#i was playing minecraft when it dropped and i checked my phone and saw the notification vdujsishsj

[snepdragon]

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO

[f1lncer5]

「 Long Distance? — D.S.^^‧₊ ˚ 」

. oneshot!! (this one is low key long asf sorry 😭)

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11:09 PM

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Angel always despised when David was on call for a job across town. Even if it was an hour or two away, they always felt so deprived of their man’s love. They’d try their hardest to not call him or text him during the days he had to work, but they just couldn’t help it. Angel sighed, sinking deeper into the couch cushions as the sounds of the television droned on in the background. Their mind wasn’t on the YouTuber playing their all time favorite game, not really. It was truly just white noise, something to fill the empty space where David should have been talking.

David has promised to call once the job was done. They knew he woulnd’t break that promise, but it didn’t stop the gnawing anxiety from creeping into Angel’s mind. What if something had gone wrong? What if he was hurt and there was no way they could find out because Milo and Ash were probably trying to save themselves and —

Minecraft soundtrack ringtone

Oh!

Angel fumbled to grab the phone next to them, nearly dropping the device in their rush to answer. Once they saw ‘Big bad wolf’ on their screen, they cheesed like an idiot.

“Angel,” came David’s deep, familiar voice, and just like that, their body relaxed. The tension in their shoulders melted away at the sound of him.

“Took you long enough,” they complained, leaning down to lay on their back as they held the phone up to their ear, though there was no real annoyance in their tone.

David huffed out a quiet laugh. “Job ran a little longer than expected. You doing alright?”

Angel sighed dramatically. “No. I’m suffering. I don’t have anything to keep me incredibly warm.” Their tone was all jokes, but they had real tears in their eyes as they spoke.

Another chuckle, this time accompanied by the faint yet familiar sound of Asher and Milo bickering in the background. “Sounds like you’re real heart broken about it.” He teased

A shaky breath slipped past their lips before they could stop it, and the tears that they held so stubbornly weld up faster than they could blink them away. Angel clenched their jaw, willing themselves to get it together, but it was no use. They sniffled accidentally, wiping their nose out of annoyance. They hated crying, even when he wasn’t there to comfort them.

David paused. The teasing edge in his tone disappeared instantly as he took a breath in. “Angel?” His tone was softer now and laced with much concern.

Angel swallowed hard and tried to play it off, but the lump in their throat wouldn’t let them. “I—“ their voice cracked, forcing them to let out a frustrated groan. Why were they such a pathetic sap?

“Baby,” david murmured.

Angel cut him off. “I’m fine. I just...” They paused, not hearing a response from him. It seemed as if they made him emotional too. Jeez, this was stupid. Angel clutched the phone in their fingers, letting another tear slip down their cheek as they stared at the ceiling while continuing to speak. “I hate when you’re gone this long.” Their voice was barely above a whisper. “I know it’s dumb. And I know you’re fine, but—“ they sucked in a breath. “I just miss you. So much.”

David was quiet for a moment. He swallowed hard and sighed. “I know..I know it’s hard for you. And it’s not dumb.”

Angel let out a small, broken laugh. “Kinda feels stupid.”

“It’s not,” he said firmly.

“You don’t think it’s annoying..?”

David sighed, the kind he only did when he was trying to keep his emotions in check. “Angel, no.” His voice was a little rougher now, but with something more than frustration. It made his lover’s stomach flip. “You know how many times I’ve checked my phone just hoping you’d text me first?”

Angel blinked. “You..wanted me to?”

“Of course I did,” he admitted. He then explained how he didn’t text Angel because he assumed they were probably just trying to keep themselves busy instead of violently missing him.

Angel curled into the couch, pulling the blanket that was knitted by David’s grandfather over their legs. They were a little cold. As the call went on, they talked about nothing and everything at the same time. How the job went, how the food was over there, and what Angel had been doing to pass the last few days. Angel’s voice was a little groggy, and David seemed to notice it. “You sound tired.” He pointed out.

Angel let out a small, tired hum of agreement. “Don’t wanna hang up.” After a few more minutes of comfortable silence, Angel spoke again. “Can you—can you talk to me until I fall asleep?..”

David’s answer was almost immediate. “Of course.”

A wave of relief washed over them and they let their eyes slip shut, snuggling a little into the blankets that surrounded her. David kept talking, voice low and steady, rambling about his day—how the job went in full detail. The shifty food that their clients had made for them, although he was greatful it whatever. David suddenly paused as he heard Angel’s breathing steady and rhythmic. He sighed, a smirk appearing on his lips. He listened to Angel snore before he spoke softly.

“I love you, Angel.” He murmured.

(I need him so bad it’s not even funny)

[passionproject1]

We were 12. The coolest boy in my school just couldn’t stop talking about the newest coolest game he was playing online. He sat in the back of the lime coloured room, surrounded by the remaining class B boys, the beta boys, his gang, his little followers, who were carefully listening to his monologue. Every few minutes he would interrupt his speech to violently whip his head to the right in order to arrange his fringe into a perfect emo/justin bieber formation. “Minecraft,” was the name of the game, I wrote it in the back of my notebook and carried it home. That night I sat on my favorite deep emerald chair researching the game further, preparing to beg my dad to buy it. I had already downloaded the free version but I wanted to make an avatar and you could only access that feature if you paid. This purchase was essential to flex on my boy classmates. Finally dad said yes and let me use his card. I immediately canceled guitar hero night with the girls, ready to explore the pixelated expanse of Minecraft.

My new name was Yumomo, a random japanese sounding name I thought of. My outfit was green and pink with a frog hat, a skin I stole from some minecraft website because I thought it was cute. I jumped into my solo world but quickly found it too isolating, so I checked the list of best polish Minecraft servers. The one I chose was RPG themed and as I later found out was made up entirely of male players. In 2011, Minecraft hadn’t broken into the gamer girl realm yet, hardly into the youtube gamer realm either. Back then it was only played by indie game nerds and basement dwellers, not 12 year old polish girls. So for the moment I was the queen of my server and officially (PAUSE) “not like other girls.” I remember that first day when they all saw my skin, girly and pink, and wrote “are you actually a girl” into the chat. To prove it I had to join a group call on team speak 3, some proto discord gamer tool. Before I logged on, I practiced what I would say using a voice recorder on my dads phone. I tested different variations of the name introduction, different “Hello’s,” “i am’s”, and “my name is,” to come up with the cute maxxed ideal version of the internet girl they were about to meet. I nervously turned on the app, shouted at my younger sister to shut up and just as I was about to say the magic girl code into the hormonal ears of boy teens I heard one of boys say “hey, maybe next time mute your speaker before you shout at your sister.” My heart dropped, I shut the laptop and sat in silence. (pause for impact) My eyes started to water. I wasn't a cool girl in real life and now I couldn't even be a cool girl online. It was doomed from the start, over before it even started. The brutal reality of the boy world came crashing down on me all because I didn't know how to use speak3. Little did I know this lack of speak3 proficiency made me meet my first boyfriend.

His real name was Antoni, I don’t remember his minecraft name. After my pulse had cooled down and I turned my laptop back on, a private chat request from him appeared on the side of the teamspeak3 app. He typed “siemasz” which is a word for hi in polish that literally no one uses in Poland. He also wrote something along the lines of “Don’t worry, sorry for them laughing, I was stressed before I talked online for the first time too” and that comforted me. He wasn’t like one of the bad, annoying smelly boys, the “girls are too dumb to understand the computer” and “girls are too emotional we shouldn’t play with them” preacher preteens, he wasn’t the intimidatingly-different-than-the -girls type of boy that I was in contact with at school. He acted like you want them (boys) to act, he had the qualities of an anime protagonist, he saved me from further teamspeak ridicule and he spared me from feeling like an idiot on my own. He invited me to play on his and his brothers private server first just to ease me gently into the whole situation. I accepted and spent the entire night playing just with him. And when he called, on Skype instead of teamspeak3, I answered with my camera turned off but my mic on, and we chatted. We ended up chatting like that, with both of our cameras off, playing on minecraft servers with countless other people - and sometimes just on our own - for almost a year. He slipped into my routine and broke my boy interaction shyness. Every day I was looking forward to our evenings of playing minecraft, and every time I was too busy to talk to him i would feel sad.

The Day before Christmas I was at the airport about to fly to England when my Yellow samsung corby received a message from him. It was a confession of his love to me, long and sincere, “I don’t care that I have never seen your face, I like speaking to you, I like spending my time with you and I would like to meet you.” He also mentioned that we should exchange pictures. I had butterflies in my stomach reading the sentences. For hours on the plane I kept rereading the text and trying to imagine what he looks like. I tried to vibe-match looks in my mind to his smooth, low but still youthful and boyish voice. I pictured him towering over me, with a swooping side fringe and a cool Cropp hoodie. I thought about us kissing for the first time, my girlfriends being jealous, my dog excited at the sight of him during one of his monthly visits. As soon as I got to my mums house I went on to try to vibe-match my looks to my sweet voice I was using to seduce him for the past year. Did I really suit my own vibe? There was a lot to perfect in my looks and I didn’t feel confident that I could fully embody the girl he must have been imagining. I pulled up the video of my idol venus angelic and with the limited makeup my mum owned I tried to recreate her vibe. Big anime eyes, intense blush, gradient lips. I put on my blue denim hair bow and took a selfie on photo booth. I covered one side of my face with my hand. I felt myself. The following evening whilst we were chatting with our cameras off and our mics on we sent each other the pictures. Surprisingly he looked similar to what i had imagined for him: golden retriver as a boy, slightly wavy gold hair with a little side fringe, awkward cute smile,acne, skinny and tall-presenting. According to him I looked how he imagined too, cute and girly. The next stop of video talking hadn’t been suggested by either of us. We were just happy to continue chatting with a vague image of ourselves in our heads, because it didn’t really matter what we looked like. Our relationship was online so it was functioning according to online gaming friends rules. As long as the arrangement remained online, we didn’t need anything more.

At least I didn’t for now.

One spring day Antoni asked me if I was planning to go to Pyrcon, a massive anime convention that is organised in his city, only 2 hours away from where i lived. I said I would probably be there. The truth was I knew I would definitely be there, in fact me and my friend had been planning our outfits for months. For some reason giving a definite answer, knowing the question that would follow felt too overwhelming. He asked, all excited, if I wanted to meet up in real life and I said yes with equal excitement. In reality, something told me that I didn’t want to meet him. Not because I was worried that he wasn’t real, that he was a catfish, but because I was worried that I’d be too real for him, with my chubby face, little stumpy legs, feet dressed in two different shoes. I was scared of holding his real hand and kissing his mouth, the inevitable teenage intimacy that seems so sweet in theory but ends up awkward in practice. I was happy for us to continue our love in the virtual world we created.

I couldn’t sleep the night prior to the convention. This day was about to change the trajectory of my life and the future felt more dreadful than exciting, though my friends kept trying to ease my stresses. I didn’t want to ruin the excitement for him, so the whole journey to the con I played along, at times experiencing waves of real excitement, followed by the gut wrenching anticipation of failure and disappointment. I was dressed in my frog outfit and did my makeup as well as i could. My emergency nicholas cage mas, a sign that I was a fan of the webcomic Homestuck, was poking out of my NANA tote bag. For some reason, just having the mask in my bag was an anti-anxiety shield. At previous conventions, I would wear it when the pressure of being surrounded by so many people felt like too much and I was too young to numb the angst with drugs and alcohol.

We arrived at the convention. The nasty stress feeling had been growing increasingly throughout the day, from the moment I got out of bed to the second I set foot in the con. It was by my side wherever I went, causing my eyes to scan every corner in the search for him and his brother. I had to be prepared at all times to pull out the mask, in case he came too close and recognised me. I was undercover in his kingdom. A surprise meeting was not likely, considering the 5000 people in attendance, but regardless I couldn’t allow it to be an option. Our real meeting was meant to take place at some anime panel, later in the day. Minutes before the meeting, I left my friends, who were convinced that the guy was really some old pedophile, but I let them follow me from afar just in case for their piece of mind. I put on my protective mask, and headed to the room. Inside I looked around. He wasn’t there. I double checked the location, the time, different corners of the room, but the corner where he was supposed to stand was occupied only by gross nerd guys. The smelly long hair ones. My panic was mixed with some sense of relief. This is it, he’s one of them, and if he is one of them I can just pretend that I left because I wasn’t feeling well and just go back to us, playing online. Maybe at some point I’d be mature enough to accept his physical self, and take the next step, come to terms with his ugly materiality, maybe by the time we met, by the time I was ready to squash my anxiety he would have had a glow up. Maybe not crossing that boundary now was a win-win.

Just before the start, in the colorful crowd of cosplayers, e-girls, cat ears, katanas, big titty anime girl pillows stuffing itself into the room, I saw him. His fleshy youthful face was looking better than the picture, put together into a concerned focused look aimed to find me. I watched him from a distance, looking for me, dialing my number and impatiently waiting to hear back, as I was holding onto my vibrating phone inside my pocket. I saw him sitting down, disappointed and confused, saw him checking his phone every few minutes, then his older brother coming in, comforting him, possibly telling him either that girls suck or that maybe something happened to me, depending on his prior experience with women. All that time I stood in the back, wanting to text him “don’t worry *hugs*” and “i love you *kisses*” but my body wouldn’t move, I was paralysed. My mind kept telling me “what’s the worst that could happen” before filling my head with all of the worst scenarios. I imagined:

-The smell of awkwardness in the air

-inability to make a conversation

-him not finding me attractive in real life and abandoning me, the virtual me, the me he loved or

-him liking me, wanting to make real moves, have real meetings instead of the safe, controlled, virtual, the ones i was comfortable with

It all felt like too much. And despite being a few meters away, and seeing his despair, I looked at him one last time and went back to my friends. It took me a while to come up with an excuse and text him back, but there was no excuse for what I did. The truth was sad and hard to understand. If none of my friends understood why I did this then why would he? So I lied, said that I wasn’t feeling well and that I had to leave, which felt like the most believable excuse but perhaps not believable enough for him not to question it himself. Our relationship was broken, and we stopped calling, then we stopped texting. Minecraft got boring. When I first installed Skype, I accidentally allowed it to automatically open every time I turned on my computer. When me and antoni were in love, I never had a reason to change the setting, but now I would force quit it every time I turned my old macbook on. I abandoned the block lands and moved my virtual self onto the more entertaining World of Warcraft.

Sometimes I wish I was able to say sorry.

[keratoconusgroup]

Got my Accelerated EPI ON C3R (Diagnosis Story/experience)

Hey guys I am new to this Group Till I was 16 year of age I used to rough my eyes Little bit and also my eyes are sensitive,I think that people with big eyes have this problem 🫣. 2021; When I completed my 10th standard got my first Smartphone used to play games like PUBG, Minecraft,etc (10hr/day) for 3 months then got symptoms of double vision in my right eyes and visited a opthalmologist (my biggest mistake) i explained him all symptoms he gave me eye drop and said it is because of dry eyes so don't use phone it will settle down then after few weeks I noticed slight change in my night vision of both eyes initially only my right eyes was affected by double vision (Ghosting image). Again visited that Dr.( Scammer ) He said it will resolve and was not even doing any test just do test on auto refractor and was not even doing keratometry. After few months my school started in dec. And then I thought it will resolve as he was saying it is because of dry eyes and yes my eyes are very dry and also found on internet that dry eyes also cause ghosting image. 2022; Ghosting image was still there and more defocus in night and was very busy with my studies so didn't bothered to visit a Dr. 2023; Symptoms increased but not that much as I was still managing to read 6/6. 2024; I managed to get some time in Feb and got appointment with the same Dr. 🤡 Then again explained my all symptoms and this time he did keratometry and found mild changes in my keratometry values and said there is mild keratoconus but it is very less we will see it later ��. He was saying he will look after this at later stage.😭 Then got to know about a good dr., she is only cornea specialist in my State (J&K).Got my Pantacam test Done from her and got my C3R done after few days (22/03/2024). After 1 week my vision is at same level but there is slight change like just Little triple vision like more distorted (is it normal) my dr. Said it will settle down after 2 weeks, and also dr. Is very experienced with keratoconus patients like I saw 3 more patients there they were just 14-¹5 year old. My procedure: EPI ON C3R (ACCELERATED) dr. Told me she do both epi on and epi off both are effective it just difference in recovery,pain and money. As I remember and what dr. Told me about procedure :- There was less De-epithelialization Compared to EPI OFF 10 to 15 min of riboflavin drops Then 3 to 5 min of UV rays Then a contact lens bandage Which was removed after 4 days Before removing I was not able to see even 6/60 then dr. Told why you are not able to read then she checked my eyes again and found nothing unusual and removed contact lens after that I was able to see 6/9 but it was very distorted. Now I have follow up after 1 week I hope it stop my progression as it destroyed my dream to Join Defence Forces 😞. So ignore my grammar 🙂, And plz suggest me something which can help me more like about my vision how to improve or was it good to get Epi on Accelerated procedure as I also consulted many dr. Online they said both are good My Thickness R-514 L-520 submitted by /u/AkashChib [link] [comments] https://www.reddit.com/r/Keratoconus/comments/1bqilgc/got_my_accelerated_epi_on_c3r_diagnosis/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[ventihonklightice]

Clingy || Wilbur Soot

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Y/N had been lounging around the flat all day as her boyfriend filmed videos with his fellow Minecraft friends. Wilbur had currently been recording with Tommy and Quackity, another one of their wild Minecraft mod videos. She knew her love was busy and had his responsibilities with his own videos alongside the ones made with his friends, but she had been scrolling through Twitter and saw that he had just gotten verified. There was no way he knew about the news as he had been busy all day doing his job.

A smile grew on her face as she rushed to his bedroom door to share the great news, however she paused as she heard the nature of his current discussion with his friends.

“- but she’s been good. We’ve been really good,” Y/N smiled at his words, seemingly knowing it was about her. That smile quickly disappeared at the words her boyfriend was about to spew. “Just, she’s been kind of needy and clingy or something,” Wilbur shook his head not fully understanding his own words, looking at the wall behind his monitor too lost in his thoughts. He couldn’t quite understand his own thoughts half of the time, especially today as all he has done was played Minecraft. Slowly, the hate he has been receiving has been catching up to him, forcing him into this pit he’d never thought he’d be in which added to the stress that fueled his words. “Like she thinks she always has to be with me. Right now even, she’s at the flat.” Wilbur ran his fingers through his messy brown hair as he proceeded to explain his relationship. “I love her, I do, but I can’t even be with her right now so I don’t understand why she has to be here,” he confessed, mind clouded with tiredness masked by the wine he downed in an attempt to calm his nerves.

Y/N furrowed her brows leaning forward to listen further. “Well, she loves you, so what do you expect her to do? Not want to be with you?” She heard an American accent, likely belonging to Quackity.

“I-I don’t know. It’s just- I’m not used to this. It’s been a while since I’ve seriously been with a girl like this before. I just need space, but she wants to be around me constantly. It’s annoying.” The anger, the annoyance, and the frustration were all evident in his voice, making Y/N second guess a lot of her choices the past few days. She looked down at her hands, the mustard sleeves reaching past her palms belonging to the man behind the door she leaned on.

She closed her eyes in an attempt to push back her tears before she walked away, not being able to listen to him any further. Her eyes began to water more and more as bothering him was the very last thing she had ever wished to do. She sat on the couch before pulling the jumper off of her body, folding it neatly in her hands before pulling on her shoes.

Fanning her face quickly to reduce any possible puffiness or redness, Y/N timidly knocked on the door to Wilbur’s room. “Hold on guys,” he spoke to his friends, muting himself on discord. “Yeah?” She heard his deep voice call from the other side, taking it as her cue to push the door open. His hair fluffed about as he turned to face her. “Hey what’s up?” He asked with a soft smile.

“I uh think I’m gonna head home, got an early shift tomorrow and all,” she spoke softly while avoiding his gaze. Y/N wasn’t one to lie so she felt guilty for doing so but she didn’t know what else to do.

He furrowed his brows, confused at her words. She almost always stays the night, especially when she works early because he lives closer to her job.

“You sure? You’re more than welcome to stay the night. Y-You always do,” he muttered with slight concern in his words as he took his headset off.

She shook her head lightly, “nah it’s alright. Gotta water the plants,“ Y/N fiddled with the door handle as her other hand traced the sweater, knowing full well she doesn’t have any plants.

“Alright, I’ll walk you out,” he stood up, adjusting the chair in order to do so. Y/N reached out to him, his jumper resting in her hand, “where’d you like me to put this?”

He stood up, increasingly getting confused at her actions because he knew that she loved wearing his clothes and stealing them any chance she got. “I-I’ll um, just toss it on the bed,” he pointed to the made bed, slipping on his shoes to walk her out.

She felt his form loom over her as he walked with her out of the flat and to her car. They walked in silence, uncharacteristically. Wilburs’s hands were stuffed in the pockets of his pants lost in his thoughts as he heard her car alarm He walked to the driver’s side, lost in his thoughts while he opened the door for her.

She approached the door, getting ready to sit in the driver’s seat before turning to Wilbur to bid goodbye. He leaned down to kiss her, standard for all of their farewells, but she turned her head at the last second, his lips crashing onto her cheek. His heart dropped at the odd situation he was placed in, wondering why this was happening.

“I-I’ll see you later,” she smiled softly before sitting down and preparing to drive.

He could let her go like this. He had to know if things were good, okay even. Before he shut the door, he leaned down a bit to get closer to her. “Is everything okay? You seem a bit off, darling.”

“Y-yeah I’m just really tired,” she chuckled humorlessly, placing a hand on her forehead. “Sorry, it’s just been a weird day.”

“If you’re that tired you could stay here,” his voice practically pleaded, assuring her once more that she always had a place there.

“I-I’ll be fine, I promise.” Her words were soft along with her eyes, but she just wanted to give him what he desired; space.

“You sure?” He asked once more, extremely concerned, but what answer was he really expecting? Y/N nodded her head, “positive.”

“Alright, text me when you get home,” he leaned back, preparing to shut the door for her. She nodded her head, pushing her keys into the ignition. “I love you,” he spoke sincerely, bending down so that she’d be able to see him better once more. There was an emotion in YN’s eyes that he couldn’t recognize, but the smile on her face was sad. “I-you too, I’ll see you later,” she fiddled with her keys before meeting his gaze.

His heart shattered at the words. You too? What the hell is that suppose to mean?

He gave a tight smile before shutting the door for her. You too, the words echoed in his mind as he began walking back to the front door, pausing his steps on the pavement to watch her pull out of the driveway. He sighed before turning back to his path home. Upon returning, the place felt dimmer without her presence and he quickly took note of that.

Letting out a huge sigh, he plopped down at his desk, unmuting himself on Discord. “Sorry bout that, I’m back. J-Just walking Y/N out,” he spoke, taking the only opportunity his friends quieted down to speak.

“Wilbur!” Tommy yelled as the rest of the VC, which now had Niki, Jack and Fundy, errupted in chaos. “W-What? What the fuck happened?”

“Dude you got verified on Twitter,” Quackity shouted. His eyes went wide, opening the light blue app to see if it was true. Sure enough, a small check mark emphasized his name. He beamed at the sight of it, rushing to make a tweet about how grateful he was.

He went back to his feed, noticing that Y/N had made a tweet about ten or so minutes prior.

y/n✨| @yourusername

so proud of my favorite boy getting verified <3 love you @WilburSoot !!

His heart clenched at the tweet, being drawn back to the events that occurred moments beforehand. He liked and retweeted it, watching his fans swoon at the couple’s interaction without knowing what was happening behind closed doors, before getting back to his friends being completely distracted by thoughts on the girl he loves.

~~~

Y/N never texted him to tell him that she was home. She woke up late that morning seeing a few texts from him about twitter, how his stream went and so on.

As she looked at the time on her phone, realizing the lie she told him about working early and chose not to answer quite yet.

She spent the rest of her day around the house, cleaning, cooking or watching TV. She wasn’t in any mood to go on social media, not wanting to interact with Wilbur quite yet. Y/N sighed thinking about yesterday, thinking that it would be a better idea to just give him some space.

And so she did, for several days before Wilbur’s worry consumed him.

He sat on Discord with his friends, days after his last interaction with his girlfriend. “It’s just weird because she’s never like this. She always calls or texts me whenever she gets the chance regardless of whether or not I ask,” he expressed to his friends as they were fucking around on their own Minecraft world. He wasn’t even paying attention to what he was doing in the game, just aimlessly pressing buttons and moving his mouse as he thought of Y/N.

Tommy chuckled shortly, “now look whos being needy.”

“Shut up Tommy,” Wilbur explained, running a hand across his chin, fingertips gracing his incredibly overgrown stubble. “Look I’m just saying,” the blond furthered, “there’s no need for you to say she’s clingy or whatever when your freaking out over a text! Like you saw her less than what, two, three ago?”

Wilbur shook his head, fuming now, “Oh my god, shut the fuck up Tommy! How would you, a literal child, know anything about what’s going on? You’ve barely hit puberty!” His outburst caused his friends to quiet down, them not being used to anger being directed in such a way.

“Wilbur,” Tommy started once again, becoming more serious, “I know you. You worrying over a few short days almost disproves everything you said the other day. I think you don’t know how to handle affection well, not that she’s clingy or whatever.” Hearing Tommy acting serious and not childish for this one second made something snap within Wilbur, knowing that the child was right.

He sighed, “I-I’m sorry for snapping at you. Everything is happening at once in my life right now and Y/N not talking to me has me worried. This isn’t what’s normal between us. It’s strange.”

“But isn’t this what you wanted? She isn’t being as ‘needy’ now. You got your wish, didn’t you?” George chimed in, hoping to help even though his own experiences with relationships hasn’t always been the best.

“Yeah, and I fucking hate it, I don’t know why I even said that. I don’t mean it. I love when she’s around, I hate when she isn’t,” Wilbur went on, his thoughts focusing on the good memories he has with his girlfriend.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Dream spoke ominously, feeling as if now was the most appropriate time to speak.

“I-I’m gonna call her,” the distressed twenty year old expressed, whipping out his phone to go to her number. As the phone rang, he became more and more nervous.

“What if she got in an accident? Or someone kidnapped her or something?”He rushed before him and his friends heard “please leave a message for 3-“

“Wilbur, she’s probably fine. She probably had a long day at work or something,” Niki spoke, hoping to add a small but of optimism to the situation.

“Yeah but she would’ve told me that. She would’ve called me to rant about her day, and tell me how much she wanted to see me, but she didn’t.” He leaned back in his chair, getting more and more stressed out over this.

“I-I think I’m gonna head to her flat.”

~~~

The drive was long as his anxiety slowly but surely began to increase with every green light. He pulled into her complex, parking and building up the courage to confront her.

“It’ll be fine. Things are fine,” he muttered to himself as he walked up the steps to the familiar doormat.

He knocked on the door, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. After a minute, there was no response so he knocked again with more ergency.

“Just a minute,” he heard her soft voice yell out, flooding him with relief. The voice wasn’t as warm as it typically was, only increasing his nervousness.

Before he knew it, Y/N opened the door, eyes meeting his chest before trickling to his eyes. “Wilbur? What are you doing here?”

He froze, shocked at the situation that he forced upon himself without realizing it. “I-You weren’t answering any calls or texts. I was worried,” he mumbled, immediately taking note of her puffy eyes.

“Have you been crying?” He stepped closer to her with concern lacing his voice. He reached out to hold her waist, caress her cheek, anything, but she stepped away slighted. Y/N blinked, “y-yeah, it’s just allergies.”

“You don’t have allergies like that Y/N. May I please come in?” Wilbur knew her better than that, probably even better than she knew herself. She nodded shortly opening the door wider for him to enter, looking down at her sock clad feet.

He entered the tiny flat, taking not that the once welcoming space has become littered with turmoil. The tissues by the sofa didn’t go unnoticed and neither did the pile of dishes in the sink. “What’s been going on? These past few days you’ve been acting strange,” he asked sincerely.

Y/N looked around, finding something and pretending to be busy with it. “I’ve just been busy,” she mumbled looking over the pile of mail she refused to actually look through. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, would you like some tea?” She asked, realizing her manners.

“Y/N,” he spoke defeated, “come on talk to me, please.” He practically begged as he followed her steps into the kitchen to start the kettle, even though he didn’t give her an answer.

“Everything’s fine, Wilbur,” she replied absentmindedly as she searched for her various teas. “We got chai tea, black tea, Engli-“

“Y/N, I dont fucking want tea right now I want you to talk to me,” he shouted, approaching her in the kitchen and forcing her to face him by pulling her waist gently. She gasped at the loudness of his words, not used to him yelling at her.

“Wilbur,” Y/N whispered, her hands on his chest as he looked down into her eyes. Desperation was clear in his before being mimicked in his words, “this is the longest you’ve gone without calling me Wil. Come on Y/N, please.” His voice cracked towards the end, the shakiness not leaving.

She closed her eyes tightly before she pulled herself out of his arms, turning to grab two mugs out of the cupboard, “you’re getting chai tea.”

“Love, I just want us to be okay,” he spoke passionately, pleading for things to be right.

“We are okay Wilbu- Wil,” she corrected, more so forcing the nickname to combat his complaint. As she prepared each cup, putting Wilbur’s desired amount of sugar into his cup and respectively her own.

He shook his head, not believing her words as his own eyes began to turn red, “there’s something wrong and I can tell. Please just-please Y/N.” His voice was completely broken and she knew she had to express her concerns. She paused her motions, staring at the jar of sugar she just placed onto the counter.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you,” she muttered softly, examining the mugs before her.

The man sniffed, confusion growing within him. “W-What do you mean? You could never bother me Y/N,” his voice soft, approaching her once again.

She shook her head, moving to put sugar in each cup, forgetting that she already did so, “but that’s not true. We both know that.” The water remained on the stove while copious amount of sugar occupied each cup. Wilbur gently grabbed the hand holding the spoon that shoveled the sugar into the mugs, making her stop her own actions.

“Yes it is, love.” Wilbur whispered softly as she put the spoon into the jar, coming back to reality. Y/N let out a shaky breath, facing the counter while Wilbur occupied her side, facing her.

“So why’d you tell all of your friends that I’ve been clingy and needy and overbearing and everything under the sun?” She whispered as her voice wobbled, indicating that tears would soon come falling down.

Wilbur furrowed his brows, confused at the words she expressed. He scavenged his mind, not understanding what she was stating. “What are yo-“ he cut himself off, taking his hand from hers as he remembered that conversation.

Guilt washed over his soul as he realized the greater impact of his words. She thought she had to change....for those idiotic meaningless words expressed in a fit of stress and exhaustion. He shook his head lightly, refusing to look at her, refusing to look at the damage he’s caused.

“I didn’t mean it Y/N. I just-there was a lot on my plate and I just had to complain about something. A-And you were there to complain about.” He spoke honestly, knowing that it doesn’t excuse his behavior. The sound of the kettle went off, the whistle tones attacking his ears while Y/N ignored it to focus on the conversation at hand.

“I just didn’t want to be a burden,” she muttered with a wobbling bounce that made the tall idiotic man pull her into his arms.

“No,no,no don’t ever ever think that again. You are not a burden. You never were Y/N. This is on me, I shouldn’t have said what I had said,” he muttered into her hair, repeating apologies like a mantra while kissing her hairline.

She let go, allowing her pent up feelings from the past few day flow out through tears while in the comfort of his arms, “my biggest fear is bothering people. I-I didn’t want to upset you.”

“You didn’t,” he pulled away to hold her tear stained cheeks in his hands, regret prominent in his gaze, “you have been nothing but patient with me these past few months and that is something I don’t even have the words to express, love.”

“You, Y/N L/N, are not a burden, not now, not ever,” he whispered lovingly. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’m sorry I even said it. I didn’t mean it, but fuck I shouldn’t have. Look at what I’ve done to you,” his voice wavered as he pulled away to assess the damage. “Fuck,” he shook his head as a sob escaped his lips before he could pull her into his arms again.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, holding her tight while the whistle pierced his ears. She leaned back slightly, pressing her forehead against his while closing her eyes, “I know, I know. It’s okay. I know you. I know you wouldn’t mean it.”

“I love you,” he whispered, holding her head in one of his hands. “I love you too, Wil,” she whispered back, pulling his lips onto hers, sealing their words with this actions.

As much as he loved the feeling of her soft lips on his once again, he pulled away. “Okay, okay, as much as I don’t want this to stop, that damn kettle is driving me mad,” he expressed, making Y/N chuckle before kissing him on the cheek and going to turn off the stove.

He watched fondly as she was about to pour the water into the mugs, stoping to see the plethora of sugar in each. “Oh shit,” she paused, laughing at the mess she had made. Wilbur snapped out of his gaze, examining the scene that caused her words.

He shook his head lightly, grabbing the kettle from her hands before placing it back onto the stovetop. “You,” he turned to face her, poking her cheek, “go to bed, get all comfy and put on a film. I will finish the tea and bring it to you.” His eyes got soft towards the end of his statement as he went to assess the mug situation.

“Then,” he spoke gently, grabbing her waist once again, littering her face with kisses that trailed down her neck, “I’ll spend the whole day making it up to you.”

Y/N laughed, running her fingers through his soft hair, “can’t wait.” His lips stayed pressed onto her neck, before they made their way back to her own.

[ficwriterwastakenalt]

Perfect Match

may contain:  blood, gore, mentions of death and such please be warned

Yn bit her lip as she downloaded the stupid dating app that her friends Niki and Minx had persuaded her to get. Yn rolled onto her back, messing her black sheets, and slowly started filling out the application. Next, she had to upload some photos. Yn got up, sat in front of her mirror, and took a photo while wearing an oversized hoodie with a Friday the 13th theme.

Before clicking the "Done" button at the bottom of the website page, Yn uploaded two more photos from her gallery and filled out a bio, "Hi, I'm Yn or Y/N/N, and I like to write, play minecraft and watch horror movies." Next, she swiped through matches until she found one that made her breath catch. He only had one photo uploaded, but it made Yn swipe right, and "MATCH" quickly flashed on the screen.

Yn dropped her phone and buried her face in her pillows before picking it up and blushing as she read the notification.

'Are you a minecraft witch because I'm under your spell,' made Yn smile. She kicked her feet in the air and replied, 'are you a creeper because you make my heart explode.' Three dots appeared, disappeared, returned, and then disappeared again. Yn bit her lip and frowned.

then, out of nowhere, a picture of a jawline appeared on Yn's screen. Yn texted a photo back while covering her cheeks with her sweatshirt paws after noticing a slight blush and freckles on his cheeks .

Yn started to type something when Minx and Niki threw open her bedroom door, shouting "HEY BITCH" and "Hey Yn," together. Yn sat up and flipped her phone over, saying, "Hey you two-" Minx interrupted Yn by grabbing her phone and asking, "Why did you flip your phone over?" as she turned it on and gasped.

Niki smiled and nodded as Minx gave her a quick look before she  ran to Yn's bathroom with Yn on her tail. Yn banged on the door as Minx slammed it shut and locked it,"Minx what the hell dude." Yn whines.

"Be glad, I'm getting you a date," Minx said, causing Yn to flush and turn to face Niki. "What?" Niki asked, smiling and looked down at her phone. Yn gave Niki a perplexed glance before releasing a sigh and poutingly sitting on her bed. Niki squealed and bolted from the room to hers.

Yn bit her lip as she saw Niki bring in an outfit and throw it at her while saying, "Let's get you ready." Niki took some makeup from Yn's desk as Yn remained motionless and blinked at her.

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Yn stood in front of the mirror and examined her outfit, which included a matching cropped t-shirt over a black long sleeve tucked into a green plaid skirt. (pic at bottom)  "I hardly know the guy," Yn muttered as Minx took her sweater and said, "i've talked to him you'll love him." Minx continued, "lets get you going," to which Yn interrupted, "wait you guys are taking me?" Niki nodded, "yes, he suggested that we take you just in case you're not comfortable."

Yn melted at that as her friends escorted her to a park near a restaurant where a blonde man was standing, checking his phone before putting it in his pocket and fidgeting with something in his hand. When Yn looked over him, her breath caught as she saw what he was wearing; it was a simple black vest, white long sleeve, black dress pants, and a simple green tie that almost matched Yn's outfit.

Dream raised his head and smiled as his bluish-green eyes rested on Yn. Yn bit her lip and turned to look at her friends, who were giving her thumbs up her. "He is hot, so YOU BETTER NOT SCREW THIS UP."  Minx yelled, Yn flushed and lowered her head. "I'm sorry about her," Yn said as she approached Dream. Dream laughed and extended his arm to her.

"Shall we, gorgeous?" Yn grinned up at the man and said, "We shall handsome." Dream turned away, his cheeks beginning to flush.  They crossed the street and entered the restaurant, where they took their seats. "So you're a writer, what do you write?" Dream asked Yn as he studied her. "I write murder mysteries," Yn said as she glanced down. Dream sat up as he felt his heart pounding in his chest.

Dream bit his lip and said, "So, metaphorically of course, how would you murder someone?" "An air shot between the toes will appear as a heart attack." Yn replied making Dream's breath catch in his throat "ok," he whispered. As a waitress arrived at the table, Dream and Yn quickly placed their orders while Yn watched the girl go. Dream only looking at Yn.

--- A YEAR LATER BC WHY NOT---

Yn sighed and walked over to Dream with her notebook in hand. "I'm not sure whether this will work, baby," Dream quickly reads the murder scene that Yn is writing, stands up, kisses Yn on the head, and grabs his black bag as he tells her, "I'll be right back princess."  Before settling down into her boyfriends spot and rereading her scene, Yn smiled and waved him off.

Soon after returning, with a black bag in his hand and the smell of blood filling the air, Dream noticed Yn asleep in his spot. He took out a stickey note and wrote, ‘It works, babe, keep up the good work,’ before sticking it on the page, closing the notebook, and turning to face Yn. Dream then sets down his bag and picks Yn up before carrying her to their room.

Dream slipped into their bed, curled up in Yn's arms, after he threw his coat on the chair by Yn's desk.

[neptuneofthesky]

Feral Family

Dream x reader

Next part

fluff?? (tiny bit of angst; children getting lost and stuff)

Feral boys except Dream are children

Single mother fic

"POPPING OFF!"

"FERAL BOYS 5/5!!"

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"What the honk are we even doing-"

"YOU'RE MOM!"

"We have the same mom, dumb butt."

"Guys, please..."

You sighed.

It's fine.

They are just kids.

"MOOMMMM!!!"

All of them shouted at once.

You sighed again and smiled, "Yes sweeties?"

They all started shouting at once.

Your smile didn't drop, "Stop."

Everybody shut their mouths as they saw your smile.

You tilted your head, "Now, George, you are the oldest, tell me what's the problem?"

"We all need to pee!" George exclaimed.

You raised a brow, "That's why you all are being so cranky."

Karl started bouncing a little, "Mom, I reaaaaaally have to pee!!"

You sighed as you smiled, "I have to pee too, let's go."

Alex stopped you as he shook his head, "No, no we are not going to the ladies toilet. It's embarrassing and not right."

You raised a brow, "Are you ready to go to the men's toilet by yourself? All alone?"

His eyes widened, "Uh... uhmm," He pulled Sapnap and Karl closer to him, "We'll go together!"

You playfully rolled your eyes as you turn to George, "You can handle them?"

He nodded as he turned around to face them, "Let's go guys, we can do this!"

They ran to the men's washroom as you yourself went to the ladies and did your business as quickly as you could and came back outside as you waited for them.

5 minutes.

10 minutes.

Why were they taking this much time?

You were going to go inside the washroom but an old man coming out of the door gave you a weird look.

Your cheeks got a bit red from embarrassment as you look around and stop a guy with a lime hoodie, "Excuse me, sir? Can you please check on the kids that are inside? 4 of them."

He looked at you and gave you a polite smile and nodded, "Sure."

Not even half a minute later he came out of the toilet as he looked alarmed, "Okay, don't panic, but your kids aren't inside."

Your eyes widened as panic rushed into your body, "No, no, no, no, shit, shit, shit."

You aggressively grabbed his shoulders, "Please help me look for them."

His eyes widened as he nodded, "Yes, sure, but please let me go."

You remove your hands as you pulled out your phone and showed him a photo of them, "Sorry for that. This is George, Alex, Sapnap, and Karl with a K."

He nodded as he thought for a second, "Should we go to Hamley's first? They can be there, or do they like gaming and stuff?"

You paused as you realized something and sighed, "Is there a drug store, or something like that on this floor?"

He tilted his head in confusion, "There must be-and she is running."

He followed you as you ran through the mall, trying to find the drug store.

I am such a bad mother.

I am so irresponsible.

They will hate me.

Trying to shake off the negative thoughts, you tried to find them as tears pooled in your eyes, blurring your vision.

"Excuse me, sir, that is very offending, my mom is going to kick your butt."

You wiped your eyes as the hoodie man tapped your shoulder, "Um, is that Alex?"

You turned to the direction he was pointing as your eyes widened, "Oh my god, Boys?"

Karl turned around as his eyes widened and he ran into your arms, "MOM!"

Tears of relief rushed down your cheek as he wiped them off with a pout on his face, "Don't cry, mom. I don't like it when you cry."

You let out a small sob as you looked at Sapnap who also had a pout on his face, "You guys scared me. Why did you wander away?"

Sapnap folded his hands, "Alex wanted the happy powder!"

The hoodie man got confused, "Happy powder? Wait- do you mean drugs?!"

You sighed as you looked at Alex who was being dragged by George, "Alex, what did we say about happy powder?"

Alex pouted as he folded his hands, "No happy powder tantrum anymore."

You patted his head as you pulled him in a hug, "You scared mommy. Don't ever do that again."

George huffed, "I tried to stop him, mum! But he then said he'd pee on me!"

You raised a brow as Alex looked away, "That is not very nice, Alex. And I know you didn't mean it, so, please stop threatening your brother."

Alex rolled his eyes, "Fine, but can we get some burgers?"

You smiled as you turned to the hoodie man, "First, I want to thank the person who helped me find you guys. How about I treat you burgers, wait- I just realized I didn't even introduce myself, I'm Y/n."

He smiled as he shook your hand, "I'm Clay, and no problem, although, I am a bit hungry."

George's eyes widened as he pulled your finger, "Mum, That's, that's Dream! He is wearing the Dream hoodie and he has the same name and the same voice! That's Dream!"

Your eyes widened as you looked at Clay, who was smiling sheepishly, "Please keep it down, I don't really wanna catch attention."

Alex hit George's head, "Keep it down, you idiot."

You gave him a look as he muttered an apology.

Sapnap grabbed his hand as his eyes were sparkling and whispered loudly, "We love your videos! Can we take a photo with you?"

Karl also nodded in excitement as he was too flabbergasted to say anything.

Clay smiled as he patted his head, "Yeah sure."

You tilted your head, "But, you haven't even revealed your face yet, are you sure? You can sign-"

He shook his head as he grinned, "No, it's alright. Just don't post it online or something. And if you do, just sensor my face and hair."

You nodded your head as you pulled out your phone, "You got it, boys?"

You gestured them to stand with him as you looked around for onlookers, and when you made sure there were none serious, you smiled, "Say Dream! But not too loudly."

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"So, you already know my job, what's yours?"

You smiled, "I am a producer. And a songwriter."

Alex excitedly nodded as he was munching on his burger, "Yeah, she even writes songs for kpop!"

You chuckled as you wipe his mouth with a tissue, "Yep, kpop, pop, hip hop, you name it."

"Yeah, did you know she also wrote baby shark?" Sapnap pipes up.

Clay raised a brow as you subtly shook your head, "Yep, and I was also the one who produced pigstep."

George giggled as his eyes brightened, "Yeah, with Daniel. He is such a nice person."

[Daniel Rosenfeld is the producer for all the Minecraft tracks, his stage name is C418]

You laughed and patted his head as Clay's eyes widened, "What?"

"It's nothing," You playfully shushed at your boys as they giggled.

Clay chuckled as he shook his head, "So, you guys play Minecraft right? Would you like to play with me?"

Everybody's eyes widened as they started to shout excitedly.

You winced, "Boys, calm down."

They completely ignored you as Clay looked very surprised.

You sighed as you pulled out a packet of skittles and clicked your fingers, immediately grabbing their attention as they all turned their heads to you in sync, "Anyone wants skittles? Go fetch."

You threw the skittles far away as they ran to get it.

You shrugged as Clay raised a brow, "It's literally the fastest way to calm them down because if they don't calm down as soon as possible, they go feral."

You pulled out another three packets as you whistled to catch their attention.

They return back to their seats, each of them with their packets.

You look at your watch as your eyes widened, "Karl, it's time for Steven Universe."

Karl's eyes widened, "Oh no we have to GO!"

You all got up as Clay stood up too, "Wait if you don't mind, can I have your number?"

Your eyes widened as you took his phone, "Yeah, sure, just, text me later. Bye and thank you once again!"

The kids shouted 'bye' in chorus as they all ran away, Clay smiled as he looked at your number, and saved it as, 'Y/n<3'.

[Also, there is going to be a mini part 2 ;)]

[midnightstar-90]

Fire-works and sparks

Masterlist | Taglist | Request

Eddie Diaz x Reader

Summary: The 118 answers a call at a local community college, which happens to be Eddie's niece's school.

Warnings: Protective Eddie and Soft Buck

A/N: I wrote this on the 4th of July, but i’m posting it today. I hope you guys had a nice holiday. I had a funeral, a birthday party, and a holiday all in one week, so today was a great way to end the week.

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The 118 were currently on their way to an emergency. As the group rode, they all made friendly chatter.

"Eddie, you look happy today. Did you meet a special someone? Or, let me guess, you and Chris did something together," Buck asked, causing the man next to him to roll his eyes.

"No, my 16-year-old niece got accepted into a summer program at a local college, and she asked if she could stay with me. She's been going for two weeks, and she's already coming home smarter than me," Eddie tells his crew.

"I may not know her, but I'm glad one child wants to learn this summer. On the last day of school, Denny came home and said, "Mom, you can burn this bag. Summer is now in session." Now, he sits on his tablet playing Fortnite, or Minecraft," Hen says with a chuckle.

"Well, Y/N wants to be an engineer. So, the other day, she came home with a robot she built. Christopher hasn't set it down once. I had to pry it out of his hands just so he could get a bath," Eddie laughs.

The whole team smiles and talks about their kids. At one point in the conversation, Buck said, "That is why I don't have kids."

The team was laughing but stopped when they saw Eddie's face. He was looking towards the building with smoke coming out of it. They had passed the sign that said 'University of California'.

(I don't know where in LA Eddie lives, so I just picked a LA school with an engineering program.)

"This is Y/N's school. I dropped her off this morning, before work. Bobby, step on it," Eddie demanded.

Everyone went quiet, not wanting to upset the firefighter anymore. They pulled up to the smokey building, and there were about 100 teachers and students combined, standing outside. Some had their phones out, filming the firefighters as they worked.

Eddie saw one of Y/N's friends, so he went up to her. "Alexa, have you seen Y/N," he asked the girl, worried.

She shook her head and said, "She went back in to help, but I haven't seen her."

Eddie tries to stay calm. Bobby orders Buck and Eddie to go up and help whoever needs it. They nod making their way up.

"Hey, man. I know it's your niece, but are you okay?" Buck asks his best friend. Eddie doesn't answer. They continue to walk up the stairs.

They check every room except one, and so far no one was in those rooms. They get to the 'Tech Lab' and instantly walk in. They see a computer with sparks coming out of it. The tables and computers around it are on fire.

"Eddie, I see a lump in the corner. It looks like a person," Buck informs his co-worker/best friend.

Eddie rushes over to the body. He flips the body, and he sees an unconscious Y/N. He inspects her body, seeing slight marks from burns and electrocution.

"We have a 16-year-old, female, unconscious with slight burn and electricity markings, and she has had too much smoke inhalation. She has a heart rate of 38 bpm. Please, be on stand by," Eddie says into the com.

He picks up her body, and he rushes out of the building, with Buck in tow. He rushes his niece's body to his paramedic friends. When Hen and Chimney take off, Eddie watches the vehicle leave.

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Eddie waits in the waiting room of the hospital's emergency room. He called his sister, and she said she would be there in an hour. That was the reason Y/N moved in with Eddie because her mother lived far.

While Eddie was waiting, Athena walked over to the man. "I thought you should know that the one computer with the sparks was not an accident. We're currently talking to anyone in that class, or who had access to that class.

Them dang engineering kids know how to work a camera. We have a clip of Y/N starting the fire, but IT says that a hard drive shouldn't start a fire, and a piece of the tape is missing. This is now an investigation, and the person responsible will be charged for arson and attempted murder. Just thought you should know," Athena says, walking away.

Right as Athena leaves, Kendall, Eddie's youngest but older sister walks in. "Where is my baby, Eddie?" Kendall asks her brother worriedly.

"They are just waiting for her to wake up. They have her with oxygen tubes. She was the first one near the fire, and the last one out. I just found out that someone did this on purpose," Eddie told his sister.

Kendall wrapped her arms around her brother’s back, pulling herself into his chest. She cried as hard as she could. "My baby. She's all alone, with tubes inside her. My baby is the smartest, nicest, caring girl in the world. Who would want to kill her?" Eddie doesn't respond. Eddie watches the hallway, waiting for the doctor to come out and say they can visit his niece.

"Family of Y/N Diaz." a doctor calls out.

The two siblings rush to the doctor, and he fills them in as they walk. "Your daughter may have slight scars. We won't know the effect of the electrical current until she wakes up, but I don't think it's severe," the doctor tells the two before he leaves them alone.

"I'm so sorry, Kendall. She was in my care, and I couldn't keep her safe," Eddie apologizes, as he sits on the side of his niece's hospital bed.

"Don't do that, Eddie. Don't do that thing where when something happens, you blame yourself. She was at school. How were you gonna help her?" Kendall tells her younger brother.

They choose to watch over their loved one, as she laid unconscious.

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Y/N was now awake, after a week in the hospital, and now she stood at the police station. She watched the interrogation of her best friend.

"Alexa Trembly, you have the right to an attorney before we speak." Alexa just shakes he head "no".

"I'm not gonna lie. I was jealous. I always have been. Y/N does everything right, and she's every teacher's favorite student. All I wanted to do was have the teacher see that Y/N destroyed a computer. I didn't mean to set the place on fire. I put a bug on her hard drive to make it bug out, but I guess the bug was stronger than I thought," Alexa confessed.

Y/N cried as she watched her best friend confess to trying to sabotage her. She watched as the cops handcuffed her, and took her away. She couldn't stop the tears. I almost died, because I smart. What I don't understand is, she says I'm the smartest, but she made a bug strong enough to override the circuits.

"Are you okay, honey?" Kendall asks, walking out with Y/N and Eddie.

"No. I guess the truest friends can be the worst friend," Y/N says, sadly. "Uncle Eddie?" she continued. He looked at Y/N and nodded. "Thank you for saving me. Firefighter or not, you’re still my hero, and I love you," Y/N tells her uncle while going in for a hug.

Eddie holds on to his niece tight. "Even if I wasn't your hero, I would still be there for you. You and Christopher bring light to my life every time I see you. I have enjoyed these two weeks together. Come back anytime," Eddie releases from the hug and walks away.

"Can I stay with uncle Eddie until the time I was supposed to come back?" Y/N asks her mom, giving her the sad puppy dog eyes.

Kendall allows her daughter to go with the nod of her head and a smile. Y/N's face instantly turns into a huge smile. She thanks her mother before catching up with her uncle.

"Hey, uncle Eddie? You just gonna leave without me?" Y/N says hoping into her uncle's truck. Eddie chuckles, starting the truck up, and leaving the police station.

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On the 4th of July, Eddie took Christopher and Y/N to Bobby and Athena's house. There would be grilling and fireworks. When Y/N walked in, she thought she was in heaven. Their house was beautiful, and the backyard felt magical. The whole place was surrounded by the friends and family of Eddie's co-workers.

Y/N already knew Buck from when he would watch Chris. Y/N walked over to her uncle's best friend, and she sat down.

"I haven't seen you in a while," Y/N starts up a conversation.

"Yeah, I watched Chris while you were in the hospital, so you never got to see me," Buck says, while holding a beer in his hand.

He takes a sip, and Y/N continues, "Well, I know you were one of the people who saved me, so thank you." Y/N hugs Buck.

"Your uncle did all the work. All I did was find you," Buck says.

"Well, if you ever have kids, I know you'll always be there to save them," Y/N compliments Buck.

"I want to thank you all for coming. Whether your family or friends, you will always be family to the 118. Now, in a couple of minutes were gonna start the fireworks, so if we could all make our way to the front, that would be great." Bobby announces.

Buck stands up, and he reaches his hand out for Y/N. Y/N grabs his hand, and Buck can feel the electricity scar. He rubs her scar, giving the girl comfort. They walk to the front of the house, and they start the show.

Buck and Y/N stand next to Eddie and Christopher. Eddie pulls Y/N and Chris in for a hug, and Buck continues to hold Y/N's hand.

Y/N gets closer to Eddie, and asks, "Do fireworks ever bring you back to war?"

"Sometimes, but when I'm with you and Chris, I remember that I am home with my two favorite people," he says, squeezing us tighter.

We stop talking and watch the fireworks light up the sky. All the colors that came out of the fireworks were very beautiful. All the people around me, only made it better.

Who needs friends, when you have family?

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Taglist: @mrspeacem1nusone @notanordinaryprincess95 @jjpogueprincess @wiypt-writes

[creepling]

anything could happen (irl!quackity x reader)

pairing: irl!quackity x genderneutral!reader

word count: 2,805

summary: the reader is roomates with karl jacobs, and he is beginning to be concerned about the reader. when karl invites the reader to hang out with him and his friends, the reader is hesitant. however, they end up having a very deep conversation with alex.

tw: swearing, use of alcohol (mild), some angst, ends with fluff!!

alternative link: ao3.

I sneaked into the apartment as best as I could. I knew if I made one faint sound, the living room light would switch on and a very judgemental Karl would be sitting on his fancy couch (that he spent way too much money on) shaking his head and tutting at me like a disapproving mother.

And behold, that's exactly what came next when I dropped my boots too hard onto the ground when slipping them off. Only the lamp next to the couch flicked on. Karl paying mind to the electricity bill, I suppose.

"Have a nice night? Or should I say, very early morning?" God, he sounded angry. It took a ton of pressure to make Karl angry, making him impatient was like putting pressure on hard metal. And yet, my lifestyle really rubbed Karl the wrong way.

"Damn, you really stayed up late for me?" I tried to joke off, plopping myself onto Karl's fancy couch. His tongue rolled along the inside of his cheek, his arms crossed, he couldn't even look me in the eye. Instead he just muttered, "No, I just finished streaming."

After a very awkward pause, Karl finally spoke.

"Why do you do it?"

"Do what?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"I used to think maybe you were seeing someone, y'know like just the one person. Then I caught on it's more than just one person. You go out a drive with a different person every weekend, whether that be to hook up with them or just hang out."

"And what's up with that?" I asked, a little irritated. "Geez, Karl, I know we're different when it comes to relationships. But everyone is different— why can't you respect that about me?"

"It's not—" Karl said, a little to loudly, getting annoyed. He must've felt like I wasn't listening to him. He eventually lowered his voice and continued. "It's not the acts themselves that bother me. It's that you do these things, and you're never satisfied. You still hang out with people that you don't even like— you always come back and tell me how toxic they are. And then you hook up with people and say how it wasn't enjoyable. I just want you to be happy, and seeing you do things that make you feel unsatisfied worries me."

Karl could not have explained it better, his words perfectly summed up my feelings in the past few years. Ever since I had to get back up on my feet after hard times, being able to live as a roommate with Karl; have a roof over my head. Sometimes I just put myself in uncomfortable situations because I feel like I am not good enough.

"I understand, Karl. I honestly do. But— it's all I have. I have no one else to depend on." My eyes, like Karl's moments before, could not bare to look at him.

"You have me, (Y/N). You can hang out with me and my friends." At this moment, Karl had a tint of a smile on his face and he placed his hand on my drooped shoulder.

I could not contain the scoff that left my lips. "Me and your friends are so different from each other. I barely know anything about video games or Minecraft or streaming. I've talked to your friends before and I never know what to say to them."

"There's more to us than just our jobs, (Y/N)" Karl said, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "And what the hell are you talking about! My friends think you're so cool and always ask about you! I mean, I remember you and Alex—"

"I barely know Alex! We literally shared one laugh together because I knew the meme he referenced." I said, a smile plastered on my dumb face. Maybe I was smiling because deep down, I was beginning to remember how fun Karl's friends were. To be honest, I always felt a little jealous when I would hear Karl and his friends belly laugh on a stream. These dumb-asses were literally being paid to hang out with each other. Meanwhile, I busted my ass for a minimum wage and hung out with people that never see me as a priority. Maybe one day Karl's rich Youtube friend would give me money to do some stupid challenge.

"I'm not gonna lie, out of all my friends, Alex is the one who asks about you the most. At first he would do it to tease me— making sex jokes about you and us. But when he eventually met you, he asked genuine questions about you. Like the other day, he asked me out of the blew about if you went to college or worked a job."

I definitely did not admit it to Karl, but I actually found that flattering. Yeah, maybe I thought Alex was a little too loud on Karl's streams and I would have to cover my head with a pillow to try sleep at night. However, when I met him for that short moment when Karl's friends came to the house, he was genuinely a very funny guy. I remembered we were the same age, he was Mexican and studying law. If he remembered anything about me, I have no idea.

When I couldn't hide my smile of flattery, Karl looked at me and smiled back. He got up from the couch, about to turn off the light, but stopped himself and turned back. "Hey, instead of going out with your shitty friends next weekend, you should stay here. I'm inviting some of my friends to hang out. I think it would be cool if you joined us." Karl said without hesitation, leaving his words as an open thought.

"I'll think about it." Was all I could say, which was enough to make Karl smile, then wish me a goodnight. When I got into my room and crashed onto the bed, I left the invitation in my mind to think about until the next week.

It was finally the weekend again, after a long weekday of working I sat at my desk after putting on some casual clothes. Sometimes, I just liked to get ready in case last minute plans popped up. I still had the idea of hanging out with Karl and his friends in my mind. Yet, I began to feel nervous. I do not know why, but being surrounded by new faces always made me tense. I count myself as a pretty confident person, but there was something about Karl's friends that intimidated me. Maybe it was their crude humour or 'fame' status that made me feel iffy. Either way, I sat there, looking at my wall blankly, hearing the faint noises of Karl arranging the living room for his friends arriving. As a fumbled with by sleeves and chilled out to music, my bedroom door flew open and a really happy Karl stood there.

"So? Are you joining us tonight?" He asked, anticipating a positive response.

"I don't know, Karl." I lightly groaned, the nerves still having a hold on me.

"C'mon, (Y/N). It's nothing too big. Some of the guys are having beers, which I know you enjoy." Karl winked playfully.

I barked out a laugh when I heard his words. "You always say I have an alcohol problem!"

"Exactly! Let your alcoholism be the reason you hang out with us!" Karl was trying to drag me out the room at this point.

"Piss off!" I laughed, feebly slapping Karl.

"Please . . . They really want to meet you again!" Karl dragged me into the living room. Then, a sharp knock came from the door. "Too late! They're already here!"

Admittedly, it was awkward at first. The group immediately wanted to play video games, which I guessed was going to happen. I respectively sat on the couch and watched them play as if I was just watching a movie. I smiled throughout, watching them bicker and yell at each other through competitive spirit. The energy was chaotic, but enjoyable. It was a different environment I was use to, it was more relaxed, but still had the fun aspects I chase for. For the first time in a while, I felt like I could act like myself; the chill version of me. I was not afraid of being judged or talked down to. The nerves that consumed me hours before slipped away effortlessly.

The few bottles of beer I had throughout the night had gotten to my head eventually, my heavy eyes were opening and closing as I snuggled up to the edge of the couch. I checked my phone now and then, scrolling through social media. By this point, some of the group had fallen asleep from drunkenness, or went home. The string of people left were beginning to wind down; Karl offered spare pillows and blankets for the ones who wanted to crash. From the silence I assumed everyone, even Karl himself, were drifting off to sleep. Until I heard a voice acknowledge me.

"Not going to sleep?"

It was Alex. I realized once I looked up, seeing he was exiting the kitchen with another drink, with one beer in his other hand that he was beckoning to me. I took it, mumbling a thanks, my eyes trailing towards him as he took a seat next to me.

"I'm used to staying up late at the weekends, so my body clock is all over the place." I confessed, smirking down at my beer bottle before taking a light sip.

"At least you aren't a light-weight like most of these idiots." Alex joked, looking around the room at his friends. "I suspected we would play more games, but I think people couldn't hack anymore. It's a shame though, I felt like we didn't include you too much."

It was considerate for Alex to say that, but I chuckled dismissively. "I didn't feel left out, don't worry. I enjoyed the company. I needed a chill night like this one."

Alex smiled at that, and immediately looked down when he did, but it was still contagious enough to make me smile. For a short moment I took in his appearance. He hadn't changed much from the last time I saw him. Still wore a beanie that took up 90% of his head, no matter the weather.

"I don't know if Karl mentioned but—" Alex began, suddenly becoming bashful. "I bought the beers for you, as a kind of present. I remembered you drinking them the last time we were over."

"Oh my God— Karl didn't say to me . . ." I said. "That's so thoughtful of you, thank you so much."

He really did that? Considering we were just acquaintances, I did not expect that. I had drank them throughout the next, since they were my favourite. He remembered something so miniscule about me. I then added, "You didn't have to do that."

Alex was biting the bottom half of his lip before he said, "I mean— I wanted to get you a little something. We all did— really. We always feel bad coming over here and never having the time to get to know you. This is your house just as much it is Karl's."

I scoffed after taking a swig of my drink. "It's more Karl's house than mine. He's the one that lives in it. I'm always working or out hanging out with people. The only time I'm ever here is when I'm sleeping or eating. In fact, this is the first night in I have had in months."

"What do you do then if you're barely in the house?" Alex asked.

I became a little tense. Remembering Karl's chat last week made me realise how useless my life was. Karl was right, the things I do and the people I hang out with do not benefit me in a positive way. My 'friends' haven't even texted me today to ask why I'm not hanging out with them. I truly never had anyone that cared for me. I sure haven't had anyone do something as small as buying me my favourite beers. I shook my head and muttered, "Nothing interesting . . ."

My face must have exposed my sadness, as Alex had a look of concern on his face. To ease the tension, I looked over to him and twitched a smile. However, I don't think it convinced him. God, I hate worrying people.

"I know we barely know each other yet. But— If there's something on your mind, you can always talk to me about it."

Normally I dread hearing words like that, but looking at Alex and how calm he seemed to be around me convinced me I could trust him in that moment. Before I realized, I was spilling my train of thought all over the atmosphere. I told Alex about my 'friends'; how I feel like they never give a shit about me. I confessed that I am unhappy with my life, that I feel like I am wasting my time and potential. I admitted my distain for making Karl worried about my wellbeing every time I came back to the apartment. Lastly, I affirmed that tonight was the first time I felt happy among another's company in a very long time. How I felt content, knowing no one would judge me or think I was taking up space. I thanked him again and again, knowing that his act of service was little to him, but absolutely gigantic to me.

"What you and your friends did tonight, no one has ever done to me in a long time. It was so miniscule, I know, but it's more than I have ever experienced. For once, the kindness felt genuine. Is it wrong to think like that?" My eyes looked at Alex, desperate for reassurance.

"Absolutely not, (Y/N)." Alex shook his head. "From what you have told me, you have every right to feel the way you're feeling. Not gonna lie— your friends sound like dicks."

"They are dicks!" I laughed out, wiping the loose tears from my eyes. "And I am sick of being associated with them! From here on out, they are not my friends anymore." I turned my whole body to face Alex at this point, my sudden movement alerting his attention. "If you don't mind, can I count you, Karl— everyone else— as my new friends?"

The smile that emerged from Alex's face warmed my chest. "You don't need to ask, (Y/N)" He said, "We already counted you as our friend."

The happiness that swelled in my chest consumed me in that moment, and it stimulated me to enrobe Alex into a hug. His body was tense from my sudden touch, yet he relaxed easily into my body and his arms moulded into my touch. The fragrance clinging to his sweater engulfed my nose, making me nuzzle deeper into his shoulder. Alex chuckled and the vibrations tickled me, making me scoff out a laugh.

We met each other's gaze as we pulled away from the embrace; analysing the tint of blush on his cheeks, tracing to the bridge of his nose. He ruffled the hair on top of my head, making me laugh and nudge him playfully. Our instant smiles welcoming the space between us.

"So . . . got anymore tired yet?" Alex asked, raising a brow.

I shook my head and slowly looked around the room. Clocking the console lying on the coffee table, I grabbed it and my fingers began to awkwardly fumble with the joystick.

"First step of becoming friends, should be you teaching me how to be a pro-gamer." I joked, giving him a playful smirk.

He rolled his eyes, cringing as he grabbed the other remote. "It's not for the faint hearted," He joked along, "I think you'll get the hang of it, though."

For the rest of the night, into the early morning, we played games. We laughed our asses off, had mini arguments; stirring some of the others out of their slumber when Alex couldn't contain the volume of his voice.

Anything could happen, I realized. If I seek positivity, I will eventually find it. Thankfully, I was able to admit — I discovered it already.

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ahah heeeey!!!!! can i request kenma, akaashi and sugawara as best friends with gender neutral reader?

thank you for your hard work i really enjoy reading your headcannons (灬º‿º灬)♡

haikyuu boys as your best friend

┇ kenma, akaashi, and suga

gn!reader

【warnings: none】

➢ general note: ohoho this is a very long one so buckle up!

✎ a/n: aaww this is request is cute! thank you for appreciating my work and i'm so glad you enjoy reading them! take care of yourself!<3

kenma

you've been friends with kenma and kuroo ever since you were a child but you're more close with kenma due to his chill personality.

but that doesn't mean that you're less chaotic

kenma honestly questions himself as to why he's best friends with you

but you're a bit more tolerable than kuroo he guesses.

"say, if i hypothetically and accidentally broke your swi— kenma, you're gonna kill me with your stare." you laugh nervously.

"give it to me." you removed your hand behind your back and gave him his switch with a pout.

"are you mad at me?" you asked, rubbing your nape. awkwardly.

kenma sighed loudly, "yeah."

"oh" your shoulders dropped.

"but it's fine since i already bought a new one. i'm mad because i was planning to give you this one but i guess we have to make someone check it out if it's still repairable." he replied and your eyes lit up in excitement.

"really?"

"yeah."

"but i don't have the money for it."

"we'll make kuroo pay." he shrugged and you tilted your head in confusion.

"eh? do you really think he would agree to that?"

"i don't know. maybe. just do all his work or compliment him everyday, that might work."

"are you two planning on how to murder me?" kuroo appears out of nowhere, ruffling kenma's and your hair.

"yes." the setter and you answered in unison.

people also wonder how you can keep up with kenma but you're honestly one of the people that can see through him and could tell whether something is bothering him.

and he never hesitated to show you what he really feels. if he's mad then you'd let him vent and let out all his frustrations.

and there were times as well where he just wanted to be away from anyone so you gave him space.

but because he finds you tolerable, he begged you to not distance yourself from him.

now, in terms of YOU being sad, we all know he's not the greatest when it comes to comforting people but he would always find a way to cheer you up like offering you to play games with him.

he would even let you do the interior design of his house in minecraft as long as he can see you're enjoying.

just like what others do, he would typically protect you from mobs while you pick up flowers.

but most of the time, you would have a competition on which person could kill as many mobs as they can.

you also would do stupid challenges that you see on youtube.

and late night walks with him are the best since you never had to worry about bothering him when he rarely sleeps early.

let me rephrase that real quick, it's mostly you walking around while kenma sits on a bench,,, still playing.

but he would occasionally look for you to make sure you weren't lost or kidnapped.

you would eventually get tired so you just... lay on the grass and roll around.

kenma puts down his switch, "what are you doing, y/n?"

"i'm bored. you're not even paying attention." you whispered the last part but he still caught it.

"alright, sorry. stand up now. let's go to the convenience store and crash at kuroo's house." he offered and you immediately agreed.

because the two of you never failed to be in the same class every year, your classmates would be confused since you two would verbally fight and give each other a silent treatment and then one second later, you would give him food and he tries to help you beat the level you're currently on with the game you're playing.

and in the timeskip, the three of you have stable jobs like, rich rich rich very rich.

"at this point, we can be your sugar daddies." kuroo jokes but you paid no attention to him as you were still busy processing with what kenma gave you as a present.

literally everything you need for streaming— heck, you're not even sure if you would use all of them.

but kenma still wanted to drag you along with him to do things that he loves

not that you'd complain about it anyway.

"you're helping me set everything up." you finally recovered from your state of shock and pulled kenma up from your couch.

akaashi

and the best 'best friend' award goes to akaashi keiji!

look, just because he's a laid-back person, doesn't mean he's unaware of how to push your buttons.

he would subtly annoy you. so subtle that not everyone could notice that you wanted to murder him on the spot.

"akaashi keiji, i will seriously ki—"

"it's settled then! y/n, please come to my office now." the teacher spoke, making you groan in frustration before standing up but you made sure to purposely step on his foot and he silently winced in pain.

the chat with the teacher didn't take long and when you exited the office, you saw your best friend standing outside, waiting for you with a barely noticeable smirk.

yeah, we might have to take back his award.

you rolled your eyes and walked past him but he grabbed your bag and pulled you back.

"sorry, do i know you?" you scoffed.

"look, i'm sorry. i already told you that you shouldn't sleep in class." he reminded, implying that him dragging you into doing something was a sort of consequence from sleeping in class.

"i know! but you decided to be annoying again and volunteered that i would help with some activity." you complained. he still hasn't let go of your bag but you continued walking which may or may not made it look like you were his pet.

akaashi knows you're not actually mad at him and so he didn't have to bother to apologize again.

"if it makes you feel better, i volunteered first before you. at least we're now both busy."

you didn't respond and continued walking, "where are you going?" he asks.

"home."

"no."

"no?"

"i have practice," he said.

"what does that have to do with me?!" you wailed.

"nothing." you facepalmed and let him pull you to the gym.

the first time you met was during middle school. you were crying because you lost a competition and unfortunately for you, akaashi was the one who won.

he tried comforting you but you pushed him away.

akaashi was persistent though. he didn't want you to stay mad at him and so he bothered you everyday until you finally started to warm up to him.

you sighed for the ninth time. deciding to make a paper plane and throw it to akaashi's way.

it fortunately hit his forehead and he 'tsk-ed' at your action but he continued reading the book anyway.

you reached for the plane, crumpling it until it's round.

"i thought you were gonna teach me?" you question and threw the paper at him, again but lucky for him, he caught it.

he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "how am i supposed to teach you if you keep throwing things at me?"

you see, you're smart but there are certain subjects that you really hate and you coincidentally got sick during a discussion and now you and akaashi are currently studying in the library.

he knows he could have just lent you his notes and you can just take a photo of it but he wouldn't let you do that because his reasoning was, "you'll learn better if you write it down." you've complained to him about it many times and he'll eventually get tired and not give you anything so now you've learned your lesson,

don't annoy keiji.

but sometimes, he's kind enough to cover for you when you're asleep during class and would lie to the teachers by saying you're sick.

which rarely happens since he doesn't always tolerate you so being friends with him feels like having a parent watch you all the time.

"maybe if i befriended konoha then i'm already done with this." you huffed.

"he doesn't have the patience to deal with you, y/n." you let out an offended gasp before throwing your pencil case at him.

honestly speaking, the two of you get along really well. you're more talkative and he tends to listen to your rants a lot.

and of course, he would also share to you how his day went and how he found a new way to get bokuto out of his emo mode.

hanging out with him outside of school can be chaotic at times.

especially if you decide to go to the arcade because expect him to tease you a lot when you couldn't get the prize you wanted.

he would help you though:)

and since you two are a popular duo, you would often get a lot of confessions from boys and akaashi would ramble about how it's a waste of time and that you should focus on your studies.

but he would also reassure you that he'll support you no matter what decision you make.

in conclusion, he's a bit confusing and indecisive but he just wants the best for you but then he would also start thinking that he's being controlling of your own life.

akaashi also can't keep his cool sometimes,

"i can't believe they cheated on me." you hugged your legs closer to your chest as you sob.

his practice was already over but he insisted that the two of you stay at the gym so that you could talk to him about your problems.

"they’re an asshole, y/n." he replied.

usually, he would rub circles on your back when you're crying but this time, he stayed still on his seat so you glanced at him and frowned.

"you weren't even paying attention," you said.

"i was," he stopped typing on his phone to look at you.

"i was just searching up ways how to murder someone without getting caught." he joked and you chuckled.

"just kidding. i was ordering your favorite food. now stand up and wipe your tears. don't let that asshole see you vulnerable. show him that you don't even need him in the first place because you don't need anyone, 'kay?" he pulled you up and nodded at his advice.

"except for me, of course. how else would you be alive if it weren't for me?"

"i have my own parents." you rolled your eyes playfully.

"they don't love you— they prefer me." he teased once again. earning a punch from you.

suga

aDMIT IT, SUGA IS SO FUN TO BE WITH.

like sureeee he would help you most of the time

but he's also the same person that would get you in trouble.

"vice principal, i am so sorry! i didn't mean to knock off your wig! please don't suspend me—"

"it's fine, l/n. just go and don't tell anyone." the old man sighed.

you bowed and left, running to where suga was standing.

you saw your friend biting his lower lip to stifle a laugh.

you glared at him but you couldn't help but to cackle at what happened and now you two are being noisy in the hallway that made others look at you weirdly.

"i told you, he's bald!" he exclaimed and your laugh couldn't get any louder until you start coughing from the lack of oxygen.

"oH MY GOD— DON'T DIE ON ME Y/N," he said dramatically before offering you a bottle of water.

"you're so dramatic, please shut up." you rolled your eyes after drinking.

you and suga have been arguing for a week about how he witnessed himself how the vice principal's wig flew off and it was too good to be true so you didn't believe him.

not until your beloved best friend pushed you to the vp's direction accidentally.

you were taller than the old man so when you bumped into him, you wanted to grab onto something for support but instead, you knocked off his hairpiece.

and suga ran away instead of helping you.

we love a supportive friend.

"well at least he was kind enough to not give you a punishment." suga shrugged and you just nodded your head in agreement.

when you transferred to karasuno during second year, you luckily met suga when you asked for directions.

you two were in the same class so he accompanied you the whole day.

he was very talkative and you loved hearing him talk about volleyball.

at first, you admired him for how approachable and kind he is

but now you just want to kick him.

"i said he wasn't my crush!" you convinced him but suga ony hummed in response.

"but you were staring at him with heart eyes." he quirked a brow.

"i wasn't!"

"you were!"

"i wasn't!"

"you we—"

"suga and y/n, that's enough." daichi sighed. pushing the two of you apart from each other.

"daichi! your vice captain is being annoying again."

"daichi, did you know that y/n has a crush on y—" his words were cut off when you covered his mouth with your hand and he had no choice but to bite your palm and you backed away in disgust.

"i don't like you anymore." you huffed and he just ruffled your hair.

"ah really now?" he smiled but you knew that behind that smile was an evil intention.

"nevermind." you muttered. not trusting your own friend.

oh and your parents adore suga.

like, they know you have other friends as well but suga is the only person they trust to be with you all the time.

and honestly, you agree with them. no words or numbers could describe how much you trust the setter.

despite his naughty and chaotic attitude, he always takes care of you.

kind of like akaashi but he's a bit more loose.

he's very good at giving you advice.

he's also the type of friend that sulks when you miss a game.

like, he would literally ignore you.

and now you're struggling how to make him forgive you.

"kōshi, enough. you've been ignoring me for a week! it was just one game, come on." you persuaded, poking his side but he didn't budge and continued writing down notes.

"i'm sorry for missing your game. i swear, it was an accident! i would never miss your next match again!"

he shifted in his seat and your eyes were filled with hope.

he looks at you with a slight hint of disappointment, "even if i'm not a regular anymore?" the question caught you off guard.

"what do you mean?" he remained quiet and you took that as a sign that he didn't wanna talk and so you impatiently waited for classes to be over.

as soon as you were dismissed, you pulled him out of the classroom to take him to your favorite spot just near the gym.

"i don't like how you're doubting my ability to support you. it doesn't matter what you do— heck, you could even commit a crime and i might bail you out of jail." you uttered. finally breaking the silence that engulfed the two of you the past few minutes.

you struggle with expressing how you feel sometimes and being able to decipher your analogies is one of suga's skills.

"your comforting skill is top tier." he replied.

you know how he would playfully hit his teammates? he'd do the same to you but he would only give you head pats, not wanting to hurt you physically.

and you unexpectedly just learned how to love it.

it somehow inspires you to work harder since he only gives you head pats when you achieve something and it's his way of congratulating you!

he also likes to drag you along with him. he wants to watch a movie? he would buy an extra ticket just for you!

but sometimes, he would whine about being broke when he's with you🤡

would also be ready to make a presentation as to why you are his platonic soulmate.

please just agree with him so he won't be sad</3

last but not the least, gossiping.

literally, the two of you will not call it a day if you haven't talked about any issues at all.

so even if you were sleepy, he would call or text you in the middle of the night and be like, 'tea time?'

aaahh imagine how shock i was when i saw that this was about 2k words overall AHAHA. i know that akaashi's part seems a bit off but honestly i just imagine him being a bit mischevious and more open to people he's genuinely close with so yeah! i had so much fun writing but i feel bad becaue it was so long- anyway, thank you for reading!<3

[g0ldengubler]

chapter 3~a night on the town

(*i do not own this gif*)

A/N: hi everyone! this song is what I thought would be playing in a certain part of the story. I'll put a * at the part. yes, it's minecraft but i could care less bc it’s very calming and dreamy. i also quickly want to say thank you so much for the love on nauseous like it truly means a lot and it’s what’s keeping me going :’) if anyone could give a lesson in tumblr fanfic writing tho that would be great bc i feel like such a grandma xD thank you again for reading and enjoyyy :)

Category: fluff

CW: smoking weed (i don’t encourage this but please smoke responsibly if u ever do!)

Word Count: 1545

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You're suddenly in a beautiful part of the park. You didn't see this on your little mini tour, but it was magical. Spencer took you over to a giant tree on a small hill off the pond. The light from the moon made the water twinkle as the two of you sat under the tree. You felt like you were in a fairytale, and this was like a forest filled with fairy magic. It had rained a bit sometime in the late afternoon, so the ground beneath you and the leaves on the trees sparkled with dew drops. The sight of it all filled you with wonder. The night hadn't even really started yet and already you wished the sun never came up again. This couldn't end.

Spencer sat against the tree as he rummages through his bag to find his pen. "I'm speechless," You said as you sat down diagonal of him, "This place is breathtaking."

"I tend to come by here to read when I can't sleep or during the day having trouble on a case," said Spencer, "I found this spot around the time I first joined the BAU. It keeps me grounded."

You grab your pen out of your bag and hold it in your hands, waiting for Spencer. He finally finds his in the bottom of his bag and takes it out. You click your pens on and Spencer froze, not knowing what to do.

"Do we...cheers?" He asks, "Like we do when we drink?"

"Not usually, no," you chuckled, "But if you want to we can."

"You sound like you've done this before, Y/N."

"Meh, I experimented a bit in high school and college. But I never did it everyday like my classmates. Just here and there if I was really stressed."

Spencer brings his pen close to yours. "Well, cheers!" He says awkwardly.

"Cheers!" You giggle.

You both take three or four hits. On the last hit, Spencer started coughing. "Did you accidentally take a really big hit?" You ask.

"I think-" He coughs again, "-so!"

After his little coughing attack, you both laugh. You shift your weight onto your elbows. Legs straight out, you let the high take over your body. Spencer puts his head against the tree. He takes a couple more hits and let's it hit him. You start to feel the tingles again through your body and your eyes getting heavy.

"I wonder what the percentage of these carts are," you said, "I should ask Garcia."

"It must be a lot if I already feel like I smoked a whole blunt by myself."

"Well I was gonna that it's just because you're a beginner so you'll be a lightweight, but now you sound like you've done this before, Doctor."

"I swear I just know my research! I've never smoked before last night."

"Mmhmm, surrrre," you said as you started to get up from the ground, using the tree as support, "I'm sure it was just for that paper."

You grab your bag and rub the grass and dirt that was on your pants. You give a hand to Spencer as he gets up and you start heading outside of the park. You both stood there, looking around. "So, is there anywhere you'd like to revisit?"

You think for a moment. "How about the Lincoln Memorial?"

"Perfect!"

He lends his arm out and you link yours with his as you walk to the Lincoln Memorial. There was a nice cool breeze as you walked under the city lights, your blurry vision making it feel like you were in a movie. You looked up at Spencer and saw that his eyelids were a little bit lower than usual. You felt panic hit you as you unlock your phone and open snapchat. Turning the flash on, you look at the top of your phone and took a photo. You looked at your eyes and noticed they were a bit pink, but nothing to worry about.

"You ok?" asked Spencer.

"Yeah, I'm fine. My eyes get red easily when I'm high so I'm just checking."

"My dear, you look quite marvelous if I do say so myself!" He says, using a british accent, which made you laugh.

Finally, you made it to the memorial. You debated on climbing all those steps to the top, but Spencer made a bet that he could beat you to the top, and you weren't going to back out of a challenge. You both speed up the steps but Spencer beats you.

"Who's the pussy now, huh?" Spencer teases from what you said the night before, out of breath.

You put your hands on your knees, trying to catch yours. "Very funny, Doctor."

Once your breathing went back to normal, you slowly walked closer to the statue, admiring it. "You know," you began, "While my love for crime fighting was my whole life, I had a small interest in President Lincoln. I have no clue why, but I've been reading books about him since I was 4."

You paused for a moment, then turned around to face Spencer. "I have a fact for you, Doctor," you began, but then Spencer cut you off.

"You know you can call me Spencer or Spence, right? Come to think of it, you're the only one who calls me Spence."

"Ok, well Spence,"  you restated, "Have you heard of the theory that he might've been a closeted gay or bisexual man?"

"No actually, I haven't heard much on it only that it was debunked."

"That is true, but if it wasn't debunked I'd see him more as a closeted bisexual man, not gay."

"Why do you say that?" asked Spencer.

"Because people always forget about it. Bisexuality is real. He truly loved Mary with all his heart and would do anything for her, but I'm sure he questioned his sexuality at some point and just never went deeper into it."

You paused again, seeing if he was paying attention. You then turn back to face Lincoln and continued, "Take Freddie Mercury, for example. Now when he came out to his Mary, he came out as bisexual. But the public just took it as that he was gay because bisexuality wasn't seen by the public as a real sexuality, even Mary. It makes me angry at how long biphobia went on for. As someone who is bisexual, I don't want to feel like a ghost. I want to feel real."

Spencer slowly walks up behind you and puts a hand on your shoulder. He turns you around and you look up at him with glassy, pink-colored eyes. "Y/N, you are real. Everything about you is to me."

You put your hand on top of his, not breaking the look into each other's eyes. Or well, what you could see through his eyelids.

*The two of you then headed down the steps carefully and continue on your tour. But it slowly ended as you ended up walking down the empty streets. At one point, you ended up on cobble road. The two of you were pretty baked, as you would take more hits whenever no one was looking or there weren't too many people walking or driving. Spencer began to act like he was on a tight rope as he walked along parking blocks. He held your hand for support, trying not to fall and twist his ankle.

*You felt content. You never really experienced something like this before, but you always dreamt about it. You never really went out much when you were in school. You focused all your time in your room, working  on schoolwork and keeping up with what Rossi was doing in the BAU and the cases they were working on.  Rossi was like an idol to you. Ever since you met him, you wanted to do what he was doing; Saving people and getting the bad guys, protecting citizens. But you always dreamt of having an adventure like this with a true friend, and even though you had only known Spencer for a week now, he already was like that true friend.

*But you were also feeling something more. There was something about Spencer holding your hand that just felt...right. It was so hard to explain, even to yourself as you tried to figure out what you were feeling exactly. Maybe it was just the high you were feeling, but looking at his face, Spencer seemed to be quite cute. So cute, that you felt butterflies.

*He jumps off a parking block under a tall street lamp and grabs your other hand in his. He looks down to you as you look up. Finally, his lips lock with yours and you don't stop him. You kiss him back as your arms wrapped around each other, feeling every inch of each other's bodies.

Spencer breaks the kiss and cups your face in his hands. "Do you want to continue our little fun we had the other night?" he asked, almost in a raspy tone.

You nodded and kissed him again.

[ma-lark-ey]

Hi!! I've seen other people make posts about why they love TAZ,,and I figured I should add my two cents. I also just wanted to share this experience somewhere. (Spoilers for Balance and Amnesty!!)

For a bit of background; in December/early January, I got dropped by some of my closest friends. I'd already been doing bad mentally for the last few months, and that sent me into a complete spiral.

I was quarantined, couldn't see my friends, couldn't leave the house, couldn't make any attempt at things that used to make me happy. I was (quite frankly) at my lowest point. I'd heard rumors of the Adventure Zone for years, and even seen content of it on my socials.

In mid May, I said fuck it and listened to episode one. MBMBAM (as good as it is) wasn't my cup of tea in podcasts, I needed something with plot. I knew the McElroys were a genre of entertainment I could get behind, but I needed plot to get invested.

TAZ Episode 3 was when I really became hooked. Magnus latched onto my heart, and Griffin's voice brought me a comfort I'd long forgotten.

Its important to note at this point in my life, I hadn't picked up a pencil to write or draw in almost six months.

I was honestly inspired to watch after a cosplayer I really admire began to cosplay Lup! I loved the personality I saw in her videos and photos of Lup, and I wanted to know more about her.

I listened to Here There Be Gerblins, and it made me smile. I listened to RockPort Limited, and I remember cleaning up my dresser and folding clothes when I found out Jenkins was the killer. I listened to Petals to the Metal, and I remember standing in my living room laughing during the whole Trent scene. I listened to Crystal Kingdom, I remembered standing in my yard in shock when Mangus sliced Merle's arm. I listened to Eleventh Hour, I remembered sitting in my chair and crying during the flashback and throwing my stuffed animal in rage at the Taako flashbacks. I remembered listening the Lunar Interlude where Lup carved her name in the wall and screaming joy at the introduction of the character who inspired to check this amazing show out. I remember playing Minecraft while listening to the Stolen Century (I was building a Ravenloft in my world!)

My favorite memory from listening to it though, was the scene Lup finally entered. I'd been listening to this podcast nonstop since I started. I remember listening to that scene and just *crying,* i remember clutching at my heart when her death was described because I'd fallen absolutely in love with her during Stolen Century.

I remember listening to Magnus' death scene while sitting at my kitchen table. My mom asked me why I was crying. "MAGNUS GOT HIS DOG!" Was all I could compute, she had no idea what I meant.

After i finished Balance, I started drawing again. It was simple, at first. Just a headshot of Lup with my favorite quote from her. But it was a start! I picked up my materials for the first time in months.

Then I started Amnesty. In minutes I was absolutely smitten. It was like Aubrey personally grabbed my hand and told me I was gonna be better soon. I latched onto Aubrey just like I did Magnus (Travis has always been my personal favorite brother.) I remember feeling guilty for skipping the last half of Commitment, but given my religion trauma that I was still processing at the time, I knew I needed to just role right along into Amnesty for my own sake.

My fondest memory of Amnesty was sitting in the car during a road trip and scribbling down things on my sketchbook.

Another prominent one was when Ned revealed to Aubrey he was the burglar. I fell to my knees when he said the sentence, and no I'm not being dramatic. I was cleaning up my room, and i collapsed onto the floor and laid in a fetal during the whole scene, ugly crying. I love all of the Amnesty characters, its my personal favorite campaign, and Ned and Aubrey meant everything to me. That scene *destroyed* me. I also remembered crying on my road trip when Ned was killed. I'd never felt so much emotion from a piece of media before.

After that I actually digested all of Balance. And the one character who's stuck out to me is Taako. And I know he's a cliche character to latch onto. But, its not his personality or his appearance or whatever that makes me love him. It was his back story. When I found Balance, I was working throufh the betrayal and loss of my fourth set of friends. I'm the kind of person who takes in people I know are toxic in hopes of helping them. And Taako was the perfect mix of myself, and the people I found myself befriending.

His history with Sazed hit close to home, in the betrayal aspect. And his betrayal by Lucretia. I understood his heart felt in those moments, and I latched onto him. I thought, "You understand how I feel right now." And I've *never* drawn so much in my life.

In just three days I made two whole pages of sketches, in just the last three weeks I've done ten pages of my brand new sketchvook (averaging it to 4-5 full drawings a page). I hadn't picked up a pen in months, and now I couldn't Put one down.

There was one night a couple days ago where I just sat in bed, grinning and crying while I looked at all the art I had accomplished, the countless pieces of writing I'd presented to my friends proudly. I rejoined roleplay groups, which I had also dropped after my mental health dropped. I came out to my IRLs as nonbinary!

The characters the McElroys created have given me this... This inspiration I've never felt before. I've hyperfixated on things before (like Undertale! That was my biggest.) But, no piece of media has ever made me feel like a character reached out of my screen and grabbed onto me.

I remember Istus telling the Gang the iconic line of "You're going to be amazing" and to me, it felt like Taako and Magnus just reached out of my phone and gave me a bear hug. Hell, just a few days I translated that feeling into a sketch.

I just bought the graphic novels, and have orders merchandize. I've *never* gotten into something, and had merchandize for it three weeks later. I've never loved something so much I sent my friends literally novellas of just me recounting my favorite scenes to them.

The Adventure Zone has literally brought the most joy into my life I could ever ask for out of media, its helped me in so many ways.

These stupid little DnD campaigns mean the absolute world to me, and I could never be happier that I found them when I did.

So, if you've read this far, there's one last thing I wanna say; even if you feel like you're at literal rock bottom, like you could end it all tomorrow and no one would care. That not even your greatest passionate with bring you joy, youll find something or someone that will pull you out of that point so fast it makes your head spin. In the emphamis words of "Zeke Owens" (Griffin) "One day, youre gonna laugh at a joke. You'll go swimming, and you'll smile in the sunlight. You're gonna pet yourself a good dog and its gonna feel amazing."

[crownin-thestars]

Same request by Wattpadder

This is the part 2

Part one

Also giving myself a small throwback to when I played Minecraft with my cousins

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This trio had started hanging out together a lot more, and yes Skeppy is allowed to hangout with them after school(cuz apparently they go to the same school), but he has to be back home before 5pm because again reasons.

Mega has started to speak broken sentences when he's with them and they're super proud of him considering he's pretty much unable to talk. Just because they're broken doesn't mean he can't roast them tho.~

It turned out that they weren't the same age, with Skeppy as the youngest and Mega the oldest. The age gap wasn't extremely huge, Zelk had a one year age difference from the both of them.

Isn't it amazing how they have the privelage of having elemtry to high school in the same location? All good things however, must come to an end. Mega being the oldest had to graduate from Grassblock High first, meaning leaving the two, then eventually one, on their own.

Very soon, Zelk had to graduate from high school as well, leaving Skeppy alone. Without an excuse to leave the house, he's been living through hell on Earth. Now, I won't be going too deep into what happened because I'm assuming you're not here for that.

~Timeskip brought to you by the iDots SMP~

Mega laid in bed. It was the middle of the afternoon and he hadn't planned to do anything that day. A noise emitted from his phone, gaining his attention. That noise was for when he got a text from one of his old friends. It had been forever since they last talked to each other, so it confused it.

He flipped over to grab his phone from the bedside table, checking the notification. It was indeed from an old friend. The mute smiled, remembering the memories he had with the both of them.

Yo guys, you wanna

hang today?

It's been way too

long

Lmao duh Zelk

Mega sat up from the bed, going over to his closet to change out. After changing, he went to check his messages again to see if Skeppy had replied. He didn't even read the message

Just us?

I guess yeah

He reached for his green scarf before leaving, telling his caretakers goodbye.

What happened to Skeppy you're asking? He went for a walk, and his mom took away his hand phone privileges because of grades.

Hate to hear that, yeah.

The moment the two saw each other, a wave of nostalgia came over them. They gave each other a tight hug.

"Dude I've missed you." Zelk told him. Mega nodded in agreement. They quickly broke up the hug before anyone around thought they were a thing. Because, y'know, homophobs are a thing for some reason.

Walking over to the pizza place they planned to go to, they bypassed a little wired fence. That is until something caught Mega's eye. He stopped to take a look, Zelk almost walking off without him. There was a blue piece of cloth sort of stuck on it. It seemed to be ripped of by it. He recognised it from somewhere, but where?

"Please no!! Someone help!!" Their attention was diverted to the direction of the cry. That's when the realisation hit him. The cloth was ripped off from him.

"That kinda sounds like Skeppy, doesn't it?" Zelk pointed out. Mega didn't even acknowledge the question, quickly running off in that direction. The cries were right outside the pizza place they were going to. He halted right at the alleyway next to it.

Another scream escaped from the child's throat as the man in there with him raised his arm. Mega's eyes widened. Zelk just managed to catch up to Mega, not even knowing why he ran off. "Get a staff." He said surprisingly clearly. Despite the shock, Zelk obliged.

Mega sprinted over to the man and gripped his arm just before it managed to swing down on the boy. He had a knife in hand, making it obvious of what his motives were.

"Skeppy, stay away!" He yelled, trying to snatch the weapon from him. Before he could reach it, the man swapped hands and slashed at Mega. Skeppy squealed in fear, tears streaming down. The knife cut his face, but it wasn't deep.

Right on cue, out came Zelk with a staff member. The man's eyes widened, dropping his knife and attempting to run away. Mega, being the little jackass he is inside, attempted to trip him. It didn't really work but it did slow him down. The employee quickly stopped the murderous man from leaving, dragging him out of the alleyway, possibly to keep an eye on him while he calls the cops.

As Mega was processing what had just happened, Skeppy tackled him into a hug.

"BRO I THOUGHT I WAS A GONER!!" He yelled, still sobbing from the traumatic event he had just been through. "ALSO YOU TALKED NORMALLY!!" He decided to add.

"Snapped, I guess." He chuckled slightly, returning the hug. Zelk smiled at the little scene as Skeppy and Mega's bond was never as close as he was with Mega(oh god that sounds confusing I really hope you understood that). "Still as giggly as last time?" He teased, giving the younger a small tickle. He squirmed away, giggling lighty.

"Yes! It still hurts though!" Skeppy wrapped his arms around his abdomen, as if it was going to protect him. "It's not like you're any different!" He clapped back.

"Shut up, Skep." He hid his face in the scarf he was wearing to hide his embarrassment. Both yelped in surprise when they were both pulled into another hug session initiated by Zelk.

"You guys were nearly murdered and this is what you talk about?" They all shared a small laugh at the statement.

"It's not illegal to lighten the mood a bit." Mega replied, pulling out of the hug. He walked over to the knife and used his scarf to pick it up.

"Dude why are you taking that with you people are gonna think you're the murderer here." Skeppy questioned, joking about the situation a bit at the same time. Ah it seems he knows nothing about evidence in court.

When they left the alleyway, police cars could be seen. The man that had just attempted to kill Skeppy was now in cuffs and was being led to one of the cars. Before they left, Mega quickly ran over to one of the cops, showing him the weapon of choice.

When he gave the object to the officer, he rejoined the two waiting up for him. "Still having pizza?" Zelk asked.

"YOU GUYS WERE GETTING PIZZA WITHOUT ME??" Skeppy yelled, causing the two to crack up.

Ever since this whole ordeal, the three have been keeping in close touch with each other, making sure to check on Skeppy's health from then on. It's safe to say that friendship really can last forever.

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Word count: 1179 words

Hope I did okay with this part! Been watching EnchantedMob's Disconnected movie a lot and then while writing this I just kinda wanted to implement it in here.

Also, if you're wondering, yes Mega is still a mute. It was just that in that very moment, he didn't remember anything from before because his main and only thought at that time was 'Save Skeppy'. After he processed everything he became himself again tho.

Edit: Jfc I also lost a fair bit of sleep from writing this lmao

[you-never-liked-this-sweater]

Guess who’s back? I’d like to request a Connor x Reader where the reader is a youtuber with like 5K subs and she accidentally dissed Con in a livestream or something

Connor Murphy X Reader: Anonymous Until You’re Not

Words: 3845

Warning: Swearing, smoking

Reader Pronouns: they/them

Author’s Note: Again, it’s been a while, I know. I thought I would write thisshorter story to try and get back into the rhythm of doing requests. I hope youguys enjoy this one.

———-

You adjusted your microphone for what seemed liked the twentieth time,making sure that it was out of frame but still picked up your voice. Youchecked the lighting, your camera angle, and did one last overall sweep of yourequipment. Once you were satisfied, you took your place in your gaming chairand stared into your reflection, smoothing out your clothes and fixing yourhair before pulling on your headset. You never showed your face on screen sothe camera was angled to show only your mouth and below. It was a good way tokeep yourself anonymous while still allowing your subscribers to know you alittle more personally. 

“Perfect”, You breathe out as you took in your appearance onscreen. 

Finally you placed your hand on the mouse and clicked ‘live stream’,the little red dot on screen lit up as your subscribers flooded onto thestream.

You smiled warmly at the camera, “Hey guys, it’s (username) again.Welcome to my scheduled live stream tonight. Thought I would keep it chill,maybe stream some mindless games and do a Q&A with you guys so you can knowa little bit more about me. How does that sound?”

The chat lit up with praises and confirmation that they loved the idea.Your subscribers were always so positive, and streaming with them was always somethingthat you enjoyed because even if you had a rough day they made you smile.

“Alright, then guys. Let’s get started,” You launchedMinecraft, knowing you could easily multitask in that game, and turned to thecamera while it was loading up, “So you guys can submit questions into thechat, or if you donate you can attach a question to those as well. I will tryto answer all of the donation questions because you guys pay for that to grabmy attention. But I’ll definitely try to answer stuff from the chat as wellbecause I understand that not everyone can donate. Just please be respectful inthe fact that I may not want to answer some questions. And also please berespectful of other people on the stream. Thanks!”

The questions began to flood in and you picked one at random to read offfirst.

You hummed, scanning the chat, “Alright, let’s see…First questionis from GalaxyGal who asks, ’when is the last time you got scared?’Oh, I like that one, because I get scared kind of easily.” You crossedyour legs in the chair and began loading up a new world in your game, “Itwas at school about a month or so ago, I think. There’s this overhang over theexit towards the student parking lot, and people go there to smoke. I wasrunning late so when I was sprinting inside I ended up plowing into one of theguys who was headed out back for a smoke. I thought I was going to get yelledat or worse cause of the rep this guy has at our school. It was really awkwardand I was kinda terrified. But in the end he helped me up and I dunno…”You trailed off momentarily, thinking about your encounter with Connor. Youcouldn’t tell your friends at school about it, but your subscribers werestrangers. So thoughtfully you added, “He’s actually kind of cute andwe’ve been talking more in class and on our spares when I see him around. Iactually kind of really like him. I don’t know, maybe something good will comeout of me almost running him over,” you laughed to yourself.

———-

Soon you were mining blocks and building a quaint house while yoursubscribers sent you questions that you tried your best to answer. It was aboutan hour into the stream so the majority of your subscribers had made it ontothe stream, putting your viewer count at a little over five thousand. 

“Alright, the next question is from…” You trailed off as youreyes scanned the chat. Then a donation popped up and you smiled, reading themessage, “…JulesDitto, who donated $5. Thank you Jules. Julesasks, 'I think we go to the same school but I’m too scared to go up at talk toyou. If a fan recognizes you in public is it alright for them to come up andsay hi?’”

You thought about it for a moment as you hummed to yourself, placingsome more wood planks down in your game.

You smiled, “Of course you guys can come and say hi to me if yourecognize me in public. I’m a little more awkward in person but I’ll never berude or upset if you want to come say hi. And Jules, you think we go tothe same school? That’s so cool, I didn’t know that I had fans from my own hometown.”

Another donation popped up almost immediately from JulesDittoagain and you smiled again, reading aloud.

“JulesDitto, who donated another $5, responds with ’I’mpretty sure we go to the same school because you’ve mentioned the weird kidbefore earlier in the stream and in some of your other videos. But anyway, allof my friends love your videos. Thank you for picking my question btw!’”

You play your game mindlessly for a few moments as you think about whatyou just read, trying to figure out who they could have been talking about. Theweird kid. You didn’t talk about anyone on stream before from your personallife besides when you talked about that one time when you ran into…

Then it clicks and you look to the message in confusion, “Do youmean Connor?”

And just like that, the chat flooded with people confirming that theywent to your school. You realised you said Connor’s name on stream, and youalso just told over five thousand people that you thought he was cute. 

“Let’s um…let’s move on to a new question, okay?” You try tomove things along. 

Your face pales as you stare at the chat. You wanted to answer anotherquestion to change the topic but now all the questions were about your school,your personal life, and Connor. 

You scanned frantically but couldn’t find anything in the sea ofmessages, randomly picking one from the chat, “Uh… MemeMaster asks,'You think Connor is cute?’” This was exactly what you were hoping toavoid. “I would really appreciate it if you guys didn’t ask me questionsabout my personal life. I will not be answering anything about my personal lifeoutside of streaming, or anyone from my school. Next question.”

The chat was moving quickly, all with questions about Connor, school, andeven other kids at school that you knew. You were getting annoyed. Yoursubscribers never acted like this before. You were reaching your boiling point.

And then a donation came in for $1 from anonymous and a messageattached to it which read, 'If you’re attracted to that freak then thatmakes you a freak too.’

You slammed your hands down on your desk, shifting the cameraunintentionally in the process and suddenly your face was visible, “Dropit! Just fucking drop it! I don’t like Connor and I never fucking will! He’sjust some terrifying freak that I don’t talk to! Stop asking me about personalshit! It is none of your business! Just…” You felt the tears welling inyour eyes and quickly stopped streaming. You took off your headset and pulledyour legs up to your chest, burying your face into your knees. You wereemotionally drained and embarrassed, and there was only one thought runningthrough your mind.

If only I didn’t have school tomorrow. 

———-

The drive to school went by much too quickly. You were hoping that therewould be traffic or you would get stuck behind a public bus. But unfortunatelyyou got to school in less than 10 minutes. 

You got out of your car and numbly walked towards the school, hopingthat none of the kids who saw your stream would be in school that day. The gripyou had on the strap of your bag tightened at the thought. Then you glanced upat the door and froze. Connor was standing there, staring at the ground with acigarette in hand. His gaze shifted up at met yours and you felt nauseous, butyou kept your mouth shut, your gaze fell to the ground, and you made your wayinto the school. He took a drag from the cigarette as you approached but didn’tsay anything.

Then you heard your own voice from behind you.

“I don’t like Connor and I never fucking will!”

You bristled, suddenly unable to move your legs. You looked behind youto see someone walking from their car towards the front of the school, holdingtheir phone up to their friend.

“He’s just some terrifying freak that I don’t talk to!” Your own voice fadedaway as they disappeared around the corner.

You slowly turned your attention back to Connor who was still looking atthe ground. He let out a breath and a swirl of smoke drifted around his face.He glanced up at you tossed the end of the cigarette onto the pavement.“Some stream last night, huh?” He didn’t sound upset and that’s whathurt the most in that moment. 

“Connor, I’m so sorry,” The words starting coming out beforeyou could properly think of something meaningful to say. You just need him tohear your side of the story, “I didn’t mean-”

“Sure you did,” He snapped, cutting you off. He took a steptowards you and you took a step back. His eyes narrowed and he scoffed,“I’m just some terrifying freak, right?” He turned and headed inside,leaving you outside alone.

Your hands pulled at the strap of your bag, trying to fight back thetears welling in your eyes. Slowly you headed towards the doors and pushed themopen. 

You were met with a crowd of people all excitedly turning and swarmingtoward you when they caught sight of who it was.

“It’s (username)!” Someone called out.

 Confusion filled you as you realized that everyone loved you. Theywere excited to meet you and a lot of the other students wanted photos. Thiswasn’t the reaction you were expecting after your outburst at the end of thestream; but somehow it didn’t matter that none of your subscribers were upsetwith you. Because knowing they weren’t angry didn’t stop the horrible way youfelt about what you said about Connor.

———-

The day dragged on, classes were slow with Connor ignoring you, and youwanted to hide between classes because you were hounded by students who wantedto talk to you. If this was what being popular was like, you didn’t want anypart of it.

When the end of the day rolled around, you fled towards the studentparking lot with the plan of hiding in your car to avoid the crowd of studentsfollowing your every move until the parking lot emptied out. When you pushedopen the back door, you heard a huff beside you.

You looked over and saw Connor, who was sitting down and leaning againstthe side of the building. His eyebrows went up and he scoffed when he saw whoit was, “Oh, it’s you. I thought I was going to get another earful fromone of your lackeys again.”

“Fuck. I-I’m sorry. Have they been harassing you too?” Youlooked down and frowned, your fingers twist together nervously, “I’ve beentrying to get away from them all day. I can only imagine what they’re doing toyou. I’m so sorry…”

Connor’s brow furrowed and he was silent for a moment before he tappedthe ground beside him, “Come here.”

You hesitated, looking at him in confusion.

His eyes narrowed, “You wanted to explain, right? Then sit down andexplain before I change my mind.”

You did as you were told and took a seat beside Connor, your arm lightlybrushing against his. You looked down and your fingers as they twisted togetheron your lap, “Did…did you see the stream?”

“No, but trust me when I say that I’ve heard enough of it,”Connor snaps beside you, lighting a cigarette. 

“No, you haven’t. What you heard was out of context. I know what Isaid was unforgivable but I still want you to understand that I never wanted tohurt you,” You say quickly, looking over at him, “My channel issupposed to be anonymous. I don’t use my name and I don’t show my face and Inever talked about my personal life-”

“Well that sure worked out,” Connor muttered as he took a pufffrom the cigarette. 

His words stung but you knew you deserved that. You took a breath andcontinued, “I was doing a Q and A and I started talking about you-”

“I heard,” Connor cut in again, blowing the smoke above hishead.

“No, you didn’t! I was talking about how cute I thought you wereand was hinting at the fact that I liked you!” Your face went red as youblurted it out, tired of him cutting you off.

Connor choked on his own spit, turning away from you as he coughed intohis sleeve. It took him a moment to recompose himself as he looked over at youin confusion, “No you didn’t. I don’t know what kind of game this isbut-”

You scrambled for your phone and began opening up your stream, skippingforward to the first question you answered, “If you don’t believe me thenjust watch it?” He stared at you, visibly torn on the matter.“Please?”

He sighed and shifted a little closer, taking your phone from your handsas he pressed play.

Your own voice came through the phone, “-I was running late sowhen I was running inside I ended up plowing into one of the guys who washeaded out back for a smoke. I thought I was going to get yelled at or worsecause of the rep this guy has at our school. It was really awkward and I waskinda terrified. But in the end he helped me up and I dunno…” Youtrailed off in the stream and Connor stared intently at the screen, watching asyour cheeks tinged red and a small smile pulled onto your face, “He’sactually kind of cute and we’ve been talking more in class and on our spareswhen I see him around. I actually kind of really like him. I don’t know, maybesomething good will come out of me almost running him over,” youlaughed gently and your smile widened on screen.

He tapped the screen and it paused as he stared down at your phone, eyeslocked on your warm smile.

“I never wanted to say your name on stream,” You continuedyour explanation, “One of my other subscribers said they thought they knewme from school and they said they knew because I mentioned you in that storyyou just heard. But they went about it really indirectly so I was confused andsaid your name out loud and then everyone knew who I was and…” You trailedoff and took a breath to recompose yourself, “A-And then they all keptsending me questions about my personal life and school and you- God, they justwouldn’t stop asking about you and then they started calling me a freak and Ijust blurted it out and I know it’s unforgivable but I just wanted you to knowthat I…I am so, so sorry, Connor…”

He was quiet for a few moments before he muttered out a quiet,“Why?”

Your brow furrowed, tears lingering in your eyes, “I just said thatI didn’t mean to-.”

“No,” He says and looks over at you, cheeks red and eyesfilled with confusion, “Why would you like me?”

You blinked, surprised that he would focus on that part of your summaryof last night’s events. You began stumbling over your words as you avoided hisgaze, “I-I don’t know? I just, I think you’re funny and I love justsitting with you and talking about random things because you have such a weirdway of seeing the world and that’s just amazing to me. And you’re sounbelievably attractive in general but I also find everything you do superattractive too? Like you get these wrinkles in the corners of your eyes andyour nose crinkles up when you laugh and it’s so cute. And you always smellamazing and you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. I just…” Youtrail off and finally look up at Connor who is staring at you in amazement anddisbelief. “I just…I like you a lot." 

Connor seems unsure of himself but slowly reaches a hand out toward yourface. His fingers ghost along your cheek and move carefully behind your neck asif he was scared of scaring you off. He shifted his body a little so he wasfacing toward you and you could feel his hand shaking ever so slightly. Hiseyes darted up to meet yours, searching for any sign of rejection. Youcarefully reached out to him and placed your hand on his forearm, steadying thehand resting behind your head. Then slowly he leaned closer and his lipspressed against yours. He seemed so unsure of himself, body stiff againstyours, before you leaned into the affectionate gesture. He let out a softbreath through his nose as he relaxed against you. You could have stayed likethat forever.

Then he slowly parted from you and watched your expression carefully,"Was that okay?”

You couldn’t help but let out a breathless chuckle, cheeks bright pinkas you smiled, “Of course it was okay. It was better than okay.”

A smile pulled onto his face as he looked away from you, “So, Iknow it’s kind of obvious but I like you too.”

Realization hit you and you frowned, “Oh my God, you felt that way aboutme, and then you heard what I said about you on my channel. I am sosorry-”

“Let’s just forget about it. Please,” He cuts you off andsmiles weakly, “I know better than anyone how difficult it can be tocontrol your emotions sometimes. You didn’t mean anything you said and I knowthat.”

"But everyone else doesn’t,” Your frown deepened as you staredat him, “They’ll keep harassing you about this stuff.”

Connor picks at his nails, “It’s not like I’m not used to it oranything.”

You sat up straight suddenly, “I have an idea but you have to trustme.”

He smirks and looks back to you, “Oh man, I don’t know if I can dothat.”

You nudge him and smile, “You don’t have to do much. Just sit thereand look pretty.”

Connor scoffs and looks away from you, pink dusting his cheeks but he waits patiently for youto carry out the plan you had come up with. You open up your phone and selectyour preferred streaming platform. Once the app opened, you selected to uploada video and the option to live stream popped up. The sight of it made Connor uneasyand he winced, “Y/N, look, you don’t have to do this.”

“You don’teven know what ‘this’ is. Just please let me make this right,” You turned andlooked at him briefly before you looked back to your phone and held it out infront of you before pressing the button to go live. The instant you came onlineyour subscribers began flooding online and that’s when you realised yournumbers grew since last night from your original 5k to a little over 8k. You swallowedthickly and slapped on a smile, assuring you were the only one on screen forthe time being, “Hello everyone, I thought that I would come online and do alittle impromptu livestream to set a few things straight. Give myself a sort offresh start.”

Thefeeling of Connor’s hand resting on your calmed you slightly and you glanced athim and gave him a gentle smile as if to say thank you, before you turned backto the phone.

“Most ofyou know me as (username), but others may know me as Y/N. I go to high school. Andas a lot of you know, when you’re in high school, there’s a lot of pressure onbeing popular. But that’s not something that I wanted. I wanted to remainanonymous and be myself while making videos for you guys so that I never had toworry about what would happen at school the next day when people saw my video.But I don’t have a choice to be anonymous anymore so I might as well embracethat and let you guys into my life. Hello, my name is Y/N. I like video gamesand dad jokes. I like bad movies and good music, and bad movies with good musicin them. I also really like my best friend.” You paused for a moment and agentle smile pulled onto your face, “I’ve had feelings for him for a while andI’d like for you guys to meet him.” You tilt the phone and lean on Connor’sshoulder so that the two of you are now both in frame, “This is Connor. Some ofyou know him already but for those of you that haven’t met him, I’ll tell you abit about him as well. He’s got an amazing sense of humor and is one of thefunniest people I know. He picks the best music for road trips. And he has thesoftest hair I’ve ever felt.”

Connorsnorts a laugh at that and looks away from the phone, clearly embarrassed atthe statement, nearly shoving you off of his shoulder in the process.

You laughalong with him and your smile widens as you add, “And his laugh is…perfect.”You trail off staring at him for a moment before you look back to your phone,nibbling your lip, “Anyway, this is me. You can unsubscribe if you’ve heardsomething you don’t like. But if you’d like to stick it out, I’ll see you forregular uploads every Thursday.” You stopped the stream and sighed, droppingyour phone onto your lap before you looked to Connor, “So how’d I do?”

“Thank you,”He was smiling at you and he leaned in, hugging you tightly to him, leaning hishead against yours, “Consider yourself forgiven.”

Youhugged him back as your eyes closed, snuggling in to his embrace, “You mayforgive me, but you better believe I will spend every day for the rest of my lifemaking it up to you for what I said on my stream.”

Hechuckled and you felt him smile against your cheek, “I’m gonna hold you tothat.”

[winterknight1087]

Play to Ease Anxiety

Summary: Thomas finds Virgil a game called Stardew Valley to try and ease his anxiety.

Word Count: 2806

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, sympathetic Remus, cursing, food mention, mention of a goose with a knife and death (no one dies)

Pairings: n/a

AO3 Link       My Writing

A/N: So, I’ve become super obsessed with Stardew Valley recently (like I’ve clocked about 70hrs into the game despite having it less than two weeks). I realized how much the sides would actually enjoy the game and so this came about... So yeah, enjoy!

Thomas groaned as he yanked the pillow out from under him and smushed it against his face, trying to stop the anxious thoughts. Finally, he got up, knowing that just laying there wouldn’t solve anything. So, Thomas took a seat at his laptop, wondering what he could do to help calm Virgil. Thomas may have needed a nap, but Virgil needed help first.

Thomas messaged a couple of his friends, asking for something to help his anxious side relax. For the most part, the advice wasn’t all that helpful: breathe, avoid caffeine, exercise… Yeah, sure, they were all valid advice, but Thomas could tell that those wouldn’t ease the anxious side this time.

As he was about to start Googling ideas, a final message arrived, suggesting that he play a calming game, with a couple of suggestions: Animal Crossing, Stardew Valley, Minecraft, or phone games with the word idle in them. Thomas knew Virgil would refuse to play Minecraft, just because ‘do you know what playing that would do to my image?’ He also figured that phone games would be out as he found them a bit mindless, which didn’t really help stop anxious thoughts. With that, Thomas pulled up Animal Crossing. Of course, it being 60 bucks, that made that game a bit unreasonable for right now. He did scribble a note to himself to discuss including it in his budget with Logan as he now wanted to play it himself. With that, he looked up Stardew Valley. It was much cheaper than Animal Crossing, so there was that. It looked to be some farming game. Maybe…

 ****

 Virgil sat on the couch, trying to calm his head. Too many things were stressing him out and even blasting his music– so loud that if he were a real human, his hearing would be gone within the hour–he still could hear his thoughts. Nothing was working and he knew that he was probably affecting Thomas, but that just added to his list of stuff.

A hand gently tapped his shoulder, jolting him off of the couch, teetering on a panic attack. Thomas motioned the side’s headphones as Virgil started trying to regulate his breathing. The side didn’t want to take them off and hear the lecture about controlling his anxiety better and how he was failing Thomas, but he also knew that he deserved it. He knew this was going to be coming since he woke up this morning with that feeling of ‘everything is wrong.’

“Sorry, Virge. I didn’t mean to scare you like that. You weren’t responding to me waving a hand in front of you though.” Thomas said, gently.

“Just get it over with, Thomas. I know I’m failing and it’s a bad day and I’m sorry but that isn’t good enough and I should be able to handle this better but I can’t and…”

“Hey, hey. Take a deep breath, Vee. This isn’t bad. I know it’s not your fault. You’re struggling just as much as I am with this.”

Virgil was close to tears. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK, you don’t need to apologize. Here, this is what I wanted to show you.”

Virgil accepted the laptop Thomas offered him, wondering what new horror was about to be added to his list. Instead, it was some load screen with ‘Stardew Valley’ on it. Virgil looked at his host in confusion, wondering what he was supposed to be panicking about regarding this.

“It’s a farming game. Talyn recommended it to me and I thought you could use the distraction. The Internet seems to like it and it isn’t Minecraft. I even saw that one of the NPCs smokes pot, another likes spooky places, and there are these little candy things that are excited if you give them an ear of corn so are essentially Patton.”

“Oh…” Virgil wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with this. “And you gave me your new game because…?”

“Music isn’t helping you, so maybe a game can! If you don’t want to play, it’s OK, but it’s an idea at least.”

Virgil looked at the laptop. “Are you sure?”

“About the game helping? Well, no but it’s something we can try.”

“No, about lending me your laptop? What if I drop it or accidentally download something icky and break it or…”

“Hey, breathe. I know you guys said that whatever I have on my laptop, you guys get on yours within the mindscape, so you should have it on yours. So, I guess if you want to go grab your laptop, you can, but I figured that this would be easiest for you as you don’t have to lose sight of me while anxiety is trying to list every bad thing that has a high chance of never happening.”

“Oh…”

“So, you going to play?” Thomas asked, playfully nudging his anxious side.

Virgil shifted so he was sure he wouldn’t accidentally drop his host's laptop before hitting the new button. He went through the character design page and watched the scene with the grandfather. Then the game opened and he started figuring out how the game mechanics worked.

Thomas smiled as he watched the anxious side plant some parsnips before heading into town to start meeting people. Not even five minutes into the game, the host could feel the knot in his stomach vanish and he finally felt relaxed.

“So?”

“Shut up, Sanders. I have parsnips to water.”

Thomas laughed but watched the anxious side play for a it longer. He waited until the side was halfway through the month without another shoot of anxiety hitting him before deciding that he could go take his nap now. Virgil waved him off, as he harvested parsnips from the little patch outside his cabin.

Virgil wasn’t aware of how much time in real life passed before Patton’s voice intruded on his new mental lists of things he needed to do in the game. “Hey there, kiddo! You doing alright?”

“Hey, Pat. Yeah, I’m chill.”

“Is that Thomas’s laptop? Whatcha doing with it?” Patton asked, curiously.

“He downloaded a game for me and now I’m playing it.”

“Oooh! Can I watch!?”

“Sure.”

Patton jumped into the seat next to his best friend. The game looked cute and Virgil seemed to have put a lot of work into his little farm already. Patton cuddled in close and watched. The Flower Dance was his favorite part as Virgil moved into the first day of summer. Virgil frantically went around preparing his little farm for summer planting, finding that there was not enough time in the short days to accomplish everything he wanted to.

“…noying as you!”

“Hey, shut up. I’m busy!”

The twins looked at the couch in surprise to see Patton curled up against Virgil while Virgil worked on Thomas’s laptop. They glanced at each other, wondering what was going on, but also reminded of what they had been doing before popping up.

“Hey, since the two of you are here, can you settle something for us?” Roman asked.

“What’s up, kiddos?” Patton asked, looking over as Virgil cranked up the game’s music in response.

“Well, Remus…” Roman started off on a long-winded rant that was rudely interrupted constantly by noise from whatever Virgil was doing. Finally, the prince moved over and looked at the laptop. It was some computer game around farming? Virgil opened the social tab and looked through the list, seeing how many hearts he had with Marnie.

“Oooh, ‘single’? Does that mean you can go woo some villagers?” Roman asked, grinning.

“Once you have enough friendship hearts, yeah. Then date and marry them. You can even have two children with them.” Virgil answered, closing out of the social screen.

“That looks interesting! When is it my turn?!”

“Not now.”

“But I want to play the new game!”

“You have your own computer.”

“But it’ll be a whole new game! This one is already well underway!”

“You are not messing up my farm, Princey. I’ve put a lot into it and I do not need you going in and messing things up.”

“If only we could all play together! That would be so much fun!” Patton said.

“I… well…maybe? Let me finish this day and I can check something.”

“You think there’s a way to do multiplayer!?”

“If I remember the start screen well enough, yeah.”

Patton started giggling as he jumped off the couch. “I’ll go get my laptop then! Come on, you two!”

Virgil rolled his eyes as Pat and the twins vanished back into the mindscape. He finished up his day before closing out of his farm and looking into the co-op option. He slowly figured out how to set it up and had just opened the new farm when the three of them returned with their laptops.

It took Virgil a little investing to figure out how to share it with the others but it worked out and soon they had their first crop planted. Not even three days into the game, Roman had announced his intentions of wooing Elliot, who he insisted was the most romantic NPC. Remus liked pulling trash out of their little ponds and gifting it to everyone. Patton was talking to everyone and just enjoying the game. Virgil was happy that the planting and harvesting of crops was less stressful with extra help.

 ****

 It was too quiet. Logan liked the quiet, but it was also nerve-wracking. He knew the twins had been arguing pretty much all afternoon over Remus having released a goose into the Imagination and it had apparently chased Roman from one end to the other with a knife. Something about some game. It was still too early in the afternoon for the twins to have stopped yelling at each other. He also didn’t hear Patton singing or a movie in the background, breaking up the silence. Logan also knew that this was a bad day for Virgil, but he assumed that the anxious side fell asleep or something.

“Have you seen the trash rat?” a voice asked behind Logan.

Logan would deny the small shout and jumping as he spun to see Dee standing there, unamused. He quickly recomposed himself and straightened his tie. Dee noted that the logical side’s eyes were relieved though upon seeing him.

“Salutations, Dee. No, I have not seen Remus. I have not seen anyone in the past couple of hours, in fact.”

“Locked yourself in your room again, have you?”

“No, I have not. I was reading in the commons. I eventually noticed that everything was too calm though and went to investigate. You are the first side I have seen since.”

Dee raised an eyebrow. “Well, those four don’t have enough brain cells to open a jar with instructions right in front of them.”

“Which also concerns me.”

“Have you checked Thomas’s house, yet? The hissing cat of a side would probably place himself where he could see Thomas if the anxiety from earlier was any indication.”

Logan considered it. “No, I have not. That is a valid point though.”

“Let’s go, then.”

Logan hadn’t even fully risen up before he heard Roman screeching. He assumes that this meant the goose with a knife didn’t kill the prince in the Imagination, then. Logan noted all the sides who’d been missing, sitting around the living room on their laptops. Roman was screeching at his twin about something with hitting someone with a slingshot.

“Glad to see that you lot didn’t get yourselves lost in the mindscape.” Dee drawled.

“Shut up, I have blueberries to harvest and I already have that mess over there to ignore,” Virgil stated.

“What?” Dee and Logan responded in unison, confused.

“We’re playing a farming game! Do you two want to join?” Patton asked excitedly.

“Wiki says that multiplayer only goes up to four, Pat,” Virgil commented.

“Well, if you’re playing a game, there are bound to be mods.”

 ****

 Thomas woke up groaning as light hit him. Blearily he glanced at the time, surprised to see that what was supposed to be a short nap turned into a full night of sleep plus some. He ran a hand through his hair, knowing that he was in for a long lecture from Logan about sleeping for 16 hours.

He got out of bed and got ready for the day, unnaturally so calm that it mildly worried him. He couldn’t even worry himself about the lack of anxiety. He finally started downstairs before the voices in the living room alerted him to the fact his sides were all present.

Thomas peeked around the wall, to see all his sides sitting around the living room on their laptops. A giant whiteboard sat in front of the TV with Logan’s scribbled handwriting all over it. On Thomas’s coffee table sat his laptop, with the game that he’d given Virgil open. It took a moment before Thomas realized what was going on, but he chuckled to himself when he did.

After taking a picture of the living room, Thomas continued downstairs as Logan stood up and went to the whiteboard. He scribbled something next to Roman’s name before coloring in a patch of squares. Thomas greeted the room. Logan was the only one to glance over to the host. Everyone else kept their eyes focused on the game, though they all muttered a greeting back.

Thomas went into the kitchen to make some breakfast. He decided on some eggs and toast. Easy, no real thought process. He opened the fridge and pulled out the egg carton. Taking an egg out, he was struck with the disappointed thought of ‘the spirits and chickens must be displeased with me today’.

The host marched into the living room and over to his anxious side. He didn’t say anything as he held the egg up to him. Virgil glanced up and noticed his host and the egg. The anxious side didn’t have anything to say, so merely shrugged.

“The spirits and chickens must be displeased then.”

“I don’t even know what that means!”

“They are displeased.”

Patton giggled. “You want to join us, Thomas?”

“We already have a cabin and character set up for you, if you would like to join our group one. Just be careful not to close the command prompt. It will shut the game down. We had to add mods to play with everyone.” Logan commented, looking over his board of information.

Thomas looked around at his living room full of sides, peacefully–or well as peacefully as he could ever hope– playing the game. Sure, the twins were bickering, but that was more of their sibling relationship than actual anger this time.

“Won’t it mess up whatever you guys already got going on?”

“Nah, Lo would just reorganize who tends to which crops. Real issue would be who you plan on dating. I’ve called Elliot, Patton is going for Sam, Remus wants Emily, Logan is after Maru, Dee wants to date Shane, and Vee is in between dating Sebastian or Abigail or even just rooming with Krobus. But if you would rather one of them, I’m sure we’d be willing to let you, our most amazing and beloved host, steal our crush.” Roman said.

“Flattery will not save you if he wants the isolated writer on the beach, kiss-up,” Dee commented.

“Statistically speaking, it is more likely that Thomas would choose one of Virgil’s choices due to the fact he is in between three choices or one of the remaining dating NPCs. Factoring in his preferences though, he is most likely to pursue Sam or Sebastian.”

“I have no idea what any of that means, but sure. I’ll join. Just let me get some breakfast.” Thomas glanced at his anxious side. “Without the spirits or whatever being disappointed. I’ll have you know that these are technically large eggs and I have no idea why that is an important factor or whatever.”

“That works. I will factor your playing into our assignments.” Logan said, setting his laptop in front of Patton. “Make sure Logic gets to be before the hard bedtime.”

Thomas laughed as he shook his head. He went back into the kitchen to make something to eat, occasionally peeking into the living room as he heard Dee try and convince Logan to give him a certain crop while the logical side rearranged the work. Thomas couldn’t help the smile as he decided that he would need to find some way to thank Talyn for this suggestion. Still, that was for later. He wasn’t getting anything other than virtual farming done today since all of his sides seemed to be intent on this.

“The spirits are very happy today.” Thomas found himself muttering, not sure what it meant but knowing that it was a good thing.

[leggomylino]

❧

Just after he died, he sat up. 

You stare at your game, completely dumbfounded.

What the heck?! I know I just killed him with that last attack! I totally crushed the sorry little--

“Ding!”

“Ahh!”

You nearly drop your DS in a state of panic.

“What? Who? Where?!”

“Ding! Ding!” 

Slowly you look toward the only source of light in your room, other than your game screens and whatever’s managing to peek in through your curtains. With a shaky breath of past anxiety you crawl across the cream-colored carpet of your bedroom to lift your phone off the desk, stopping next to a grape juice stain that was 100% Han Jisung’s fault.

Speaking of Han Jisung...

Crap, you’d completely forgotten about him! You rush to the window, opening it just as a rock comes flying for your face, having to duck to avoid a black eye or a chipped tooth.   This guy. You peer down at him from your second story window.

“What the heck are you doing?! You almost killed me!” “Killed you?! I was aiming for the window not you!” You have to stifle a laugh at seeing him soaking wet from the automatic timed sprinklers in the neighbor’s yard, but it doesn’t go so well.

“Ha-ha, yes, laughing at my misery just like the rest of them. Hyunjin and Jeongin totally have corrupted you, liar…” You roll your eyes before throwing him a Sailor Moon blanket that could use a good run through the wash anyway, traces of a smile still evident on your face. “Geez, quit being such a whiny baby. I’m coming down, okay? Meet me out front!” “You expect me to trek back through no-man’s land?! What if my computer gets━”

That’s the last thing you heard, since you’d already rounded the corner on your way down the hall. You make a quick job of retying the messy bun of your I-may-or-may-not-have-been-brushed-in-the-past-twenty-four-hours hair before sliding down the rail of your staircase like a pro and swinging the front door open. Han meets you with a sour look on his face. He and Sailor Moon are both soaking wet, but somehow Luna and his laptop had managed to make it out unscathed. “I’m telling on you.”

“To who?” you laugh, stepping aside to let him in. “Hurry up and wait right here. I’ll go get you some fresh towels.”

He steps inside while his sour face turns quizzical, then slightly amused. “Hurry up and wait right here? The heck does that mean?”

“It means what it says! I mean, what it sounds like! Just…” You lock the door behind him, and he smiles. “How many cups this time?”

“......”

“C’mon, (y/n),” he chides, slinging off his pack at the door and tossing the wet blanket beside it. “How many?” Your brows furrow. “You’re not gonna tell on me, are you?”

His smile is nothing less than mischievous. “I dunno. Am I?” “Mrgrgr…” You march off to get him those fresh towels, your hostile movements warning him not to follow you, which he only laughs at and does anyway. ‘Cause that’s just the kind of jerk Han Jisung is. Smh.

The towels in the dryer are still warm from whence the cycle ended some hour and twenty minutes ago, so you toss him a couple of those and a smaller hand towel for his face or computer, whichever he decides to use it on. The pleasing scent of ginseng and honey-lavender dryer sheets wafts over your face and fills the small laundry room as you pull yourself out of the metallic chamber. “So what’s going on? Did you really come all the way over here just because you’re mad about the group text?”

He opens his mouth to say something, but the doorbell rings before he has a chance to answer. 

You blink towards the sound as realization crosses your face. “Wait right here. I’ll be right back!” You have to be careful as you scurry on sock-clad feet across the honey-brown floorboards to the front door again, passively on the lookout for any water Han tracked on his way in. You can’t help but smile with excitement as you fling the door open. You frown. So does Felix when he sees the look on your face. “Wow. Someone’s excited to see me.” “You’re not Jaemin,” you state dumbly. He manages to keep a completely stoic face as he shakes his head.

“No, I’m not. Who’s that?”

“My brother. I’m expecting him to come visit me soon. He does every Sunday.”

“I see.” He’s looking down at his phone, then pockets it a moment later whilst giving you a cheesy smile. “Are you gonna let me in? I’d hate to meet the same fate as Han. Especially because I just upgraded my phone for the new game release tomorrow.” You do your best to cast away your disappointment as you let him inside. “Yeah, whatever, come join the party.” You stick your head out the door to check left, then right, ensuring no other thots were left unaccounted for before locking up again. “You got other company or somethin’?” he asks, eyeing Han’s things.    “Nah, just Han. He stopped by like five minutes ago. He’s in the laundry room drying off.” You begin making your way back with Felix following a few steps behind you. “So what are you doing here? Also show me your phone, I wanna see! Wait, hold on, why do you need a new phone for Ultrascape? It’s not an app game, they’re only releasing it for Xbox and PS4. Also--” Felix begins to laugh a bit, eyeing you from above his phone screen that’d mysteriously found its way back into his hands. “Someone’s had coffee today. How many cups?” You groan as you break the threshold into the laundry room. “Seriously, you too? Why can’t you guys both just leave me alone…Hyunjin and Innie never give me a hard time about my drinking habits.” They both find amusement in your pouting, Han having just finished drying his laptop and tossing the towel into the hamper. “Wow, so you really do like them better than us. We can’t help it if it’s incredibly entertaining to make fun of your addiction problem.” “I wouldn’t say incredibly entertaining, but...yeah, pretty much.” the Australian boy agrees, giving a little shrug. He begins to mumble and ramble things into his shiny new phone screen. “Also it’s...y’know, kinda cute.” Something exotic washes over your cheeks and paints a picture of a sunny spring day on your insides, but you’re able to thankfully dismiss it as so thirty seconds ago as the doorbell rings yet a third time. This time when you open the door, you’re able to uphold the sheer joy on your face at seeing Jaemin smiling down at you with a drink carrier in one hand and a bouquet of lilies in the other. The ever-so-slight ombre tints in the roots of his light-dyed hair remind you of just how long it’s really been since you last saw him, even if it was only just a week. “I am Li-ly~ Of the va-lley~” he starts to sing, and you laugh, taking the drink carrier and giving him a cheesy wink. You sing back to humor him.    “Of the quiet peaceful valley over there~”

You fling your hand out into a random direction off yonder, and you both burst into a fit of giggles like it’s the funniest thing in the world. The moment you open the door to Jaemin’s weekly Sunday visits, every time, no matter what’s going on, the collection of stressful events and uninvited anxiety in your life just seems to melt away into nothing; one of the many things you loved about your brother. But Han Jisung doesn’t seem to get it, given the blank expression on his face as he’s staring the two of you down from ten feet away. He doesn’t say anything either, only making things that much more awkward. “Umm…” You put on another grin as you gesture to your brother like a Nobel prize, since he may as well be anyway. “Han, this is my brother Jaemin. This is Han Jisung, one of my friends I was telling you about.” you explain. Jaemin’s smile is genuine as he gives the young man a polite nod, the other doing the same in return. “A pleasure. Thank you for looking after (y/n) in my absence. I know she can be a handful the way she’s always running into things.” “You mean like trouble? Yeah, she does that a lot. You should have seen her when we introduced her to Minecraft. But yeah, the pleasure’s mine as well.” “Minecraft?” Jae gives you a strange look above his normally sunny disposition, to which you reply with a playful shove and a roll of your eyes.    “Yes Jae, Minecraft. Come on, you have to at least know that one.” “It’s not that I’ve never heard of it before. I’m just surprised you’re letting the season pass for League of Legends that I just bought you go to waste.” “I’m not!” you protest, stamping down your foot. “I just played a few rounds with Felix and Jeongin the other day!”

He shakes his head, tsking. “A few rounds...a hundred and eighty dollars down the toilet.” “Not so! We won! And I even...” Your voice trails off again as you look around, suddenly realizing something━ really someone━ is missing. You shoot Han a curious glare. “Where’s the other thot?” He’s engrossed in his phone like Felix was when he showed up at the door a bit ago, raising his eyebrows to show that he heard you. “Hm? Oh, he left about two seconds after you ran out of the other room. He got an emergency call from work.” “Oh…” You don’t mean to sound so disappointed, but it just comes out that way, and you can only hope the others didn’t notice. “Do you know what he came here for?” He mimics the action from before. “...Mmm...yeah, just a sec…” Just a sec quickly becomes a full minute, then two. You know the look on his face all too well. He’s definitely playing Fortnite. That’s what I get for giving him the WiFi password…

You grab Jaemin’s arm, pulling him away into the kitchen. Thankfully he doesn’t ask any questions. “Thanks for the coffee,” you say, pulling out your favorite particular beverage from the carrier after placing it on the island. Jaemin chuckles while searching the cabinets for a vase to put the flowers in. “It’s decaf, just so you know. I don’t need you bouncing off the walls after 3 pm, especially in your condition.” You frown at that last remark, but it doesn’t compare to the dreaded aura you send towards the thick stack of cards you failed to notice he’d been holding in his back pocket with a few smaller ones in the flowers. “What’s all that?” you ask; but you already know the answer. He’s eyeing you with warmth and delight, making it that much worse. “Why, this is your fan mail! I’ve got a tote bag full of them out in the car, but I just picked these up from the post-office on my way over. I thought they were for me because they were addressed in my name, but I think the girls must have gotten confused on who to address it to.” You scoff. No, they were just bold. Here’s the thing about your fan mail: It wasn’t for you. It was never for you. 

It was for Jaemin. Your supposed “fans” couldn’t give less of a hoot about you or your health. It was your strikingly handsome, fashionable, polished, boyfriend-material brother they were after. The moment your friends...who were never really your friends to begin with...the moment they found out you had a brother, and that that brother was Na Jaemin, well, they all about had a meltdown of lovesick heartache and went batsh*t crazy. It was then you realized they’d never really been your friends at all, that they’d just heard some petty rumor that you and Jae were dating, and when he cleared it up that oh, no, that’s only my sister, they just started using you to get closer to him. Word had spread over the time of your departure from the university, and after moving back home within the first two weeks one of those Mean Girls (probably Regina) thought it’d be a swell idea to send you a get-well card in order to get under your brothers good graces. And because your sweet caring brother also had to be such a gullible dumbass, he had to go and tweet the word out that it’d be so great to see more of these! thinking those girls actually cared. 

They cared alright, but not about you. So now you were getting mounds and mounds of these petty fake Get better! We’re always think of you! Hellmark greeting cards. And ironically, they were what fed your anxiety as of late. You open your mouth to finally tell Jaemin what’s really going on, because surely if he wasn’t getting it by now and the girls were getting this desperate it’d gone on long enough, but as you turn your eyes up to him from staring into the onyx marble counter-top something thin and sharp pierces a nerve in your gut. It’s Jaemin. You didn’t notice it before when he was standing so close, but now as you’re seeing him from across the kitchen, beneath the recessed lighting, he’s...thin. So thin. He’d always been slim, but never thin. He turns to the side, and you’re able to see his face now. His skin is a strange, almost translucent color, and there are deep purple blueberries under his eyes, the bags weighed down with hours and hours of lost sleep piled on by stress that shows in the poor coloration of his face. He’s still an attractive guy, of course, but...he looks like he’s auditioning for the role of Death. “Jaemin?” you say instead. Your voice comes out wavered, distorted, unsure. “Are you okay?”

“Hm?” He turns his head all the way towards you, and you feel like an idiot for not noticing as soon as you opened the door. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He smiles. “Why do you ask?”

Bless his heart, he’s putting on that fake smile for your benefit. You can feel your protective mom instincts winding into submission, the ones that usually only kick in when Jeongin’s around or that time Jaemin got the flu. “I dunno, you just look really...tired.” You stand. “Do you wanna lie down? I can take care of the flowers. I’m pretty sure the guest room is still clean if━ or maybe if you wanna crash of the couch for a bit━” His laughter cuts you off, and he shakes his head while waving a hand at you. “I’m fine, really. I’m always tired, you know this. Besides,” He finds a clear blue vase, carefully arranging the flowers inside and filling it with water. “You’re the one that needs to be resting. Go make yourself comfortable in the living room and pick out something for us to watch.” “......” “...What? Did you want to play a game instead?”

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[𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚍𝚘?   𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝   𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢   𝙱𝚊𝚐 ➤ 𝚁𝚞𝚗 ]

“......” You shake your head, wandering out into the living room.

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[𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎? ➤ 𝚈𝚎𝚜    𝙽𝚘]

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