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wordsbyrian · 1 year ago

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Babysitting - Alexia Putellas x Reader

A/N: Multiple people requested a sequel to Good with Kids. Then yesterday I told @wosobot that I would post in exchange for a place on her panini team.

Summary: R and Alexia spend the day babysitting R's niece (but bffr they're practically married so it's Alexia's niece too)

It doesn’t matter what you do for work, everyone looks forward to having days off.

Unfortunately for you, your job as a professional footballer means that for you, actual days off are few and far between. Even on days when you don’t have practice or a game, you find yourself being dragged by your agent from photoshoot to interview and back again.

And yet somehow, today on your day off, you find yourself on babysitting duty, having been suckered into taking your niece to see Barcelona’s men's team play.

Not the worst thing in the world, much better than photoshoots, but you would much rather stay here in bed all day.

Unfortunately, that plan is ruined by your girlfriend’s need to open the blinds and let light into your shared bedroom.

Groaning, you roll over, attempting to bury yourself further under the covers and away from the offending light. You’re stopped when the blanket is tugged from your grasp, exposing your body to the cold morning air.

“No, amor, por favor,” you whine, blindly reaching for the blanket.

“It’s time to get up,” she says, not giving in to your pleas.

“It’s my day off.”

“Si, and you promised to pick Valeria up at 11. It’s already 9:30.”

“That’s plenty of time,” you respond, rolling over to look at her and once again making grabby hands for the blanket. “Give it back please.”

Alexia just raises an eyebrow at you before dropping the offending item to the ground and leaving the room.

“Mujer malvada,” you mutter under your breath before climbing out of bed.

Making your way to the kitchen, you’re unsurprised to see Ale already sitting at the counter holding a cup of coffee and scrolling through her phone.

“What do you want to eat,” you ask, already beginning to search through the fridge to see what you could put together.

“I don’t really have time, Josep is going to be here in 10 minutes,” she tells you.

“I can have a breakfast burrito in your hand in 8,” you say, already beginning to pull out the necessary supplies.

Exactly 8 minutes later, just as you promised, you're handing her a burrito wrapped in foil, and almost simultaneously her phone rings, presumably Josep telling her he’s outside.

Rolling your eyes, you reach behind you and grab a second burrito, similarly wrapped.

“That’s for Josep,” you tell her, handing it over, “Text me when you're finished, Vali and I will come to get you so we can eat before going to the game.”

“Thank you,” Alexia says, leaning over to kiss you. “ Te amo, I’ll see you later.”

“Love you too.” An hour later, you're rushing out of your apartment, phone pressed to your ear as you try to lock the door.

“Yes, Chimo, I know what time I said I was going to be there,” you say, interrupting yourself with a slight a-ha of success as you get the door locked. “But I also know that no one expects me to be on time for anything.”

You roll your eyes as your brother begins his rant about how you’ll need to grow up eventually.

“I’ll become responsible when I stop playing a kid's games for money,” you tell him. “I’ll be there in 10. Make sure my kid is ready to go.”

“Pretty sure Valeria is my child, not yours.”

“Not today. You can have her back at the end of the game.”

“Y/N,” he says, in a warning tone.

“Joaquim,” you mock.

“Please feed my daughter something other than junk food today.”

“Not your daughter today. See you in a bit.”

You’re at Chimo’s mother-in-law’s house at exactly the, new, time you said you would be.

Within 5 minutes, you begin to realize precisely what you’ve gotten yourself into.

By the time you're waiting in a parking lot for Alexia, you’ve made a million and one stops, spending money at just about every one.

So now, leaning against the car while Vali takes a nap in the backseat, it feels like you can finally catch your breath.

Your sense of serenity is broken, but instantly regained, by the sound of someone familiar calling your name.

Looking up you're unsurprised to see your girlfriend walking towards you.

“Hola, mi reina. How was your day,” you ask when she gets close enough.

You get an eye roll in response before Alexia answers with words.

“Waste of time,” she says. “What’d you two get up to?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure we emptied my bank account,” you tell her, earning a laugh. “Vali wants to tell you about it at lunch.”

“Well, she’s a better storyteller than you are anyway,” she says, stepping away from you to make her way to the passenger seat.

“Rude,” you respond, watching her, “I like your pants by the way.”

“You like the sight of my butt in these pants you mean.”

“That too.”

The ride to the restaurant isn’t a very long one but it feels even shorter with the way it’s easy for you to focus on the sound of Alexia’s voice and Valeria’s soft snores in the backseat.

The second you park the car a couple of blocks away from the restaurant it's like the kindergartener had never been asleep at all. She practically jumps out of the car before tugging you and Ale down the street while talking a mile a minute.

Once seated she recounts your day out.

“First, Tia was late picking me up,” Vali explains, earning you a glare from your girlfriend. “But she bought me an ice cream to make up for it.”

“Oh really, ice cream before lunch? Does your papa know?”

“No, but Tia said that when he asks I’m supposed to remind him, he's not the boss of her.”

Another hard stare from Alecia but you don’t do anything but shrug in response, smirking a little when she sighs and shakes her head at you.

Turning her attention back to Valeria, Alexia speaks again, “I wouldn’t listen to your tia this time, nenita, it might get you in trouble.”

“Si?”

“Si. Now, why don’t you tell me about all the other places you went to.”

Valeria instantly perks up before launching into her spiel.

“After we got ice cream, we went to the Lego store in the mall and we got soooo many legos,” she says, practically vibrating in her seat. “We even made figurines that look like all of us! Then we had to go into a couple of boring clothes stores because that was one of the reasons my mom let me come out today.”

“Hey,” you say, interrupting her, “Your mama isn’t in charge of me either.”

“Are you sure,” your niece asks, “Because we did everything she said we had to do.”

“That’s a coincidence,” you respond while rubbing the back of your neck.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Alexia attempting to hold back her laughter from her place seated next to Valeria, the little girl struggling to hold back her own giggles.

Taking offense to this, you glare at both of them before continuing to speak.

“Just be quiet and eat your food. Both of you.”

That obviously does nothing to get them to stop laughing at you, so you take your own instructions and turn your attention back to the plate in front of you.

By the time you leave the restaurant, it seems like your niece has more energy than ever while you feel the need to take a serious nap.

After a quick stop at the car to let Vali change into her Barça jersey and grab the jacket that she will definitely need by the end of the night, the three of you begin the walk to Camp Nou.

The walk to the stadium is quick, so you're fine with letting Valeria run, skip, and jump ahead of you and Ale, occasionally calling her back when she begins to get too far.

Unfortunately, the short walk isn't as peaceful as it could be because you and Alexia find yourselves being approached multiple times by fans asking for photos and autographs.

You do take a few but eventually, you make your way inside and to the box where some of your teammates and club officials are mingling while waiting for kick-off.

You do your best to greet and talk to everyone but it's a little difficult with Valeria attached to your leg (and eventually in your arms once you give in to her whining) the child is suddenly more shy than you've ever seen her.

The clinginess lasts for a while and you’re unsurprised when she plops directly into your lap once you’ve taken your seat.

You don't mind too much, using the opportunity to calmly explain the action of the game to her in a way that's easy for her to understand.

It goes smoothly for the first 30 minutes but then Patri and Pina begin ‘sneaking’ her candy and treats when they think you aren’t paying attention. So you are then stuck with a squirmy little kid on your lap.

By half-time, you need a snack of your own and your legs need a break so you make her stand up so that you could get to your own feet.

Motioning for her to sit back down you begin to walk off only to feel a tug on the back of your shirt.

“What's up pulguita,” you ask, turning around and leaning down.

“Where are you going,” she questions, pouting up at you.

“Gonna take a walk and find a good snack, I was gonna ask what you wanted but you’ve just had a team of people trying to fill you up on candy.”

“You’re gonna leave me here?”

“Do you need to use the restroom?”

“No.”

“Then you’ll be alright, Vali.”

That apparently isn’t very reassuring to the young girl because she continues staring at you but now her lower lip is quivering.

Rolling your eyes and sighing deeply, you pick Vali up under her arms and carry her the few steps to where Alexia is sitting (Patri and Pina had forced her to switch seats for their candy plot).

Standing in front of your girlfriend, you carefully place the child in her lap and take a step back.

When you receive a questioning look you sigh once again and say, “I need 5 minutes to move without her attached to my leg.”

That gets a few laughs from your teammates who are close enough to hear but Alexia just nods giving you the go-ahead, readjusting your niece on her lap.

Exactly 5 minutes later you’re walking back to your seat only to see Mapi in it. Scanning the row, you spot the empty one by Alexia, which you immediately plop yourself into.

“Sup,” you say only to be immediately shushed as she motions to Valeria who is sleeping soundly despite the noise of the crowd.

“How,” you begin to ask only to be shushed again.

Rolling your eyes, you settle more fully into the seat while letting one of your arms wrap around her shoulders, prepared to watch the second health of the game.

It’s a boring one, with neither team scoring and the score remaining nil-nil through 90 minutes.

When it’s all said and done, you're hit with the realization that you're going to have to carry 40 pounds of dead weight back to the car as your niece shows no signs of stirring.

For what must be the hundredth time today, you sigh before bending over and taking Valeria into your arms.

Once you have her settled, you reach out your free hand for Alexia to hold as the two of you say your goodbyes before making your way out of the stadium and to your parked car.

Throughout the entirety of the walk, you’re acutely aware of the fans taking photos of you all but you pay them no real attention this time, only briefly letting go of your girlfriend’s hand so you can cover Valeria’s head more fully with the hood of her jacket.

There’s no need for her face to be plastered all over the internet, she didn’t sign up for this.

Once you’re all in the car, you’re not surprised when ALe pulls out her phone and begins to scroll casually running her fingers across the knuckles of the head you have placed on her thigh.

“Amor,” she says suddenly.

“Hmm?”

“Have you seen this?”

“I think my phone’s dead,” you say, quickly glancing over at her. “Que pasa?”

“They’ve already started posting pictures of us at the game.”

“Vale.”

“Vale?”

“Si, vale.”

“That’s all you have to say,” she asks.

“Do you want me to say something else?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then,” you say seriously, “Are they good pictures? How does my hair look?”

“Y/N/N.”

“Amor, it’s not like people don’t know that we’re dating,” you tell her calmly. “They also know that pulguita comes with me sometimes, it’s all okay, everything’s okay.”

“So it’s fine then.”

“Yup,” you respond, making the turn into your brother’s neighborhood. “The only thing left to do is carry Vali and all her stuff to her room”

“I’ll take the bags.”

“How did I know you were going to say that?”

“Because you’re not as dumb as you look,” Alexia says affectionately.

#woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #espwnt x reader #espwnt imagine #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas

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bluejaysandblackbats · 3 months ago

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Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 25/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst

Chapter Twenty-Five: Cutting Class

Jason cut through the park on his way home for lunch, and he let himself in. Soft music played in throughout the apartment. "Honey, I'm home!" Jason announced. Laney sat on the floor next to Gus. Laney never even looked up. Jason sat across from him and touched his hand. "Baby, you okay?"

Laney nodded and hugged Jason. "Hi, Jay," Laney whispered, "Sorry if I'm being weird. I just woke up from a nap. I did your laundry and met your laundry buddy."

"Nana?" Jason asked. Laney nodded.

Jason leaned forward and kissed Laney's forehead. "Jason, I made paninis. It's in the oven... Two for you two for me." Jason smiled and put on a mitt to get the paninis out of the oven. He put them on a plate and sat back on the floor with Laney.

They ate quietly, and Laney chuckled. "Taste good?" Laney asked. Jason nodded and covered his mouth as he smiled. "Let me see you smile."

"Laney, my mouth was full," Jason smiled, "But thank you so much for lunch, Lane. Do you mind if my mom comes over for dinner?"

"Did you already invite her for tonight?" Laney asked.

"No, not for tonight. Sorry... I meant Saturday night," Jason explained, "Just the three of us. I was thinking we could go out to a little restaurant." Laney nodded and smiled as he ate.

"What does your mom think of me?" Laney asked.

Jason furrowed his brows and looked at Laney. "My mom sent me a text the other day asking if I was being nice to you," Jason leaned over and took a bite of Laney's sandwich. "She knows without you, I probably wouldn't have been so open to forgiving her."

Laney finished eating his sandwich and lay his head on Jason's shoulder. "Well, you know how my parents feel about you. My parents have all but planned our wedding," Laney answered, and Jason gave Laney a bite of his sandwich.

"If our families can survive Thanksgiving at my dad's, they can pick the date," Jason joked, "And then you, me, and our brothers are riding to Chris's game in a week or two." Laney kissed Jason on the cheek and put his plate in the sink. Jason finished his sandwich and washed his hands in the sink before answering emails on his phone.

"What's that?" Laney asked as he nudged Jason. Jason grinned and handed Laney his phone. "Get the fuck out of here!" Laney exclaimed as he jumped up and down before nearly tackling Jason in an embrace.

"It's only the first part like Bart, and I haven't even started printing yet, but I—." Laney kissed Jason and grabbed his face. Jason blushed and pressed his forehead into Laney's shoulder. "I can't remember what I was gonna say."

"Can I see the book?" Laney asked. Jason kissed Laney's neck. "Is that a yes?"

"No. I want you to see it as a hardcover," Jason replied, "I gotta go back to school in a minute, but I was thinking we could take a walk..." Laney nodded, and he got up and put his shoes on. Jason grabbed Laney's hand and his bag, and they walked around the park in circles. Jason swung Laney's hand as they walked ad thunder cracked in the background. Laney's face lit up as lightning struck, and Jason smiled at the feeling of Laney squeezing his hand. "It's gonna rain. It'd be a shame to miss such a nice storm—."

"Jason, you don't have—."

Lightning flashed as they kissed in front of the fountain. Laney walked around the border of the fountain, and Jason tugged at his hand. They walked deep into the center of the park, and as the rain began to fall, Jason whispered, "Remember during winter break when we were kids, and it rained in Metropolis? You told me that nothing was more exciting than watching lightning strike." It started to sprinkle on them.

"You also forgot to mention that we stayed up talking that entire night. You were the first boy I ever opened up to, and it felt good. Like I know you always get on me for not telling you how I feel about things, but you're the only person outside of my family that I'll even talk about my feelings with," Laney replied. Jason softened and looked at the sincerity in Laney's eyes. "I've been thinking about everything that happened lately, and I have some really bittersweet feelings on what I'm about to say—."

"You're breaking up with me, aren't—?"

"What the fuck? No! I wanted to ask you something. Please just listen before you jump to conclusions," Laney chuckled, "Sylvia is moving out, but she's not gonna move in with her girlfriend until I find a new roommate." Jason stopped in his tracks, and thunder roared, startling them both.

Even after the momentary fright wore off from the thunder, Jason stood frozen. "Are you asking me to move in with you?" Jason asked. Laney nodded.

"The nice thing is if you get tired of me, there's another bedroom. Then Gus is getting a little attached to you, and I know we've been together a little less than a month, and I've probably given you high blood pressure in this little bit of time... When I wake up and know you're there, I hear music," Laney whispered, and Jason chuckled. "No, I know it's corny, but I've only ever felt this way around you. I can give you your space when you need it. I can reorganize the spice rack, I can buy different laundry soap—." Jason kissed him.

"Shut up. I have to give thirty days' notice," Jason smiled, and lightning flashed. "Can we tell my mom at dinner?"

The rain poured down harder, and Laney shivered. "Yuh-huh. Now let's go get a coffee. I'm freezing," Laney whispered. Jason gave Laney's hand another little squeeze, and they were on their way.

Once they got their coffees, Jason and Laney walked back to Jason's apartment. "Laney," Jason stopped him after closing the door. "Your clothes are soaked." Laney chuckled and threw off his wet clothes. Jason did the same, and he went back to his room. "I'm gonna throw on some sweats. You want something?" Jason whispered. Laney nodded.

"The green sweatshirt in your drawer," Laney replied, and Jason went through his drawers and pulled on a pair of sweats. "And can we talk about how you take your coffee black?"

"That's how my dad always makes his coffee," Jason replied. Jason came out of his room with the sweater for Laney in one hand, and he carried his hamper in the other. After Laney put on Jason's sweater, they sat on the couch, and Laney took his coffee off the table. Jason lay his head on Laney's lap and turned the tv on. Laney ran his hand through Jason's hair, rustling his fingers through it gently.

Jason curled up and closed his eyes. "I used to hate thunderstorms... When we were up that whole night, we sat close to each other, and all I wanted was to hold your hand. Something about you makes me feel so small in a good way," Jason confessed. Laney smiled and leaned down to press a kiss on Jason's forehead.

Jason's phone rang. "It's Dick... Don't ask me how I know, I just do," Jason mumbled as he sat up and answered the phone. "Hey, Dick."

"You're not in class?" Dick asked. Jason answered with a noise. "Good, are you busy?"

Jason looked at Laney, and Laney shrugged. "I'm with Lane, but we're just watching tv. Why?" Jason asked.

"Oh, tell Lane that I said hi. I actually called to ask about him. How's everything going with you two?" Dick asked.

Jason muted himself. "Can I tell him the good news?" Jason asked. Laney nodded and kissed Jason's cheek.

"Wait, no, let me tell him. Put it on speaker," Laney whispered. Jason un-muted himself and put the phone on speaker.

"You there?" Dick asked.

"Yeah, sorry. Laney just wanted to ask me something... We actually have some good news—."

Dick let out a loud noise over the phone. "Jason, you gotta let me be your best man—." Laney laughed.

"No, we're moving in together. Well, Jason's moving into my place, but not until late next month," Laney announced. Jason smiled and kissed Laney's neck.

"Aww, congrats! Wait, what about your roommate?" Dick asked. "Jason said you had a roommate."

"That's the bittersweet part. Sylvia's moving in with her girlfriend, but not until Jason's officially ready to move in," Laney replied, "How are you?"

"Good, I'm gonna be in San Francisco for a few days, but I wanted to know if everything was good with everybody before I go," Dick replied.

Jason lay back down on Laney's lap. "Why are you going to California?" Jason asked as he closed his eyes.

"Scouting stuff, and I'm visiting some friends," Dick answered.

Laney gave Jason's head a playful scratch, and Jason let out a soft noise. "Did you just purr?" Laney whispered. Jason smiled and touched Laney's hand as an invitation to continue. "Sorry, he's going to sleep. We'll call you back," Laney whispered in his soft tone.

"Goodnight, Jason. Goodnight, Lane," Dick laughed, and he hung up.

"Baby, don't go to sleep," Laney whined. Jason mumbled something, and Laney leaned close to Jason to listen to his voice. "I can't hear you."

Jason opened one eye and mumbled, "Behind my ears again." Laney grinned and rubbed his thumbs in little circles behind Jason's ears. Laney went back to scratching Jason's scalp.

Jason hummed as Laney massaged his head, only stopping to play music on his phone. "I like this a whole lot," Jason whispered. Laney bent forward and pressed a bunch of little kisses to Jason's face. "What song is this?"

"I made this," Laney answered. Jason sat up and opened his eyes. "No, lay back down. It's not even done yet." Jason took Laney's phone and held it up to his ear. Jason sat on his knees on the couch, and Laney pulled him back down. "Come back down."

Jason gave Laney his phone back, and he climbed over Laney to get off the couch. Laney grabbed his waist, and Jason let out a laugh involuntarily. "I'm gonna go shower," Jason laughed, and Laney let go.

"I wanna come with you," Laney playfully whined.

"You can come and sit in there while I shower, but I shower alone," Jason offered. Laney chuckled and took his hand. "You're so cute. Come on."

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throne-for-queens · 11 days ago

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I hate this news. And funny enough when they first got together I would have been happy for them bc that's before we knew everything about their relationship and how toxic it is. Why bring an innocent life into this off / on again thing they have? And why would he want the next mother of his child (sounds so weird to say) be a woman who doesn't love him and just is using him for clout?!? It's insane. It's gonna be a LONG rest of the year + 2025 when the baby is due and then forever how long they can milk being in the spotlight w/ this baby. It's sad. I feel he may even take a step back from music with the baby coming and he should I guess but maybe this is end musically for him... Bc it's just going to be about the baby and that's what MF wanted. I just hate he didn't have a real woman who loved him to give him another child.

On a lighter note I'm rooting for a son for him so it's his first and to be petty bc then she won't have a girl ha. And he only needs ONE princess - Casie! :) (FYI she's going to have a 1/2 sibling! That must be exciting for her she seems good with kids from how she and Ash's son play etc.)

So I understand what you said about if this had been at the beginning of the relationship, you would have been way happier for him because, prior to knowing any negative things about this relationship, it's easier to feel happy for a stranger if you will. But it's kind of like hearing baby news from that friend you've been rooting for to leave her boyfriend, and then the baby or the marriage further solidifies that they're never going to leave. Now don't get me wrong, I love children, and I think children are a blessing, and I know he will be a great father to this child. I always imagined him with someone different, so it's kind of surreal to see that she's the one that was chosen in the end. But I do hope that this child will be a great addition to the little family he's created, and I hope that whatever the gender, this child is welcomed and loved beyond measure.

(and to be fair, for anyone who's panini pressed about the friend analogy I used, I'm going to put it this way. Celebrity or not, if I wouldn't encourage someone to continue a relationship in real life, then I won't push it for him. Now I hope that they've resolved most of their issues prior to the baby, but if not, the baby will not fix anything.)

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jenyifer · 4 months ago

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The Trainee ep3 Initial reaction

Bad news I only have screen shots of part 4 but considering how S L O W the show is no big loss.

Let’s chat a little before the photo review. I like that Jane isn’t auto in love with Ryan it’s like they are slowly getting on the same frequency. I don’t think he was a bad boss in any of the previous eps either. Yes. He’s busy. Pressed like a panini. It’s very sweet. Ryan is confused as to why things are going so well but I think it’s because Jane is getting slowly attuned to him. Like they were made to be a pair. It’s a beautiful slow dance. But it is slow. I’m not bored it’s just not a ton to speculate on. We all saw the episode? It’s mostly Meta Content about production which is interesting. I enjoyed Pie’s friendships and her struggles. But as it comes to Ryan and Jane the biggest indicator of affection is the Ryan game they are playing. I adored the saving private ryan refs very cute and unexpected. I really hope romance wise things get going soon anywhere. I really like prop guy but I get hella annoyed with the str8 couple. But I assume I’m supposed to. I’ll keep watching but I’ll am a little cool towards things if that makes sense. It’s fun but… give me something to think about.

Photo review

I watched pt 1-3 on my tv so don’t have any snaps but our girl is 100% correct. Jane is intimidating. He doesn’t have time to make things easy for Ryan and Pie. The difference is Ryan wants to know Why Jane is the way he is and try to assist in making him relaxed. Ryan is happiness when Jane has his peaks of soft. But Pie respects Jane puts him on a pedestal of what she wants to be. She doesn’t see him as a human. More of a goal she wants to be. Also Off Jumpol is 50/10 on the sexy scale.

Okay so my dad likes to tell me when I start a new job, “you aren’t doing it right if you aren’t crying in the bathroom and in the bed after work questioning why you thought you could do the job in the first place” I find this applies to switching teams or any new work situation. No one trusts you and they really shouldn’t you are new and will make mistakes. However if they don’t depend on your or make you feel strong the pressure builds and builds. It’s hard you feel so defeated. You finally get chance to break out of the minmal space of being new or the intern and things turn to flames then find out no one expected you to do good anyways. Eventually you’ll find a team member who will push you into chances then you’ll find your niche. I had to be on a team with a new member to understand what was going on with this. I think… it’s easy when you are new to blame yourself. It’s everyone’s duty to help the new person feel part of the team and train them up. Yes they are going to mess up but I find that’s easier when they think of me as someone who will help them not make mistakes next time.

But on an ADHD human who struggles to get medication I have to go through the Why am I like this? Judging others then fucking up because of my brain and it is horrible but… you work in a team. I hope Pie realizes that.

I love these brother sister in the neurodivergent buddy coded vibes we have going on here in my opinion. I feel like Pie is very ADHD masking medicated but I’m bias. She doesn’t understand humans and can’t care about things beyond her special interests. Ryan is also very much hiding in his head. Pie is jealous of Ryan but I think she likes him in his own newbie ways. He’s hard not to love. Also their shirts.

“Find out who you are doing it for” obvs answer is Jane

“Good, good!

Time, time!” Maybe a reference to completing a task or finding the good times in tasks is getting to know her coworkers.

We have to protect Ryan he’s a clumsy silent bby I’m thinking about kuuderes like Mori from OHSC they just usually aren’t smol like Ryan.

Extremely beautiful that Jane stopped his everything to focus on Ryan. He didn’t have to. Jane wanted to this is where I was finally feeling the more than coworker vibe. Idk maybe it’s just a friendly vibe but it’s something new.

Jane wants to care for Ryan and keep him around. I adore these shoe themes even if the shoes are weirdly matching???? Am I crazy? Didn’t get a good shot but I think black white Nikes. Jane is being slowly boiled in Ryan’s actions to show Jane is a person who can trust Ryan.

He’s impressed Ryan is thinking of him outside of work. I’m triggered cause now I wanna go watch saving private Ryan again. However I think I’ll settle for Ghost Of You by my chemical romance.

I adore Ryan’s relationship with Ink. I love the lighting and the set dressing of the shop crowded but not a home the home for Ryan is the people. What they can offer with their hands and time.

#the trainee #the trainee the series #janeryan #jane x ryan #the trainee ep 3 #the trainee episode 3 #Thai bl #offgun #off jumpol #gun atthaphan #Jenny’s watching

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smidgen-of-hotboy · 8 months ago

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Our Angel of Brahma, pt. i

I rewrote the original piece that started this au. There are some new details added in and some grammar mistakes finally corrected. @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @ananxiousgenz @gwenlena @demonic-panini @the-private-eye

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING BEGINS. TIRED VOICE: Some say, that the Legend isn't true. Some say that it's a bedtime story that a mother made up to put her children to sleep so they would be less distressed in the morning when she didn't come home. At least one person believes that he built the Hanataba Clinic. We don’t know everything. But here is what we do know: SOUND: PAPER SHUFFLING ACROSS TILE FLOOR. TIRED VOICE: A young revolutionary infiltrated New Kinshasa and got to the Reactor Core of the floating city and the Guardian Angel System. He pulled the Reactor and started a ten-minute countdown destabilizing the city's gravity field. A lone constable arrived first on the scene and fought revolutionary. He was stabbed to death. The revolutionary then put the Reactor back in place, restabilizing New Kinshasa, putting the Guardian Angel System back online, and was stormed by several more Constables. He made a speech to the city and to the planet of Brahma. Promising that if he came this close to knocking the city out of the sky, then he would someday come back to finish the job. (DEEP SIGH) New Kinshasa never fell on us that day. A curfew was instilled and one by one, friends and family members were dragged out of their beds, lined up shoulder to shoulder, and killed in the dead of night. We never see them again. We don't get to bury our dead. The Guardian Angel System is meant to protect them from us. It is meant to teach us a lesson. It is meant to be the key to preventing another Galactic Civil War. There are whispers that the Solar Planets call it a war crime. There is only person who stood up and threatened to end it all. Only one person who dared defy New Kinshasa. Our Angel of Brahma. He gave us hope. And we soared with him, we rallied in the streets, we rioted for days, we starved ourselves in protest. The Dome Wardens stopped showing up to their shifts, forcing the Constables to stretch themselves so thin to monitor Brahma’s storms. People like my father were organizing how to get aid to those who would need it most in case things turned further South. We were in it for the long haul. We sat outside the shuttle station heading to New Kinshasa and body blocked the Constables from leaving. And we waited. And waited. And waited. And he never came back. Vanished, like the mother who tucked her children into bed a final time and waited outside their home to be taken away. Like the husband who pressed a bruising kiss against his spouse's mouth a final time as they were pried apart. Our Angel vanished. Twenty years have passed. No one dares to breathe the name in public or else the System will shoot you down on the spot. The historians have already started to erase our revolution. The Constables say that they caught him ages ago and locked him up somewhere off-planet where no one will ever find him. Dark Matters classified all of Brahman and New Kinshasan history before the War, and slapped the label "Class-X Radical" on everything that came after it. They all want us to forgive, and forget. But I refuse. I refuse to let go. And I refuse to believe any of that. Our Angel would not abandon us so quickly. I choose to believe that he is alive, that Peter Nureyev is alive. I choose to believe that he will come back to us and either liberate Brahma or obliterate us trying like he swore he would. I choose to believe that they never caught him, and they never will, and he will return. I choose to believe... (DEEP BREATH) I just hope that whoever this recording reaches, it isn't too late. And if he's out there... Peter Nureyev, whoever you may be, wherever you are, I believe in you. Don't give up hope in us, please. SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

- Found recording of a tired middle-aged Revolutionary who hasn't given up hope yet. The abandoned storage unit the recording was found in was full of mostly junk. The unit belonged to an art collector, but why would they have owned so much junk? And where/when did they come into possession of the comms? I found the comms in a shoe box wrapped up in paper with a note, written in a language (?) or code (?) I do not recognize. Filling the empty space of the box were pamphlets again, written in some code I can’t decipher. Along with this recording (found on an old model comms) was a second recording of the same tired-voiced Revolutionary singing a song. When the comms was rewound back to the earliest recording it crashed. TO DO LIST: 1) Find someone to refurbish the comms, 2) who is the Revolutionary in the recordings?, 3) WHO IS PETER NUREYEV?

Calypso scribbles her final notes down before tossing her pen aside. She leans back in her office chair and massages her neck. After several dry months of no current events and no interesting enough historical columns picked up by any Solar Newspaper, she was running out of options.

She scrapped together whatever creds she could spare and bought an abandoned storage unit on Mars hoping that it would turn up something good enough. According to the company selling it, the original owner was an art collector who traveled the galaxy far and wide. They used the unit to store things that were important to them, and planned on selling off someday. The collector never got around to any of this though having died six months back from a sudden heart attack. Goddess rest their soul, Calypso placed a bid, and thought at the time she scored big.

Turns out, most of the paintings they were withholding were either fakes or reproductions. Many of the cardboard boxes that she was promised would be chock-full of ancient artifacts were stuffed full of ancient Earthen crystal glass swans. So many swans. So many, Calypso didn’t know what a swan was until she did, and quite frankly wished she could go back to a time BS– Before Swans.

After opening the seventh box of glass swans (who in right their mind needs that many swans?), she had concluded this “investment” to be a bust.

She still had that standing offer from Mercury Spectacular Sci-Fi Publishing. Calypso didn’t write fiction, but she did write a more thoughtful article on Mister Mercury’s mansion above Mars than the last five. Color the man easy to impress because he coaxed her to give it a shot. Contact my agent in a week with whatever you got. And she tried, she really tried this time, but the best she came up with started with It was a dark and stormy night and ended with Their deaths were estimated to have occurred around three in the morning. Mister Mercury’s publishing agency did respond back to her email, and they did start off with a compliment, but that was already more than enough to convince Calypso that she did not need to be a fiction writer. She closed the email and hasn’t opened it since. Ignorance is bliss they always say. Maybe if she groveled enough they would reconsider and give her a second shot. Maybe her writing was bad enough that they took pity on her and offered her a chance to join them and she was the idiot to not keep reading.

That’s when she opened the eighth box. A shoebox for old work boots. Inside were pamphlets written in code and a note wrapped around an old comms. Which brings everything back up to now.

New Kinshasa. Brahma. Guardian Angel System. Reactor core.

The Angel of Brahma.

“Peter Nureyev…” She grows incredibly tense waiting for something terrible to happen. Maybe the G.A.S. would strike her down just like the Revolutionary said it would. Nothing happens. And nothing will. The Solar Planets do call the G.A.S. a war crime. They do detest it and they do not condone its use. But no one’s done anything about it. No one except Peter Nureyev.

Calypso chews on her thumb while tapping a finger against her notes. 3) Who is Peter Nureyev? She knows just about as much about Brahma and New Kinshasa as the average person. Which is virtually nothing. But if this recording is real, and the Revolutionary real, and Peter Nureyev real, then she now knows a lot more than the average person.

“Fuck.” With no better story to tell, and no better history to research, Calypso leans back over her desk and jots down everything she thought she knew about Brahma.

#ask to be tagged or removed #surprisingly did not get done with this at 2am #but rather 1230am #go me.#the penumbra podcast #the penumbra fanfic #private eye's keys go jingle jangle #a hotboy's writing #our angel of brahma #i let calypso say fuck bc juno cant <3 #and also bc i love making characters swear. thats the part of me i put into them <333

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blank-17 · 2 years ago

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Skyler- Alright bro! I just got payed. I can put my dick in a panini press!😆

Hanzo- 😐

Hanzo- We just got in the car, are you ok?

☝🏽The idea to make this post

I wanted to show more of my oc but I’m afraid of exposing to much. I also wanted to make a comic with her and her background I hope to do that soon but I have no clue how to draw and shit so🤷🏽‍♀️

#platonic #platonic relationships #mortal kombat #mk11 #mk fandom #mk scorpion #hanzo hasashi #I’ll talk more about her if you want me to #incorrect quotes

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finalgirlkateausten · 2 years ago

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hi! A prompt for will x mac, if you're writing for them?

“ hey, go rest yourself, alright? let me handle the chores; you can’t be lifting these boxes in your condition! “

absolutely!! i have so much newsroom brainrot rn so thank you for this prompt 💖 (from this list if anyone else has requests for any of my fandoms/ships 😉)

"Alright, Billy, since we can finally agree that the paint is dry enough for me to set foot in the nursery, it's officially time to set everything up," MacKenzie says, bracing a box of board and picture books against her hip. The grip is awkward, but the third trimester of pregnancy means she can't carry anything in front of her unless it's small enough to balance on her bump.

"Woah, woah," Will interrupts, coming around the corner hefting the box that contains the currently-disassembled crib, "go sit down, Mac, alright? Let me handle carrying the stuff, you can't be lifting all these boxes in your condition."

She raises both eyebrows skeptically. "Will, with your back, you're hardly more suited to carrying the heavy bits than I am. How about we just take this one step at a time and hope no one gets hurt?"

Her husband huffs in protest but agrees with a grudging nod. "Alright. In that case, what's the first step?"

"The crib and the dresser will definitely be the biggest elements," Mac says slowly, pursing her lips, "but the crib is more exciting. So, finish dragging that in, and I'll start putting these books on the shelves you put up while you get out all the crib pieces."

"IKEA is amazingly useful and so angering all at the same time," Will grumbles. "Looks so good all set up in the store... but actually figuring out how to set it up is hell on earth."

"Don't be so dramatic," MacKenzie laughs, looking over her shoulder with a teasing smile. "It's a bonding experience."

"Just me proving that I would do anything for the two of you," Will agrees, his smile giving away the lack of true irritation in the room. He pulls a box cutter from the back pocket of his jeans, and Mac hides her pleased laughter by refocusing on the bookshelves.

An hour later, the crib is... slightly more assembled, but even Mac's enthusiasm has dampened. She scowls at the wrinkled paper of instructions, looking back and forth from it to their messy pile of crib pieces. "Why the fuck would they not give us all the correct screws for putting the bars together?"

"I'm pretty sure they did, Mac," Will replies, his voice tired and a wrinkle in his own brow. "I counted all the little bits when I opened it all up... the screw's gotta be here somewhere."

"Damnit," she swears. "Fucking soft carpet that you were sweet enough and stubborn enough to put in all by yourself that's practically the same color as the fucking screws..."

"Hey." Will lays a hand on her shoulder. "Forget the screws, I already have a headache from all this fine print. Why don't we take a lunch break?"

Ordinarily, MacKenzie would want to see the task through to the end, now that she's started it, but she's so damn hungry all the time now that the promise of food could distract her from most anything. "Hm. That does sound nice."

"What are you craving this week?" Her husband asks, beginning a slow massage on her hunched shoulders."You liked it when we made pesto together last week..."

"Mhm," she agrees, closing her eyes. "What's that diner, on the other side of Manhattan... it has all those amazing sandwiches... that chicken panini with the mozzarella and pesto sauce... they make it hot, it's so good."

"I remember that place," Will says, grunting as he stands. Even Mac can hear his knee pop, but he offers her a hand anyway. "Alright. Well, put on a sweater, it's cold as balls out there."

"You're going to be good at this," MacKenzie says, giggling as she presses a kiss to her cheek. "Worrying is already second nature for you."

"Only 'cause I love you so much," Will mutters, pulling her into him and pressing a kiss behind her ear. She smiles, turning to look back at him.

"Well, good. Because I love you, too."

#prompt fill #anon #drabble requests #the newsroom #otp: it’s not but it can be #will mcavoy #mackenzie mchale #pregnancy cw #yay baby fluff!! i am in my element #will x mac

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belle-et-inspirante · 2 years ago

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Small Version: whenever Kathy Strahs received a panini push from the woman aunt one xmas, little did she know it would encourage a burgeoning job for the culinary arts. She began the Panini successful blog in 2008 in an effort to share the woman recipes making use of world. Your blog’s appeal encouraged the woman to publish publications, like the award-winning “8Ã8 Cookbook,” a collection of quality recipes for families. In her own publications and websites, Kathy stocks delicious, time night-worthy dinners that can deliver individuals better collectively. She actually is continually mastering new skills â both cooking and media-related â as she grows her audience through the woman posting company, Burnt Cheese hit.

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The panini press was actually certainly Oprah’s “ideal Things” that year, and folks bought the nifty instrument in droves simply because of its power to create perfectly grilled sandwiches. However, many of the presses went the risk of getting thrown apart the moment the newness dressed in down.

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“we started making use of social media marketing to interact with audience and other blog writers,” she mentioned. “I also started initially to go to conferences and fulfill various other blog writers; i discovered my personal tribe.” Given that weblog turned into significantly more than just a great side job, she turned into more dedicated to sharpening the woman abilities in photos, cooking, and authorship.

an author approached Kathy in 2013, and her basic book, “A Perfect Panini Press Cookbook,” soon adopted. Into the guide, she premiered 205 quality recipes that she perfected while nonetheless managing her character as a mother of two.

“it had been difficult to accomplish that a lot of photographs and meals, but we appreciated it,” she mentioned. “it had been in addition with this procedure that I was enthusiastic about business part, the advertising and marketing, and address layout.”

Kathy’s author worked to feature the woman in those components of her basic guide, processes that writers typically cannot take part in, hence knowledge would consistently assist their on the next large jobs.

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After the success of her basic cookbook, Kathy met with the idea for “The 8Ã8 Cookbook,” which showcases dishes built in a straightforward 8-inch square skillet. “This is basically the cookbook I would want to see in stores; I would get this,” she stated regarding idea. Since she had not seen these a cookbook, she developed one.

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“Cooking is a good task for partners, even though it goes awry,” stated Kathy, remembering a period of time she along with her husband had been online dating. The pair of them, with her sis, had chose to make a pasta meal that contained mushrooms in a truffle oil cream sauce. Because they were cooking, they discovered that there was actually an ingredient from inside the recipe that all of these won’t consume.

“while we didn’t eat it, it ended up being a fun knowledge that we nevertheless chuckle about nowadays,” she informed united states.

The meals when you look at the cookbook create enough food for just two â and often have actually leftovers for overnight. Beyond the meal, the dishes provides you with some high quality amount of time in the kitchen with special someone.

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Kathy created Burnt Cheese click so she could submit “The 8Ã8 Cookbook” by herself. With this choice, she began raising resources to cover editors and graphic designers to help bring her concept to fruition.

She done a successful Kickstarter promotion that brought in $21,000. Together with the resources protected, she surely could complete “The 8Ã8 Cookbook” and acquire it inside arms for the backers by December 2015, simply eventually for your holidays. It went on to get the balance Fisher Award for ideal First Book-Nonfiction from private Book Publishers Association (IBPA).

2 yrs later, Kathy obtained the woman subsequent guide project, “The Lemonade stay Cookbook,” a step by step guide for children to create â and inventory â a lemonade stand. The publication has actually seen the share of achievements, winning the Gold Award Young Reader Nonfiction from IBPA and garnering a lot of mass media interest. The cookbook contains quality recipes for beverages, snacks, and crafts that can be offered to boost resources for jobs children are passionate about.

“It really is part cookbook and part manual with ideas to help young ones boost money for themselves or even assist others to âgive life a squeeze’ and come up with things happen,” she stated.

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Over the years, Kathy provides branched out from the realm of paninis with Cooking unofficially, a weblog that shares the meals she cooks in her own everyday life. She talks of their preparing style as approachable, and she uses plenty of fresh, high-quality components inside her everyday dishes.

“i love to learn about different cuisines in addition to their techniques for getting the correct designs and tastes,” she mentioned. Certainly one of her current interests is actually a Japanese bread-making strategy, using a slurry, which creates breads that stays gentle and fluffy for several times.

She is nonetheless a very active member of the cooking area, both on the internet and off. She looks in cooking sections on tv and even judges cooking competitions occasionally.

“The statements I have to my blog site and in my cookbook reviews validate every work i have done â and come up with me personally nervous doing more,” Kathy said. She did not state what her then job shall be, but it is a secure wager that the woman subsequent endeavor should be of the highest quality â and probably multiple tasty quality recipes.

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Panini Happy: Kathy Strahs Can Help You Create Healthy Night Out Dinners With Recipes for Paninis, Casseroles & Much More

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Create Memories along with your mate While Cooking Tasty Meals

“while we didn’t eat it, it ended up being a fun knowledge that we nevertheless chuckle about nowadays,” she informed united states.

Discovering victory by Self-Publishing an Award-Winning Cookbook

“It really is part cookbook and part manual with ideas to help young ones boost money for themselves or even assist others to âgive life a squeeze’ and come up with things happen,” she stated.

Usually Experimenting With unique preparing skill & Techniques

She is nonetheless a very active member of the cooking area, both on the internet and off. She looks in cooking sections on tv and even judges cooking competitions occasionally.

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blissful-moontrip · 2 years ago

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Panini Happy: Kathy Strahs Can Help You Create Healthy Night Out Dinners With Recipes for Paninis, Casseroles & Much More

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Create Memories along with your mate While Cooking Tasty Meals

“while we didn’t eat it, it ended up being a fun knowledge that we nevertheless chuckle about nowadays,” she informed united states.

Discovering victory by Self-Publishing an Award-Winning Cookbook

“It really is part cookbook and part manual with ideas to help young ones boost money for themselves or even assist others to âgive life a squeeze’ and come up with things happen,” she stated.

Usually Experimenting With unique preparing skill & Techniques

She is nonetheless a very active member of the cooking area, both on the internet and off. She looks in cooking sections on tv and even judges cooking competitions occasionally.

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Panini Happy: Kathy Strahs Can Help You Create Healthy Night Out Dinners With Recipes for Paninis, Casseroles & Much More

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Create Memories along with your mate While Cooking Tasty Meals

“while we didn’t eat it, it ended up being a fun knowledge that we nevertheless chuckle about nowadays,” she informed united states.

Discovering victory by Self-Publishing an Award-Winning Cookbook

“It really is part cookbook and part manual with ideas to help young ones boost money for themselves or even assist others to âgive life a squeeze’ and come up with things happen,” she stated.

Usually Experimenting With unique preparing skill & Techniques

She is nonetheless a very active member of the cooking area, both on the internet and off. She looks in cooking sections on tv and even judges cooking competitions occasionally.

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Panini Happy: Kathy Strahs Can Help You Create Healthy Night Out Dinners With Recipes for Paninis, Casseroles & Much More

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Create Memories along with your mate While Cooking Tasty Meals

“while we didn’t eat it, it ended up being a fun knowledge that we nevertheless chuckle about nowadays,” she informed united states.

Discovering victory by Self-Publishing an Award-Winning Cookbook

“It really is part cookbook and part manual with ideas to help young ones boost money for themselves or even assist others to âgive life a squeeze’ and come up with things happen,” she stated.

Usually Experimenting With unique preparing skill & Techniques

She is nonetheless a very active member of the cooking area, both on the internet and off. She looks in cooking sections on tv and even judges cooking competitions occasionally.

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Panini Happy: Kathy Strahs Can Help You Create Healthy Night Out Dinners With Recipes for Paninis, Casseroles & Much More

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Create Memories along with your mate While Cooking Tasty Meals

“while we didn’t eat it, it ended up being a fun knowledge that we nevertheless chuckle about nowadays,” she informed united states.

Discovering victory by Self-Publishing an Award-Winning Cookbook

“It really is part cookbook and part manual with ideas to help young ones boost money for themselves or even assist others to âgive life a squeeze’ and come up with things happen,” she stated.

Usually Experimenting With unique preparing skill & Techniques

She is nonetheless a very active member of the cooking area, both on the internet and off. She looks in cooking sections on tv and even judges cooking competitions occasionally.

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he13na · 2 months ago

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well this bitch right here (idgaf, im not afraid to out her). my "friend" for years but she gets manipulative and wild when she doesn't get what she wants and she's just panini pressed about a character i wrote 2 years ago because hers didn't get to fuck mine. too damn bad. she's entitled and the one time i did agree to make one of my new obs bisexual for one of hers, she had a meltdown because I wanted to take a break and focus on my other ocs too and her shitty attitude made me not wanna do that anymore. but that's the tea ☕️ look how she verbally abuses, attacks and puts words in my mouth then turns around and calls me abusive, pulls the "I'm not responding until YOU calm down". the fuck kind of narcissist language is that.

my latest response

is there a rp space that's inclusive of female characters even if they don't identify as queer? i've been told that tumblr doesn't appreciate my straight female characters (who AREN'T looking for a ship or "chasing the d") because it makes me look homophobic. since when is character creation activism? so my female characters aren't lesbians. who fucking cares? my writing content isn't harmful, it isn't "othering" anyone or promoting harmful stereotypes and isn't hurting the gays just because they don't want the v. can't female characters just exist and bring interesting personalities and backstories to the table without being shunned because someone's not getting the ship they want? since when does having queer OCs determine whether or not someone is an ally?

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stylistiquements · 3 years ago

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Day 1 : Soap Bubbles.

𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}

𐐪𐑂 Summary : You're being introduce to the internet in a peculiar way, it's up to you to decide what you're going to do with it.

𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.4k | W: written part underneath

𐐪𐑂 Warning : very few swears

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The coffee that sinks inside your stomach brings out a grimace and a click of your tongue where the taste stains; too bitter, too acidic but you’ll drink it anyway and to the last drop; there is something about the idea of spending time with three best friends that is so made of spring and honey that you wish to miss none of it.

“Someone is lurking,” George contemplates out loud, and the call goes silent for a second as if to look for the intruder. And it would so easy to flinch, to hit the back pedal, because you almost feel like one being exposed front stage like that. But today- today is not that day.

It's not that you don't want to join the discussion, it's that it takes a second to warm up, to absorb the energy and become one with it.

And sometimes, all it takes is Sapnap to exclaim, “Panini head, my beloved!” for your smile synchronizes with his chuckles. Somehow, once noticed by the right person, life flows back naturally.

George and Dream greets you in trailing unison, like two kids forced to greet their unwelcomed aunt on a sunday afternoon.

“H-hey troublemakers,” you finally say. Your voice is still quiet, not reluctant, but rather uncertain. It doesn't bother anyone.

“I’m beating Dream’s ass at chess and he’s bitter,” Sap explains, and you silently nod, as if they were able to see you.

A long silence follows along, rythmed by clicks of mouses and keyboards and it falls in your ears like high droplets. It's comfortable. It's intimate, shared with friends only.

"We haven't heard from you in a while," Dream says. "I mean ... before the clout fiasco."

You wouldn't exactly call it a fiasco, even though you don't really like the idea of being perceived a little too closely from the eyes of twitter.com, but you do agree anyway, "I've been caught up on college essays lately."

"That sucks," George probably adds.

“Good thing you’re here, then,” Dream notes, simple as a breath. “This is a worry-free zone.”

It hovers for a second, carried by George’s approval hum.

You squint suspiciously, detective mode, at the profile pictures that light on and off before your eyes, “Thanks, dream.”

He scoffs a “sure” and you’re not sure why you sense a bit of irony stuck on the back of his teeth. You're so tempted to call him out, but you don't. Instead, you write a mental note of this odd moment.

“It’s because I told him about your three brothers and now he’s scared they’re gonna find him and kick his ass,” Sap explains as if he just read your mind.

Sometimes, there’s this thing in the air, though you’re miles away. Something like a connection. There’s this thing when you don’t need to talk for Sap to understand. Sharing one brain cell, you dismiss ironically. Probably coincidences and predictability, but it always sounds a little special, a little like something you’d wish to be out of this world, like morning dew and fairy circles. And it makes you feel safe, at home, just like snuggling up in the sheets during a stormy night. Your smile washes up the sleeve of your hoodie, covered palm carefully hiding your chuckles.

“Three older brothers,” George muses, and there’s no telling if it’s something meant for you to hear. “That’s kinda scary.”

“You better be scared, one of them is probably your FBI agent,” you tease mindlessly, though there's nothing scary about those three grown men.

“I’m British, Bunny,” he points out. Whether the exasperation in his tone is fake or genuine, that, you can’t tell, but you play it cool, grin carved so deep it almost hurts. Dream’s wheezes rise and fall in the background.

“Say that to his face then,” you outbid smirkingly after a second of silence, heels growing into the carpet to make your chair spin slowly left and right, so breezily.

“I’d praise you for the rest of my life if you-Oooooooh your ass is wacked. Your ass is so wacked, dude. You fucked up so bad,” Sapnap chokes out between strings of giggles.

“Oh no, my streamer is losing his game?” You theatrically pout. “My streamer Dreamwastaken, have you met him? Guess you don’t need any of my brothers to kick your ass.”

“Okay yeah- no- it’s not my fault if your- they’re distracting me, okay?” Dream defends.

Slowly, the energy lowers again and the call remembers peace as Dream admits defeat.

“I’m not playing against you anymore,” he mumbles through greeted teeth, your hoodie shelters a muffled giggle. “Let’s talk about y/n’s twitter fame instead.”

“Let’s just not-” you mutter, both because seeing Dream lose at something is a miracle that has to be witnessed once and because you’re somewhat reluctant. “Let’s just not talk about that.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I had no idea it would draw this much attention to you,” Sap admits.

“Well, you talk about her all the time it was only a matter of time before twitter finds out,” George taunts and you secretly smile, listening to the way your best friend tries to defend himself, mind flooded with the last memories you have of when you were able to see those chuckles for real.

“Yeah, Quackity already told me you guys talk behind my back,” you fakely muse. “That’s totally fine, I don’t wanna know what you guys are talking about at all.” It’s a lie, obviously, the idea creeps upon your mind with assumptions you can’t quite get a grip of nor let go.

“You and Quackity talk?’ Sapnap asks, hint of surprise, and you hum.

“Or rather, he talks to me. He keeps calling-.” Shit. The forsaken word traps itself into your mouth. It’s too silly anyway.

“Come on, just say it,” Dream pushes as if he knew too much, more than you even do, and your cheeks flush mindlessly. You don’t notice.

“Dream, quit it!” You demand.

“Quit what?”

“You talk as if you knew more than anyone did.”

“Maybe I just do,” he coos, so dream-like.

Oblivious or careless, Sapnap asks, “Is Quackity bothering you or something?”

“He-" you begin but stop to look for the right way to put it, "He triggers my flight or fight response.”

"I mean, duh," Sapnap probably rolls his eyes.

"But I like him. He's funny."

After a second of silence, George says, “Well that was unexpected.”

“Not so much, I think we’re both chaotic neutral people.”

“What is that neutral chaotic thing anyway?” Dream is confused.

Roll up your sleeve girl boss because now is your time to shine! You offer your best dream smp alignment chart to the classroom. They're speechless, but they listen carefully.

"Then you're more chaotic good than neutral. You're too sweet anyway," Sap says.

"I'd even say lawful good," George debates.

"That's because you haven't seen Bunny during her crazy cat hour."

"True," you note.

"She'll go absolutely batshit."

“What?" George burst between confusion and surprise. "We've never seen you like that."

"A lady never reveal her secrets," you retort. No one answer.

It leaves a second for your mind to enjoy peace. For your eyes to lay on c!tubbo on lawful good and think true, then on c!dream on chaotic evil and think also very true. You huff and it's like a wave; as sarcasm leaves your breath, an idea comes in.

"Sap, check your DMs," you request.

Surrounded by the evening lull, Sapnap’s laugh pops like soap bubbles, "God, you’re so stupid. Why can't you just marry me?"

“So, is it Sapnap approved?” You chuckle lightly to prevent Sapnap’s morning fresh laugh to fill your chest and leak everywhere.

“Just press ‘send tweet’ please,” he confirms with leftovers of a smile in his voice.

"George, get me out of here. They're doing it again," Dream whines.

"Doing what?" He asks, unbothered.

"Act like they're alone in the convo. Just get a room." And you don't get to stand up for yourself that you and your best friend are actually sent to another room.

"Well this one is chaotic evil confirmed," you mumble as you roll your eyes but the vibes are much peaceful, much more comfortable in here. "So ... hi."

"Hi," he chuckles in return.

Maybe that's for the best; a moment that needs to stay a little timeless, secretive and special. It hasn't happened in so long, you don't even remember the last time it did.

"I'm glad you're here. I miss you, you know?" He says, and it's hard to not feel so bittersweet about it. It's hard when longing involves a craved touch, a real smile and an eye contact. Your shoulder sinks in the chair a little harder.

"I miss you too. I'll be here soon," you promise. And soon couldn't come any sooner.

But the conversation, soft and free, will wash up any worries, as always, and you'll end up talking about everything and nothing, about streams and planned videos and college and god knows what. As long as it makes the two of you happy and smiling. Just like the old days, you'll both think and it's fair to say until the evening turns into night and night turns into fatigue.

"Are you sure you're okay about that clout?" He asks once again. "I know you don't like being exposed like that."

"Yeah, yeah don't worry too much about it. I'll try to make good use of it."

"I'm sure you will," he murmurs, but oh boy did he not know what was about to come until you two meet.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・　　 .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・

Taglist : @open-minded-chip-101 ; @itsoakaa ; @gaysludge

A/N : so first of all it has come to my attention that 129 days from now on is actually my birthday so that's a weird coincidence lol. Hi how are you guys?? welcome to the first part I hope you liked it. I'm fairly new to the mcyt community and that's the first time I write for them, so bear with me. Feedbacks are always appreciated. Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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