hand that was already holding Grizzy’s onto the table. The fan began stuttering as they gestured to our hands. “Um, I think that answers my question.”

“If the question was if Girizzy and I are together,” I said just to confirm, and I was met with a timid nod from them, “the answer is yes. We have been together for a couple of months now.”

“And before anyone asks, technically, they made the first move,” Grizzy added.

“I thought you were asleep!” I objected, turning to face him while still keeping the microphone in my hand.

“That does not make it sound any better!” Grizzy and the rest of the group laughed.

“Trust me,” Fitz interjected, “that does not make it sound any less creepy. And I even know the whole story!”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up, all of you!”

~~

Part 5 ->

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QSMP Awards 2024 Summarized

-The audio was scuffed for the first half. I don't mean a little crispy. I don't mean with a slight echo. It was fucked in every way imaginable. The audio sounded like it was going through a blender. Then it kept getting too loud, then too quiet (so much so we couldn't hear), all while being way too crispy. Charlie Slimecicle monologued to the audience while the team was trying to fix it but since the audio was both too crispy and too quiet we couldn't actually understand anything he was saying. This carried on for about 7 minutes with him holding two microphones, neither of which was working, before the stream crashed (again)

-All the staff are apparently Cucurucho, with one of them being a "main Cucurucho"

-Missa wore a "Quackity my beloved" shirt. I could not explain to you what the blazer over it was supposed to be.

-Everyone else at the ceremony was shown through discord call. I'm convinced Charlie has never seen German or Lenay's faces cause he did not know it was them until Quackity said their names

-The screen was supposed to switch between showing all the people on the discord and it kept switching between the same four people. If I have to hear Q, Charlie and Missa chant "Foolish" or "Pol" ever again-

-Mariana showed up and Charlie immediately went into bitter ex mode. He also hit on Mariana. Multiple times.

-We got a patented Ironmouse "coño" and chat lost their shit over Luzu existing, as expected

-Mariana looked like Michael Jackson, Bad's background could've been the set of Breaking Bad, Roier had a ski mask, lots of people learned what Lenay, German and Vegetta's looked like for the first time, and Mike had a kawaii filter

-Somehow Bad didn't even get nominated for Best Cucurucho Jumpscare, showing that even non-red carpet events can produce award snubs (congrats to Bagi!)

-Though I yearned for Maximus getting nominated for his Eh Vegetta prank, we all knew the win had to go to Vegetta for the mines

-The audio eventually became bearable but the echo never fully left. At some point there were like three or four overlaps of Vegetta giving his acceptance speech

-Acau won for Best Death from getting killed by an enderman (in my heart Foolish's accidental death by Pomme's sniper that got him eliminated from the elections won, but we did get Quackity dying to a fly as a nom so I feel complete. Also congrats to Acau!)

-The Qsmp shop is officially open! We got eggie merch :]

-Quackity forgot to roll clips for the Best Purgatory 2 Moment nominees and almost read out the winner before we got the montage (Wuant won! It was the clip of him being told he lost and he accidentally did a flip. They weren't able to get the acceptance speech on stream so we saw it from Quackity's phone)

-Funniest QSMP Moment nominees were all fucking hilarious, its hard to pick just one but Maxo winning for when he respawned after a lore-heavy moment in Pierre's bed to his own moans being remixed into a song absolutely deserved the win

-Saddest QSMP Moment was unnecessary and the admins will be hearing from my lawyers for making me relive Dapper's first lost life, Dia de los Muertos and the end of Purgatory 1 (Jaiden and Roier saying bye to Bobby won, Roier changed his screen to black and white and held up what looked like a mini Cucurucho being used as a cross)

-Best QSMP Original Song was played prematurely when the category was Best Language Exchange, and we got a spoiler for the winner (YD and Hugo's exchange won and YD's audio was muted so we just saw her Vtuber model getting excited)

-The aforementioned Best Qsmp Original Song had Gordinho Gostosinho looping aggressively over Charlie singing the Juanaflippa song, which I hope to god gets clipped cause it was hilarious (I'm glad the Roier and Cucurucho rap got nominated). Charlie was very confused why they had him announce his own win.

-Best PVP unsurprisingly went to Etoiles for his colosseum Code fight, after all he is the Best🔥 (the other noms were great too, we had Philza vs Tubbo in Purgatory, Bad and Maxo eliminating El Quackity from the elections, and a cute sparring session between Pac and Richas)

-Best Qsmp Fails went to Fit for that time Pac's internet cut out during their date (of course he bragged about his Brasilian boyfriend after learning he won for best loser)(also if it was up to me Quackity's fly deaths would've been added to this category just sayin')

-The audio problems were revealed to have been roleplay the entire time. Yep. All part of the lore.

-Speaking of, most of the winners who were in the discord call could not be heard so they had to give speeches through Quackity holding his phone up to the mic

-Best Roleplayer went to Roier for his Doied arc (the screen prematurely showed him before they could read the announcement, and his speech was him kissing the camera)

-Worst Server House went to Mariana accompanied with the classic clip of him reacting to the admins roasting his started base; Mariana was part of the discord call but left at some point so he couldn't give a speech, to which Charlie jumped on the opportunity to roast his absence like a shark smelling blood (they rightfully nominated Quackity for his clip of Acau reacting to his failure of a starter house, and apparently Carre's base is just his bed on a dirt plot)

-Most Iconic Clip went to Pac for stealing the Qsmp Logo (the other lovely noms included Foolish and co. accidentally closing their house door after a creeper came in an attempt to shut it out, and Tina reacting to a mob giving Felps a blowjob)

-The Most Bankrupt Islander went to Niki for being broke, we stan (during the nom montage we got a passa tudo mention)

-The Creator Who Spent the Most Time on the Server Award went to Bad, which was shocking to no one, although they did use his Barbie Girl clip for the nom montage (they also used Fit wearing a wig for his clip)

-The Qsmp cake for the one year anniversary had the text "FELICIDADES ALBERTO". We do not know who Alberto is. Pol was losing it.

-Tubbo won for The Creator With the Most Deaths (106), while The Creator With Fewest Deaths went to Philza (he only had 1!). Philza was able to be heard through stream but the hosts didn't know this so they would hear him from Quackity's phone and repeat what he was saying even though we could hear him

-Everytime the camera cut back to the hosts Charlie, Quackity and Missa had more cake on their faces

-Most Distance Traveled (in Minecraft) went to Etoiles (6,000+ km jfc)

-Creator With the Most Mob Kills went to Pierre (162,960 mob kills. what the fuck.)

-They accidentally read the award for Creator With the Most Damage Taken (Foolish) during the Best Builder announcement, confusing the shit out of everyone, especially cause the screen showed Mike instead of Foolish. I am still unclear who won Best Builder

-Creator With the Most Blocks Placed went to Mike!!! (MIKE WIN VAMBORAAAAAAAAAAA🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷)

-We had to uncomfortably sit through Missa feeding Charlie cake (and just Charlie in general)

-There was an In Memorium segment of the passed eggs (Quackity shat on a grieiving Charlie for Flippa only lasting 11 days, but in Charlie's words, "to you it was 11 days; to her it was a lifetime"). Charlie commentated and had nothing to say about Trump because he didn't know jack shit about Trump (though he did make a wall joke which is exactly what Maxo would have wanted godbless🙏)

-The stream ended with the discord people saying goodbye, while Roier was holding up the mini Cucuruchos and didn't move the entire time. I know he wasn't frozen because he blinked.

-Maxo sent in his acceptance speech video last minute and Quackity hyped it up as a mysterious final entry but Charlie guessed it was Maxo and spoiled it on accident

-Speaking of, Maxo's entry was him walking around heaven looking for Trump </3

-Charlie gave a heartfelt speech about the people he met through the Qsmp, all while looking like ate out frosty the snowman <3. Missa simpy thanked Alberto (we still do not know who Alberto is)

-Tubbo wasn't present in the discord call because he thought him streaming meant he couldn't join. After the stream Quackity called and Tubbo realized he was allowed to join the whole time

-We ended on a montage of various moments, with a message of excitement looking forward to the next year!

And of course, here are the screenies I managed to nab of the hosts slowly deteriorating into cake

[akihabara-division03]

Today is a big day for the young freeloader at Kiyozaki’s residence; however, since Anika isn’t home at the moment, the girl has to do some troublesome job like receiving the deliveries for her guardian figure. 

And because of that, she almost stumbles over one package laying in front of her doorstep. 

Looking closer and she sees that on the package is written 

“Happy Birthday Setsukura-san, we hope you have a nice year.

—Nara Division”

With some curiosity about what this rather new division got for her, Makina uses the cutter to open the package and then she sees a very comfy neck pillow in shape of a long cat, and also one round box full of Japanese senbei and more snacks.

Not only that, she also discovers a blue card placed at one spot in the package with the logo of blue full-moon …which she remembers, it’s the symbolic icon of one of her streamer friends.

“Happy Birthday ‘Screen Shot’. 

Hope you have a nice day and look forward to our Chilla’s Arts collab soon.

P.S. I’ve already sent you the games we agreed to play tomorrow on Steam. Please think of that as my present to you. I’ve looked into some synopsis beforehand but still, I kinda wonder which game you would like to play first.

—Aozora🌌”

————— Meanwhile at some place in Nara.

“TXXXXX, I’ve sent your present to Setsukura-san today.”

The boy with the reddish hair turns to his dark-haired friend, who is sitting next to him. In front of them are the bright screens of their laptops.

“Oh Thanks, for both this and your help in mixing my new cover on the channel.”  

“You’re welcome, friend. Your singing is already great to begin with. And to be honest, I should be the one who feels indebted to you ever since the time I asked you to be the club’s president for me —Ah, I also heard that Setsukura-san is going to stream some horror games tomorrow and so are you? What a coincidence. Are you guys having a collaboration?”

“Hmm, spoilers aren’t fun. Why not find out about that yourself? Besides that, I still don’t forget the last time you killed me in [Among us], you remember?”

“That—”

“Kidding. I know that’s just a game. If I were the imposter, I would probably do the same.” 

“*sheepishly laughs* …Vengeful, do you?”

“*chuckles* Nevermind that, I owe you a lot too. So, don’t forget to ask me when you need some help, pal.”

Makina brought the presents to her bedroom. She put on her headphones and searched for the microphone icon on her monitor.

“I’m back, chat,” Makina said. She held up the items high enough for her viewers on the other side of the screen to see. “Nara Division sent me some goodies just now. Aren’t they cute?”

“And I also got a steam notification from ‘Aozora’ about some of the games I’ll be playing in today and tomorrow’s collabs. Like I said at the start of the stream, we’ve got tons of horror games in the lineup, so look forward to that…”

She hugged the neck pillow and the box of senbei. “I really like my friends…” she whispered as she watched the endless flood of ‘happy birthday,’ ‘ty nara division,’ messages and cute emotes fill up her chat box.

She chuckled softly and wrapped the pillow around her neck, getting comfortable. “And don’t worry, I’m sharing the senbei with Anika and Shian. Shian’s gonna kill me if I don’t share these with her.”

Thank you for the gift!

[struggling-with-time]

Can I have my sweater back? [Corpse x reader]

Paring: Corpse husband x Female!reader

Summary: “corpse and reader are like roommates (and are dating, but no one knows yet) and while they’re both streaming with the usual among us gang, they accidentally let it slip *insert tik tok audio* and everyone is like “wait what?” Requested by @julimelodi

Warnings: Soft!reader, meantion of virginity?

Words: 1k

A/N: Open for requests

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“Y/N! HI!” Seans voice blasts through your headset as you join the discord call.

“Hey Sean.” Your soft voice replies. You quickly get your stream started and greets the early birds to your stream. Your favourite parts of streaming is always in the beginning and the end. You like interacting with your chat, and they enjoy listening to you answer their questions. As more people join you take a step back in the discord call. You’re not too much of a people person around loud noises, and they can be loud.

A couple of more minutes passes as you answer chat questions before some directs you in the discord call. “Y/N, where’s Corpse?” It was Felix.

You pull up the long sleeves from Corpses hoodie you stole. “He should be here soon, I can go check up on him. Be right back chat, I’ll just see if Corpse is getting ready too.”

You mute your microphone as you get up from your setup in your old room, and walks into your shared bedroom with Corpse. You’ve been roommates and stream partners for years. But this relationship is fairly new. Or fairly new in both of your standards, it’s been a good 5 months since Corpse officially asked you to be his girlfriend. It was over a bottle of wine in the middle of a movie. You kinda didn’t believe him until he asked you again over breakfast the next morning.

You softly knock on the bedroom door, and open it to step in. Corpse is in the middle of adjusting his microphone as you step in. “Hey…” Your soft voice greets him. The two of you opposites like day and night. Corpse is rough, edgy and scary. You’re everything cute, soft, and loveable.

He looks over at you. “The others are asking after you, I just wanted to check up everything was going okay in here.” You smile at him, as you cross the room and wrap your arms around him from behind.

“All good here babe, you can go back to your own, I’m joining now-“ Corpse turns around as you let go of him,”-Is that my sweater?”

You giggle as you bop his nose, “Just join we’re only waiting for you.” Corpse grins at you, before stealing a kiss, and joining the discord call.

“I heard you were missing me.” He says into the microphone. You stifle a laugh, as you walk out the door, making sure to close it after you, as to not create echo. You quickly get in your chair and back onto the call. Nobody seeing how you nearly tripped over the headset wire. There were pecks to being faceless.

“And I’m back again.” Your soft voice nearly drowns in the sea of voices greeting Corpse.

“Let’s get started!” Felix exclaims and a few seconds goes by as Crewmate shows up on your screen. You sigh in relief, not having the nerves to start out as impostor.

The game consists of you, Rae, Corpse, Sean, Felix, Sykkuno, Toast, Lily, GreaseBall and Michael Reeves.

You team up with Rae to do shields, and you watch over her as she does too. You’re on your way to Nav when a report comes up.

Felix is dead.

“I found the body in medbay. Sean was with me.” Sykkuno says.

“That’s true.” Sean says

“Did you see anyone nearby?” Corpse asks.

“No, they could’ve vented to cams or electrical.” Sean sighs.

“I can clear Corpse, we were over in admin.” Toast says.

“Me and Rae did shields.” You tell the rest, Rae hums

“I was with Michael and Grease.” Lily says.

“So no one sus?” Rae concludes.

“Let’s just skip.” Sean confirms.

Two more rounds pass by each with one kill and nobody being suspicious. You’re doing your last task in electrical with Rae, as Corpse and Toast went into the room, doing a quick double kill taking you and Rae down. You sigh as you become a ghost, you follow Corpse around now that all your tasks are done.

“I’m gonna haunt him for the rest of the game.” You murmur to your chat, as you float in circles around Corpse. The two of them went into Cams, right before Raes body gets reported by Grease.

“Y/N and Rae was dead in electrical.” Grease tells the rest of them. “Where were you?”

“I was in Nav.” Sykkuno says.

“I was on cams with Toast.” Corpse calmly answers.

“LIAR! I just walked out of cams and there was nobody nearby.” Sean yells into his mic. “You couldn’t possible come into cams without having passed me. You’ve had to vent in.”

“So Corpse and Toast?” Sykkuno asks.

“Definitely.” Sean replies as he votes, all their voting icons goes up. The only one not having votes being Corpse.

“I didn’t even get a chance to defend myself.” He grumbles, as the timer runs out and his astronaut floats across the screen. CORPSE was an Impostor.

“I didn’t get to live.” You poke back at him.

“Well for that comment I want my sweater.” Corpse jokes back.

“Then I want my virginity back.” It flies out your mouth before you realise what you just said.

“WOAH WOAH, keep it pg in here.” Felix jokes.

Both of your chats are blowing up with questions abouts what just happened, and if you’re a couple now.

“So um… We might have been together for a few months now.” Corpse tries to clear things up.

“This was not how I ever imagined this going.” You laugh at the situation.

Your chat racing to fast to be read by any human, as you rest your blushing head in your hands.

“Well now that the cat is out of the bag. Watch out simps, she’s mine.” Corpse warns his own stream.

You groan in response.

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo jack and ranboo - how y/n made friends with everyone

this is an extra to the great adventures series

requested: yes/no

warnings: cursing

tommy

you were actually friends with tommy when he was streaming to a few viewers, and you even watched as his channel grew. eventually he asked you to mod for him, as he knew he could trust you and because had experience being a twitch mod. he was also the reason you began streaming. as for how you met, you were in the same classes as him in highschool, and since you were the ‘quiet’ person in the class, they sat tommy next to you. honestly, you hated him when you first met him and the feeling was mutual. you didn’t want to sit next to the rather loud teenager and he had no one to talk to anymore as his friends were on the other side of the room.

“do you ever talk?”

“heh?”

“i said do you ever talk...do you always do that”

“do what”

“that fucking HeH.”

“are you mocking me simons?”

“noooo why would i do that...”

“it’s y/n.”

“right, yeah, yeah, i totally knew that.”

“great now please leave me alone i’m trying to work.”

“loser.”

“the fuck did you just say?”

“nothing.”

it was that moment tommy decided he was going to make you just like him, and a few years later that’s exactly what he did. by year 11 you and tommy had grown extremely close. the last day of school arrived a lot earlier than expected, everyone was extremely stressed, no one knew what to expect or what was going to happen. you found yourself hanging around with tommy a lot more as you had no idea if you would both be going to the same college, in september you received a text message that made your night:

tommy: college sent out emails telling you if you were accepted go check

*2 minutes later*

tommy: well?

y/n: i got accepted

tommy: me too

y/n: call me right now

tommy: i’m about to stream..have you ever considered streaming?

y/n: absolutely not

tommy: make an account and stream after me i’ll raid you..make me mod you know how people can be

once college started up, you were slightly nervous the two of you would drift away from each other. however this was far from the case, although you both did different subjects and he was only in on wednesdays, the pair of you would hang out together a lot more. he would be in your streams and vice versa, you would either be in his tiktoks, or you would be the one filming them.

“y/n make a tiktok we can be mutuals.”

“please god no.”

you spent so much time at his house either talking about random things, playing whatever game you could find, or streaming. he dragged you to every meet up he went on, allowing you to meet people such as niki, phil, and, wilbur. you didn’t know this, but he would constantly bring you up in conversations with dream, which eventually lead to you joining the smp in october where you would later be able to meet the likes of jack, technoblade and jschlatt. the only person you didn’t seem to see on the server was his other friend tubbo.

ranboo

you had become friends with scott after being his first twitch mod and when he noticed you started streaming, he was extremely supportive, always raiding your stream once he ended his. today you found yourself bickering with scott because he wouldn’t let you in mcc despite the fact you were ‘the best minecraft player.’

“y/n, i watched you die in minecraft 7 times last night within 5 minutes.”

“oh i’m sorry mr perfect, let me in mcc.”

“no.”

“fine i’ll make my own.”

and that’s exactly what you did..well you tried your best.

you started your stream as soon as scott ended and had him call you on discord after explaining to your chat what you were about to do.

“scott final chance let me in mcc, i’ll settle for access to the practice server.”

“fine.”

“REALLY?!”

“absolutely not!”

“fuck you, ill be in it one day!”

you left the call telling chat you didn’t need that negative energy in your life.

you really have scott to thank for you making friends with ranboo, scott made a tweet explaining what you were doing on stream which caught ranboos eye.

Smajor1995: after not making it into mcc again my good friend @y/n has decided to take it upon themselves to make their own on stream!! ill also be in the stream (if they answer my calls) *twitch link*

ranboo joined your stream and was instantly met with you yelling at scott (again) to let you in mcc.

“IM YOUR TWITCH MOD!”

“i will ban you from mcc!”

“you don’t have the nerve... so he left the call this is bullshit watch me land this water bucket clutch down this ravine so we can find axolotls and build an army.”

*you died*

you pulled your hood over your face before sinking down your chair taking a deep breath.

“FUCK!”

you calmly got back up and looked into your camera.

“i was so close, so very close.. HEY CHAT SCOTT SENT ME A LINK TO THE SERVER!”

a few minutes later you were able to get onto the server, only to be kicked less than a minute later. the reason you were banned being ‘i watched you fail the water bucket clutch down a ravine.’

you continued your build on your server and just spent the rest of the stream talking about anything that crossed your mind, that was until you decided to copy ace race. once finished, you looked into your camera and pulled your microphone closer to you.

“so this is race ace, so scott doesn’t sue me, and basically it’s going to be this course, but i’m going to change a random section practice it every day, not tell anyone it changed. of course i’m going to tell my team we have to win, oh fuck i forgot scott was watching my stream..it’s okay he didn’t hear me he’s too busy planning how he can rig the next mcc.”

ranboo found himself enjoying your content and even noticed you in his chat multiple times.

“just a minute chat i’m just sending an important dm to my mods.”

that’s when you noticed chat paused for a minute after you sent a message, it confused you for a minute before realising ranboo made you a vip on his channel and you decided to do the same for him on your channel, from there you added each other on discord. the pair of you made friends extremely quickly, you were constantly part of his streams as you would call him on discord not realising that he was streaming.

“hi y/n, by the way i’m streaming”

“i just wanted to ask if you knew how to break into a house?”

“....why”

“i locked myself out by accident and my parents are asleep come help me.”

“you are in the uk.”

“okay? catch a flight.”

chat honestly loved you and your friendship with ranboo. the pair of you only met a few weeks ago and you were already acting as though you had known each other for years.

jack

you and jack met for the first time on the smp, which would have been fine, however you met during lore and your characters weren’t exactly the best of friends. once lore had ended, everyone said their goodbyes and left the call. a few moments later you received a discord message from jack asking if you were available to call any time soon. since you were back in lockdown, you had plenty of free time. you arranged a time and date a few days later you called jack, where you had your first proper interaction out of character.

“hello jack!!”

“oh hi y/n i just thought it may be a good idea to get to know each other, well you know considering we’re both on the dream smp.”

“yeah, yeah, i understand what you mean.”

the pair of you ended up getting along with each other, it was slightly awkward for the first 5 minutes of the call, but that was expected since you hadn’t really met jack before and were anxious to call him. however, after that the conversation started to flow and you found out the pair of you had a lot in common making it easy to come up with things to talk about. it ended up feeling as though you were catching up with a friend you hadn’t spoken to for a while.

“has anyone told you your accent is really strong.”

“so is yours, y/n, what the fuck is that supposed to mean.”

“it means your accent is strong, duh.”

jack asked if you’d like to stay in call and join him on the smp whilst he streamed, and you gladly accepted the offer as you really didn’t want to do your college work, and you were enjoying your time with him. a few minutes into the stream jack had killed you several times.

“JACK STOP KILLING ME!”

rather than answering you he just sat laughing. he then went on to attempt to mute him microphone, he failed. however he didn’t realise this, so you sat listening to his plan on how he was going to kill you again. this time you were prepared, you sent a message to tommy telling him to log on along with your location. few minutes later tommy was by your side and helped you kill jack several times for revenge.

“Y/N...TOMMY!!”

“you didn’t mute your mic, so i told tommy you were bullying me.”

“im gonna go...BYE JACK, BYE Y/N, ILL SEE YOU SOON!”

“i can’t believe you.”

“hey you’re the one who didn’t turn your mic off.”

“how did you know?”

“i had your stream on my other monitor.”

“ayeee you watch my streams?”

“...i’ve been a sub for 4 months.”

the two of you stayed chatting and playing for another hour. the pair of you were already so close and you had only met each other the other day. this was just the start of your friendship, soon enough you were in a laugh and the stream ends challenge on his stream, however due to lockdown rules this was done over discord leading to you accidentally leaving the call several times.

“and they’re gone again!”

*4 minutes later*

“SORRY JACK IM BACK!”

“stop leaving y/n!”

“oh i’m sorry, let me just go yell at my wifi to stop cutting out!”

a few seconds later you could be heard faintly in the background screaming at your wifi as it would continue to buffer. as soon as restrictions were over one of the first things you decided to do was go to jacks and stream a laugh you lose where there was a punishment if you were responsible for losing the last heart. however everything was apparently hilarious in person as you would constantly laugh, meaning you were responsible for losing the last heart.

“y/n give me your phone.”

“no.”

“you lost let me tweet from your account”

“fine..”

soon enough your fans and friends with your notifications on received this twitter notification

“y/n: jack is so cool and funny he is also really tall i am not”

tubbo

tubbo was actually the last person you met and made friends with, your community were convinced for some reason that you both didn’t like each other and that’s why the pair of you didn’t talk to each other. this was far from the case you were both waiting for the right time, tubbo was an extremely busy teenager and you didn’t want to interrupt him, and tubbo knew you were currently in a stressful position since you had recently joined the dream smp, also you were still meeting people so he didn’t want to stress you out. this doesn’t mean he didn’t want to be your friend, he actually asked tommy since he had been your friend for at least 4 years what would be the best way of getting to know you.

“mate they hated me when we first met, just talk to them or something. you could have met them the last time i went up to visit you, but they ended up not feeling too good and went back to the hotel room.”

“when are you next coming up?”

“how about next week, and i’ll bring y/n, i really don’t understand why you’re nervous tubbo, it’s y/n they wouldn’t hurt a fly..well hmm.”

“see you next week then!”

a week later tommy dragged you to the train station.

“uh tommy where are we going?”

“...on a train.”

“no way, really? oh my god!”

a few hours later you finally got off the train.

“ill go with my dad to check into the hotel room, do you want to come with us or?”

“i think i’ll go for a walk and stretch my legs.”

“right okay, meet you at the beach later”

you spent a few minutes walking around the beach picking up any rocks and shells that caught your eye, little did you know it would result in you meeting tubbo. once you finished putting your new collection in your pockets you noticed a small crowd of people walk up to someone asking for pictures assuming it was tommy you walked over to the boy, it wasn’t tommy it was in fact tubbo. at first you stayed silent not wanting to really cause attention to yourself. you only spoke up when some people started to make inappropriate comments towards him.

“oh sorry to be a pain guys me and tubbo have plans with tommy in a few minutes, we should go so we’re not late. bye guys.”

you smiled and waved as they walked away. you looked over to tubbo, you could tell he was still pretty anxious about what just happened and honestly if you was in his position, you would react the same way.

“we should probably move from here incase they come back and see you’re still here, are you okay?”

“im feeling better now it’s over..thank you”

“oh it’s no problem i’m, y/n btw.”

“wait you and tommy were still meant to be on the train.”

“the train was actually on time, tommy went to check into the hotel i wanted to stretch my legs, i also wanted to collect some rocks.”

“did you collect enough or did you want more?”

“im not going to say no if you wanna go collect some with me.”

the pair of you walked around keeping each other close incase the people from before returned. half an hour later, the pair of you sat on a bench close to the beach so you could show tubbo everything you decided to pick up, he ended up keeping a rock he liked to have as a memory. tubbo wrapped an arm around you as it was getting cold whilst you watched the sunset.

“tubbo i think tommy forgot about me.”

“you can spend the night at mine, i’ll send him a message to let him know.”

“are you sure?”

“of course!”

“this has to be the most unsafe thing either of us will ever do, we hardly know each other and now i’m staying at yours.”

tommy sent you a message explaining that he didn’t forget, there was a problem at the other hotel and they had to go find another one, but you’ll be fine to stay at tubbos for the night. the pair of you spent the entire night learning as much as you can about the other person. it had only been an evening but you already knew the pair of you would be great friends.

taglist:

@dumb-chaotic-bi-energy @uselesssapphickitten @l0ver0fj0y @etheriaaly @xx-smiley-xx @hawarun @kylobensgirl @cawcaw-pretty-thing @reverse-iak @renleicrashed @c1loudee

[slashpatty]

streaming interruptions

georgenotfound x streamer reader

summary: you decide to have a peaceful, early stream. unfortunately, george has other plans in mind.  w/c: 0.8k  a/n: let’s go, first fan-fiction completed! it’s not the best but hope y’all enjoy this! cw: slight language, slight cursing and lots of fluff Instead of taking a well-deserved break from streaming, here you were talking to your estatic chat at 11 in the morning. No matter how hard you tried, it was impossible to just leave your endearing community in the dark. They meant the whole world to you as they felt the same about their streamer, (Y/N).

With a following of over 500,000 on Twitch alone, your platform grew incredibly fast along with other web personalities. Unlike other content creators on the internet, you enjoyed showing your face at times. Ever since a certain someone complimented your appearance, you grew the confidence to show your face to your community, the world and friends.

“Hiya, everyone! Guess who is back on the never-ending streaming train?” You exclaimed, smiling directly at the camera. To amuse your audience, you faltered your smile their snarky comments. “C’mon guys, why do you guys doubt me so much...” 

While watching the chat zoom by with more warm welcomes and remarks, you spotted one particular username fly through the buzzing chat box — your nemesis yet good friend, GeorgeNotFound.

Whenever the two of you are in a voice chat together, havoc is always bound to strike. From petty fights to full-on PVP battles, the (Y/N) George duo never backs down from a challenge, especially from each other. Whether on-screen or behind the cameras, the friendship between both of you cannot be explained even by your closest friends.

Due to your abrupt daydreaming session, the audience suspected an unknown distraction took your attention away from the stream. However, it was a donation and the chat suddenly increasing speed that snapped you out of your brief trance.

GeorgeNotFound just donated $500

start your mickey mouse stream already or actually get a real job LMAO

A smile grew a little too quickly on your face which went unnoticed. You cracked your fingers, preparing to retaliate against the man who dared to one-up you.

“Thank you, George for the five-hundred dollar donation and the very helpful reminder,” you replied. “I just remembered I was planning on burning down our Minecraft cottage, silly me!”

Due to the following message ���DON’T YOU DARE’ being spammed numerously in the chat by the upset content creator, you joined your survival world in hopes of finally being left alone. Unfortunately, your enemy joined the game and immediately demanded to be added to your call.

“(Y/N), how could you possibly destroy our home,” says an unhappy George as you adjust the volume of his microphone. You looked at the camera, and rolled your eyes in amusement.

“It’s not like I wanted to, but it’s a complete mess!”

Tension and silence filled the air for a brief moment before he released a raspy cry through your headphones.

You managed to hold in a chuckle before inhaling to apologize. “C’mon, I’m sorry. You have to admit, the dimensions of the house is so hideous-”

“Then, it’s OUR hideous house idiot,” he interjected loudly. “We built it together Y/N, so it’s very special to me! You may not see value in it, but I do.

You laughed his remark off but this sudden comment made your heart skip a beat. George had never said anything this unusual before. So for once, you did not have a comeback.

Silence crept back into the call but not until George started a small giggling fit which resulted with letting out piles of laughter. “CHAT, I GOT THEM, look at this loser!”

Confused about what got him so riled up, you stayed silent until you heard the sound of flickering flames in-game. Moving your mouse around, you paused once you realized your beloved cottage was burning to a crisp.

You covered your face with your hands, not bothering to look at chats’ expected thread of L’s. The distraction should have been obvious to you at the start, but you were oblivious to it because of the commotion George caused.

“You actually fell for it, how gullible are you (Y/N)?” You watched as his character crouched and spin in front of yours, appearing to be doing a victory dance.

“Gullible enough to actually think you cared about what we did together,” you sighed.

“Wait, hey I d-“

You deafened on Discord and looked over at your chat box. Messages mimicking George’s last words soured through the screen, tugging a grin on your lips.

“Chat, I think it’s best I hop off for the sake of my sanity and yours! Today was surprising and eventful, but I hope you enjoyed the stream!”

You clicked the undeafen button to quickly tell George to say farewell yet received something entirely different in return.

“Shit, shit, shit. What the hell is their favorite flower?” His little avatar ran around the biome in search of flowers. “This is impossible!”

Rolling your eyes, you heaved a deep sigh. “It’s (F/F) and don’t worry, I’ll graciously forgive you.”

You watched as his character ran back to yours and dropped the flower on the ground. As you moved it into your offhand, you crouched and stared into George’s goggles.

When he kneeled down along with you, it took a mere five seconds before you both burst out laughing.

Though your stream did not go originally as planned, George ruining your stream was a fond memory you both would never forget.

[juliasjustanidiot]

𝘀𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 | cc!dream

sit with me - cc!dream x reader

synopsis: you get home from work rather quickly because your boyfriend texted you telling you he wants you to sit with him while he worked. who were you to say no?

-ˏˋ 📩 ˎˊ- requested: i accidentally deleted the request but here it was: hi! imagine dream and y/n in bed and dream just turning to y/n and saying “i love you” out of no where. like knjkhlal this might be bad but like 👀

gender neutral pronouns/none mentioned

tw: none unless you consider fluff and possible speeding down a street with good reason

word count: 1.1K

with a click, you opened the door to your apartment and breathed in the scent of your beloved home. the scent bringing you a relief to be able to relax after your twelve hour shift and made your serotonin levels go off the charts.

with a content sigh, you tossed your keys onto the wooden kitchen table and made your way to the living room, a cozy couch just waiting for you and your exhausted ass.

despite the thought of a long and well deserved rest you needed as you stared longingly at the seat, you had something more important to do rather than scroll through endless pages of the internet.

it had been far too long since you’ve gotten to see your boyfriend, dream. you wanted nothing more than to be greeted by him and then immediately drag him to bed with you.

he had texted you minutes before you had arrived home that he wanted you to sit with him. it was what caused you to drive sixty down a road with a thirty-five miles per hour speed limit.

he must’ve been in his office if he hadn't heard you come through the door. he was always cooped up in there, but you didn’t mind. it made it easier to find out where he was on nights where you were feeling especially clingy.

you went to the door that formerly opened to the guest bedroom, but you and dream decided it was much better suited as an office.

when you got there, you knocked, waiting patiently for dream to prepare for you to enter. you were able to hear the clicking of a keyboard and dream’s faint voice talking into his microphone.

after giving him a few seconds, you let yourself in and saw him sitting at his desk, obviously busy. you were a little disappointed to see the twitch tab open on his monitor, but still put on a big smile as you remembered that he wanted you to sit with him while he was streaming. you poked your head around the door frame to make sure your presence was known.

“hi, i’m home,” you said softly, staring at your very sleep deprived looking boyfriend. dream muted himself and turned to you, taking his headset off.

he always took his headset off for you. it let you know that he was really listening to you. “hi, babe,” he said with a big grin on his face, staring at you with his big emerald loving eyes. your heart melted upon the sight of him staring at you with such a blissful, calming expression.

he patted his thigh, gesturing for you to come over. so it seemed you would be getting that well deserved rest after all.

strolling over, you gave him a quick peck on his lips before seating yourself comfortably on his lap. you buried your head in his chest as he reached over for his headset to put it back on again.

“sit here with me while i finish up?” he asked you gently, as he adjusted his headset. a nod of your head giving him confirmation to continue with his stream.

you’d done this a couple times with him. on particular days like these, it was becoming more frequent ever since your job gave you more hours.

no one knew of your relationship with dream except the two of you and perhaps a few of the closest people in your lives. you were content with that and wished it to stay that way for as long as possible.

you trusted dream to not disclose your relationship to the public without your consent. he was always keen on letting you in on things that both of you decided would be best in your relationship.

you just listened as he answered questions from chat and ran around in a minecraft world he had just generated. you felt the low vibrations against your head every time he spoke a word due to your head being right against his chest.

you could feel your eyes slowly begin to feel heavier and heavier, the weight eventually causing you to fully shut your eyes.

a feeling of warmth on top of your head eliciting you further into your sleepy state. dream’s hand had made it on top of your head, rubbing circular motions as he continued talking to his chat. he switched between his keyboard and your head every so often, keeping up with this pattern for at least another quarter to an hour.

finally, he wrapped up his stream saying his farewell to his viewers and ending the long stream. “y/n?” he said ever so delicately as to not awaken you in case you were asleep.

you hummed a quiet “hm?” in response, on the brink of slumber.

“let’s go to sleep, baby.” he tapped your thigh lightly, going back to massaging the circles into your temples at the same time.

you nodded in response, eyes still closed with no effort to open them. dream sighed before standing up, swinging you over his arms to carry you to your shared bedroom.

he dropped you on your bed, telling you to sit up so he could help you change into sleepwear, all doing so with you practically half asleep.

finally, you were both under the covers and pressed against each other, dream with an arm around you fondly. you snuggled up to him, letting out a doting sigh.

your motionless body led dream to deem you sound asleep so he did the same, at least you thought he did.

“i love you,” you heard him whisper to your presumed asleep self. he had never said those three words to you before. those three words made you feel like a thousand butterflies were fluttering in your stomach and just all around your body. you’ve heard those words being said millions of times from people like your family, but you had never felt those words until now. you never wanted to stop feeling them. your brain was about to shut down before, but it was wide awake now with a million thoughts flaring up with what to respond with.

“i love you too,” you whispered loud enough for him to hear. you had been scared to say it before, thinking he didn’t love you back. but now you were invincible, there was no fear behind a single syllable.

there were more noises of sheets and blankets being moved around as he pressed his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your waist. he kissed the crook of your neck ever so gently before burying his face in there, taking in your scent and holding you tight. not a single word was spoken after both of your confessions, but over a thousand words were said.

·  · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── ·  ·  

written by @faithajo24, added on & edited by me.

taglist: @etheriaaly

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

More than just a game

Warnings: dark elements including noncon and rape, oral, fingering, doxxing, stalking, and other explicit content. 

This is dark!Jake Jensen and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You find a new gaming buddy but he sees you as more than that.

Note: So this is my first Jake Jensen fic and it was lots of fun so let me know what you think and hope you enjoy. :D

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

Special shout-out to @navybrat817​ for helping me with this idea

After too many nights scrolling through subreddits and searching for something to keep you distracted, you decided to bite the hook. Several other redditors agreed to hop on Minecraft and it had been a while since you logged in. You missed the almost relaxing ritual of mining and building.

You joined the chat, quick to hit the little microphone emblem as you listened to the voices in your headset. You learned long ago to keep your mic muted on the servers, especially with strangers. The last time you dared to speak up as a woman in a game chat, your DMs had become so overwhelmed you deleted and started a new account on Discord and changed your ID on Steam.

You were all given your tasks as players called out coordinates and you kept to chopping up the side of a mountain. You mostly worked alone, chatting through text instead of voice chat. As you placed a crafting table in your little mine, another player, JJ-Smooth, popped up and dropped some iron for you. 

He stayed close but you didn’t mind. A lot of players tried to work together the deeper they got and you were used to it. As you uncovered some lava, he dumped water before you could get burned and helped you hack up the obsidian. 

He thanked you on the voice chat but you knew any courtesy in return would earn you the attention of the entire server. So you dropped some gold for him and went on your way.

“I hear a zombie,” he warned.

You turned to hack up the undead before it could get you, only to be shot by a skeleton hidden on the next level. Another appeared and you died before you could hide, the bony villain killed by your ally as you watched your possession scatter over the death screen.

“Hey, I got your stuff,” he said as you loaded back up, “I’ll find you.”

You typed quickly in the chat, ‘sorry, mic busted, give me your coordinates and I’ll come to you.’

You waited as ‘JJ-Smooth is typing…’ appeared at the bottom and finally he sent the numbers. You hopped over the blocky hills and through the forests until you found the mine again. He was just outside and handed over all your tools and ration. He headed back into the mine and you followed him. This time, you began your own path in the opposite direction.

Before you knew it, you’d lost track of time. You sat back as you realised it was only you and JJ on the server. The silence should have tipped you off earlier. He was the host and you felt super awkward for staying so long. You typed that you were logging off for the night and thanked him. 

You hit the keyboard with your knuckle and yawned as you opened the screen, 

“God, it’s late,” you muttered.

“Hello?” he said.

Your eyes rounded as you looked at the mic symbol and the lack of red line made you cringe. You’d hit an extra button without noticing.

“Um, hi, sorry, I just--”

“Mic busted, huh?” he asked.

“No, I--” you didn’t know what to say, “anyways, I should--”

“So, you’re a chick? Is that why you mute?”

“Uh, well, it’s just… easier, sorry, I--” even if you weren’t trying to hide from gamer dudes, you weren’t the best at conversation.

“A gamer girl, nice,” he said and you sighed, “sorry, that sounded weird, didn’t it?”

“Mhmm,” you touched your bottom lip as you cupped your chin, “it’s late, I have to work tomorrow.”

“You comin’ back?” he asked, almost hopeful.

“I don’t know--”

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said abruptly, “promise, lips sealed.”

“I really don’t know if I can do this too much, I usually work early mornings so… yeah,” you said.

“I get it but you know you’re always welcome, hope you don’t mind if I send you an invite now and then. No pressure,” he offered.

“Uh, sure,” you shrugged, “okay, yeah, good night.”

You left the chat quickly and pulled off your headset. Shit.

‘I’m Jake by the way,’ a pm popped up, ‘gg.’

You typed back, ‘gg, it was fun’ and quickly logged out. You sat back and rubbed your eyes. Well, he didn’t seem like a total creep, maybe just a bit awkward but so were you. You shut down for the night and stretched out as you switched off the lamp. You were going to pay for your session in the morning.

🎮

A few nights later you got an invite to the server. You debated it but as it was Friday, you decided to make good use of the PC you’d saved up forever to build. You spawned in the middle of nowhere and built a bed before you found the half-finished settlement. You joined the chat but you must have been early as you were the only one there.

You headed back to the same mine, some work done since the first night, and laid your torches as you ventured into the depths. You jumped in your seat as a voice broke your peace.

“I don’t think anyone else is gonna join,” JJ-Smooth, or Jensen said, “you think maybe you’ll unmute?”

You stopped your mining and stared at the screen. You hovered over the mic button and re-read his name, he was the only other one there. You clicked and gave a strained smile to the screen.

“So, um, what’s the goal tonight?” you asked.

“Get some materials and go back to the settlement, keep building, oh, maybe we could try a portal, you ever gone to the nether?” he said but before you could reply he kept on, “shit, I shouldn’t assume, you seem like an experienced player.”

“Yeah, a few times, but I’m more a casual miner,” you went back to harvesting stone and ore.

“Ah,” he said, and it was silent for a moment, “so, you work again in the morning?”

“Not tomorrow,” you said as you focused on the game, “daycare isn’t open on the weekends.”

“A daycare, huh? That sounds fun, I love kids… not in a weird way but you know, I… urgh, I have a niece,” he said with a nervous chuckle, “nah, that’s cool though, sounds more fun than my gig.”

“Oh?” you turned and kept your axe moving.

“IT. You know, some people would be like ‘hey Jensen, why do you spend all your free time staring at a screen when that’s what you do at work?’” he scoffed, “well, who says I’m not mining there too.”

You wrinkled your forehead and gave a small laugh. He was rambling and it was kinda odd. You were happy for once not to be the strange one.

“But anyway,” he said, “I found lots of diamond over here. If we get some lapis lazuli we can build an enchanting table and get some sick armour.”

“Awesome,” you pressed your fingertips to your lip as you leaned on your elbow, “should try to head back before dark…”

“Hard to tell down here. How about you mine and I’ll keep an eye out for monsters?” he offered.

“Sure,” you agreed as he came onto your screen, “that works.”

🎮

Another week went by and you ventured back into the server a few times but not for very long as late nights did not mix with young children. The next weekend, you joined again on Saturday night and like the last few times it was just you and Jensen. You wondered why no one else was joining when the subreddit was so popular but you didn’t worry about it for long.

You mostly played in silence, Jensen did most of the talking and it was never about anything more than the game or his niece’s last soccer game. That night when you left the game, he kept typing on Discord.

‘I like playing with you,’ his message blipped up.

‘Same, thx.’

‘Really, you’re awesome.’

‘Thx :) Tired, gotta sleep.’

‘Sweet dreams.’

‘Night.’

You changed your status to offline and dragged yourself to bed. You opened your phone as you laid in the dark and went to the subreddit, you scrolled through the builds and screenshots of other people’s catastrophes. 

You came to Jensen’s last invite post from that night but all the comments complained that the world code was incorrect. Hmm, you should tell him next time.

You blackened your cell and plopped it on your night table. You rolled over and buried your face in the pillow, the light still etched into your vision. You fell asleep quickly and woke the next day to another invite from Jensen.

‘How about some Fortnite? If you’re into it?’

‘Srry, can’t, my mom’s expecting me for lunch.’

‘2 bad, maybe later.’

‘Maybe’.

You got ready to go see your mother for your usual Sunday afternoon visit and it went by like any other. When she asked you what you’d been up to, you didn’t mention the gaming, she was never a fan of it. When you got back home, Jensen was messaging you again. You didn’t open the notification and settled in to catch up on some streaming before another week of work.

Monday hit you like a train and you were glad you hadn’t spent the night mining again. If you had, you doubted you’d even be able to open your eyes. You got to the daycare centre and welcomed in the kids. You got them set up for the morning snack then cleaned up as Sandy took them over to the reading circle.

You wiped the tables and then did some painting before you went out for some play time in the yard. As you watched several of the children on the swings, you glanced around. There was a man across the street. You squinted through the chain link as he seemed to be watching but assured yourself it was nothing as he quickly headed for the corner and disappeared.

Inside, the kids were due for quiet time, some napped and those who didn’t, stared at the ceiling and yawned. You could have joined them but knew that wouldn’t be acceptable. The end of the day came and you helped the kids pack up their paintings and their sweaters. You waited in the yard with them as the parents showed up and handed them off one by one.

You waved to Danika as she clung to her mother and your eye was once more drawn beyond the chain link. The same faded grey jacket, the same glasses, and the hat with the frayed brim. It was a better look at the man. Was he looking at you? Why on earth was he hanging around outside a daycare?

“Sandy,” you turned and lowered your voice as she neared, “see that man?”

She peeked over and shrugged, “which one? The guy crossing the street?”

You looked up again and like before, he was walking away casually as if he hadn’t just been staring through the fence. You shook your head and huffed. “Sorry, never mind.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” she waved her fingers, “come on, let’s clean up.”

With the kids all sorted out, you went back in and tidied up the last of their mess. You and Sandy were friendly but like with any, you weren’t very talkative. You never really knew what to say but you were never unkind.

You pulled on your jacket and checked your purse for your phone and wallet. You checked the time and turned off the lights. You bid Sandy goodbye as she headed for her SUV and you took your usual route down the sidewalk towards your bus stop. 

You stopped short as the man was there. You were paranoid, he must just be waiting for the same route. You approached and he turned to watch you as you sat on the bench. He smiled and the dread sank deep in your chest. 

His rectangular glasses gave light to his blue eyes and a goatee trimmed his jaw. He was tall and well-built, you could tell even under his comic book tee. He was going to talk to you, another weirdo in the city.

“Hey,” his voice was chillingly familiar, “how was your day?”

You stared at him and blinked cluelessly. You looked around, it was only the two of you. You opened your mouth but you had to be wrong. He said your name and you winced.

“Jensen?” you breathed as you stood and squeezed the strap of your bag, “why? How--?”

“You weren’t answering me, I was worried,” he said, “just making sure you’re okay.”

“What the-- I don’t understand how--” He stepped closer and you backed up against the bench. “Don’t, I’ll scream.”

“Scream? Why? I’m just-- You know me, it’s me, Jensen.”

“You doxxed me?” you snapped, “what the hell?”

“No, I didn’t-- I’m just checking on you--”

“I don’t know you,” you said as your heart began to race, “so please, leave me alone,” you edged away from him, “and don’t message me again.”

You sprinted across the street and as you came up on the curb, you looked back at him. He watched you but didn’t follow. You could tell from there he wasn’t happy but the brim of his cap shadowed most of his face so you couldn’t guess if it was hurt or anger. You quickly spun away and continued down the next street to the nearest stop.

You couldn’t believe he’d just shown up like that. You couldn’t believe he would think that was okay. You couldn’t believe he’d think that much about you.

🎮

You blocked Jensen on Discord and left his world on Minecraft. That night you were shaky and nervous, afraid that he would show up at your apartment. Did he know where you lived? He must if he could figure out where you worked.

You didn’t open Steam that night. You paced your small apartment, jumping at every noise. Sleep didn’t come easily but in shallow spurts that left you even more tired. You watched over your shoulder as you walked to your stop and boarded with one eye on the door.

Work was little better as you found yourself distracted in the room full of toddlers. Sandy asked if you were okay as you kneaded play-do violently. You shook yourself out of your paranoia and assured her you were only short on sleep, not a complete lie.

You took out your phone when you stepped out for a small break. Your mom had called but you would have to get back to her when you had two hours to waste. There was another notification, that one from Discord, a friend request from JJ-NoRematch. It wasn’t hard to guess who it was and you declined it right away.

There were several others from Jensen, too. He followed your Insta, blocked; he followed your mostly empty twitter, blocked; and he even commented on your LinkedIn like a weird. You closed your phone and took a breath before you headed back into the kids, their voices rising in their excitement to go outside.

In the yard, you had another look around, expecting to see him there on the other side of the fence. You were slightly relieved when he wasn’t but still on edge. You joined a game of tag then watched several of the kids line up for the slide. You lost yourself in your job as you told yourself he must have gotten the hint, at least not to bother you irl.

Just like the day before, and every day, you left work and headed for your stop. He wasn’t there either and you sat down and phoned your mom, hanging up as the bus pulled up with a promise to call her again when you were home. At home, you felt almost normal again and checked your notifications; no more follows, no more requests, nothing.

Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday passed in a similar fashion. Each saw your anxieties less than the day before. You even resolved to open Steam and start a new world for yourself. You spent hours mining and almost fell asleep in your chair. When you nearly tipped over, you decided it was time for bed.

You slept better than you had all week and woke up before noon. You wanted to log right back on but you had life to deal with; groceries, cleaning, and of course, making that call to your mother you’d delayed the night before. After all that, you felt accomplished and you decided to treat yourself to take out, a rare divulgence.

You called the local Chinese eatery and waited eagerly for your feast as you turned on a new episode of your current binge. You played on your phone until the battery was low and had enough juice to buzz up the delivery man. You dug for your wallet as you went to the door and unlocked it without looking up.

“How much--” you asked as you opened the door.

Your eyes met a familiar pair, two blue gems behind a pair of narrow glasses. Jensen wore the same cap and held the paper bag of take-out with a smile. You grabbed the door and tried to swing it shut but he was too quick as he slapped a large hand against the peeling paint.

“It’s on me,” he said, “I love spare ribs.”

“What the--” you gasped as you pushed on the door helplessly, “please go away.”

“You’re not answering me,” he said as he stepped closer and forced you back as his body brushed against yours, “you blocked me and I can’t even get a hey, Jensen, how are you?”

“I don’t want you here,” you tried to shove him and he shouldered you away easily, “get out!”

He slammed the door and you flinched. He put the bag down on the corner table and reached back to twist the lock without a look. His eyes roved around your entryway and further into your apartment. He smiled as they stilled and focused on you.

“This place is cute… like you,” he said and you heard a slight hesitation in his voice.

You swallowed and backed away from him. You spun on your heel and ran for your couch. You reached over the back to your phone and unlocked it as the battery icon flashed. You had just enough juice to make the call. You dialed as you turned back to him.

“I’m calling the police so you b-better l-leave,” you warned as your voice and hands shook, “I me--”

He was quick and before you could pull away, he swiped your cell out of your hand. He scoffed and tossed it across the room. It hit the wall and landed screen down on the hardwood. You bit down and pressed yourself to the couch. You stared at him and kicked yourself forward as you tried to slip past him. He caught you and wrestled you back into the front room.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked calmly as you struggled in his grasp, “I’ve been nothing but nice to you.”

“N-no, you’re-- you-- let me go,” you stammered as he angled you around the couch. He pushed you down so you bounced on the cushion. You tried to push yourself up and he pointed his finger in your face and wagged it. 

“No, you stay,” he growled and wiped his other hand on his jeans. He was nervous, even if he was angry.

“Please, why-- what do you want?” you grasped the cushion and hovered at the edge of the couch.

He sighed and sat in the chair. He took his hat off and set it on the table as he ran his fingers through his short hair. 

“Good question,” he said as his jaw squared and his eyes turned to pinpoints, “better one, why did you block me?”

“Are you serious? You-- you--” you struggled to get your words out, your voice even more splintered by your fear, “you doxxed me, you came to-- to my work-- and…”

“I thought we were getting along. I thought you liked me,” he said with a frown, “I really did, you sure acted like it and-- I only wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“But why wouldn’t I be? I--” you shivered and crossed your arms as you withered beneath his gaze, “Jensen, this was only supposed to be online.”

He scoffed and stomped his boot on the floor. He shook his head as he looked to the ceiling and his anger bulged along his temple. He tilted his head and looked at you again.

“You know, for years, I have been a nice guy, I am a nice guy,” he pushed his shoulders to his ears as he threw his hand out, “I’m so patient and caring and you girls, you don’t even give me a second look.”

“Jensen--”

“No, really, I mean look at you, you’re no supermodel and yet it’s the same thing, ‘let’s just be friends’,” he spat, “but I watch guys all the time treat women like shit and they don’t have any trouble at all, they got them hanging off of them and I’m a creep for giving them a compliment or opening the door--”

“I don’t… know you,” you eked out, “you have to understand--”

“I don’t understand,” he stood abruptly, “I’m done trying to understand.”

He pulled his jacket open and slid it down his arms. You watched him sling it over the chair and as he turned back to you, you stood. He caught your shoulders and held you in place. His strength was plain in his grip as he squeezed then slowly moved his hands to cradle your face.

“I just wanna be nice,” he said as he leaned in. You tried to pull away but he moved a hand around the back of your head and forced your lips against his. He poked his tongue inside your mouth roughly as you tried to shove him away. Finally, he parted, his hands still firmly around your head, “wasn’t that nice?”

“Please,” you begged as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

His eyes searched your face as you stared back at him in terror. He sighed and dropped his hands back to your shoulders. He pushed you down to the sofa harshly and backed away.

“Fine, I won’t be nice,” he snarled as he took his glasses off and folded them carefully. He put them on the table beside his cap and twined his fingers together, loudly cracking his knuckles.

You blinked at him as your eyes grew glossy. You brought your legs up under you and pressed yourself to the back of the couch. You grasped the upholstery and turned as you launched yourself over to the other side. You stumbled as you landed on your feet and ran for the door.

You were yanked back as he snaked his arms around you and took you off your feet. You kicked out and screamed but it was cut off by his palm as he kept one arm around your middle. You scratched at his hand as he dragged you back to the couch. He pushed you face down onto the cushions and planted his knee in the middle of your back, slipping his hand away as he put enough weight on you to keep your voice suffocated.

“Listen, I know I look like some IT nerd but I’m a lot more than that, now don’t make me hurt you,” he played with your hair as he smiled down at you, “you try that again and I will shut you up and if someone hears you, I can take care of them too.”

You sniffed as tears pricked in your eyes and nodded frantically as it felt as if he would snap your spine. He pushed off of you and you stayed as you were, paralysed with fear. He sat and unlaced his boots one at a time. He looked up as he set them neatly beside the foot of the chair and he bent to catch your eye.

“Well?” he pointed at you and traced the line of your body in the air, “let’s go.”

You stared at him dumbly and he stood to pull his tee over his head. His torso was sculpted perfectly and his chest trimmed with hair that trailed all the way down to his pants. He stepped forward and tugged at the back of your shirt.

“You want me to do it for you, baby?” he purred, “I can help you.”

You swatted him away and sat up. You bent your legs to your chest and hugged them. “Please, I’m scared, just leave me alone--”

His hand rested on his belt and exhaled again. His fingers moved swiftly to unloop the striped belt and unbutton his jeans. He pushed them down, nearly tripping as he stepped out of them. He stood in his boxers, tented with his impatient excitement, and gripped his hips.

“It’s okay, baby, I know you’re shy, I am too,” he neared and you winced as he grabbed your wrist. He tugged on your arm and you resisted until he bent your hand back painfully and you cried out. He tickled your jaw as he looked you in the eye and tutted, “it doesn’t have to be like this, alright?”

You went limp and let him pull your arms apart. Your legs slipped down and your feet dangled above the floor. He got to his knees and pushed between yours. He slowly rolled up the hem of your shirt and bent to kiss your stomach as he bared the flesh. You trembled as he forced your arms up and swooped the fabric over your head. It fluttered through the air and to the floor as he cupped your tits through your bright pink bra.

“Is this so bad?” he asked as he nuzzled your chest and pushed your tits up. 

He glided the straps down your arm and slid your bra lower so that you popped out. He nibbled at your flesh and traced your nipples with his tongue. You sat rigid and let him explore your body, too terrified to move a muscle. He reached around you and struggled with the hooks, frustrated he snapped the clasps and the band came free.

He continued to play with your chest, his fingers crawling up and down your stomach and sides. There was a genuine curiosity to his touch and it sent a chill through you. His fingertips pressed to the top of your pants and he pulled at them as his lips travelled down to your hip.

He tugged on your pants and jerked your entire body. He tore them lower as he pushed you up and you lifted yourself to let him peel away the layer. He added them to the floor and toyed with the elastic of your panties. The little bow in the front drew his attention as he pushed your legs wider and ran his nose along the cotton.

He hummed and rubbed his fingers down your crotch, pushing the fabric to your folds as he teased you through them. You inhaled sharply at the tingle it inspired and he pressed firmer against you, flicking his fingers along your bud as he noticed how it made you squirm.

He gently pulled aside the cotton and you felt his hot breath against you. You pushed on his head before he could delve into you. “Please, don’t--”

“Shhhh,” he threw your hand away from his head and bent over you, “just relax.”

He dragged his tongue along your cunt and lingered around your clit. You clenched as it sent a thrill through you and he moved his lips against you, suckling at you bud as your breaths grew raspy. You pushed yourself against the back of the couch and dug your nails into the cushion.

He slid a finger along your cunt and circled your entrance. He rubbed up and down as he kept his tongue swirling over your clit and you swallowed back as gasp as he poked inside. He felt around and added another finger, stretching you as he carefully pushed them in and out of you in time with his mouth.

He lapped you up and you closed your eyes, desperate to resist the coil winding within you. Your legs tensed against the couch and you tilted your pelvis without thinking. He sped up, the noise of his mouth and your slickness filled the silence. You let out a puff and moaned as you slapped the couch. The waves rolled over your flesh and you came into his mouth with a pathetic mewl.

He stilled his fingers as he lazily teased you with his tongue. He pulled his fingers out and sat back, the heat between your legs cooling in his absence as he licked up your juices. He watched you as he sucked his fingers and stood. Your head lolled and you edged forward on the couch. You tried to stand but he caught you and flung you back.

“We’re not done, baby,” he winked at you as he grasped the top of his boxers, “go on, lay down.”

You murmured your refusal and once more tried to get up. You slipped onto the floor and shakily crawled away as he dropped his boxers to his ankle. He grabbed you before you could get around the side and lifted you easily. He turned you and shoved you down onto your back as he lifted a leg over you.

He straddled you and again his hands roved over your body. You smacked at his fingers weakly but he easily ignored you. He kept one hand moving along your curves as he stroked himself with the other. He groaned and shook as he stroked his dick. Your eyes followed his hand and you gulped, he was thick.

He moved his knees back and pushed them up beneath your thighs as he kept a hand planted on your chest. He ripped your panties down your legs and untangled them from your feet. 

He held you down as he ran his tip along your cunt, wetting himself with your coerced arousal. You groaned and grabbed the arm of the couch above you. You tried to pull away from him.

He pushed against your entrance and you looked at him in shock. You couldn’t stop him. His eyes were set between your legs as he inhaled and slowly eased into you. He gasped as he got his tip inside you and his muscles tensed. He bit his lip as he dove further in and you gasped as he filled you inch by inch.

“Shitttt,” he moaned as he reached his limit and you whined at how full you were, “oh, baby.”

His hand slid from your chest and he gripped your hips as he pulled back and thrust. You exclaimed and he did it again, slowly as he watched himself impale you over and over. You curled your fingers against the couch arm and your feet arch as you pressed your thighs around him. He lifted your pelvis high as he angled his dick even deeper.

“You feel so good,” he rasped, “oh, baby, you’re so good. Ahh-hh-hh,” his voice fizzled as your walls clenched him and you closed your eyes as you felt the heat building. 

He moved his hand along your thigh and stretched it over your pelvis, pushing his thumb to your clit as he kept his pace. He purred as you writhed helplessly against him and you panted through the rising ecstasy.

“Please, please, please…” you chanted, unsure if you were begging him to stop or for more.

He moaned as he sped up and you sucked your lip under your teeth as you neared your peak. You quivered as your orgasm crashed into you and you let out a strangled cry. He snarled and planted his hands beside your head as he leaned over you, his hot breath tickled your face as he pounded into you.

Your legs bent around him as his pelvis rubbed against you and the friction drove you to another climax. You held onto the arm of the couch as he fucked your harder and harder. He kissed you and nibbled at your lip as he groaned and hooked an arm under to hold you close.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby,” he said against your cheek and you turned your head away from, “ah, here I--”

He spasmed and slammed into you. He took several long thrusts and stilled. He grunted and drew heavy breaths as he rested his weight over you. He grabbed your head and turned your head up as he pressed his forehead to yours. You kept your eyes closed as the flames slowly dwindled.

“Was that so bad?” he stroked your cheek and trailed his finger down to poke between your lips, “No, it’s what you wanted, isn’t it, baby?” he wiggled his hips and you hissed, “yeah, you want me.”

[tsukisangel]

apple pie <3

hinata shouyo had been watching livestreams since high school. one day during his first year, he came across a streamer who had named himself kodzuken. hinata hummed when he first saw it. well, this kodzuken was playing one of his favorite games. maybe he’d sneak in and lurk for a bit. a bit turned into an hour. and he ended up watching the entire five hour stream. kodzuken was so interesting and funny. before he ended stream, shouyo had decided to follow him. he’d definitely want to watch more of his streams. he was so cool.

“oh.” kodzuken had said right after shouyo followed. he smiled. smiled. “my first real follower. thank you, sho.”

shouyo never forgot about that moment. his first follower?? how could he forget? well, maybe kodzuken forgot, especially since shouyo changed his name. his first username ever was shorulez. of course he had to change it. plus, he never chatted to kodzuken. he always just lurked. this was around the time shouyo was learning to bake because he found out after baking with his grandmother that he enjoyed it. kodzuken would always stream at a perfect time, so it gave shouyo the opportunity to bake while watching.

so there shouyo was, baking while watching kodzuken’s stream.

kodzuken was obviously way more popular. shouyo was honestly so surprised he kept streaming. he felt so close to him. like a friend who wasn’t really a friend. he still didn’t type in chat though. even after so many years he was worried. plus, kodzuken was super famous. his chat was going so fast shouyo could barely read it. it made shouyo smile. after being kodzuken’s first real follower, seeing him with so many fans gave shouyo so much pride.

shouyo had also found out that apple pie was kodzuken’s favorite. so he learned to bake it. it was actually his best dish according to everyone he met and everyone who tried his baking. it was even on the board as a special at the bakery he worked at.

“okay,” kodzuken said, “i’m tired.” he yawned. when wasn’t he tired? shouyo laughed to himself. “and hungry. i’m gonna get myself some apple pie and take a nap. see you guys, uh,” he paused. “i don’t remember when i stream next. there’s some event i have.” he muttered. “it’s fine. you’ll see it on twitter. bye!” he said, turning the webcam off.

he muted his microphone and sighed, running a hand down his face. his roommate walked in the room. “done?” he asked.

“yes. finally.” kenma groaned. “it was such a long stream.” he whined.

“you’ve done how many 24 hour streams?” kuroo laughed, handing kenma a coffee. “decaf.” kuroo said.

“thank you.” kenma said wearily, taking a sip. he sighed. “i don’t know, i’ve just been tired recently. i think i need a break.” he said.

“then take one! you’ve been streaming every single week, multiple times a week, for how many years?” kuroo said. “i’m surprised you haven’t taken a break before.”

“streaming’s super fun.” kenma smiled. “but there’s so much going on right now. i’m just gonna take a little break. two weeks. that’s okay, right?” he asked kuroo, standing up and messing with his outfit.

“yes. it’s fine.” kuroo said, sitting in the chair. “your fans can wait. you matter more than this.”

“alright.” kenma said. he grabbed his bucket hat and wallet. “i’m going out then.” he took a big sip of coffee, setting it down. “a bakery opened up down the street a couple weeks ago so i’m just gonna walk there.”

“careful. you’re famous, you know.” kuroo teased.

kenma stuck his tongue out, walking out of the door and down the stairs of the apartment complex. contrary to people’s beliefs, kenma did not live in a mansion. and he didn’t want to. he just lived in a 3-room apartment. one room for him, one for kuroo, and one for his streaming. he and kuroo only lived there for five months so far. it was a perfect place. he never got recognized. the town was quiet and pretty small. there was a bakery he could walk to now. he saw online that their specialty was apple pie. it was amazing.

he walked in the bakery. it was a quaint place. whoever decorated it did really good because it was so comfortable and felt so homey. kenma definitely felt like he could live in that bakery.

“i’ll be right with you!” a voice called out from the back. even though the bakery was adorable, nobody was there. and kenma assumed only one guy was working at that moment. he smiled, looking around. he knew what he wanted, but he still wanted to look at other things they have. then he saw the guy walk out of the kitchen. “okay, hi, how can i help you?” the worker grinned.

“can i-” kenma started, then he saw the worker make a face. a very familiar one.

“oh. oh. um,” the worker started. “you’re- uh, kodzuken??” he asked. kenma laughed slightly.

“uh, yeah.” he said.

“oh, wow. you’re so cool! i’ve been watching your streams since i was in high school!” the worker grinned. “i’m hinata shouyo.” he said. “you want apple pie right?”

kenma nodded. “yes, please.” he said. “how old are you now?” he asked after a second, worried he might overstep boundaries.

“oh i’m 21.” shouyo shrugged, opening the case and serving a slice of apple pie. “i started watching around when you first started streaming i think.”

when kenma heard that, a feeling of guilt washed over him. there was no way he didn’t know who this was. “oh.” kenma said.

shouyo noticed these feelings and quickly said “i don’t chat.” he set down the plate of pie. “like, ever.”

“oh.” kenma said again, sounding a bit more relieved. “uh, how much for the pie?” he asked.

“oh, please, don’t worry.” shouyo said, waving it off.

kenma sighed. a lot of people were kind of like this. usually he accepted it, but it was a small business. he looked at the menu, giving shouyo the money, with a little extra cash.

shouyo smiled a bit, at how kenma just gave him the money with nothing else said. he set the money in the register and then slipped the rest in his pocket when he noticed there was more. “thank you.” he said, watching kenma take a bite. “you like it?”

kenma widened his eyes. “this,, this is the best apple pie i’ve ever tasted.” he said softly.

“you really like it?” shouyo asked, eyes brightening.

“are you kidding? i love it!” kenma grinned, loosening up a bit.

shouyo let out a sigh of relief. “i’m gonna be honest, ive been making apple pie ever since i found out it was your favorite.”

“thank you.” he was halfway done already. “it’s really good. this is amazing.” kenma nodded.

“of course!” shouyo shook his head and waved his arms. “baking is my favorite thing, i’ve been baking basically since you started streaming, so really it’s no big deal!”

“um,” kenma started, after debating with himself in his mind. “by the way, my, uh, my name is kenma. kozume kenma.” he said.

“oh! that- that makes a lot of sense.” shouyo laughed nervously. kozume kenma.

“just, please don’t go around, like sharing that.”

“no, of course not. i, like, respect your privacy and stuff.” shouyo nodded. “so, you live around here?” he asked.

kenma paused, clearing his throat. “kind of?” he said.

“i haven’t seen any, like, super big houses.” shouyo joked, laughing.

“it’s an apartment.” kenma muttered, taking another bite of his pie and then looking up at shouyo.

“oh! sorry.” shouyo said. then kenma quickly shook his head to try saying it was fine. the moment was a bit awkward.

“um,” kenma took the last bite. “i should get going.” he said, turning around. then he paused, closing his eyes. once he opened them, he turned around again. “thank you. uh, f-for supporting me for all these years. even if you haven’t donated or subbed or whatever. i appreciate you being there.” he nodded, quickly walking out.

he thought shouyo was kind of,, cute? he couldn’t tell if it was weird since shouyo was a fan who knew so much about him. he wondered exactly what shouyo knew or if he even remembered how either of their teen years went.

shouyo leaned against the wall with a grin wide enough to hurt his cheeks. he just met his idol. and he told him his real name. he put a hand over his heart. he really hoped kenma was gonna go back.

—

shouyo got home to his best friend/roommate after closing the bakery, still smiling wide. “tobio!” he exclaimed. “guess what??”

kageyama turned around, pausing the show he was watching. “what?” he asked.

“i just saw kodzuken at the bakery!”

kageyama raised a brow. “you mean, on your phone, right?” he asked.

“no! in person! he told me his real name.” shouyo grinned wide. “he’s so much cuter in person too.” he took his shoes off, sitting on the couch. “turn off the tv, i have a lot to say.”

kageyama sighed. he saw it coming.

they were in the couch talking about kenma for hours. kageyama was just listening, and shouyo was talking and talking and talking.

kageyama yawned. “sho.” he said.

“hm?” shouyo asked, stopping.

“it’s one in the morning. i’m exhausted. you have a crush on him.” kageyama said bluntly, walking out and into his room.

shouyo was left there, jaw dropped, eyebrows furrowed, as he stared at the person who was no longer there.

—

the next day, shouyo went to the bakery, getting everything ready and opening. he felt very energetic that morning. more than usual. he really hoped to see kenma that day. he quickly got to work on an apple pie. kenma had eaten the last slice the day before. shouyo did his best to make it as perfect as he could. he decorated it with more precision and when he cut it he was going very slow, trying not to make any mistakes.

when everything was set up, shouyo started working on the drinks, making sure everything worked. he also indulged himself in a coffee because he didn’t get very good sleep that night.

he heard the bell that sounded when the door opened and turned around, setting his coffee down. “welcome to-” he saw kenma at the door and grinned. “hey. welcome back.” he said.

“um, hi.” kenma said. he noticed the apple pie with the slice already cut out. he side eyed it but looked back at shouyo. “can i get some coffee?” he asked.

shouyo raised a brow, noticing how kenma eyed the pie. “busy today?” shouyo asked, grabbing a cup and filling it with coffee. he told him how much it would cost as he set it down, nodding his head to the bar with the sugar and whatever else kenma might need on it.

kenma opened the cap of the coffee, walking over to the bar. “kinda?” he shrugged. “i have, just, like, an event thing.”

“oh, i remember you mentioning it the other day.” shouyo said. “good luck! and, uh, you want some apple pie?” he asked.

kenma looked at shouyo with bright eyes, setting some money down after he finished with his coffee. he took a sip, letting out a soft breath.

shouyo chuckled. “you wanna take it with you?” kenma nodded, so shouyo put the slice of pie in a box, cutting another slice after giving it to kenma.

“thank you.” kenma smiled.

“have a nice day.” shouyo grinned.

kenma nodded. “you too.” he said softly, walking out.

little did shouyo know, kenma would come back later, asking for a hot chocolate and another slice of pie. that was almost right after kenma’s event, at noon. and then kenma went back again, at three in the afternoon. then once more, at seven in the evening.

so shouyo decided to ask, “do you want to take a whole pie home?”

kenma quickly shook his head, making shouyo laugh. “um, my roommate is gonna get mad at me.” kenma said.

shouyo didn’t know it, but kenma was lying. well, not really. kuroo didn’t mind when kenma brought home a whole pie, but then kenma ate it whole in one day. that didn’t matter though. the real reason was because kenma liked seeing shouyo. if he brought home a whole pie, he wouldn’t have a reason to keep going to the bakery and see shouyo. he’d have to wait until the next day?? he couldn’t do that.

he wanted to see shouyo’s tangerine hair, and listen to his soft, yet energetic voice all the time. he wanted to see his wide grin whenever he saw kenma. he couldn’t grasp what it was, but he loved just being around shouyo.

shouyo laughed. “alright. i’ll keep it between us.” he winked playfully.

for a second, kenma felt his heart start to pound in his chest. he winked at him. “thank you.” kenma almost squeaked out, not entirely being able to control himself? “i should go.” he smiled a bit.

“bye! have a nice night.” shouyo said. “and i hope you’ve eaten a full meal today and not just pie.”

“maybe.” kenma said, turning around and walking outside.

—

it had been a couple weeks since kenma started to go to the bakery every day. since kenma started streaming again, shouyo had a small box with a slice of apple pie ready for him. he saw kenma go on stream with the pie and eat happily. it made him feel good. kenma loved his pie. the guy who’d idolized him for so long loved shouyo’s pie. it made his heart smile. and he actually smiled.

“guys. this pie. best fucking thing i’ve ever had. i know i say it every day but it’s so good.” kenma said, smiling at his chat. “i’ve been going to this place for weeks now.”

shouyo bit his lip, thinking up a plan. he really liked kenma. they talked more and more every day. he already felt so close to kenma and they had barely known each other for a couple weeks. he hoped kenma felt the same way, because if not he’d be super embarrassed for what he was going to do.

he got the next box ready, grabbing the prettiest sticky notes and the prettiest pen he could find.

while kenma streamed, he wasted about twenty notes trying to get it right. kenma finished streaming by the time he was done. they were short streams recently. about two or three hours. kenma told shouyo that he just felt drained since he was doing so much and didn’t take much time for himself. shouyo couldn’t imagine doing that. he’d probably love all the attention, but putting himself in kenma’s shoes made him think about how stressful it truly was. kenma was so timid, and quiet. he told shouyo that he made himself act like his viewers were his best friends so he wouldn’t be overly enthusiastic.

kenma walked in the bakery just as shouyo closed the box. “hey, sho.” kenma smiled, leaning on the counter. shouyo grinned at him, taking the money from kenma’s hand as he handed him the box. “i’m eating here today.” kenma said.

“too tired to walk back home?” shouyo asked, handing kenma a decaf coffee to go with the pie.

kenma nodded. “you get me.” he sighed heavily, fixing his coffee up the way he liked it. “did i seem too low energy on stream?”

“just a bit towards the end.” shouyo said. “but it’s fine. we all have our off days.” he waved it off with a kind grin towards kenma.

those grins of his. they always made the butterflies in kenma’s stomach go wild. shouyo was just so attractive. kenma couldn’t get enough of him. he leaned on the counter and sipped his coffee.

“mind if we sit together?” shouyo asked. “i’ve been standing here all day.”

“any customers?” kenma asked, sitting down. shouyo followed soon after.

“just one.” shouyo shrugged. “i seriously feel like i own this place.” he sighed. “my boss is never around and there are no other employees.” shouyo huffed. his pouty face was so cute. kenma knew he shouldn’t be thinking that, but he couldn’t help it. he noticed shouyo quickly shift moods though. a wide grin grew on his face. “you gonna eat your pie?”

kenma raised a brow. “i am.” he said suspiciously, opening the box. he saw a sticky note, noticing shouyo was looking at him intensely. he picked the sticky note up, reading it.

‘pie love you! go out with me? - shuu sho hina shouyo! <3’

kenma smiled, face going red, laughing a bit at the way shouyo crossed out his name. “it’s- i just want to clarify i’m not like in love with you, uh, y-yet. i just really like you.” shouyo blushed.

kenma blamed his boldness on his streamer brain still being on, but he reached out and kissed shouyo’s cheek. “i like you too.” he whispered. “i’d gladly go out with you.” he started to eat his pie.

“great! wow.” shouyo let out a sigh of relief. “i thought you’d say no. cuz of the, like, streaming thing and how i’m a fan or whatever. i mean, i don’t think it’s weird. i just thought you might think it’s weird. but now i know you don’t think it’s-”

“sho.” kenma laughed. “it’s not weird. now, let me eat my pie in peace.”

“sorry.” shouyo said, drinking a sip of his coffee. he was smiling though. he was so so so happy. well, who wouldn’t be happy? he thought of the date he planned, wondering if it was enough.

-

shouyo showed up at kenma’s apartment at seven in the night, knocking on the door. it took kenma a bit but he eventually gave him his address. of course he understood. kenma was a pretty big streamer, and he actually told shouyo a couple stories about some creepy things that had happened. he said the reason he moved was because he was doxxed, and he was worried his friends and family would be too, especially since his first apartment was very close to his parent’s house. it sucked that kenma had to be so cautious. shouyo was just glad kenma trusted him.

the door opened to who shouyo assumed was kenma’s roommate. he grinned. “hello!” he said. “im hinata shouyo.” he said. he was basically shaking with excitement. he had heard of kenma’s roommate, but first he knew he was kenma’s best friend. he remembered kenma talking about it one stream. they had known each other since middle school. shouyo only had one friend like that. kageyama, of course. except they’d been friends since only high school.

kenma’s roommate smiled. “kuroo tetsurou.” he said. “i’ll get him. would you like to come in?” he asked.

“oh. uh, yeah.” hinata nodded, and kuroo opened the door for shouyo to walk in.

“you can sit on the couch? you want water or anything?” kuroo asked.

shouyo sat down on the couch. “no, thanks.” he said, smiling. kuroo nodded and walked away, into a room. shouyo looked around. he felt weird thinking about it, but he was sat in his idol’s living room. of course, kenma wasn’t really an idol and more of a friend, for now, but he still felt it. he had been such a big fan for so many years. kenma’s streams helped him through so much, and he was finally going on a date with him. kenma was so pretty and soft and-

“KUROO!” kenma yelled, and shouyo heard a big thud. “GET OUT! YOU SUCK YOU SUCK YOU SUCK!”

shouyo heard kuroo’s loud laughing, and he walked outside of a room. “he’ll be out shortly.” kuroo smiled at shouyo, who nodded. “so, you’ve been watching kenma since he started, huh?”

“yeah.” shouyo smiled. “i was a big fan of him. he was actually the only one i watched.”

“was?”

“well, i feel weird saying i’m still a ‘fan’ when we’re friends now.” shouyo blushed. “dating. we’re dating now.” his heart fluttered.

kuroo could tell shouyo really liked him. it radiated from shouyo’s energy. he was excited, and so happy.

kenma walked out of his room, face red. he stole a glare at kuroo, but then smiled at shouyo. “you look nice.” he said. “i, uh, didn’t know what to wear so i dressed as nice, but casual? as i could.”

“you look great.” shouyo said happily, standing up and holding his hand out for kenma. “let’s go.”

“have fun, you two. not too much fun though.” kuroo chuckled. “and use protection.” he sang.

kenma widened his eyes. “kuroo. i will punch you in the face.”

“you can’t reach.” kuroo teased.

kenma glared at him, looking away and leading shouyo outside. shouyo smiled at the interaction. “so, what’s the plan tonight?”

“well, if you’re okay with it, i was thinking we could go to my place and i could teach you how to make apple pie. and also how to make my favorite baked good. i love apple pie, but not as much as you.” shouyo laughed. “i-it’s simple, i know.” he said, walking to his car and opening the door for kenma. “but-”

“it’s perfect.” kenma said, getting in.

shouyo grinned, getting in the car and starting to drive. “i have a roommate too, and i told him to stay in his room but he might poke his head out sometimes, so sorry about that.”

“don’t worry about it.” kenma said. “roommates are annoying.” he joked.

-

shouyo opened the door of his house, looking around. he saw his roommate on the couch. “tobio.” he huffed.

“what?” kageyama asked.

“i told you i had a date.” shouyo whined.

“you were serious?” kageyama looked at him with raised eyebrows, then seeing kenma who started snickering.

“yes!” shouyo said. “did you do what i asked?”

“yeah. i’m a good friend, i help you through your delusions.” kageyama turned the tv off, standing up. “have fun,” he paused, “or whatever. i’m putting headphones on, in case you wanna, i don’t know, fuck?” he walked away and into his own room, closing the door.

shouyo got red. “he’s such an idiot. i’m so sorry.” he said to kenma.

“it’s fine.” kenma said, shaking his head. “we need new roommates.” he joked, following shouyo to the kitchen. “wow.” he said, looking at the setup. “you have a lot of stuff.”

“i told tobio to take it all out.” shouyo said. “he even set it up the way i like it.” he said happily. “maybe i won’t kick him out.” kenma laughed. “here.” shouyo handed him and apron, putting one on himself.

kenma looked at it, confused. he never cooked or baked a day in his life. “um, how do i tie it?”

“you don’t-” shouyo sighed, smiling softly. “come here. let me help you.” he said, helping kenma with the apron. he tied it around kenma’s neck, then around his waist. “there.” he said, raising his sleeves.

“thank you.” kenma said, blushing. “i’m a bit embarrassed.” he said.

“don’t worry about it.” shouyo laughed. kenma noticed shouyo’s arm muscles. he never really looked, but he almost drooled at the sight.

“you’re muscular.” kenma said.

“oh, i did volleyball in high school. and then i played a bit for fun in college, because tobio’s going pro and he wanted someone to practice with. but i decided to quit because i wanted to keep my focus on baking.” shouyo said. “tobio makes me work out so i can keep him working out.” he said. “we kind of have fun together though. we make it a competition.” shouyo grinned.

“kuroo also is in something with volleyball. uh, japan volleyball association?” kenma shrugged. “not entirely sure.” he said. “but he makes a bunch of money.”

shouyo smiled. “sounds like we both know volleyball geeks.” he said.

“he made me play in high school too.” kenma said. “think we played against each other without knowing it?”

“i wonder. i would definitely have remembered you. how could i forget someone as gorgeous as you?” he winked.

“sho.” kenma got red. “let’s bake!” he said.

“pie? or my thing? pie takes longer.” shouyo said.

“mmm, pie first.” kenma nodded, smiling a bit.

“whatever you say.” shouyo said. he started listing off ingredients, and kenma started to separate them. “most people do dry ingredients then wet ingredients then mix them together but that makes too much of a mess and you have to use two bowls and i don’t understand why people do it anyway.” he shrugged, waving it off. he grabbed a large bowl, looking at kenma. “wanna put the ingredients together?” he asked.

kenma nodded, looking at them. “uh, what do i do first?”

“something easy, since i don’t measure anything. i just eye it.” shouyo chuckled. “eggs.” he said, holding the egg carton and opening it. “recipes usually call for one, but i like to put two since i always double my recipe in case i mess up somewhere. and then if i don’t i get two pies!” he grinned.

kenma grabbed the egg. “i just, uh, tap it against the counter?” he asked. “i don’t want to make a mess.”

“it’s fine. i’ll make tobio clean it up anyway.” shouyo joked. “hit it hard, but not too hard. and don’t worry if you drop the egg, we all mess up our first-” kenma tapped the egg against the counter perfectly and cracked it perfectly. he made no mess at all. “guess you’re perfect then.” shouyo said.

“i think i spaced out?” kenma said, grabbing another egg. he went quiet, doing it again. he seemed focused. he smiled. “i wanna do more.” he said.

“well maybe if you weren’t so perfect and messed up you’d be able too.” shouyo nudged him, setting the eggs down. “okay, now you can take this and dump it in the bowl!” shouyo said.

they kept baking, and shouyo found that kenma actually wasn’t so perfect, because he made a huge mess with the flour. they laughed about it though. “how did i get it on my face??” kenma laughed.

shouyo tried to wipe it off both his and kenma’s face but he was laughing too much. “my question is how you could’ve possible dumped it everywhere except the bowl?? there’s no flour in the bowl, ken!”

“shut up!” kenma exclaimed, his hands leaning on shouyo’s chest as he hunched over. “you said dump it in the bowl!”

“yeah, in.” shouyo leaned back a bit, throwing his head back.

“i tried my best.” kenma gripped shouyo’s shirt, both of them shaking from the laughter.

they both moved back once they calmed down, continuing to bake the pie. finally, they got it into the oven. they had a bunch of fun with it. kenma sat down, sighing. “here.” shouyo said, grabbing a towel and wetting it and then going over to kenma. “can i?” kenma nodded. shouyo leaned down and gently wiped the flour off of kenma’s face.

“thank you.” kenma said. “sorry i made such a big mess.”

“it’s fine. i always make a mess.” shouyo chuckled at himself, moving away from kenma.

“come back.” kenma whispered, and shouyo looked at him, leaning down again.

“yeah?” shouyo whispered.

kenma leaned up and connected their lips together. shouyo’s heart completely stopped. he leaned into the kiss, holding onto kenma’s face. kenma grabbed shouyo’s wrists, holding his hands there. that was their first kiss, and shouyo felt like the entire world slowed down, like it was only him and kenma.

kenma felt the butterflies in his stomach multiply over and over. he felt sparks all over, wanting to pull shouyo closer. after a bit, kenma pulled away for air. “shouyo.” he breathed. shouyo hummed, kissing kenma again. kenma moved his hands to hug around shouyo’s neck. kenma pulled away. “kissing you is the best thing i’ve ever felt.” kenma smiled softly.

“i’d kiss you forever if i could.” shouyo whispered, mesmerized by kenma. he was just so perfect.

-

it was safe to say the rest of the date went well. they baked shouyo’s favorite, and they ate a bunch of pie. shouyo didn’t even think it was healthy to eat that much pie, but he didn’t mind because he was happy. and kenma was happy.

he kissed kenma every chance he could that night, because he really did mean he would kiss kenma forever. he loved the way his lips felt on his. they felt so nice together.

kenma stayed over shouyo’s house, because shouyo promised breakfast. they slept in shouyo’s bed together, and they cuddled and talked for a very long time. they stayed up until three in the morning. shouyo said the next day was the one day he had off from the bakery because there was some sort of inspection and his boss was a maniac about it.

luckily for kenma, that just meant another day to be together.

he woke up with a small smile, then realized the bed was empty. he feared he dreamed it all for a second, but then looked around, letting out a breath of relief. he heard muffled conversation outside the room, and he smelled something delicious. pancakes. he walked outside and followed the smell into the kitchen with the small dining room, where tobio and shouyo were talking.

“blue is your color! what are you talking about?” shouyo exclaimed.

“literally nothing about me has to do with blue! i-i don’t even like blue, where the fuck did you get this from??” tobio exclaimed back. shouyo was setting the table, setting down three plates of blueberry pancakes and sitting down with tobio.

“it just fits! you’re crazy.” shouyo huffed, exasperated. kenma noticed the time on the microwave. it was ten. he wondered how these two had so much energy.

tobio opened his mouth to speak when kenma spoke up. “good morning.” he muttered. the two looked at him, kageyama grabbing his plate and sneaking out to his room after muttering a “morning” to kenma.

shouyo didn’t seem to even notice, or he didn’t care. “good morning.” he grinned at kenma, motioning to the seat across from him. “you sleep okay?” he asked. kenma nodded, kissing shouyo’s cheek and sitting down.

“very comfortably.” kenma said, taking a bite of the pancakes. “mm!” he hummed happily. “really good.” he said, his voice muffled and his hand over his mouth.

“good.” shouyo nodded. “want me to drive you home after breakfast?” he asked.

kenma was about to shake his head, but then he nodded. “yes. i want to show you something.” he said.

shouyo perked up. “show me something?” he asked. kenma gave shouyo a mischievous look, smiling. “i guess i have to wait.” shouyo chuckled. “ah, i forgot.” he said, setting down a mug. “coffee. caffeinated, since it’s the morning.” he said. “i made it just the way you like it by the way.”

kenma took a sip. “you did.” he said. “i’m surprised you remember it.” he said. “thank you for all of this. and the date. i really had fun, sho.” he said.

“me too.” shouyo said. “a second date would be fun.” he said.

“i’d like to officially call you my boyfriend before that though.” kenma said.

shouyo’s eyes widened. he was so surprised by this. especially from kenma. he noticed doubt seeping into kenma’s eyes and quickly grinned and nodded. “yes! of course, boyfriend.” shouyo sang. kenma laughed softly.

“okay, boyfriend.” kenma said.

—

when shouyo drove kenma to his apartment, kenma excitedly led shouyo up. “kuroo!” kenma exclaimed, banging on the door. “i forgot my keys! open up, asshole!” shouyo laughed a bit.

kuroo opened the door, glaring at kenma. “you just woke me the fuck up.” kuroo said.

“apple pie for breakfast?” kenma held it up to him. then he shoved it in his arms, pushing past him. “you’re welcome!” he sang. kuroo sighed deeply, closing the door.

kenma walked towards a room, covering shouyo’s eyes. “hey, boyfriend, i can’t see.” shouyo joked.

“that’s the point.” kenma laughed. shouyo heard him open a door and he was being led into a room. kenma placed him in a certain spot. “keep your eyes closed.” he said, removing his hand as he moved to close the door. “okay, open.”

shouyo opened his eyes and was greeted by kenma’s gaming room. shouyo gasped, looking at everything. he looked at the setup. “woahhhh! kenma, this is so cool!” he exclaimed.

kenma smiled. “i wanted to show you since you’ve been such a big supporter. and i really like you.” kenma said.

“so, how does all this work?” shouyo asked.

“well, i can stream and show you.” kenma said. shouyo looked at him with furrowed brows. “i want to introduce you to them.”

“you always said you’d want to keep your relationship private.” shouyo said.

“i know, but, i really really like you shouyo.” kenma went up to him, his arms around shouyo’s neck. he pecked shouyo’s lips. “it’s like some love at first sight shit.” he joked. shouyo laughed, wrapping his arms around kenma’s waist and pulling him in for a hug.

“if you really wanna.” shouyo said.

“i’m not gonna share your name though. to them, you are boyfriend.” kenma said. shouyo nodded. kenma also handed shouyo a face covering to cover his mouth and nose. “extra privacy.”

“i like that name anyway.” shouyo said, putting the mask on. kenma smiled, kissing shouyo once more before pulling up another chair and sitting down in his. shouyo sat next to him, watching him work to set everything up. he started streaming immediately actually. he set some music on, humming to it while he fixed everything. shouyo saw a split screen where kenma could see how they looked. “they can’t see?” shouyo asked.

“can’t hear either.” kenma said. “okay, i’m gonna put us on now. actually,” kenma said, pushing shouyo’s chair a bit out of view. “okay, now i’m going on.” he said. he messed with a couple things, showing his camera. “hi everyone.” he smiled, waving at them. “wow, hi. a lot of love today.” he said. he smiled. shouyo noticed he looked happy. kenma stole a glance at shouyo, then looked back at the stream. “why don’t i have pie today? good question. i didn’t go to the bakery either.” he said. “oh? why? well, because i brought him with me.” he smiled, blushing softly. he pulled shouyo’s chair closer to him. shouyo smiled, waving at the camera.

“woahh, it goes so fast.” shouyo said. “it’s so different seeing it here. as a viewer, you can read almost everything.” he said softly.

kenma smiled, pecking shouyo’s cheek. “this is boyfriend.” kenma said. “i wanted to introduce him to you guys even though i said i would keep my relationship private because he’s special. he’s very special.” kenma looked at shouyo, who looked back at him.

“you’re so cute.” shouyo said. “i’m lucky to be boyfriend.” he said, leaning on kenma. “play a game play a game!” shouyo said, lifting his head up.

“sh, hold on. i’ll get to that.” kenma laughed. “i can’t tell you guys his name. i want to respect his privacy.” he said. “that’s also why he has a face covering on. i know you guys get crazy sometimes.” kenma shook his head. “he’s not famous, he just works in a small bakery. his information is probably out on the internet somewhere.”

“that’s probably true. to- uh, my roommate found my house address just by searching up the school. and i probably have info out because of the bakery.” shouyo said.

“really?” kenma asked. “that easy?” shouyo nodded. “that’s terrifying.” he said.

“well, you have like people who watch you all the time, so yeah. for me, it’s like, you have to be a serial killer to find me? and, i don’t know of any serial killers around me, so i’m good.”

kenma laughed. “you’re kind of dumb.” he teased. “it’s cute.”

shouyo pouted, but remembered kenma couldn’t see. “i’m frowning right now.” he said.

—

after the stream, shouyo and kenma took a walk to the park and were walking back to the apartment, talking more and more. they talked about the stream and how much fun they had. kenma said he was blowing up more than usual. “it’s because of your good looks. they couldn’t even see you and knew you were hot.” kenma joked.

shouyo laughed. “i can’t help it if i radiate attractive energy.” he joked.

they just reached kenma’s apartment, and shouyo stopped at the door. “i should get home. me and tobio have working out to do.”

kenma smiled. “call me when you’re done.”

“i will.” shouyo kissed kenma. kenma held onto shouyo, keeping him close. “i can’t wait to be with you.” shouyo said. “i think we’re gonna be together a long time.”

“i sure hope so.” kenma said. “i mean, i havent seen any flaws yet.” he joked.

“that’s because i don’t have any.” shouyo joked. he kissed kenma once more. they held the kiss for a bit, only pulling away because it was getting hard to breathe. “i’ll call you.”

“i’ll be waiting.” kenma said, kissing shouyo’s hand and watching him walk away. he leaned on the door of his apartment. shouyo would probably be the death of him. if the apple pie didn’t kill him first.

-

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✨🥺🥰 Sykkunos Sister 🥰🥺✨

Part One

Author's Note: Fuck time lines. I don't care if time lines don't add up. I mean on any other occasion I would care but right now at this exact moment in time, I couldn't fucking care less.

Word-count: 4k

Warnings: idk

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You walked into your new apartment, your two roommates and life long friends by your side.

You smiled and turned to the two, “You see this ladies?” You said with a satisfied smirk on your face, “All of our hard work finally paid off.”

“I can’t believe we’re actually here.” Addie said with stars in her eyes. “A couple of years late maybe, but still here in L.A”

You chuckled “I can't believe we wanted to move here as soon as we got out of highschool.”

“Yeah imagine how horrible that could've gone?” Your other friend Selena spoke up.

You visibly shuddered at the thought of how bad that could've been. You felt a buzz in your back pocket and looked down at your jeans.

“Me and Selena are gonna check out this place before we start bringing the boxes in.” Addie told you as her and Selena walked off.

You nodded your head as you pulled out your phone from your jeans. It was a text message from one of your brothers' roommates.

Toast Are you in L.A yet?

You Yeah, I just walked into my new apartment

You quickly typed out and hit send. You’ve been in contact with your brothers’ friends for a while now. You haven’t seen Thomas, or Sykkuno, in years and you wanted to surprise him during one of his streams.

He was streaming Proximity Chat Among Us with; Toast, Lily, Poki, Rae, Ludwig, Dream, Brooke, Jacksepticeye and Corpse. You were a fan of all of them.

You lived a couple blocks away from your brother and his friends which was very convenient for you, considering as the younger of the both of you it is your duty to be the most annoying human being possible. So random pop ups at his home would be much much easier.

Toast I told the lobby that I ordered delivery so they expect an interruption

You Ooooh big brain moment

Toast But I did actually order pizza, it’s pick-up so can you do me a favor and pick it up on your way

You I revoke my “big brain moment”

Toast sent you the address for the pizza parlor and the OfflineTV house.

“I’m gonna go surprise Thomas.” You called out into your apartment, “I promise I'll be back to help unload the stuff.”

“You better, considering you're the strongest one here.” Selena responded.

You chuckled and walked out of the door and into the hallway that led to the exit of your new home.

Your apartment only had two floors, you were lucky enough to score the bottom floor. It was two bedrooms and two bathrooms. The three of you slept in the smaller guest room. You had bought two bunk beds from Ikea that you planned on placing in that room.

In the master room was where everything Important was. Selena wanted to be a streamer, so her gaming set-up was in that room. Selena wasn't one of those well known streamers but she had a following. Addie wanted to be a model, so the majority of her clothes were in the master bedroom closet, whilst you and Selena shared the smaller closest in your shared room.

You on the other hand wanted to make music. All of your instruments were in the master bedroom. You owned an electric keyboard, a guitar, a bass guitar, a cello, and you just started learning how to play the ukulele.

The room set up plan was simple. You had two desks on opposite sides of the room. Selena would get the wall with the window if she ever planned on using more natural light. Selena's desk would hold her gaming set-up, she currently had two monitors, but she's saving up to buy a third.

Your desk had the latest IMac, it was a moving away gift from your family, everyone pitched in. You had an inexpensive but high quality microphone to record vocals.

In between the two desks you had a futon and coffee table gifted to you guys by Addie's grandma. Noise cancellation foam pads would coat the walls.

But you haven’t done any of that stuff yet considering everything was still in the U-Haul truck.

You walked out of the apartment whilst typing the address to your brothers home in your Waze app, you added the pizza parlor in as a stop.

You got into your SUV and started the car. You connected your phone to the bluetooth and shuffled one of your Spotify playlist.

White Tee by CORPSE began to blast through your speakers. You bopped to the rhythm and began to lip sync the lyrics.

~~~

It took you 30 minutes to collect the pizza and drive to your brothers house. You stood outside the door with the pizza balanced in your hand as you attempted to ring the doorbell.

You texted Toast beforehand so you hoped he was prepared and wouldn’t make you wait outside. You didn’t like being outside, it meant that people could see you. And you didn’t like that.

You stood outside for a couple of seconds before Toast finally opened the door.

“Finally!” You exclaimed as you pushed past him to enter his home.

“Welcome.” He said sarcastically.

“Where’s my brother's room!?” You asked excitedly.

Toast pointed you towards the direction of Sykkunos’ room and you went running.

You stood outside of his door all giddy and happy, apparently they were playing proximity chat among us. So if Sykkuno was next to anyone in- game they would surely hear you, as well as the rest of the offlinetv house.

You took a deep breath and shouldered the door open.

“I’VE GOT A PIZZA DELIVERY FOR THE BESTEST BIG BROTHER IN THE ENTIRETY OF THE WORLD!” You all but shouted, scaring him off of his chair.

He turned to look at you and his face of fear quickly morphed into one of pure happiness.

“I call him Thomas but apparently his stage name is Sykkuno. I wonder where he got that from.” You said, this time more calmly.

“Y/N!” Sykkuno said happily. He quickly got himself off the floor and tackled you in a hug.

“You know I would hug you back but like… I’m holding a pretty big pizza.” You told him. The smile on your face was so big it began to hurt your cheeks.

Sykkuno brought his hands to your shoulder and held you at arm's length. He looked you up and down.

“You’ve really grown.” He told you.

“Yeah.” You agreed, nodding your head, “You still look like a ten year old.” You said jokingly.

You laughed and he joined in. You placed the pizza down, and he led you towards his set up.

“We’re gonna need another chair.” He said looking around.

“No we don’t,” You said plopping down into his chair.

He gave you a weird look.

“I’m the guest.” You said waving your hand.

He didn’t say anything, he just looked you dead in the eyes. Right into your soul.

You felt a shiver run down your spine.

“I don’t like it when you do that.” You said as you stood from his chair.

“I only ever do it to you.” He said as he walked by you to reclaim his chair.

“That’s why I don’t like it.” You grumbled.

A couple of minutes later you got your own chair, they were even nice enough to give you a water bottle. You sat next to Sykkuno with one of his earbuds in your ear so you could hear what was happening in his game.

So far you’ve run into Rae, Poki, Toast and Lily and you told all of them about your relation to Sykkuno though Toast and Lily already knew.

Sykkuno passed by Jack and you were about to scream in the mic, but someone reported a body.

“Well now I’m disappointed.” You mumbled to yourself.

“The body was i-“

“What! Toast is dead!” You said shocked, “We were just with him.”

There was a moment of silence within the game.

“Who’s that?” Jack asked.

“Yeah,” The other players muttered in agreement.

“That’s my sister, Y/N.” Sykkuno said.

A gasp could be heard from almost everyone

“Sister!” Ludwig shouted over the gasps, “Sykkuno you didn’t tell me you had a sister. I thought we were best friends.”

“I’m not really his sister.” You told them.

“Yeah she’s my foster sister.” Sykkuno explained.

“When I was younger Sykkunos' family was my foster family, until I was adopted by a lovely couple in Chicago.” You said.

“We haven’t seen each other since her adoption.” Sykkuno continued.

“And that was. What? 10-ish years ago?” You finished turning to Sykkuno.

“Yeah around that time.” He answered.

You brought your water bottle up to your lips and began to drink.

“Well it’s great to meet you Y/N!” Brooke said excitingly.

A chorus of “nice to meet you” entered your ear, but a very distinct “what up baby” caused you to spit your water back into its bottle.

“What’s wrong?” Sykkuno asked as he looked towards you.

“That did something to my stomach.” Was all you said.

“The water?” Sykkuno questioned further.

You felt your face heat up.

“Yeah.” You said nodding your head. “It’s totally the water. It couldn’t possibly be for any other reason.” You said bring your hand up to hide your smirk with your knuckles.

You turned your head and saw the chat exploding with the word SIMP in all caps.

~~~

You were at Sykkunos house a couple of days after that incident. He was streaming Proximity Chat Among Us with the same lobby again. They were playing in Polus.

Corpse was telling the lobby about his day when you thought to yourself, “I wanna wake up to the sound of your voice.”

You scrunched up your eyebrows wondering why it got quiet all of a sudden before Sykkuno bursted into fits of laughter as well as the rest of the lobby.

It finally dawned on you that you said that out loud. Your eyes widened and your face began to heat up.

“That sounded so suggestive, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I was speaking out loud.” You began to laugh with the rest of the group and Corpse joined in quickly after.

The game started and you were all calmed down.

“I still can’t believe I said that out loud.” You announced to the group. A few giggles left their mouths as well as your own.

“No but just imagine waking up at 7 am to Choke me like you hate me but you love me! Every single fucking day.” You said before bursting into laughter, the lobby joining in soon after.

Sykkuno was doing his tasks in O2 before he announced to his stream he had to use the bathroom.

“I’ll watch the game for you but I won’t play because… I don’t want to.” You told him as he muted his discord and got up from his chair.

“That’s fine.” He said and left the room.

You turned to his chat. They started bombarding you with questions.

“What’s your Instagram.” You read aloud.

“Oooh shameless plug, follow me on all of my socials @y/n, also subscribe to my YouTube channel “Y/N L/N” I make music…sometimes.” You answered.

“Do you simp for Corpse.” You read another.

You pursed your lips. “I’m not gonna answer that question, but I will confidently admit that I simp for Rae and Poki.” As you finished that statement, Corpses avatar walked into the room.

You reached over to Sykkunos Keyboard and un-muted his mic.

“Hey Corpse!” You chirped.

“Hey Y/N.” He replied. “Where’s Sykkuno?” He asked you.

“What, am I not good enough?” You asked with mock offense

He chuckled before speaking up. “No, I was just wondering.”

“He’s in the bathroom.” You answered. “I’m all by my little old self. Minus the stream of course.” You turned to smile at Sykkunos camera before focusing your attention on the game.

“Would you like some company?” He asked.

“I would love some company, thank you Corpse.”

He brought his Avatar to stand by Sykkunos.

“How’s your day?” He asked.

“Not very fun.” You answered thinking back to what happened this morning. “We were finishing building the second bunk bed, but I dropped one of the heavier parts on my foot, so that hurts.”

“Oh that sucks.” He stated.

“I know. How’s your day?” You asked him.

“Very uneventful, just writing some potential lyrics and stuff.” He said.

“Oh yeah you write your own music.” You responded. “How did I forget that.” You mumbled to yourself.

“What do you like to do for fun?” He questioned.

“Oh I make music, or do covers. Depends on how lazy I’m feeling.” You told him.

“You make music?” He asked. You could hear the shock in his voice.

You hummed in response. “Yeah I dabble in music production. I write a nice chunk of the music, but I have some other musical friends help me with other stuff. It’s not enough for me to be noticed by the big producers or record labels though.”

“You think you could show me some of your stuff?”

“Yeah!” You said excitedly. “Do you want me to send it through Discord, Insta or Twitter.” You said as you fished your phone out of your back pocket.

“Do discord.” He told you.

“Got it.” You pulled up your discord app as Sykkuno got back from the bathroom.

You already friended the lobby Sykkuno was playing in after your first meeting.

Sykkuno got back in his chair. “Alright I’m back.”

“I unmuted your mic by the way.” You told Sykkuno, your eyes glued to your phone. You had to send Corpse the perfect snippet. So far all your options were shit.

“Oh hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno said once he got situated.

“Hi Sykkuno.” Corpse replied, “I was just talking to Y/N, she’s great company.” He complimented you.

“I am good company,” You said looking up from your phone, “I wish my roommates thought that.” You muttered to yourself, apparently louder than you thought because Corpse began to chuckle.

You smirked slightly. The sound of Corpses’ laugh caused a blush to spread to your cheeks.

“Shouldn’t you two finish your tasks.” You coughed up, trying to hide your blush. “I mean you’ve wasted enough time already.”

“Does anyone ever do their tasks when they play proximity?” Sykkuno asked.

“Exactly.” Corpse agreed.

“I’m a very work oriented person so I probably would.” You told them. You finally found the perfect audio file to send Corpse.

“I hope he likes it.” You thought to yourself. You sent Corpse the file the same time a body was reported.

“I found Luds’ body in decontamination.” Rae said.

“Sykkuno and Corpse did nothing in o2 practically the whole round.” You told the lobby. The lobby has gotten used to you speaking up while they played.

“I was keeping a new friend company that's not exactly nothing.” Corpse said, trying to defend himself.

“It meant nothing to me.” You said, you were quiet for a few seconds before you spoke up again, “I’m sorry! That was mean! I didn’t mean it! Thank you for disregarding your tasks just to keep me company!”

The lobby broke out into laughter while you continued spewing out apologies.

~~~

The game ended quickly, turns out Poki and Rae were the imposters. You decided then to make your departure.

“I should probably head home.” You told the lobby, “The only food the girls know how to cook is pizza rolls, pizza bagels and ramen. And we promised each other we would start eating healthy.” You got up from your chair as the lobby was saying their goodbyes.

You exited Sykkunos room and walked towards the exit. You ran into Michael and Lily and said goodbye to them on your way out.

You reached your car and pulled out your phone, checking for notifications. You usually stay off your phone whenever you watch your brothers’ stream so you never know what's happening.

It turns out you had 10 missed calls from Selena, and over 100+ messages of her asking you to answer the phone.

You quickly got into your car and called your roommate.

The phone only rang twice before she answered.

“YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT I JUST DID FOR YOU!” She screamed into the phone.

You brought your hand away from your ear and cringed at how loud she was being.

“That’s fun.” You muttered to yourself. You put your phone down in one of the cup holders and put it on speaker.

“What did you do exactly.” You asked aloud as you put your key into the ignition.

“So you remember that cute guy we ran into-” She began but you interrupted.

“NO!” You shouted. “I am not in the mood to go on dates. We are here in L.A to focus on our careers. I don’t have time for dating.”

Selena was quiet for a few moments before she spoke up.

“Okay, but if you meet him and start catching feelings but it's too late, just know it's not my fault.” She said before she hung up.

You sighed to yourself. You were not ready to go out on dates. Especially not after your last relationship.

You drove in silence for the majority of the way home until you got a discord notification on your phone. You waited until you reached a stop light to look at it. Apparently it was from Corpse.

CORPSE I loved the vocals I honestly wasn't expecting this type of music from you

You quickly typed out a reply while still paying attention to the road ahead of you.

You Thanks! I just thought you would like that type of sound so I decided to send that one

You hit send right as the lights turns green. You placed your phone back into the cupholder and began to drive. You got another discord notification, you assumed it was Corpse.

“He can wait 5 minutes.” You thought to yourself. Corpse may have peaked your interests but that doesn't mean you were willing to get into a car crash for him.

You quickly pulled into your apartment complex and ran into your home, phone in hand. You had gotten 3 discord notifications whilst you were driving. You quickly sat down on your couch in the living room and propped your feet onto the coffee table.

CORPSE I like how this is mixed and produced You have a great tone throughout the song Would you want to collab sometime?

You felt your heart leap into your throat.

“This couldn't possibly be happening.” You thought to yourself.

Corpse was very relevant in the music industry, he had told you during one of the Among Us games that many labels were reaching out to him. This collaboration with Corpse could make you a star!

You A collab with one of the most trending people in the world? Count me in!

CORPSE Great! we can meet up whenever you want to work out some lyrics

You smiled to yourself thinking of how many doors this could open for you. This could make or break your career.

“Holy shit.” You mumbled under your breath.

“Me and Corpse are making a song together!” You thought to yourself.

“What kind of Wattpad fanfic is this?” You said out loud as Selena and Addie came out of the Master Bedroom.

“Oooh what about Wattpad fanfics?” Selena asked, as she headed towards the kitchen.

“My life is a Wattpad fanfic.” You told her. You furrowed your eyebrows in thought, “Is this my existential crisis?”

“What?” Addie asked, very confused as she sat down on the arm of the sofa.

“What am I rambling about.” You turned to your roommates. “You’ll never believe what I just scored.” You told them excitedly.

“What?” Selena asked as she exited the kitchen a bag of chips in her hands.

“I’m going to do a collaboration with Mr. Corpse Husband himself.” You said proudly.

“No way!” Selena shouted, dropping her bag of chips on the floor. “You lucky bitch.” She said.

“You guys have only known one another for like 3 days.” Addie said.

“We’re making a song, not getting married.” You told her.

“Yet.” Selena said with a smirk.

“I’m going to bed.” You told them as you stood up from the couch.

“What!?” They said in unison.

“But it’s like 8 o'clock.” Addie finished.

“I know but I’m not in the mood to put up with the both of you.” You said as you left the living room.

“I only said one thing!” Selena complained.

“One too much.” You told her.

You walked down the hall and entered your shared room. You sat down at the foot of your bed and sighed.

“This is not at all what I expected when I told mom I was moving to Cali.” You threw yourself backwards.

“How are we gonna go about this?” You asked yourself. Were you and corpse gonna work together in person, were you gonna work over a discord call? You haven’t seen his face, you’re not sure if he’s seen yours yet. All these thoughts came and went inside your brain, it was starting to give you a headache.

You grabbed your pillow and brought it down on your face. You made a noise somewhere in between a groan and a whine when you heard you got another discord notification from your phone.

You reached around for your phone until you finally grabbed it and brought it up to your face. It was another message from Corpse.

CORPSE For making the song I was thinking maybe you could come over to my apartment because I remember how you once told the lobby that your roommates are very loud

YOU They are very loud And thank you for the invitation, I was just starting to wonder how we were gonna work together

CORPSE Here’s my address and number Wanna meet up on Sunday 3 o’clock?

“Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.” You thought to yourself, You’re pretty sure you don't have any plans that day. You typed out a quick reply before turning off your phone and going to sleep.

~~~

It was Sunday 12 o’clock you left your house with a nice hot cup of joe in your hands. Corpse lived 2 hours away so you wanted to leave early to hopefully grab some breakfast.

The night prior you placed your guitar in the back of your car, knowing you wouldn't remember to do it the morning of.

You got into your car and pulled out of your apartment complex. It was a long drive filled with random songs. You pulled into the first McDonalds you saw and ordered your usual.

When you were back on the road you had about 30 minutes before you would arrive at Corpse’s house. Which meant, using the power of mental math, you would get there 30 minutes early.

You grabbed your phone out of your bag keeping your eyes on the road. You opened up your contact list and scrolled through looking for Corpse. You found his name and gave him a call. You put your phone on speaker and put it into your cup holder. The phone rang about eight times before he answered.

“Hello.” He answered, his voice was deeper than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked as you turned off the highway.

“Yeah, I got a good… 35 minutes.” He told you with a chuckle.

“Make yourself some breakfast. I should be there in about 30 minutes.” You told him with a smirk.

“Yes ma’am” He told you before he hung up.

“This is gonna be a long day.” You muttered to yourself.

~~~

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[furikakyo]

a return to roots | 3

pairing: kita shinsuke x f!reader

summary: y/n is a rising star in the music industry, having almost everything you could have ever hoped for as a small-town country girl. now after releasing two triple platinum albums in consecutive years, you face the dreaded artist’s burnout… in order to recover, your manager suggests, you should return to your hometown in hyōgo for a long-deserved break. 

genre: socmed/smau, slice of life 

warnings/tags: timeskip!, mutual pining, slow burn? more like rekindling, slight canon divergence

masterpost 

You finished sending your texts to Osamu and sat back in your bed, tossing your phone aside and then pulling the covers over your head. As you tugged and curled into your blankets, your phone fell to the wooden floor of your bedroom with a heavy thunk. Cursing, you drew back the covers and reached over the edge of the bed, trying to find balance. All of the blood rushed to your face as you huffed, still attempting to rescue your phone without actually laying foot on the ground.

Once you finally recovered it, you sat back onto your bed with a heave, any sleepiness you had now gone. You stared at the ceiling, wondering what you should do that day. A hand fisted itself into the thick blankets as you tossed and turned, trying to find some comfort in your plush bed. You hadn't been able to sleep well the past couple of days, for whatever reason. Your neck hurt, your back was sore, hell, your entire body ached for some reason, restless and yet so tense at the same time.

You sat up suddenly. What was it Kuroo had said to you? You weren't sure.

"Ugh..." You buried your face into your hands, memories of last night's conversation rushing back to you; remembering how you'd started talking about Kita when you were nodding off. It had been over two years since everything between you went down. Why couldn't you stop thinking about it? You could feel the burn of embarrassment and shame behind your eyes, your throat beginning to close up. Sniffling, you opened your phone and scrolled through your contacts. Who wouldn't be busy? Your hand stilled, and your face brightened, if only for a moment. Kenma. He had a calm and comforting presence, which never failed to mellow you out. Plus, he didn’t really talk about emotions or feelings so he wouldn’t ask you about anything related to Kita, nor would you be tempted to talk about him.

You texted your bodyguard and driver, Ichiro, who agreed to pick you up from your apartment and then drive you to Kenma’s. Thanking him for coming on such a short notice and then reminding him to not text and drive, you got dressed for the day, choosing to wear your comfiest hoodie.

A few minutes later, your phone lit up again with Ichiro’s standard “here” text, and you were out the door, not forgetting to bring a hat and sunglasses with you, though. After locking the door and slipping your accessories on, you rushed into the elevator and then made your way down to the car.

The car ride itself was silent, as Ichiro seemed to have picked up on the mood you were in and decided not to comment. Although he was usually stoic, he always maintained a conversation if you initiated it, his responses albeit short. By now you knew that the brevity in which he spoke was not because of anything against you, however, but because he was naturally a quiet person. You wouldn’t have had anyone else for the job, though.

The car softly jolted you as it pulled to a stop, and you unbuckled quickly after realizing you were already at Kenma’s apartment. “Thanks!” you called out, opening the door yourself and then shutting it. You smiled and waved before Ichiro merged back into traffic, watching the car eventually disappear in the long stream of vehicles.

Feeling somewhat better, you entered the complex after buzzing in. and then made your way to Kenma’s apartment, knocking on the door and patiently waiting. There was a long pause and some shuffling behind the door before it opened a crack. Two large yellow eyes peered out into the hall, and then landed on you. The door shut and then opened without the door chain to stop it this time, and you stepped in.

“I brought my Switch,” you proudly announced, looking to the side of the corridor where Kenma was standing, a little hunched over and slouching. You held up your video game console, which was covered in skins and cute accessories you'd purchased. Some of them you'd gotten for free from Kenma though, who got sent free stuff all the time.

“Hi, Y/N,” he said, a soft smile on his face. He pulled half of his hair back with a hair tie and followed you back to where he streamed his games, settling into the chair that all of his fans could recognize by now. “We can play Minecraft, if you want. I haven't gone on our world for a while, so we could both go on.” Kenma swiveled to look at you inquisitively, waiting for an answer.

You lazily waved a hand at him. “No! Today you’re supposed to stream, right? I just crashed your place so I don’t really have a say. You should record and then if you have time after we can play,” you insisted, sitting on the bean bag behind his gamer chair. “I’ll watch or maybe work on my own world.”

Kenma thought about it for a few seconds, then nodded, setting up his microphone and monitors. “Last chance,” he mumbled, then put his headset over his ears, blocking out everything else. You watched in the background with mild interest as he went through his usual monotonous introduction, one that his fans seemed to adore despite its lack of flair. Perhaps it was exactly that what made him so endearing to the internet. Smiling, you glanced back down to your Switch, and opened up Minecraft.

Setting your phone down for a second after replying to Atsumu, you called out lazily: "Oiiii, Kenma.” After a beat of silence and no response, you called again, "Kenmaaaa."

He had been just finished streaming, and pulled off his headphones. "Hm?"

You sat up excitedly, startling Kenma. "When I move, you should visit! Once I get settled in, at least."

He blinked, looking up at the ceiling as if calculating the pros and cons. "Too many bugs," he finally responded with a small grimace. "And it's gross and hot outside."

At that, you broke out into a laugh, the heartiest and most meaningful you’d had in a while. His particular comment wasn't even that funny, it was just- it was just so him. Was your sense of humor breaking? “Maybe I'll be able to change your mind," you mused. "We can even stream a video collab with the both of us- we should try Animal Crossing!" You clapped excitedly, beaming. "Kenma, let's do Animal Crossing once it comes out!”

He squinted his eyes, scooting away from you and your blinding enthusiasm. "Fine," he muttered, hunched over his phone now. He scrolled for a few minutes before speaking again. "Did you see that we're trending? On Twitter and YouTube." Kenma handed you his phone, stifling a small laugh into the collar of his sweatshirt as he sat back.

"I did," you snickered, laying his phone on the table and lying back on his bean bag chair. "My favorite response is the one about the Kodzuken simps," you said, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively at Kenma and then cackling when he turned completely the other way from you. "Kenma, they're devastated!" You gasped dramatically and then draped an arm over your forehead, fainting.

He rolled his eyes at you, shaking his head. "Shut up, Y/N."

After your giggles died out, you saw him offering a controller to you. "Game night!" you cheered, accepting it and sitting up straighter. "We should get takeout!"

Kenma lifted a brow, as if to say why are you even telling me this? "Already on its way.”

The two of you chatted as you played Minecraft, Kenma being a little more open when his mind was preoccupied with gaming. He was, of course, much better than you, eyes glued to the TV screen which had been hooked up to the game console. "Has Kuroo told you who's going to the Olympics?"

You shook your head, then remembered that Kenma wasn't looking your way. "No," you replied slowly, focused on getting out of the water so you could escape the mobs that were chasing you. "But a few of the boys from Inarizaki are. As for Kuroo, I think he was going to say something, but I fell asleep last night. He said something about you and an advertisement, though?"

Kenma smiled, finally breaking his gaze with the screen and looking at you. "Hinata Shōyō from MSBY is collabing with me, to promote the 2020 Olympic games."

Your eyes lit up in recognition. "That's right! Atsumu is teammates with him. I haven't talked to him one-on-one, though. He seems sweet!"

Kenma turned his attention back to the TV, where he was almost done building a house. "He played volleyball in high school too. They beat Inarizaki his first year at Nationals."

You stopped to think, your hands stilling on the controller. Your breathing slowed. In your third year, Inarizaki hadn't progressed further into Nationals, like everyone predicted. Despite being assistant manager, you hadn't thought it would be a big deal to miss their first match in the competition; assistant managers weren’t even allowed on the actual court anyways. You had all thought you were going to get further. You had thought you would get to see your boys play one last time. You had thought you would get to see Kita lead his team to Nationals, as team captain.

You had missed out on that opportunity for signing a record deal.

Beside you, Kenma noticed how quiet you'd gotten but didn't comment, instead going to the door when the buzzer notified him of their takeout delivery. You picked at a loose string on your hoodie, remembering why you didn't often go to Kenma when in distress. While you knew he cared about you and your wellbeing, you also knew that heart-to-heart conversations weren't his strong suit. When he returned a few moments later with your favorite foods, you pushed down the eruption of guilt and self-loathing with a bright smile. "Sorry, what were we saying? Something about Kuroo..." You strained to keep your eyes crinkled and happy.

Kenma's brow furrowed. "Kuroo-"

You interrupted him, and he let you. "Oh yeah! Kuroo and I are gonna hang out on Thursday! Wanna come? I'm leaving Saturday morning, so unless I see you before then, this will be the last time you see me before I leave for Hyōgo."

You watched his face run through a couple of emotions before settling on contemplation. Kenma blew a wisp of stray hair from his eyes and then begrudgingly: "Sure..."

This time, you gave him a true smile and clapped excitedly. "Yay! Should we try to get some of the others to join us? Lev? I want to be able to say goodbye to all of you in person, if possible." Then, swiping the plastic bag from Kenma, you opened the bag hurriedly and began pulling out things. "Here are the plates... and the chopsticks..." You set everything out and then let him load his plate with food first. Soon after, the two of you were back to playing Minecraft, squabbling over who got to use what equipment. After Kenma finally relented and let you have first pick, the both of you set out to fight the swarms of mobs gathered near your shared house.

"Hey, Y/N."

You had looked away for only a couple seconds, but you were blown up by a Creeper. "BITCH," you screeched, "I just fucking died?!"

Kenma snickered, running past your character and stealing everything you'd left behind. You gasped even louder. "BITCH-"

a/n: i said there weren’t going to be as many words as the last part but 🤡 also currently the fic is moving slowly and going day by day but it’ll pick up the pace soonish

taglist (pm me to ask to be added!): @papiibuprofen​ (i didn’t know if i should just respond to your ask publicly sksksk but i added you) 

some ~fun facts~

- y/n’s bodyguard/driver is named after ichiro, one of my fav baseball players

- his name in y/n’s contacts is “bonecrusher 👹” lmao 

- he is stoic but actually a softie; he’s about 30 and has a wife and one kid, both of whom he loves very much 

- i had kenma and y/n playing animal crossing instead of minecraft at first, then realized that it wouldn’t have been released yet, since this takes place in 2020... DAMN YOU TIMELINE

- do i have a map of hyōgo so i can write this fic? yes 💀

[mackjlee9]

Corpse x Cute!Male!Reader [Fluff]

Short Chapter

Masterlist

A heavy sigh-like-whine left my mouth for the tenth time today. Ever since I woke up I've been feeling... needy and cuddly, and all I wanted to do was snuggle against my adorably adorable boyfriend, also know as Corpse Husband.

But he had been playing Among Us for the past seven hours!!

The first couple of games were fine, like, I was there with him, hugging his side and almost falling asleep, but then he decided to stream it and I had to leave. And now, I've been sitting on this couch all damn day.

But, I understood why he wanted to play and chill on stream with his friends and whatnot, he had been stressed lately with a lot going on and I was completely fine with it. The problem was that, I really wanted cuddles today, sit and watch some horror movies, try to cook together, basically spend some cute bonding time with him.

I would be getting my cuddles soon, I just had to wait for it.

I sat there, thinking 'he's going to be done soon,' so with that thought in mind, I got up and walked to his recording room, he barely glanced back at me and said 'hi' to me as I stood next to him. Leaning down, I saw his chat saying hi to me too.

Everyone knew who I was, I'm (M/n), Corpse's best friend-slash-roommate, also his boyfriend, but nobody knows that obviously. I've been in quite a few of his videos in the past, and I recently started a streaming channel too where I played with a lot of people.

All in all, Corpse was okay with me being there, as long as I don't say anything that would blow up the cover, which was relatively easy, but this time, I really, really, really needy his arms wrapped around me.

My arms sneaked around his shoulders from behind and I nuzzled on his neck, his scent was enough to relax me instantly and I let out a deep sigh, I moved his headphones slightly and made sure to whisper low enough in his ear, as to avoid my voice being picked up by the microphone.

"I want cuddles, babe," I saw him smile softly turning to look at me and he pressed a kiss on my lips, mumbling against them.

"I'll be done in a bit," I stayed behind him, snuggling on his neck and sighing every now and then. After ten minutes more the round ended and he said he was leaving, he said goodbye to everyone after leaving the lobby, said bye to the viewers, and ended the stream.

I stood straight again, and he pushed his chair back, staring up at me with a smile on his face. I smiled too and before he could stand up, I picked him up in my arms. Corpse chuckled, covering his face with his hands.

The curious thing about us is how... opposite we are. Like, we have similar personalities and taste, but we don't look like a "normal" couple. Mainly because, he wears black the most, some times changing it, but it's always a dark colour, while I usually wear more pastel tones.

When we came out to our friends they were very surprised about that, pointing out how different we are, but we laughed it off and said 'same'.

... and despite people -and Corpse- call me cute, I'm the top. Nobody ever believes me tho.

I pressed a kiss on the back of his hands before I walked out and took us to our bedroom. I laid him down on the bed gently and I got in next to him, holding him close to my chest and playing with his curls, closing my eyes as I enjoy the warmth and closeness of his body next to mine.

[siyeonjisoo]

AVATAR GOING HUNTING NYC 9/3

It has finally happened, y’all!  Concerts are back in my life and I am more than thrilled about it.  Last night was the first concert I’ve been to since February 13, 2020 so over a year and a half when I’m used to maybe 3 months at most between concerts.  Felt so SO good to be back at it and see concert fam folks again!

My comeback was with the incomparable metal band Avatar who I first saw in 2019 when they toured with Babymetal and I had no clue who they were.  How things have changed since then.  Now without any further ado, I give you how the day went.

I sadly had to go to work in the morning but I left at noon and made it to Irving Plaza around 1:40.  I was really worried that I was going to have a horrible spot in line and thus have to hide in the back or along the walls to avoid the mosh pits but I ended up being only the 7th person in line.  I had GA ticket and was the first person in line for that. Between already knowing some of the folks there and spending the next 6 hours making friends with them, I ended up being promised they would help me get as close to front row as they could get me which was AMAZING.

Doors opened actually on time and we were able to get into the venue pretty quickly!  I ended up SECOND ROW for this show DEAD CENTER.  An intense place to be but so very amazing.

Touring with Avatar are two other bands, Tallah and Magic Sword.  Tallah performed first with about 5 songs.  I’m always completely unfamiliar with the bands touring with folks so I didn’t know this group either.  And they aren’t bad but not a group I will go out of my way to listen to again.  Drummer kicked ass though, apparently he only joined the band as a replacement drummer 2 months ago and he killed it.  The singer has the ability to do splits but that’s the only thing about him I think I like.  The other members of the band were just as memorable as their songs, which is to say, not at all.

Next was Magic Sword.  That group is a trio, of drummer, guitarist, and keyboardist.  They were amazing, 10 out of 10.  If you can get the chance to see them in concert, I beg of you to do so.  That said, I can’t say I’ll be listening to their music again unless it’s live because they don’t have a vocalist and I like to be able to sing/rap along with music unless it is loud enough I can feel it in every single cell of my body, which is what Magic Sword delivered.  Only bad thing to happen here was the crowd was starting to be...less than sober...and the person behind me spilled a quarter of their beer down my ass, right into the pocket where my phone was.  I was less than thrilled with this person and was thankful they traded places with their friend for Avatar’s set because the second person was kinder and actually made conversation with us a little bit and apologized for how drunk they both were.

The stage was cleared after Magic Sword performed probably 6 or 7 songs? I can’t tell for sure since their songs do seem to run on the longer side so I may have split a song that is actually one into two.  And then it was time for the reason I was there, the main event: AVATAR.

The roadies came out and set up the stage for them with a very different setup than ANY of us expected. There was a projector screen blocking most of our view but we could see three mic stands set up in the front middle, the usual lights and drumset in the back, and then another drumset on stageright next to the microphones.  

After many attemted Avatar chants and false alarms from the crew, the band came out.  They all lined up, John at the front drumset, Henrik, Johannes, Jonas, and Tim in that order filled in the microphones set up.  They all stood looking dead ahead, barely blinking, for a few moments of us screaming before jumping into the first two songs of the night, Colossus and Let it Burn.  They performed Colossus without moving or smiling or anything, they looked like robots so so perfectly.  They held the positions for what felt like a full minute or two with Henrik trying so so hard to not smile, I could see the corner of his mouth twitching.  He looked so happy to be here the whole night!

The lights went down after those 2 songs and they took off the front drumset and changed the microphones back to the usual ones that they can kick up and spread them to give them all more space.  When they did, a drumstick dropped on the ground and got left behind so a friend of mine got the venue staff to pick it up and hand it to her! She got a drum stick from Tallah, too I believe.

Next came SIlence in the Age of Apes, Bloody Angel, (Johannes said he thinks of all of us as his) Child (ren), and The Eagle Has Landed.  This is where things started getting a LOT more intense in the crowd.  I could feel the crowd moving more behind me in Apes so I could tell that there was a mosh pit that was at least starting out by then and by Bloody Angel, people were crowd surfing.  At least one person per song would come crashing over us for the rest of the show and I didn’t really love it.  I was scared the whole time a foot was gonna come crashing into my head or a staff member was gonna punch me in the nose AGAIN to keep me from getting a foot in the head. which yes, the dude full-on punched me in the nose to catch a foot that swerved away from my head and into the person in front of me instead.  An adventure of a moment.

Everyone went off-stage for a few minutes except for Johannes who took a moment to greet us and thank us all for coming  He was in his full glory the whole night, that cocky grin glued to his face and a manic joy in his eyes that was genuine happiness to be back in front of a crowd after so long.  He gave us some kind of witty (but obvious if you know song names) intro into the next set of songs and the rest of the band came back out.

(Insert quirky pun her) Paint it Red, Secret Door, Swarm, Torn Apart.  This was the period of time when I could barely keep my eyes off of Tim because he looked so giddy half the time.  Either making faces to tease us or just looking around himself in amazement.  More moshing pushing us around and crowd surfers kicking us in the head but oh-so amazing.

Then came the grand piano being carried on stage.  No, it wasn’t actually a grand piano, it was a keyboard put into a wood frame to look like a shrunken down grand piano so it looked real but was able to be lifted by three or four people and carried on stage.  Johannes sat down and seranaded us with Gun and I have not hated being in an American crowd so much before in my life.  Every time I would start to get into the emotions of the song, someone would shout something hardly intelligible because they were so far away or it would be someone screaming “I LOVE AVATAR!” Made me so so so annoyed but Johannes was smiling so I tried to ignore it and let it go.

The piano was taken away and the rest of the band came back to perform Going Hunting.  And lemme just tell you that it was an honor to be in the third ever audience to hear that song performed live.  It hits all the right feels to kick ass live and at home so I hope people are loving it.

Johannes thanked us for tuning in and making their streamed Dream concerts happen in Avataruary.  He said it gave them all a chance to reflect and think about the songs they haven’t performed in years, leading them to their self-titled album, leading us Deeper Down.  This song was actually one I don’t know if I’ve listened to before, I’ve kind of stuck with the 4 albums I really like and haven’t branched out much.  But it slaps hard.

Next it was time for us to worship our king.  Everyone but Kungen left stage and he looked at us like we were ants beneath his feet, barely worthy of being acknowleged while the roadies came and changed his guitar and gave him his royal attire.  Kungen slowly started playing the intro and Tim joined him, standing back to back and both of them looking gorgeous while everyone else slowly joined them on stage to build up A Statue of the King.  They followed that with zero comments jumping immediately into The King Welcomes You to Avatar Country.  Both of those songs are so effing hype that when they all just walked off stage after, I was shook.

I think this was when Johannes started getting a little sappy with us in his comment.  He said they’d all agreed that they wouldn’t get emotional on us but he had to take a minute and thank us all for being back here with them.  And the way he knows that we’re really back together is because even though we all look so different we all *snifs armpits* smell the same.  We all Smell Like a Freakshow.  I don’t know if it’s just me but it felt like we were all saving up energy for this song and went absolutely feral.  I used up almost all the energy I had left so I just did the bare minumum for Wormhole right after.  Moved just enough to avoid getting hit in the head with someone else’s head.

Then for what I think was only the second time all night, everybody went off stage.  Every other time, Johannes has stuck around and chatted while the others were gone but he left too.  They did a quick little outfit change behind the scenes I think, Johannes came back on with his overalls undone so clearly he was hot.  And, you know, a warm temperature as well. Yup.

And just like that, as though 3 hours hadn’t passed since the first band started, it was time for the last song of the night.  It was time to Hail the Apocalypse.  This song is the only song I know for sure they performed the last time I saw them live and I feel like it only gets better the more I hear it.  They could make a 10 minute version of it and I would still be asking for more.

They went off-stage for a second and everyone put down their instruments and came back without anything and just let us cheer for them.  They gave us a little bow and then started saying thank you and waving good bye.  I saw Tim say “I love you” at the crowd and I think John and Jonas both blew kisses at us.  

And then it was over.  They left the stage, the lights came up in the house, we all made sure everyone was okay from all the flying feet that came at us, and the venue staff told us it was time to go home.  I had friends going the same way I was so I was able to keep the magic going for a little while longer before I started my journey home alone.

These guys are all so amazing and I am so lucky I got to fall in love with them the way I did.  And I am so happy to have the friends I’ve made at this show and every other show I’ve been to.  It was an amazing way to get back to concerts, starting it off with a bang.  I have blisters, bruises, and sore everything but I would do it all again tonight if only I could.  It is now time to start counting down the days till I follow Miyavi around for a week on tour in October!

THANK YOU FOR TAKING ME HUNTING, AVATAR! Glory to Our King!

The setlist was given to my my friend. All other photographs are taken by yours truly

[bxcketbarnes]

Lover of Mine

if you know who posted this gif can some send it to me so I can credit them?? I can't find the post 😭

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

Words: 1300+

Author's Note: I got such an angsty vibe from this gif that I wrote this up! It's heartbreaking but it has a happy ending, of course. I hope y'all enjoy xox

"God! Why are you being such an asshole!?" You yell at Ash while pacing in his living room as he stays seated on the couch, watching you.

"You just let some random guy flirt with you tonight?! How the fuck am I just supposed to stay calm?!" He yells back while throwing his hands into the air.

You look at him with wide eyes, not believing the words that came from his mouth. "Because you're supposed to trust me, Ash! Did you ever think that I can handle it? That I can dismiss a guy flirting with me because I'm in love with you?!" You exclaim and let out a scoff. Tears pool in your eyes as you run a hand through your hair. "Ashton… I don't know how much of the fighting I can handle. It's been nonstop with you."

Ashton looks up at you, his heart beating wildly in his chest and he pushes himself off the couch. "Baby, hold on," he starts and walks over to you. "I-I'm sorry. It's been a rough week at the studio and then shit was happening with my ex… I took my anger out on you. I'm sorry. Please."

He begs and starts to reach for you when you move away from him. "I'm sorry, but I need a break," you whisper to him and his heart rips in two. "I love you, I really do."

"Then don't leave," Ashton mumbles and feels a tear slide down his cheek.

"I have to. I'm hurting, Ash. I've cried myself to sleep so many times this week and I can't take it anymore," you inform him, squeezing his forearm.

"Will… will you come back?" He whispers, his voice cracking slightly and you look up at him through your lashes.

"Maybe," you mumble while shrugging your shoulders. You sigh and lean on your toes, pressing a delicate kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I love you."

"I love you, too. So much," Ash mutters and closes his eyes as you move away from him. You hold in the sobs as you grab a few of your things before heading out the door, looking back at him one last time. You swallow thickly and walk out the front door, softly closing it behind you.

Ashton stands in the middle of his living room, running his hands through his black hair as sobs leave his lips. "God damnit!" He yells and tosses one of the pillows across the room, letting out a deep sigh.

-

It's been about two weeks since you broke it off with Ashton and neither of you has been doing well since. The boys were currently streaming with Amazon Music on twitch and Ash has been trying to stay focused, but his mind seems to be elsewhere.

You watched the stream while biting your nails, not really looking at anyone but Ashton. Your best friend comes into the room, her eyes glancing back and forth between you and the tv. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Bri asks and you dart your eyes towards hers.

"I just… miss him," you mumble and fiddle with your fingers. She sighs and plops down beside you. "I know it's my fault I left him in the first place, but I was hurting. He was hurting me. I regret not working things out."

The brunette rubs your back as tears stream down your cheeks. You notice Ashton's hazel eyes aren't as bright as they used to be. Ashton plays with a pen that sits on his desk, his eyes looking over the chat as Calum tells the story of how they met Andy.

Where's Y/N?!

How come Y/N hasn't checked up on Ash? She usually does.

Tell Y/N to come on screen!

Ashton reads all the comments talking about his ex-girlfriend. Is she even an ex? Are the two of you still together? His Adam's Apple bobs in his throat before rubbing his chin.

"I'll be right back, guys," Ashton mutters into his microphone and your heart drops at the cracks in his voice.

The boys eye him, a concerned expression on each of their faces as Ashton gets up from his chair and walks away. He steps into the bathroom and shuts the door before breaking down. The black-haired man takes deep breaths while leaning his hands against the sink.

"I think you should go over there and talk to him," Bri comments as you wait for Ash to come back. It's been about seven minutes since he walked off camera and you'd be lying if you said you weren't worried. "He obviously regrets what happened as well. You two need to make up."

You nod your head in agreement, your heart pounding against your chest as you stand up from her couch. "You're right," you whisper and Bri scoffs, shaking her head.

"Of course I'm right. I'm always right," she mentions and you let out a tiny laugh.

You grab your car keys off of the table before heading out her door. You take a few deep breaths while walking to your car, feeling the nervousness catching up to you.

Ashton comes back out after about fifteen minutes and slowly sits down in his chair. The boys halt the conversation they were having upon seeing the drummer come back into view. Ash gives them a sad smile while pushing some hair out of his face.

"Sorry about that. I-" he pauses and clears his throat before continuing, "I saw a couple of comments about Y/N and kinda had a breakdown."

Calum gives his brother a sympathetic smile, his heart hurting for the man over the loss of his girl. "It's alright, man. It's only been two weeks. You're allowed to be hurt," he exclaims and Ashton nods his head slowly.

"So, for you all that don't know… Y/N and I are-" he starts but gets cut off by rapid knocks on his front door. Ash furrows his eyebrows together, wondering who could be standing outside his door. "Be right back."

You can do this. You can do this. You can do this. You think to yourself over and over as you wait for Ashton to answer his door. You run your fingers through your hair, letting out a huff of breath as you start to think this isn't a great idea. Just as you were about to turn around and head back to Bri's, the front door creaks open.

Your breath hitches in your throat as Ashton stands in front of you, a confused look on his face. "Y/N…?" He trails off and the tears are already pooling in your eyes. You lunge forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

Ashton stumbles a bit, his arms immediately wrapping themselves around your waist. He closes his eyes and inhales your scent, missing having you in his arms. "I'm so sorry. We're both hurting because of me and I regret what I did so much," you mumble into his neck as you were gripping his shirt.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay. I don't blame you," he whispers and places a soft kiss to your shoulder.

You flutter your eyes shut as your fingers card through his dark hair. "Can you forgive me?" You ask him and he pulls away from you, a gentle smile on his lips. "Will you still take me back?"

Ashton strokes your cheek with his thumb. "Of course I will. I've been a mess without you," he breathes out and you let out a sigh of relief, resting your forehead against his.

"I love you," you whisper and Ash lifts your chin up to press a kiss to your lips.

"I love you too. Now, c'mon," he smiles and motions for you to come inside. You nod your head, intertwining your fingers with his as you follow the black-haired man inside.

-

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[shikai-the-storyteller]

Mae Catt’s Cyberverse Q&A

Here’s a neater version of some key Q&A responses from Mae Catt’s Cyberverse stream. 

Please note: not everything is verbatim, and also note that Mae Catt said “Don’t take things I say as the end-all be-all.” She’s a big supporter of fanfic writers!

This Q&A session contains spoilers for Season 3 of Cyberverse. For a (somewhat) more comprehensive transcript, please refer to this post.

Q: Megop rights?

“Oh absolutely, duh.”

Q: What does Optimus do when he’s not giving speeches / being a leader when they were all hanging out on the ARK?

I think he reads, he seems like a heavy reader. It’d be cute if he read really bad Earth romance novels. He seems like a guy who needs a break from everything.

Q: Does Optimus have hobbies?

Not to borrow from Rung, but doesn’t it seem like Optimus would make model ships? Very quiet, very focused detail-oriented hobby. *pauses* Oh duh, he also plays basketball.

Q: How did the Decepticons learn to stream? 

Because they’re deceptive! Megatron knew he should dedicate some time to winning the hearts and minds of humans. Starscreams’ funeral was not the first time they streamed. Optimus would use the official media channels (like the news), not a streaming service. Megatron would try to speak more directly to the people.

Q: Is Optimus the type of streamer who would take 10 minutes to figure out how to un-mute his microphone?

Optimus is a dad. He has no idea what’s going on with streaming. Optimus would say embarrassing things while Bee and Hot Rod were in the middle of streaming something.

Q: Is Megatron dead?

In discussions we wanted to kill him. We wanted to do a reverse Optimus death. However, in the final product, I kinda enjoy the ambiguity rather than the final decision. Can’t remember if we were decisive about that in the script.

Q: Did the Titan mind Decepticons living in them?

The Titans want to be cities. They want citizens. They want to be lived in, that brings them joy.

Q: Does Megatron do anything for fun or is he too angry?

I want to say he’s too angry, he has fun beating people down but I don’t think he’s had fun for a long time.

Q: How would you feel about a female Optimus Prime? 

[GAY LAUGHTER] 

The question is: do you turn Optimus Prime into a woman, or do you take characters like Elita One and uplift her? I would want to lean more into giving Elita One more oomph, I do love how Optimus doubts himself and if he’s worthy of being a Prime.

(Mae Catt talked a lot about representation and later mentioned how there's more pressure to write the girl characters well, especially because of the need for better representation. They wanted more girls in the show, and they planned to have Jazz be a girl).

Q: Elita prime when?

All the time, in my heart!

Q: Did you plan to have ___ character in the show?

Almost every character was discussed at least once. 

She really regrets that they didn’t get to have Beast Machine Obsidian or Rumble and Frenzy in the show, and says she would’ve loved a MTMTE-style Ultra Magnus / Minimus and Transmutate. She didn’t know what Obsidian’s personality would be, it was just a “Look how cool he is!” sort of thing.

(Note: We have Mae Catt to thank for Whirl getting into Cyberverse)

Q: What was your favorite episode?

“I Am the AllSpark” because of the Megatron and Starscream dialogue (which she wrote). Also S2 04 Soundwave and Shockwave.

I enjoyed writing Starscream most, Clobber and Hot Rod became a joy, S2 E4 was my first episode, and it was fun getting into Hot Rod’s voice. It was hard doing Optimus’ voice, I’d always pass it off to someone to look at it.

Q: Did you ever plan to have Hot Rod become Rodimus?

Rodimus was never considered for the show because Optimus dying has been covered to death, but we were adamant about portraying Hot Rod as someone who wanted to be a leader. Hot Rod is someone who is learning to be a leader.

(On that note, when someone asked if she thought Bee would ever become Prime, Mae Catt said:)

I don’t think Bee would be a Prime. Windblade and Hot Rod would be a better Prime. He wouldn’t want to be a Prime. He’s the #2 to Primes!

Q: Did Megatron always plan to return to Cybertron?

Megatron’s priorities changed when he saw his doppelganger. Realizing he was a horrible tyrant, that scared him enough to return and not kill Optimus and make peace no matter what.

Q: Which death hurt you the most?

Starscream. (Slipstream’s hurt too).

We didn’t want to kill people off willy-nilly for shock value, but in certain instances it made sense. Like, the audience will fall in love with Slipstream because she’s becoming good, so she has to die. (She apologized for that sounding harsh). We killed Prowl because it was Shadow Striker doing the killing and he’s a self-sacrificing lieutenant. I almost wanted Starscream to emerge from the Judge’s head untouched, but I’m ultimately glad that idea got shot down.

(She circles back to this comment later, so I’m making note of that here since it wasn’t a direct response to a question)

When I was desperately trying to save Starscream’s life even though I brutally murdered Slipstream, I wanted Starscream to have amnesia and have a redeption arc. I wanted him to have a Windblade shard and have it be kind of like Castaway, where the only person he talked to was that (and the shard only had 5 phrases it could say). Eventually Bee would befriend him and he’d wind up with the Autobots.

I wanted to write Starscream kind of like an abuse victim who expects the worst of the Autobots, but I wanted him to warm up slowly to them. I wanted to have a Starscream and Optimus episode where Starscream messes up on something and Optimus is like “you did your best and that’s what counts”, a response which is totally new to Starscream. But obviously we didn’t have time for that.

Regarding redemption arcs (a continuation from the previous question, and a huge highlight from the stream):

Re: the potential for Starscream’s redemption arc “A redemption arc needs to be facilitated by a character acknowledging that what they did was wrong. He would have had a laundry list of excuses for it, even if there was all that evidence to the contrary, but the character needs to acknowledge that reasons don’t matter because people got hurt [by their actions]. [The character] needs to intend to do better. Let them try and let them fail, they don’t need to do a 180, it’s hard work to be a better person.”

NOTE: Mae Catt also made a few more comments re: the idea of a Starscream redemption arc on her Tumblr page.

Q: Did Megatron really kill Starscream?

The Starscream beatdown was super severe and they were like “holy frick they’re really going for it” when they saw the storyboards. According to Maecatt, Megatron didn’t kill Starscream when he slammed him down (which is a bit confusing since the show definitely made it seem like Starscream died). 

Q: Did Drift die? Why was he a double-agent?

According to us, Drift did not make it, but I fully endorse whatever you want. We needed a double-agent, someone who would (seemingly) kill Hot Rod. (She says they went with Drift because of his history in the comics).

(Later on in the stream)

Maybe Drift is alive, maybe he’s rethinking his decision and he’ll come back later. Drift would’ve been helpful in S3 for sure, maybe he’d come back with Repugnis or something.

Q: Why are you so mean to Percy? 

He's so mature and pragmatic that he can take it, and is willing to take one for the team bc he understands that it's what he needs to do. (In response to someone’s comment about his personality) Yes, he’s calmly feral.

Q: Is Skullcruncher Percy's bouncer now that he's running Maccadam's? 

Oh totally.

(She later mentions that Percy has permanently taken over Maccadam’s. Also: Skullcruncher is a lady! She misses Mac, but Percy takes good care of her).

Q: If Tarn is the perfect Decepticon who's the perfect Autobot? 

A firetruck alt mode, and an Autobot insignia as a face. Nat (her fiance) and I talked about it a lot. Optimus SHOULD be a fire truck, it makes the relationship between him and Ratchet a little more fun since Ratchet is an ambulance, and Optimus has an ax. It just makes sense! 

(She agreed that the perfect Autobot would be Thunderclash after the chat said that).

On that note, Mae Catt said they used Tarn for the show because: “OBVIOUSLY (the perfect decepticon) should look like this guy. A faceless mindless Decepticon that only serves Megatron”.

Q:  What sort of documents DID Optimus work on in the archives? 

Probably historical archives and working on stuff about all the Primes. Something like the French / American revolution equivalent, which informed his speech writing for Megatron and his own ethics.

Q: Did you always plan to make Optimus socially awkward? 

We “found” the social awkwardness for Optimus. Optimus was depicted as a father figure in S1 (implying it’s because S1 is from Bee’s perspective), S2 / S3 we were able to explore more and found the limits [writing him] and found it was hard to maintain that level of heroic dialogue. Optimus would feel awkward about it too. Randolph did an impression of Optimus’ speech for the Party Down episode. “[Optimus] can’t not be in war-mode.”

Q: Were Optimus and Megatron ever friends, or did they just work together on the speech stuff? 

Oh hell yes, I think [the story] is always enhanced when they’re friends and when Optimus really believes in what Megatron was working on. Optimus’ rejection of Megatron is what pushes him over the edge, his best friend rejecting him pushes him into a place where he becomes a tyrannical person.

Q: Does Maccadam know we love him? 

Mae Catt: *puts hand over hear heart and looks off into the distance dramatically* Yes.

Q:  What’s the best selfie Arcee’s ever taken? 

I like the one with the giraffe. Or maybe a selfie with some humans. I like the idea of Arcee having a bunch of human friends. 

Q: What do the Transformers think of the Florida Man? 

They can’t really tell the difference between humans, they don’t really get it. It just sorta looks like all the normal stuff they see on Earth (or something). 

Q: Who’s the Florida Man of the Transformers? 

Rack ‘n Ruin. But he’s too nice. Hmmm.

Q: What was most important to you personally to put out in each episode? Like humor/characterization/arcs 

I wanted to make sure I didn’t write dialogue that was condescending to kids, wanted to be true about the character. Dialogue needs to be true to the characters, and gay. (Laughs)

Q: Do Transformers know what memes are?

They know what they ARE, but they don’t get it. We wanted Hot Rod to be super into Earth culture (winning races and driving off before humans could realize no one was in the car), but we never had time to really get into that.

Q: What music does Soundwave like?

We had a cut joke from S2 E5 [where Megatron and Optimus are popping through portals all around the world trying to find the All Spark] . Soundwave pops into Brazil where there’s a music festival and he crashes the concert and hang out. He likes EDM the most? 

His favorite song is Despacito. He thinks its so sad.

Q: Were you surprised that Jake Tillman was in his 20s listening to his Optimus voice the first time?

She apparently listened to his vines a lot when he was in his teens so meeting up again like that was a cool coincidence. 

Q: What other dimensions or places did you want to be in the show?

I would’ve liked to have the other Transformers series show up (TFP, TFA, G1, Shattered Glass) but we don’t have those assets or budget. 

“This will quickly become unclear to audiences who aren’t (you people).” They couldn’t have all these references when some of their audience wouldn’t get it. 

Q: What about ____ ship?

Mae Catt says she doesn’t want to yuck anybody’s yums. For example, someone asked about Arcee/Grimlock, and while she said she sees them more as friends, she didn’t say they can’t be in a relationship. (Mae Catt also said she doesn’t ship Bee with anyone because she sees him as a little brother).

As she said several times in the stream, “Don’t take things I say as the end-all be-all”!

That being said, she did say she likes Dead End / Perceptor and Windblade / Slipstream.

Q: Why are there no humans in the show?

From the show’s conception, there were no plans to include any humans. They didn’t want humans distracting from the Transformers.

Q: Why did the Scientist collect Soundwaves?

He collects Soundwave because Soundwave is COOL! Wouldn’t you collect a single father of 5 who carries them around in his chest?

Why does anyone collect what they collect? “That’s a really angry dad who’s got five children he carries around in him and he plays music. Gotta have that!”

(Later on, she circles back to this question)

All the Other Universe Soundwaves the Scientist collected also had their own Laserbeaks. I wonder if the scientist would’ve taken them out. He might’ve just gotten rid of them.

(And of course, here are the boyfriend questions from the stream:)

Q: Is Dead End a good boyfriend?

Dead End is a work in progress, but maybe Percy is patient enough to get him there

(Mae Catt says she really loves the Deadceptor ship. She knew people would ship it, but she didn’t ship it herself until she saw the fanart for it).

Q: Is Astrotrain a good boyfriend?

No, no...he’s not a good person, really.

Q: Is Percy a good boyfriend?

Absolutely--WAIT HOLD ON. He’s very blunt, he doesn’t mince words, if you can handle his bluntness then you’re good. He is what he is and you have to deal with him.

Q: Is Soundwave a good boyfriend?

Soundwave is not a good boyfriend. He’s a good casual romance but he���s not a good boyfriend. Soundwave would be a terrible listener. He hears a lot but he’d tune you out.

Other information tidbits:

- If Thunderclash was in the show he and Jetfire would HATE each other. Thunderclash would be a rival reality star (maybe) to Media Fire.

- Mae Catt said “A lot of intelligent life is inherently mechanical” in space, explaining why so much of the non-Cybertronian life we saw in the show were robots.

- Knock Out was considered for the show, but every Transformer under the sun was discussed at some point in the writer’s room. (Ex: “Rumble and Frenzy are always considered in my heart, but there wasn’t enough time or space or assets to do so”).

- “The brand team had grown up on the toys as we had grown up on the ‘toons, so we just wanted to make the best thing imaginable.”

- They decided Optimus would be in the Other Universe’s Matrix and have a plinth because they wanted to show he was dead. “Logical backflips because he needed to be among the 13 to talk to Windblade.” 

- Dead End’s eyes are white.

- The team wanted Jazz to be a lady (!!!!!!!)  

- These characters have their own lives that we don’t see. Lots of stuff happening between episodes that we don’t always necessarily see.

- Developing Sky-Byte’s character was simultaneous with Jetfire’s character. “We knew we wanted Sky-Byte to be a poet, and we wanted him and Megatron to be chummy”.

- Percy did permanently take over Mac’s bar.  

- Her favorite VA is Jeremy Levy, he’s a really cool guy.

- She thinks Starscream and Cheetor could become (not necessarily friends, but connected?) because of their connection to the All Spark. Mentions how Starscream acknowledge Cheetor as the “Guardian of the Allspark”.

- Mae Catt describes Starscream as an “Awful gremlin” several times.

- Astrotrain and the Insecticons are from Megatron X’s universe.

- She thinks Cliffjumper and Bee wouldn’t get along, solely because of the IDW2 comic stuff. (They had a cut joke about someone telling Bee he should paint himself red and Bee saying, “But then everyone will think I’m Cliffjumper!”).

- Cyberverse got 26 episodes for season 3 because they had the 4-part episode movies.

- Megatron cares about his troops, but not in a way that we would notice that care. 

- AcidStorm is genderfluid. 

-  Cold Construction doesn’t exist in this show. When asked why all the Seekers look the same then, Mae Catt says “Maybe there’s one jet mode all the seekers really like”.

- She loves the idea of Wild Wheel robbing Astrotrain in train-mode, totally Wild West-style.

- One of the things she’s proudest of was turning Lugnut into a gal (and having so much body diversity and gender-neutral designs for a lot of characters). They wanted to include many more girls in Cyberverse (Nickel and Lightbright among them). She also mentioned that  Shadow Striker is taller than Optimus or is his height.

- She describes Cosmos as “R2D2, but a Transformer!”

- Maccadam looking like a buff Rung was just a strange coincidence.

- Blurr really was the fastest.

- Mae Catt says we absolutely SHOULD write fanfic. Fanfiction made her into the writer she is today. She wrote non-stop Matrix fanfic from the age of 12-20 years old. It helped her learn a lot about writing.

- She uses “They” pronouns for Rack ‘n Ruin when referring to both of them, but says that individually they both use “he”.

- She’s really sad that Skywarp didn’t get a speaking line.

- Mae Catt won’t say whether Ratchet finished medical school or not. (She laughed when someone commented "I don’t believe that man has ever been to medical school”). She also says she wants “I choose to believe Ratchet has never been to medical school” on a T-shirt.

- When asked why Rack ‘n Ruin were captains of the Ark in one universe, she says they’re probably the Prime in that one weird universe (lmao).

- She loves the idea that Transformers have siblings / families.

- In a world where they had an unlimited budget, it’d be fun if Cybertronians were constantly shape-shifting and changing their forms. Example: she’d like having Transformers who “grew a beard” and decided to “shave it”.

- She doesn’t understand cycles or astrocycles, she doesn’t understand the weird Transformers time stuff. (mood)

- She loved Beast Wars Inferno, she loved that Inferno called Megatron a Queen. It was played as a joke because the 90s weren’t very socially conscious, but she liked that Megatron never corrected him or beat him down.

- Shockwave altered his spark to have maximum bad vibes to destroy the All Spark.

- She said it’s hard talking about writing a show because you’re designing the experience and you have to make sometimes what sounds like cold and pragmatic decisions (eg: "we need a cold and spunky female”) which sucks, but they need to balance out the show. She says she’d never do that just for the sake of doing it, but it’s part of something that they do need to be aware of while working on a show. “It starts from a weirdly cold pragmatic place, but we try and put truth in it”.

- They didn’t want to have Unicron in the show since he’s the default “big bad”, but if he was in the show, Mae Catt says “If you put the proverbial budget-gun to my head, I’d keep Unicron in planet-mode because it’s more mysterious, but I want both alt modes”.

- Her favorite Megatron is Beast Wars Megatron.

- She doesn’t like Sky Lnxy’s design, it’s creepy. “He talks in the G1 episodes and the voice makes it worse.” She can’t get over his face.

- “I’d love to see more jets [who aren’t our usual gang] and find out all jets are kinda snobby, which explains why Starscream’s the way he is”.

- Everyone on the Autobot side are friends with each other.

Thanks for your time Mae Catt! We’re lucky to have you. Thank you for all your hard work on this amazing show.