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letshaikyuu · 4 years ago

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haikyuu characters and what do they post on instagram? choose your faves :)

𝚑𝚚!! 𝚘𝚗 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 · · · ♡

· · · 𝚊/𝚗: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚖𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 !!

· · · 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍

· · · 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

· · · 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝚘𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚞, 𝚔𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚘, 𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚒, 𝚖𝚒𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚞, 𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞

· · · 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚜

𝚘𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚞 · · · ♡

Oikawa would be today’s influencer lol. His Instagram is perfectly themed, all the pictures make sense and either show him in a sexy-ass pose or something he thoroughly enjoys – like volleyball, milk bread, and aliens. His theme itself doesn’t have any funny pictures because he wants people to see him as a professional volleyball player – that’s why he keeps posting himself at practice

Definitely posts himself sporting the official Argentinian jersey, but who are we to judge

Unlike his feed, his highlighted stories (I forgot the name oops) and private stories show his friends just how big of an idiot he really is lol. He posts funny photos, videos from practice or him failing at cooking something. He doesn’t fear being judged on there, so he only posts things like this on his ‘close friends’ list – all of the ex-Seijoh members are on there and a few people from other schools

He also has separate stories for each country he travels to. Those stories usually show the places he visited, the food he ate and if he was with the team – pictures of them training or playing beach volleyball depending on the country. He never fails to post a selfie of him at the beach, sunglasses on and sun-kissed skin, making every fangirl of his squeal when looking at the picture

The ex-Seijoh third years always tease him on almost every post he shows up himself because they love him just like that <3

He definitely has a large following because he posts frequently and people love seeing him on their dash. Oikawa is actually really aesthetic and he knows when something looks good. Also, does Instagram lives with some of his teammates whenever they travel somewhere. You can clearly tell from his Instagram that he’s living the life

𝚔𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚘 · · · ♡

His posts are very infrequent and kind of messy. He doesn’t have a particular theme going on and he posts whatever he wants and whenever he wants. His stories are usually of a milk carton placed on the bench while he waits for the bus – timestamp of course because it’s the only sticker Kageyama actually knows how to find and use

Kageyama in high school and as a young adult can’t be compared – even when it comes to Instagram. As someone who’s now a public figure, he needs to show himself in a better and proper light, so he takes what he posts more seriously. Deletes all the useless things he used to post back as a teen and starts of his new feed with a photo of him and the Schweiden Adlers.

After that, his posts have more of a theme to them because Hoshiumi keeps criticizing him when he scrolls through his gallery; he then recommends Kageyama to keep his theme more like a sailor theme – blue and white. So, when you open Kageyama’s Instagram now, it still has his signature milk carton and volleyball action shots, but it looks more professional, the shots emphasizing Kageyama’s physique more

Oikawa once comments about how buff his Tobio-chan is getting and the public went wild

Hinata also commented how Kageyama keeps growing and he’s still shorter

There’s no doubt that he has at least one picture on his feed of the whole Karasuno team – probably after a win and all of them are smiling like crazy that even Tsukishima has an indication of a smile on his lips - and a selfie with Hoshiumi and Ushijima – courtesy of Hoshiumi himself. He doesn’t have a huge following, but people aren’t blind and can see how handsome Kageyama really is

𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚒 · · · ♡

So, he has Instagram more to stay in contact with his friends because there’s a handful of them overseas and Tsukishima just wants to see what they’re doing because he doesn’t want to lose contact with them - yes, he doesn’t want to lose the only real friends he truly made in high school

Anyhow, him actually posting something on his feed is very rare - he’s too lazy to take pictures and too lazy to post them and actually care about posting. The only photos of him on his feed are the ones his teammates had taken of him or Yamaguchi

They’re pretty aesthetic, ngl. Tsukishima strikes me as someone who’d look effortlessly good on camera if he decided to do so

His stories are a different story. Tsukishima likes randomly taking a photo of anything he finds cool or ‘aesthetic’ as Yamaguchi taught him - it’s usually with a timestamp or date, a cup of coffee (or strawberry shortcake lol), or a book on the table with the sun/moonlight invading amidst the curtains. He’d also take a lot of photos during his break from working at the Museum - this is such a Tsukishima job, I can’t

He also reposts (?) stories of him once someone tags him in their own - usually Yamaguchi or Hinata when the Karasuno alumni meet up (I’m not crying, but that’s sad to me for some reason)

Doesn’t have a large following and is content with his followers being people he actually knows and not some ‘obsessed fangirls and fanboys’ as he’d put it - definitely messes with Kageyama, saying how his resting bitch face is finally useless and gaining attraction. No, they didn’t argue, not at all lol

𝚖𝚒𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚞 · · · ♡

I can’t not call him an influencer because his Instagram basically screams someone who’s well-known. He doesn’t pay much attention to themes and if his posts look nice, put together on his feed - he knows his photos are good, so he doesn’t worry at all about things like that

He does have something similar to a theme going on - his photos are either taken at the gym, during matches and in places that have dim lighting. Definitely takes pictures in those fancy-ass sofas fancy restaurants have or in their bathrooms because he looks very posh then. But, damn, does he rock shirts with the first few buttons popped open

And then you see Osamu in the comments saying how he didn’t have enough money to buy a proper shirt and that’s sad

The Black Jackals have a ball in his comments section, but that’s not the only place they frequent on his feed. Like most, he has a lot of stories designated for his close friends only - designated cause Bokuto definitely trains in the gym without his shirt on <3. He also posts a shit ton of gym selfies or when he’s lifting weights and Hinata is the one taking the picture

Also someone with a large following who catches the public’s eye. I feel like people who have no clue who he is and what sport he plays would still follow him because he’s just hot - and, well, aesthetic and pleasing to look at ngl, I’d follow him too

Loves taking derpy pictures of his teammates and posting him on ‘close friends’ because Sakusa would murder him if the picture of him caught mid-sneeze went online - but damn, Sakusa looked good even in that picture frame, Atsumu is jealous

People go crazy when he posts a picture together with Osamu because people can’t handle twice the amount of hotness

𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 · · · ♡

He has this fine contrast between posting something sporty and something nerdy, so to say. His feed is a pretty accurate representation of Kuroo as a person because you can find a lot of things he’s into and he doesn’t mind posting pictures that might seem a tad bit embarrassing

Now, he, too, doesn’t have a theme specialized for his feed because he’s more of a ‘post whatever and it’ll somehow fit in’ and he posts rather frequently because he has a lot of pictures in his gallery. Loves posting pictures of hangouts or when he’s reunited with some of his friends after a long time with a witty caption or ‘good to see you back, bro’ (cough cough Yaku-)

On his story, he loves posting aesthetic photos of his food and drinks, especially if he’s in a coffee shop and he intentionally dresses formally for the perfect Instagram story. It’s basically him holding the cup to tea to his lips and looking out the window, his coat hanging over his shoulders and giving him a rather sophisticated feel

You also find Kenma on his stories being as aesthetic and more with Kuroo because they’re eye-catching in public places

Besides that, he also likes posting about his notes and like a timestamp with his desk and paperwork, laptop, and a succulent placed neatly on it. He’d have a cat who’d he also post a lot about or just opts for posting ‘throwback Thursday’ pictures taken back during his Nekoma days

Not that big of a following, but he does have a decent amount. Does Instagram lives as well! - usually when they have a Nekoma reunion or they’re at a karaoke bar and Kuroo wants to show how bad they are at singing lol. He doesn’t forget to hide the alcohol tho

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sassykittynoir · 5 years ago

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The Fashion Rebellion of Adrien Agreste || Part I

Pairing: Adrinette (Marinette Dupain-Cheng x Adrien Agreste) Warnings: Mention of alcohol consumption. Words Count: 1,8k words.

A/N: I would like to say a huge thanks to my dear friend @smileytrinity for her infinite patience and help and support, as well as @helgabatwrittings who motivated me to write this. @miraculouslyinloveagain, @sparklesfriend4700-blog I hope you’ll enjoy this Adrinette. Well, I hope everyone does. <3

His plan was devious. If Plagg's giggles were any indication, Adrien would say he had crossed the line between mischief and Machiavellian by a long shot... alright, maybe it was an overstatement.

"What you’re doing is more dabbling into little shit territory than being an evil menace.” Plagg drawled over his shoulders, only to shrug in disinterest when Adrien remarked that Plagg's barometer was skewed when it came to chaos and mischief.

Evil misdoings or shenanigans, Adrien couldn't bring himself to care or feel an ounce of guilt. After all, a taste of his own medicine wouldn't kill his father.

The whole thing had started a few months ago. He didn't know how such an innocent idea had gotten so out of hand. But, could anyone blame him for wanting to get back at his father when his actions were marred by his malicious intent?

Adrien had once believed his father was an overprotective parent, but, as the years went by, gone was the blind trust he had placed in the adults of his life. The Lucid maturity replaced the juvenile naivety. The perfect family facade had long since shattered, a cold truth seeping inches by inches in its cracks.

The idea blossomed into a fully-fledged plot almost overnight. Mere hours after his father — well Nathalie — had informed Adrien that he couldn't attend Marinette's picnic because his schedule had been modified to accommodate a last minute photoshoot. He had been so irritated that —

“ — I really want to get back at him.” Adrien hissed, plopping down on Chloe's bed. He felt bad for the glare he directed at Mr.cuddly. The poor bear didn't deserve it.

“I’m not going to pretend I understand why you want to attend this dwee — Marinette’s” — Chloe relented at Adrien’s pointed look — “Marinette’s picnic.” Chloe rolled her eyes in disdain, applying the finishing touch to her makeup: a glittery peach lip gloss. ”But this is utterly ridiculous. You're eighteen! You should have the freedom to go wherever you want to. You’ll have wrinkles if you keep frowning like that.”

Adrien couldn't help the small huff of amusement falling past his lips. He took a deep breath in order to calm down. The last thing he needed was to be akumatized before the charity gala he was attending even began. At least Chloe — whom he considered his sister — would be attending as well.

“I have the perfect solution!” Chloe wiped out her phone, typing furiously until she reached the homepage of Versace’s online shop. “Retail therapy helps wonder. Care to put a dent in daddy dearest’s fortune?” She turned to face Adrien a grin on her face, the skirt of her haute couture dress swirling in a flurry of sequined organza.

“You know he doesn't care about my shopping sprees, Chlo. I wouldn't have a climbing wall in my bed room if he did.” Adrien sighed suddenly deflated and laid his cheek atop of Mr. Cuddly’s head. He did give the best cuddles.

Chloe’s only answer was an noncommittal hum and joined Adrien’s on the bed. In an uncharacteristic gesture of comfort, she rested her hand on Adrien’s thigh “Do you know what he cares about? Your pretty face.”

“Go on.” He encouraged, cocking one eyebrow up in interest, mood perking up.

“What could make a designer angrier than seeing the face of his brand, his ambassador, publicly endorsing another brand?”

Adrien could have kissed Chloe in sheer gratitude. “Chloe, you're a genius!”

“Yeah, I know. I'm just misunderstood.” she scoffed, one hand twirling a curl of hair framing her face.

—

“We don't have all night! Post it or don't, but make your decision. All this hesitation is ruining my appetite.” Plagg whined. How he could manage to sound so childish yet so disdainful at the same time was beyond Adrien’s understanding. Yet, the kwami had no trouble accomplishing such feat while sitting on Adrien’s shoulders, a slice of Camembert between his paws.

“Thanks for the moral support.” Adrien muttered. So what if he had been sprawled on his bed for the past hour, phone in hands debating whether he should be posting the video or not. To be petty, or not to be? That was the question. An existential question, one might add, as his finger hovered the share button on his screen. Teeth worrying his bottom lip. Should he really listen to the little devil on his shoulders? Should he even consider his opinion when his brain was still muddled? He had too many cocktails, tonight.

“You’re thinking too loudly.” Plagg complained, words stretching around a yawn. “There!” he hissed, flying over Adrien’s shoulders to press share. “I posted it for you. It’ll teach your old man a lesson.”

“Plagg!!” Adrien whispered, venom lacing his tone. “I can’t believe you did that! Two minutes in the drawer of shame!” He spat, opening the top drawer of his nightstand.

An indignant scoff bubbled out the kwami’s throat. He titled his chin up in defiance as he plopped down on the plush pillows installed in the drawer of shame. “Just so you know, I’m going there on my own volition. A drawer full of silk pillows is hardly what I call a punishment.” he declared, petulant.

“For someone who is supposed to be offended, you're certainly not eager to delete the video.” Plagg delivered the coup de grace in a disconcerting nonchalance, before eating his slice of cheese. As frustrated as Adrien was with Plagg, he had to admit, the idea had not crossed his mind once.

“I'm deleting it now.” Adrien declared just because he could, yet he made no effort to move.

"Huh huh. Sure you will!" Plagg retorted back. It took Adrien all the force he could muster not to dignify the tiny cat with an answer. He would be the better person.

—

It had taken 8 hours of beauty sleep, for Adrien to wrap his head around the fact that he posted such a video of himself. He almost regretted his decision not to delete it upon waking up. Almost, but his head was pounding and he was never drinking alcohol ever again. After all, he did post, on Instagram, a 1:06 minutes long video of himself — two dry martinis away from drunkenness — singing along, no, belting along the lyrics ”Versace On the Floor” by Bruno Mars featuring Chloe’s judging looks, just to get back at his father. And yet, Adrien couldn't fight the feeling of satisfaction surging through his body when he noticed that #Versace was trending on all social media.

The video going viral in a matter of hours? Expected. Fans sliding into his DMs?Anticipated. Nino freaking out over texts? Typical.

What he hadn't counted on, however, was his video being broadcast on TV. Adrien watched with stupor as a journalist reported — with supporting images — how crowds of fan girls were waiting in queues outside of Versace’s boutiques to buy a dress. “Versace sales skyrocket after model video goes viral” read the words in bold yellow letters. He chocked on his eggs Benedict, eyes watering as he forced the food down his throat.

“Oh, I’m was screwed. Father is going to kill me.” Adrien whispered to himself, voice barely audible over Plagg’s laughter.

—

”Dude you decided to kill the internet overnight? Were you drunk? Are you sure your old man isn’t going to kill you? You were on the news! The news, bro! -- every girl been gush-- ”

Adrien was trying to pay attention to Nino, he really was, but his attention was otherwise diverted by Marinette and Alya’s conversation.

"He looked like an angel, so handsome. The disheveled look with the undone bow tie, and open dress shirt.” Marinette sighed. Adrien could hear the smile in her voice.

”Yeah, I know...” Alya interrupted, somewhat amused. ”-- He looked so good in his suit. His pant hugged his ass so perfectly. You've been gushing about him for two days, Marinette, two days.” Adrien knew it was rude to eavesdrop, but who was Marinette talking about? Not that he cared, really. It was none of his business who Marinette was crushing on. She was just a friend. But why did he felt a sudden pang in his chest at the thought that a boy had caught his friend’s attention. ”I get it! Sunshine was stunning in that video.”

Wait. Hold on. What?!

If sunshine was Adrien and Adrien was sunshine, did it mean Marinette had been talking about him? The Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Beautiful, creative, kind, intelligent Marinette? Marinette who was standing in front of him and currently paying for her caramel macchiato with a dash of cinnamon? That couldn’t be possible.

Adrien.exe had stopped running. The epiphany short-circuited his brain. His eyes widened ever so slightly as the information finally sank in. His heart squeezed, then skipped a beat. And —

His train of thoughts came to a skidding halt.

"Dude, it's rude to stare at Marinette's butt like that.” Nino whispered in his ears and despite the fried synapses in his brain, Adrien still had the presence of mind to let out a noncommittal hum as an answer. Then, Nino’s words registered. A second too late if the knowing smile tugging at the corners of Nino’s lips was any indication. Blood rushed to his cheeks, tinting them a soft pink.

"You're totally blushing too! Are those thoughts appropriate?"

"I- I - I wasn't checking her out! ” Adrien stammered. Head shaking in disapproval. ”Marinette’s just... a friend. Yeah, a friend!” He forced the words out of his mouth in a breathless pant. ”Is she really though?” A treacherous part of mind wondered. Adrien didn't have to be a psychic to know — from the smug look on his best friend’s face — that Nino was about to ask the same question.

”Oh shut up, Nino.” He mumbled, words devoid of any real vehemence. He was definitely not checking out Marinette’s butt. Not that Marinette’s butt wasn��t worthy of being checked out. She had a nice butt, and the way her skin tight jeans were hugging her in all the right places, leaving almost little to the imagination...Her legs, her toned, long, legs that seemed to go on for miles... Marinette was just perfect... From a perfectly platonic friend’s point of view, of course. It was just a friendly observation. Those were cute jeans, as a model he was bound to notice them.

”You're still doing it.” Nino teased a second time, in his ears. The look Adrien threw his way was cold enough to freeze over the arctic ocean. Global warning solved with just one look.

A few minutes later, when the four of them were walking to their usual table in the coffee shop, drinks in hands. When Alya asked him “what’s got you so flustered, Sunshine? After the hip trusts in that video, it be must be quite something if it impresses you, huh? Adrien knew he was never getting out of this alive. He was royally screwed.

#adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #adrinette #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #chat noir #ladybug #plagg #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #chloe bourgeois #Moon writes

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wren-bishop · 4 years ago

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Bishop Gameroom // The boys

Wren, Stevie, Jesse, and Chase get together to go over some text messages.

@stevie-summers @jessekxller @chase-stephens

Wren: Wren was sitting with his phone plugged into the TV to cast, "Seriously, look at these" he said, happy they were having a moment away from Jonah. He felt bad about it all.

Jesse: Jesse watched as the text messages played came up on the tv. "Oh my god." He said speachless

Wren: "Also! I posted this instagram story at [insert time] and she tweeted, hear me out at [insert time]. Am I crazy??? She's tweeting about me, right?" said Wren feeling like a maniac.

Stevie: Stevie couldn't help but laugh, "This girl is really a piece of work."

Jesse: Jesse's eyes went wide. "Oh yeah thats def about you, but you could chill with the grey. My poor eyes can't unsee that."

Wren: "I wasn't thinking about that" said Wren, "I was just tryna be confident, gimme a break. Also trying to catch a new honey" he added.

Chase: Chase rolled up, "hey guys, she has strep so I'm here and why is Wren's gray sweatpants thirst trap just chillin on the tv?" said Chase as he sat down on the couch, Wren caught him up to speed and showed the texts. "So is anyone gonna tell Jonah?" he asked.

Stevie: "You look dude. Nothing wrong with showing off a bit." Stevie told Wren with a smile before turning her attention to Chase. "Not it! I got nothing to do with this. This one's on you guys."

Chase: "Can't someone just tell Juliette? I feel like she gives him bad news all the time" said Chase, hoping to god it wouldn't be him. But lets be honest, it was totally going to be him.

Jesse: Jesse shook his head "I would... but Me + Jonah + devyn = a bad discussio"

Jesse: "I just..... I can't believe she called you daddy right up in there.."

Wren: "Right? At first I was kinda into getting even with Jonah, but she kept mentioning him and then hitting on me? Like I'm usually not good with this stuff ... but even I noticed" said Wren

Jesse: "And people look at me sideways when I say she plays them mind games. The 'I only think of you' meanwhile she trynna slide down my pants and yours"

Wren: "In my defense, I am horny and weak ... and she's so hot" said Wren with a wince, "but I think she might legit be nuts, also did you see that thing about how she said I'm friends with nerds?? The audacity when she's wanted like half of us"

Stevie: "You think she would've learned after screwing you over." Stevie motioned her head towards Jesse. "I guess Chase is next." she patted the boy's back.

Chase: "I mean, she called me a perv ... so I think that I'm safe for now" said Chase, "also two out of three of these conspiracies are traaaaaaaaaaaash. Riley not being blind? That's a low blow" he added, kinda annoyed.

Jesse: "Yeah, shes hot be let me be real. Her head game is weak and the sex is kinda boring." Jesse said with a shrug. "Bro. I heard that the car accident she was in was like.. really bad. She told me she was in the hospital for months."

Stevie: "Couldn't be me." Stevie shook her head. "But yeah, I'm not really sure why she would think Riley would lie about something like that."

Jesse: "She said its because shes good at cheer." Jesse said pulling out his phone and pulluing up her instagram and scrolling. "Whats a worlds champion?" He said before watching some videos from before her accident. "Oh my god how does someone do flips like that????" He said a bit shook. "I don't think shes lying. I've witnessed her walk into a door once"

Chase: "Riley was the best on the team before the accident, and she definitely still kicks ass" said Chase.

Wren: "The sex was boring? Not doing that again" said Wren with an eyeroll.

Jesse: "And shes hot." Jesse pointed out. "Go griffin, hot and flexiable" He said with a laugh. "Was Val boring in bed too? God I got lucky with Olivia."

Wren: "We only fucked once" said Wren, "didn't even get my dick sucked" admitted Wren.

Stevie: "So hot." Stevie smiled to herself. "Cut these girls some slack, at least you all get off by the end of it." she teased them. "But seriously dude, get your dick sucked. Have fun."

Wren: "People keep playing me, do I just look like I enjoy used by girls with no perks?" asked Wren, half joking.

Jesse: "stop!" Jesse said shaking his head. "You deserve it all, wrenny." Jesse added on. "Okay but like, If imma go down on her, she should at least return the favor." Jesse pointed out. "What if you gave all the head and didn't get any back?" he asked Stevie

Stevie: "That's gotta be someone's kink." Stevie said as a joke. "I'm sure you'll get your dick sucked soon." she gave Wren a thumbs up. "Well that's just being inconsiderate. I like to hookup with nice people that care about making me feel good as well." she said, placing her hand over her heart.

Wren: "I swear to god, cone of silence ... looking at you Chase. But I've never gotten head, only given it" said Wren, kind of embarrassed.

Jesse: "Wren, baby. You have to be more assertive." Jesse pointed out. "But Devyn would prob do it if you asked her, but like I said. It was weak." He added in. "But we can't deny shes a simp for simp nation"

Wren: "Girls just aren't into me. Maybe I should just take Asher up on his offer" joked Wren, well about the second half. "She is! That's what makes no sense" he replied.

Stevie: "Dude, how many times do I have to tell you? Girls are into you. I wouldn't lie to you." Stevie shook her head. "I mean I heard Asher already made himself quite comfortable in your room at the party so..."

Jesse: "Careful. Make sure that boy gets tested before you even look at him." He said with a laugh. "There are plenty of single hot girls in this school that would love you blow you." Jesse took out his phone again. "You guys should see the texts between me and devyn"

Chase: Chase kept his damn mouth shut about the fact that it did not happen.

Wren: Wren passed the connector to Jesse, "Feel free to demonstrate to the class" he said.

Stevie: "God there's more?" Stevie asked after laughing

Jesse: Jssse plugged in his phone. “This is the text message saying she thinks about me and my dick when she is in bed alone” he said before scrolling a big more up. “This is her telling me how much she likes my dick and then throws in a hope it runs in the family comment. Like gross.” He said before scrolling to the bottom “and this is her apologizing for it because I actually stood up for myself and let’s not forget how she tweeted the world that I was small.”

Wren: "Yeah calling a man small, not cool" said Chase, war flashbacks to the gossip blog anons.

Jesse: “I’m not even small and hate to share I’m not even average.” He said with a shrug. “She just trying to make all the girls think I am so they stay away but jokes on her because Olivia loves me and not just for my dick size”

Wren: "Not to shit on her sexuality and stuff, but what's with the dick obsession? And voicing it that much? Like if I tweeted about boobs like that, I would be absolutely cancelled" said Wren.

Jesse: “I heard she made out with that blond girl, Kelly’s sister. Maybe she’s gay.AND and. During spin the bottle she made out with Riley.”

Stevie: Stevie tried holding in her laugh when she read his response saying he was hard. Men. So weak. "So uh, did you ever tell Olivia about these?" she asked with raised brows.

Jesse: “I told her” he said simply. He didn’t want to say that he kissed her but they probably knew since devyn also tweeted that he was a cheater. “Told her how she was all over me and begging. Also told Jonah that but I’d love to hear how she is twisting that around even when she asked me to go back to her house with her.”

Wren: "So someone needs to tell Jonah" said Wren, kinda worried about him, "He shoulda just stayed with my sister"

Stevie: Stevie let out a sigh, "This shit is such a mess." she said as if she wasn't dealing with her own mess with girls. "Yeah like soon." she agreed. "How is she by the way?" she asked Wren.

Jesse: “Well it won’t be me. I don’t want him to think I’m doing it out of jealousy or some shit. But I also don’t want to see him hurt but like... I don’t want to give him another reason to hate me and is not talk again,”

Wren: "She's vulnerable and will hurt anyone" said Wren, "so don't try anything. Just talk to your little internet girlfriend"

Jesse: Jesse gave wren a look before pulling up rorys Instagram which presented into the tv.

Stevie: Stevie looked over at Wren with wide eyes before hitting his arm, "I wasn't going to try anything, and she's not my girlfriend."

Wren: "Guys, we're twins. Can we not do this?" said Wren with an exaggerated sigh.

Jesse: “Oh don’t worry. We are going to your page next.” He said before switching to wrens. “Devyn was right. You are hot.” He said playfully

Stevie: "Sooo hot." Stevie nodded her head and winked at Wren.

Wren: "I haven't managed to post enough to get the pictures of Chanel down on my page" said Wren, "or Valerie" he said realizing he should have probably said that first.

Jesse: “That’s what the delete button is for” he said pointing out. “Or the acrhive feature so it doesn’t delete them but they are hidden”

Stevie: "His heart couldn't handle deleting them." Stevie said, nudging Wren.

Wren: "I like the pictures, it's just ... they don't need to be at the top of my feed" said the boy, "haha very funny Steve"

Stevie: "They do look good in these pictures." Stevie looked through the pictures he had with the girls. "We can do like a whole photoshoot and get some sweet pics. It'll be fun. My parents have one nice ass camera we can use."

Jesse: "We can take some thirst traps and put them all up. Some snazzy captions abou how we are not all losers." Jesse pointed out as well

Wren: "Turtlenecks?" said Wren half joking, his sister had put him in one and he rather liked it. He'd never lived anywhere cold before, and he knew Stevie always commented on them.

Jesse: "I should invest in some turtle necks, i think people are tired of seeing me in plain long sleeves." He said playfully, thats really all he wore. "Are they really comfortable?"

Stevie: "Ah you know I just love the turtlenecks." Stevie teased her friend. "I think they are. We can all wear one and have one festive ass photoshoot. I'll make some corny family Christmas cards with the pictures. It'll be great." she said jokingly.

Wren: “Sounds like a plan to me” said Wren putting in a game. “But enough of that, let’s blow off some steam, boys and Steve” he said tossing each of them a controller.

#wrenxchase #c:stevie #wrenxstevie #stevie:1 #wrenxjesse #jesse:2 #c:jesse #simp nation onlyy

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December Dates

Seventeen Summary: In the spirit of Christmas, boyfriend!svt is here to take you on a date. Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: Fluff, crackkkkkk, v many typos,etc.

R E Q U E S T

my friend: seventeen + cute

A/N: HO HO HO MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU HOS (jk) HAHAHAHAHAHHA. Also ashdiepl because im writing on a tab, i couldnt add any gifs so aksjemksksmsksksmskskdk alsO im so sorry i dont remember if the request is platonic or nah but kaksksksk this is what u get soz

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Alright

So no gifs

Imma just do a header real quick so u know wassap

S. Coups

Das better

hi header

I might delete u later if i get on a pc

But firsT seuNgcheEolL

*deep breath*

Ho u lucky enough to breath the same air he does

N now u are on aa date with him

WoWw

So bf!seungcheol is a cute lil snowflake

Which means he'll buy u an ugly ass Christmas sweater and matching gloves

THAT MATCHES THE ONES HE BOUGHT FOR HIMSELF OFC

then yall go out and play in the powdery snow outside

ImGine seungcheol grabbing yOuR hand

cebAuse u a dumb loser that slips on nothing

Also warmth

pulling your scarf up a bit because he can tell you're getting cold

Then like a gentleman

will pUSH U INTO THE SNOW

AND START A FRICKIN SNOW WAR

HE'll hit ur dumb face he dont care

He'll maKe u wish u Stayed damn home

Rapid fire frikin snow granades man

Course iz all a bita fun

Then he'll let u win

Cause he does care Bout ur dumb Fce

Also he soft for u gross

Then once that's done he'll start laughing

Not because of post-snow ball fight adrenaline

But because he thinks himself so funny

When he busts a lung screaming "dO Ya wana biLd aSNOEMAN!!!!!"

AND THEN U decline and leave him in the snow

"YAAAAA WE HAVE TO BUILD A SNOWMAN THOUGH!" he'll laugh

U literally wana leave him and his annoying ass

U stomp away

He laughs and goes after u

His hot breath is visible

and hits your ear when he comes up and wraps his arms around you from behind

U be like, "listen stupid, u corny af, lets break up"

Seungcheol would pout and kiss ur cheek, "nah, u still owe me hot choco. Break up with me after paying me back."

"Ew, why would i pay u back tho"

"Uh cause if you don't imma do thisss," then he proceeds to shove u into the snow again

"CHOI. SEUNG. CHEEOOOLLLLLLLLLLALAKAKAOKS!"

Ok well i have to cut this here first cos there are 12 boys left

Oh Hi hello u here back to ur regular programme

Jeonghan

Yiz

Unlike cheol

Dis ho not about to get cold 4 u uhm

Leave the cold for someone else

But get warm together

I mean

Wink wINKkkkk

Jk gtfo

This is a wholesome headcanon

Git warm he would gladly

So u know what dat means

CUddlEs

Imagine cuddling jeonghan

BoIii

It's da holidays

Which mean he bout to get dat $$$leep

Of course u dont mind that ur just sleeping in

Gurl if ya do

Let me stress out

If you mind sleeping in and cuddling with yoon jeong han

GUrL

Wathu doin????

AnYWAY

ITz u and him right

Ur in bed reading the novel he got u beforehand right

Look at u looking cute in knit sweater and glasses

EVEN IF U DONT NEED THEM THERE ARE GLZSSES

IM TRYING TO MAKE A SCENE HERE WORK WITH ME

it could be jeonghan's ur using it as a headband shhhh

So like ur sitting down

N beside u its jeonhan v slightly snoring

Right right right

Then ur like "man i want something to eat cause i've been sitting here reading all day"

But also ur always hungry

Cause who isnt tho lol

ANYWAY UR ABOUT TO STZND UP

but jeonghan like a needy ho is like noooooooooooodontgo

N ur like

aww wat a needy ho

"Jeonghan im just gonna get something to eat"

"Eat laterrr, i need u now"

He'll keep his eyes shut and shimmy over

Securing an arm on your hip so u wont go

U roll ur eyes and put your book away on the cabinet next u

"Jeonghan ive literally been next to u since last night. I'm just gonna get something to eat, and 4 u 2!"

He'll flutter his eyes open only to close them and move even closer to place his head on ur lap

"I dont want toooooo"

U roll ur eyes again and shimmy out of his grip

But only to get into his arms and hide your face in his chest

"You're so needy," u note

"Says you who's tangling themselves on me"

"Touché"

Joshua

Okay

Get this

Joshua and gingerbread houses

He probably used to build one growing up

And he has just the person in mind he wants to rekindle the tradition with

Congrats u filthy animal

So he took the liberty of getting allll u and he would need

And so much more

Im talking chocolate bars

Shipped cream

Candy canes

Busicuits

Edible glitter

Gum drops

Shrek 1 2 3 4

Is there a four

Im too lazy to google it

And omg u so special to him he loves u so much

Screw u

He wants to share the love with the carats

So he vlives it all

And at first ur shy

Like what if the joshua stans come 4 u

Ok but in this story yall had already annouce ur relationship

AND EVERYONE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO BE COOL WITH IT FFS LET UR FAVES DATE WHOEVER THEY WANT ISTG

Joshua is like "noo don be shy they'll all love u"

(':

N ur like ok cos i love u sm

But not like the company sm tho *barfing noises*

So yall build a gingerbread house and do a whole ass tutorial about it

Except u dont

Cause yal are morons and could stop messing up or earing the ingredients along the way

Sorry honey ur morons i dont make the rules

"Stop eating the marshmallows!"

"U literally finished the bowl of mnms tho Joshua!"

"Uh no that was the gingerbread man,"

ANd then u all bicker like children because u are omfl

And it excalates

fooD FIGHT

U smear cream on joshuas face

He sprinkles sprinkles on ur head

U press graham crackers against either of his cheeks and ask him what he is

"A sexy graham sandwich"

"Ew no wrong answer," u reply

Can i just point out that that chocolate syrup stain is never coming off

*cough cough cough moron cough cough*

Jun

Imma bout to yeet

Junhui is also feeling nostalic

super soft super baby

And since he's probably feeling bit homesick somewhere in there

he thinks he can remedy it with a bit of chinese home cooking!!!

And whiney needy cuddles also yay

Moving on so

Will it be good?

Damn straight

itll be fikin delish

Will you try to to help him

Of course u gotta help ur man

But like duh

u have eyes

And seeing him all focus and busy and hot

Is really distracting

So like ur as useful as a broken button to him

He doesnt mind tho

He thinks ur cute

Also lovng the attnstion

But the thing about not helping

Not really

And being distracted by a cutie pie

Is that it's basicaly a disaster ending to happen so like

he's efficiently stirring up so hot stuff right

And ur like "man jun's some hot stuff"

And then BaaaaM

U knock over the damn chopping board with the knife and everything on it

Thank goodness the thing didn't chop through your foot of anything

And jun is like "oHMYGOSH DA HELL R U OK"

"... i- im sorry i knocked over ur potatoes"

"My poTaToeS! Listen rn im glad u didnt chop ur foot off"

Jun sighs and looks at the cubes of taters scattered on the floor

You frown, feeling useless

Both of u pick up ur mess

Jun puts down the kitchen utensils in hand

u picked up the last of the potatoes

"Hey we could always wash those, it's not like the floor is mud or anything, even then , potates came from mud"

"Yeah but im sorry, i wanst really helping in the first place"

Jun smirks, "nonsense! U were feeding my ego! That's enough for me!"

You snort and jun comforts u with a tight embrace

Hoshi

AlrighT fam

I thought of something pretty cute but pretty dumb for hoshi

He's like "imma do something super romantic for Christmas"

So he's like "wear something cute we gon do smth fun" @ u

So u do

U get a cute little red dress just for the occasion

And soonyoung his like "BRO MY GIRL SO SUPER CUTE"

And ur like a blushing mess cause he looks super excited with his big smile and cresent eyss

ahhh Hhh myHOSishiii fealzssmsmmsms

Anyway u think ur gonna go to some cute restaurant right

But hoshi brings u to the mall

To instead join the couples dancing contest

Soonyoung gets super nervouse at ur surprised reaction

He's like, "omg is this a super bad idea i thought it would be cute but like i guess not we dont have to go we could always just drop out"

You laugh and shake ur head, "no it's all good, but i mean like, we don't have a choregraphy, and im not like you who can just break it down."

Soonyoung lets out a breath and chuckles, "nah don't worry. It's not really a compation-competion, and regardless, they're going to show ius a choreo and the couple that best interprets wins a a romantic date for two, fit for a dancing king and queen"

And then u break into a big uwu

"Omg u are super romantic soonyoung"

He struts a pose and chuckles, "i mean, i try"

So you both participate in the contenst

Kinda zumba it out by folling the instructors

Soonyoung is helping you out with your form and explaining to you the steps

He gets a little competative so he doesn't really want to mess us

Up hearing you giggle when you do a s pin breaks his competative spirit

And all he really cares about is having a good time with you

Aleight

But admitedly

He was pretty annoyed when they annouced the winner

Were not the two off you

i mean you lot were the cutest it can gt

Who else could trump that

But then you both saw that the winners were 80 something yesr olds holding hand and looking at each other like the other was their world

and then soonyoung was like "okay valid"

You pout, "aww i hope we end up like that"

Soonyound and you turn to each other

He grins for ear to ear, "then lets go on a romantic date as well"

"I thought you'd never ask"

Wonwoo

LiNda

I hope you're ready for wonwoo

Because i sure as hell am not

So in case youre wondering

Youre crazy I mean youre reading this arent you

Prolly at midnight hi fam

Again i dont make the rules

Well just a btw Almost every

Christmas tradition is pagan

Like the tree

The wreath

And SANTA IS SO CREEPY YALL NEED TO GET UR CHILDREN AWAY FROM HIM

SO MAYbe ur not all that crazy

For not wanting to continue them on

i mean sure u can give new meaning to things

But you wanted none of that

Which was whyyyy you decided to DIY the decorations to your entire house

Nnd who else are you going to do that with other than your loving bb boyfriend wonwoo

Wonwoo doesn't mind

He thinks its cute

Because it is a cute date idea

Youtube tutorials

Pinterest ideas and paper snowflakes and all

Yeah

so wonwoo is there cutting up some of the paper you folded

You're glueing some popsicle sticks

He's water coloring some designs in

Youre pulling on the tape dispenser

It's all going great

"Jagiya... i don't want to sound mean but-"

"They're all ugly as hell. I know Wonwoo."

Wonwoo gives an apologetic look.

For a moment u two dont speak

And then you both brust into laughter

"Aww whatever, lez stick em on!"

And do you get your badly painted slowflakes

Your wolf drawing

"That's a wolf?"

"Duh what else would it be wonwoo?"

The letters that spelled merry chrsitmas

And the doodle cutouts of the seventeen members

in personalized ugly sweaters

And placed them all over the place

You look around basking in the glory of ur craft

Its all very colorful

And crafty

And looking like a child made it

Then like an imbecile

U break into laughter

"It looks like a kindergartener's classroom"

U end up roasting yourself

Making fun of your sloppy handwork

And wonwoo watches u

with adoring eyes

"I almost forgot," wonwoo speaks up and pulls out a piece of paper

You recive it from him and break into a smile

"Is this us?"

Wonwoo snorts, "no its jeonghan hyung in a dress holding my hand sweetheart"

For a moment u believe him

But then he breaks out into laughter

Woozi

Boi imma fite u

Christmas carols

Okay idek why i ended up so serious with wonwoo

But listennup

Im not about to maypke it crackier

so back to christmas carols

Dis boi is about to serande you with a christmas themed love song

So its around 8pm at night

Jihoon has is guitar

and ur just chilling right

and ur on ur phone letting him do his thing

but then from the floor he was sat on

he turns to you on the couch

And pats ur leg

"Yo i just finished my song u wann hesr"

You squeak and jump of the couch next to him

"Duh dummy!"

And he starts singing

He's talking about stars and warmth

He's spittin fire about the smell of hot choco

The he's talking sbout how lame joshua's gingerbread house was

Next thing you know ur crying

because omg that ginger bread houseWAS UGLY

also jihoooooooooooooon just serenaded you

Dont u just

Then jihoon catches you and panicks

"You okay? Why are you cryin?!"

"HowDARS YOU ASK ME THAT LISTEN UP U JUST SAID SOME SWEET WORDS TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!!!!!!!"

JIHOON CALms down

But u crybaby cant stop crying

and of course jihoon panicks again

So he starts singing some other Christmas song

And then u start crying about poor rudolf

And remember regina george

But then eventually you calm down

And decide to nuzzle up against jihoon who replaced his guitar with you in his arms

Then us fall asleep with him sweetly singing about the spirit of Christmas

Liz gittit

Of course this ray of light just wants to give off energy to the world

And since he

And u u forgetful ass

Forgot to go shopping for presents

You decided to go on a dec 24th shopping trip!

Hurrah!

But it was too eady for u two

Like wtf

Gift giving Is suuch and easy task

And shoping a day before Christmas

pshhhhhhh

Its a heartbeat

"Whoever gets the best gifts gets for the best price gets to boss the other around until new year," seokmin grins

You knit your brows deeply at his words

And wonder what the hell he has in plan for him to think of doing something so ensnaring

So being the smarter one in the relationship

"Uh no??"

Seokmin was like "ok then the other has to do whatever the other says for the entirety of Christmas"

"???? Whyyyyy?"

"Because its not challengeing or fun if there isn't any condition" "Ugh fine"

So the two of you zip around looking for the best gifts you could get

You try to stay away from the people doing their last minute shopping

Seokmin doesnt dare go in between an old lady mouthing of another customer

Tbh its super stressful

wtf

what kind of date is this

Only morons would do this wtf

Both of you got shoved constantly

There wasnt really much space to move around

And there wasnt really anything to choose from

But hey guess what

Seokmin found some really cool gifts

"Daheck did u get that shirt?"

"Isle five. There were a bunch of people grabbing some stuff and this fell to the ground and so i picked it up and thought it was pretty cool"

You on the other hand got like ok gifts

I mean theyre not bad

But da hell did dk get a frikin eeyore onesie idek

It was no contest.

Seokmin defo won

"Yisss so i win therefor u have to make me some Christmas cookies tomorrow"

"U ho did u really just make me suffer through that so you could ask me to make cookies 4 u???"

"Yes but we really didn have gifts tho."

U roll ur eyes

Seokmin's face falls, "r... r u like mad @ me?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhh"

You knit your brows at him but release a smile when u see his nervous look

"No babo. Im jusy tired, lezgo back home"

He sighs and nods, kissing your cheeks

"Dont worry baby, ill carry all of this back home"

Which he does

And when u get back

He says he forgot something in the car

then comes bzck

And then forcefully turns u around

Ur about to protest

But the you realize he's putting on a silver necklace on u

"Yahhhh seokminie, u shouldnt have. Where you even get this"

"I bought it a while back, duh" he chuckles then kisses you on the cheek

"Merry christmas jagi"

Mingyu

You are a genius for getting boyfriend like mingyu

uh and super lucky like fu--

BUT TODAY

Ur extra glad that mingyu is 10ft tall

Because ur going to be decorating your very own tree

Wow

You bought he prettiest glass ornamnets

and the sparkliest streamers

"I have a vision," u explain

Mingyu nods in understanding

U and him lift the tree into the living room

And then u start decorating the tree from the bottom up

Its all rly chill

You lot are chatting about whatever

He's tellling you about ur tour n stuff

U put on some Christmas tunes for flare

And then u stand up from the floor and boogey with each other

Yall shake ur butts

and go around the tree wrapping it in tinself

Mingyu steals one of the ornaments from u

and u try to take it back from him like the genius u are

Except hes holding it over his head

N u cant for the life of u reach his hand up there

So u step on his foot

And punch his stomach

And he bends down in reaction

In pain

Soz

He was asking for it

U steal the decor back

Then he proceeds to chase u around because aparently ur the bully

*instert pikachu meme here*

N then u get back towork

Or i mean take a break

And u eat a bunch of holiday special junk

And then u get back to work

"ok nows for the star"

U hand him the star because its the entire point of his existance

getting that star up ther

with his longass arms

He turns to u "u dont wanna put it"

BOI

u suck in a breath

"I cant frIKICN REACH IT U LIL"

He give a face, "there are ways"

"My go-- just put the AHHHHHHH"

AND THEN THE NEXT THING U KNOW

Hes crouching down pulling ur legs on his shoulders

"MINGYU PUT ME DOWN" you say, about to rip of his face

Mostly because u have nothi to hold onto

but he stands

with u on his shoulders

and walks to the tree

"Put the damn thing on before u fall!!"

Wow its ur fault again

And screaming u put the star on

And mingyu putz u down

"Okay that was stressful"

U punch him in the gut again

The8

Minghao is super tired

But super looking forward to spending time with u

So u defintely go on a date

But its of the lazy movie watch variety

Im talking all the chesey romance movies

Set in december

that has like mistletoe kisses

And snow scenes

And also those holiday specials

For catroons

And non cartoons

Even the one with arnold swartzimacallit

You pull out the laptop

And get on netflix

There's popcorn on

And hot tea

Or whatever the hell

Its all just very warm

and u and minghao are wrapped together in a warm blanket

Ur nestled in between is legs and ur super warm and cozy and im so soft bleh

"Oh oh, u should see this part, its my fav--"

But u stop uourself when u turn and see minghao fell asleep

U coo and let him obvi

taking unflattering pictures duh

But also cute ones because

#couplegoals

He doesn't sleep through all the movies though

You end up watching non christmas themed films too

Like toy story4

OKAY I CRIED AT THE ENDING

PIXAR IS REALLY COMING FOR MY WIG

"You look really cute cuddled up against me" he'll randomly blurt

U feel ur cheeks brun at that

but no he cant have that

"I thought i was always cute"

He chuckles and groans as he hugs u tightly

U laugh at his reaction

"Of course you're always cute"

"Ok but the teddy bear u got me is actually cuter"

"Nononono, the teddy is cute but uuu are cuter"

"Were u always this gross?"

Seungkwan

Okay

before u tell me these are getting worse and worse every passing member

i would first like to say i know

and that seungkwan bought u a cute dress for Christmas

and took u to a fancy restaurant

Ok ur welcome

But like even if it werent fancy

U'd still like it

cause holy guacamole

imagine holding seungkwans hand as u walk around

Jsut being so head over heels

and super in love with the cutie

Groooossss

LinDA

The feeling is mutual for him when he's around u

so he stops mid conversations

just to take ur pic

Its kinda annoyig

but kinda cute

"Hey unknow hansol told me about-- what are u doing"

"No go on, im just talking ur picture"

Literally the bst hype man alive

Will make take dozen upon dozen photos of u

And will make u pose for aethetics

He will go on making sure everyone knows u da hottest ho in the place

n ur like "seungkwan stfu u embarrassssing meee"

And then oml

Some moron tries to hit on u

and seungkwan sqwares up ready to hit a fool

would he actually do it i mean

prolly Not

but then again he looked really mad

So u calm him down

and u go bzck home

And the cuddles

"Baby girl im sorry if i embarrassed u"

"Nah itz chill i mean i know u have good intentions"

U smile and he takes another candid phto of u

"Broooooo!!"

"Im donnnr. Now hows about we get rid of that dress"

Vernon

okay im willing to guess hansol loves drinking hot chocolate in the winter

So he's like

"Lets do a hot choco review"

And buys 897 types of hot choco

Or like ten

wtf eight hundres pluss is too much

So ur like okay i like hot choco

and then he pulls out his phone and does a vlive

"No i am not jealous of joshua hyungs vlive with his gf"

Yall make like ten cups of hot choco

and is chaotic

Idek how u could get injured

But hey

It wasnt even the hot water invovled

but the wrapping of the choco powder

"Technical difficulties hansol is a big moron"

U get him a bandaid

"Ya! I am not"

Yall start reviewing anyway

*insert try guys eugenes voice*

Im rihght

Ur wong

Shut up

After trying the first onw

Ur like wow dis is good

the second was even better

The third one u hold

then u realized there were eight more cups

And that u made so

much

so u were like "omf there is too much "

then u debated whether or not calling seventeen to drink the rest

But then hansol was like "ther isnt enough for themm"

Then ur like

"okay whatabout making a super hotchoco"

n vernon was like

????

"THATS THE BEST IDEA UVE EVVER HAD"

SO YALL GET A BIGASS POT

MIX THE REST IN

REALIZE U HAVENT RATED THE other cups

Shrug it off

and get a cup of the hot choco mix

"Tastes like corn"

"Bish dafaq"

Dino

Yikes

Chan is a dumb ho

and got himself sick at Christmas so

nononoono thats a no to any cute date ideas

and its just you and him staying at home

U personally dont mind

but hes like "awww but i had so many ideas"

but obvi U cant risk him getting any sicker than he already is

So you stay home and take care of him

and all he can do is complain about everything

about the cold

his runny nose

The lack of taste of the food

His head ache

The fact his bed is hot

And that fact that u have to take care of him

And treat him like a baby

"I am not a baby"

"Listen up, u are always gonna be my baby"

"Not u toooooo najsjsjjs"

You make him some hot cocoa

And hes like "im not drinking that if u call me baby again"

"Babybabybabybabybaby"

Ugghgg "If you keep doing that im not going to give u the gift i gotchu"

"Well das on u"

And then u end up going ona glaring contest

Chan ends up giving it to u anyway

"i hope u choke on it" he grumbles with insencerity

U coo when u see that its a handwritten letter

And then u end up crying because hes super soft

N ur super soft

And gahhh u love him so much

Chan pats ur back because he doesnt want to get u sick if he hugs u

U sniffle and wipe ur eyes

"Who's the baby now, cry baby"

You snarl and pinch his side

And now i say

This was probably hecking bzd but i hope u enjoyed

merry CHRISTMAS

ITS MY FABORITE HOLiDAY

TAKE CARE Of urselves mwaah

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spaceiplier · 6 years ago

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Not Alone

Sean twisted the screwdriver lazily in between his fingers, watching the tiny screw go in and out. And in. And out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Normally, he’d be thrilled to have time to work on whatever scrap he had lying around his workshop. Getting his hands greasy and maybe making a few things explode were what got Sean out of bed in the morning. It was fun, and it put credits in his pockets. It helped him clear his head.

Sean chucked the screwdriver at the far wall and watched it bounce off and disappear from his line of sight behind the workbench.

He just wasn’t motivated. Nothing felt exciting anymore. He kept finding his thoughts wandering to the docking bay of the Barrel, staring at Mark’s pained expression. Or glaring down at the Barrel crew, watching them flinch back as he demanded they never call him ‘Sean’ again. Once or twice, he’d found himself reminiscing on the past Scarlix Day’s, and the feeling of the weight leaving his chest when he heard his friends- no, his family- calling him by his real name.

But that was over now. He was just ‘Jack’ again. Just lonely Jack, building robots for company and hoping every day that he didn’t break something else. He was all by himself because he’d fucked up. They’d put their trust in him, and he’d let them down. They hated him now, and it wasn’t even ANTI’s fault. It was just Sean’s. Just Jack’s.

Sean was startled out of his thoughts by a gentle knock on the workshop door frame. Chase hung just inside the workshop, and stepped inside when Sean looked over at him. He smiled slightly, and held his cap in his hands, like he usually did when he was nervous.

“What’s up, dude?” Sean asked, leaning back in his chair and smiling back at Chase. His voice was hoarse, though whether it was from lack of use or from crying, he wasn’t sure.

“JJ wanted me to tell you dinner’s ready,” Chase replied, lingering nearer to the door. “You- you okay, Sean?”

Sean flinched internally. Chase only called him ‘Sean’ if he was really worried about him. Otherwise it was just ‘dude’ or ‘bro.’ “I’m good, Chase,” Sean reassured him, pushing his chair away from the workbench and standing up. Sam followed close behind, but hovered around Chase as Sean walked past. “You guys coming?” Sean teased. Chase nodded quickly and tossed his cap back on his head before following a few paces behind Sean.

“It looks incredible, JJ,” Sean said quietly, smiling up at the robot. JJ bounced eagerly, and pushed the plate a little closer to Sean, helpfully scooping a portion of the warm roast onto a fork. It truly did look delicious, but Sean almost felt like he’d vomit if he took a single bite.

“Eat!” JJ signed quickly. It wasn’t aggressive, like JJ’s signs usually were when Sean refused to eat. Instead it was anxious, and JJ’s ears were pressed back against his head. “Please?”

Sean picked up the fork and looked the small bite over, catching a glimpse of JJ bouncing excitedly in his peripheral. Sean sighed, set down the fork, and pushed the plate away. JJ stopped bouncing, and his shoulders sagged.

“Sorry, dude,” Sean sighed, smiling apologetically up at his care robot. “Maybe later.”

JJ nodded sadly and picked up the plate, dumping its contents unceremoniously into the disposal bin. The fridge was already too full of half-finished meals and reheatable dinners to fit another one.

Sean was about to leave the kitchen when a hand on his shoulder stopped him and turned him around.

“Call Robin,” JJ signed hopefully. “I- we think it will be good for you.”

Sean didn’t need to ask who ‘we’ was referring to. He’d heard his crew whispering to each other, quiet enough that he couldn’t hear what they were saying. He didn’t need to hear, though, to be able to see how concerned they all were. Sean had tanked since his last correspondence with the Barrel. He hardly ate, only slept when he couldn’t stay awake any longer, and spent most days staring blankly at scraps of metal.

Still, maybe calling Robin wouldn’t be a bad idea. Sean hadn’t even thought about Robin, let alone thought to talk to him.

“I’ll- I’ll go do that,” Sean said hesitantly. JJ took one of Sean’s hands and squeezed it tight before letting go and gently nudging him away. Sean gave JJ a smile and wave before turning and heading off to the cockpit.

Sean let the line ring a few times before hurriedly pressing the off button and sliding his chair away from the dash. He wanted to call Robin like he’d promised he would, but so far he’d just been sitting in the cockpit staring at the dash for half an hour or so. Sean eyed the dash warily. JJ was right. He needed to call Robin. Tell him what had happened. Get a second opinion. Maybe he could get Robin to talk to the Barrel. They’d listen to Robin. But then they’d tell him their side of the story. What if Robin got mad at him too, and then what would Sean do? He’d be left with no real friends, and he didn’t want to think about that.

Sean nodded slowly. He’d talk to Robin some other time. He wouldn’t have to tell him about what had happened. He could just pretend that everything was fine, just like he always did. Robin hardly called the Barrel unless it was an emergency, so he wouldn’t have to worry about Robin—

Sean nearly fell out of his seat as the dash began ringing, indicating an incoming call. He flinched as he read the name, and plastered on a smile as he answered the call.

Robin’s face flickered onto the screen, his pixelated edges soft.

“Hey, Sean,” Robin greeted cheerfully. “Did you need something?”

Sean shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “No, I just- I figured it out,” he said, trying not to betray his inner turmoil. “I’m fine.”

Robin raised an eyebrow, and Sean almost died. He knew that look. That look that meant Robin knew something was up, and he wasn’t going to let up until Sean told him what was wrong.

“It’s been a while since you called,” Robin said slowly, leaning forward slightly. “How’s everything been?”

“It’s fine,” Sean answered quickly. “I’m fine. ANTI took over for a bit, that’s all. I just needed some time to recover, y’know? It’s all good. Everyone’s taking care of me.”

“That’s really soon,” Robin pointed out, brows furrowing with concern. “Last time you called, ANTI had just left.” Sean flinched internally. ANTI taking over hadn’t been a lie, but he should have known that Robin would pick up on the inconsistency. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“I got in a bit of a scrap,” Sean lied. “Nothing Jackie and I couldn’t handle, but ANTI was feeling antsy since he didn’t get to participate, so I let him loose for a bit. Guess he got a little carried away…” Sean’s voice trailed off in an awkward chuckle. He could never keep up lies around Robin. He always found out.

Robin let out a tired sigh, a ripple of pixels running down his form. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine,” he said gently. “I won’t make you.” He gave Sean a kind smile, and Sean felt tears threatening to form in his eyes.

“I’m fine,” Sean insisted, watching Robin’s smile fall.

“I’m not going to get mad at you.” Robin forced eye contact with Sean.

“You promise?”

“On my life.”

“I- okay. Well, I did get into a fight,” Sean began, looking down at his hands. “Not a fist fight or anything though. A- an argument.” Sean felt something press against the back of his mind, but it was more of a reassuring feeling, like a gentle shoulder squeeze. “About the drive.”

“They didn’t take it well, I’m guessing?”

Sean shook his head, scales rippling as he forced back tears. “They wouldn’t even let me show them. They just accused me of trying to get them to not work with the GAAP just because I’m Velm. I told them I’d gone to the servers, and then it was all downhill from there. They wouldn’t listen to me, so I gave Marzia the drive and left.”

“Is that when…?”

Sean nodded. “I went to the safe room as soon as I got on my ship,” he half-mumbled. “I didn’t want ANTI to hurt my crew.”

“Have you tried talking to them since?” Robin asked after a minute passed in silence.

“They called me a couple weeks ago. A week after I tried to show them the drive,” Sean huffed, avoiding making eye contact with Robin. “I tried to ignore it, but they kept calling. I- I was angry, and I wasn’t thinking straight. I think ANTI picked up the call more than I did.”

Robin looked like he wanted to say something, but when he didn’t, Sean kept talking.

“They- Mark- said they wanted to apologize,” Sean continued, feeling the same rage bubbling up in him again. “But they didn’t. They just wanted to tell me I was wrong.” Sean bowed his head and he clenched his teeth as ANTI slid into control.

“Sean?” Robin asked hesitantly, worry edging his voice.

ANTI shook his head stiffly, taking in a few deep, slow breaths.

“ANTI.” It wasn’t a question. Robin sounded almost surprised.

“R̸ob̷in̕,̧”̵ ANTI said, rolling his shoulders a few times as he looked up at the screen, which had a few glitches dancing around its edge.

“What brings you here?” Robin’s question was tense now, and he had slid his chair away from the screen slightly.

ANTI huffed and squinted at the screen. “̸I̷’m̢ ̛not go̸in͞g̡ to tr̶y ̸and̛ hu͏rt̡ y̷ou͘,͞” ANTI said, slumping back in the chair and drumming his fingers on its arms. He glanced around the room quickly before looking back up at Robin. “I͜’m ͘nơt stu̴p̛i͘d. ̶I ҉j͠u̵s͠t wa͏nt t͏o̕ talk͜.͠”

Robin scooted forward, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “You… want to talk? Why now?”

“̴S͜e̵e͡m̕e͝d̢ l̀i̧ke͏ ̵a̷s̴ g͢oo̸d ̛ą ͡t̛ime̛ a̵s̀ any,” ANTI grumbled, crossing and uncrossing his arms, apparently unsure of what to do with them. He settled on shoving them in his pockets. “I̡ ̛c͏a̕n ̢ģo if͡ ̕y̨òu ͏w͠an̨t m͏e͘ ҉to. Won’t̢ ̷gèt a̵s ͟s͞tr͝a͠i͡gḩt̷ o͞f̛ a͡n̴şwer͜s f̵ro̴m͞ Sean̡, th̛ou͏gh͢.̨ ̨Es̕pe̶ciàl̛l͘ỳ sin҉c̵e ̨he ḱe̴ép͠s̵ ͞ly̢in͞g ̸to ̕yo͟u̷.”͝

“You- you can stay,” Robin said quickly. “I’m just surprised is all. You’ve never wanted to talk before.” Last time Robin had seen ANTI, the AI had deleted him from Sean’s memory. From what Robin had heard, ANTI had settled down considerably since then.

ANTI glared down at the ground. “I’͘ve̛ had͏ ̡s͝ǫme̴ ti̵m͘e̢ t͜o͠ thiǹk͡ ab́o̡u͝t ̢thing̶s.”̡

“Things?”

“Lik̸e- ͝l̕ike ͞S͡ean̕, a͟nd ̵me̶, ̶and… a̶ǹd̡ ҉f͏r͟íęn̶ds̸.”͢ ANTI hissed ‘friends’ through clenched teeth. “̷Esp̕eci̛a̵ĺly͏ a̵f͢t̕eŗ t̡he͝ ar͏gùm͡ent͞ ̵wi̶th ́t͝h͞ę ̡B̧ar͝r̸e̷l҉ ͏cr͟e̸ẁ.͝” ANTI glanced up at Robin briefly, and then snapped his gaze back to the ground. He clearly wasn’t used to having lengthy conversations with anyone but Sean, if they could even be called that. They hadn’t talked much since SEAN-I had glitched until recently.

“Sean said—”

“͜I͝ kn͏o͡w w͟h͘at ̧Sea҉n̢ ͞s̸a͠íd̢,” ANTI snapped, snarling at Robin. He let his face fall when he saw Robin jump back. “S̡o̡r͏ry,͞”̴ ANTI grumbled, tail twitching slightly.

“Thanks,” Robin said, relaxing somewhat. “Sean said you picked up the call more than he did. I don’t- I- Did you?”

ANTI nodded. “Tec͞h̵ņi̢c͟all̸y ̷w͝e̡ b̴oth ̛did,”̶ he said, standing up and beginning to pace the length of the room. “W̸e were b̧o͘th th͟e̶r̛e͠. ̴In con̷t͡r͢ol҉.͝”

“Like our argument.”

“́Mor̶e͡ or ͝ļesş,͏”̷ ANTI agreed. “͟I ̸le͏t̡ ͡S͘ean͏ ҉tal̶k͘ ̡to th͜e͘m͏ ́uńt͡il ͘t̸h͡ey d͘eci͏ded̡ to c͏on͏tinu̧e b̢eing ͜a͟ss̢ho̕le̵s ͘ąn͝d̵ n̛ot́ l͘ist̛e͡n̕.͏”͘ ANTI stopped in the center of the screen, rubbing his hands together. “̴H́e ̡t̸old the͡m̢ n̷o̕t̡ t̡o ̛call him͏ Sea͞n ̨a͜n͡y̛mo͡r͝e,́ and ̶I, e͞r, em̴ph̢ás̕íz̀eḑ h̛i͢s͢ ͝p͜oint m̀or̵e͟. ̵Tḩe̢y ̸h͠aven͞’́t tried ͟t͝o ćal͘l s҉in̵cè.”͝

Robin nodded slowly and watched ANTI continue pacing for a minute. It was weird getting this information from ANTI rather than Sean. Especially with how willingly ANTI had spoken to Robin. Sean had clearly been holding back from Robin, and it was hard to say if he had intended on ever fully telling Robin what had happened. Sure, Sean was always pretty reluctant to share mistakes he’d made, but—

“Why are you telling me this?” Robin asked, making ANTI freeze in his tracks. “I mean, why not just let Sean tell me?”

ANTI ran his hands through his hair and let out a deep breath before falling back into the chair. “H̸è w͘asn’t ͏goi͟ng t̕o.”

“I mean, I’m sure he would have event—”

“͏R͏obin, ̡S͏ea̵n̴ n͜ever͘ pl͡ànn͟ed͡ to͟ ̵te͠ll̶ you ẁhat ̛h̀ad hap͡pe͝ned.” ANTI rubbed the scars on his knuckles. “Eve͡r͟.͢”

Robin’s heart sank, and he could see the colors starting to fade around his edges. Did Sean not trust him anymore? Had he done something to Sean without knowing it? They hadn’t had any arguments recently, but Robin thought that was a good thing. Was he just missing something? Had Sean been suffering in silence, thinking Robin didn’t care? He could feel his colors dull further.

“͘He͘ ҉śtil͜l͞ ̡t͝r̛ust̶s ̶y̶ou͘,”͟ ANTI said suddenly, snapping Robin out of his thoughts. “͏He ̧t͜h͟o̸u̧gh͠t if he͠ ̨told yo̕u͢, he’d́ ̀jus̷t҉ d͡ri͠v̸e ̛yo͏u̸ away tơo̕.́ ͏H̵e͘’s̵ sc͏a͟re͏d͠ ̛o҉f͡ ̨l̸osi͡n͢ǵ ̨ev͘e͞ryo̴n҉e, ̴a͝n̡d ͢h̨e̸’̴s̡ sca̛re̛d i͟t’̶s a̕lĺ hi҉s ̷fau̕lt.̨”̀ ANTI leaned forward, resting his arms on his legs. “H̴e̸ to͏l҉ḑ ̨y͝o͞u҉ on͝c͝e ͡th̡aţ h̶e̷ d̵i̛dn’̨t̶ wa͢nt͢ ̡m҉e҉ ̸hu̡rti҉ng ͏an͜y͜o͡ne̴ he ͏c̴óu͢ld͢n͏’t f͠i͘x.̸ ̡T̨hat͟ ít ͘wa̸s sa͡fe̢r͞ i͝f̛ h͜e ͘didn’͠t ge͜t tǫ kn̷oẁ an͘y ̵r͡e͏al ͠p͠e̶op̡le͝.̕ It̀- It’s͏ ͟nơt͠ ͜j̴u͜st͘ ͘me̷ ̕h̷e̴’̡s͢ ͟worr̀ie͠d ab͠out aņymore. ͜He̵��s s͟c͠are͢d h͠e’s ͜nev̧e̶r ́g͜o͞i͜n͟ǵ ́to̸ ͟be ̢ab̢le̵ to̶ f̷ix̡ w͡ha̶t ͢h̡e̷ ̵b̧ro̵kȩ wi̵t̴ḩ ̢tḩè B̵àr̛r͜el̢.͏”

“And why do you care all of a sudden?” Robin asked, his tone coming out harsher than he’d intended. “Shouldn’t you be overjoyed about this? Mr. Sean-would-be-safer-alone? Aren’t you finally getting what you wanted?” He glowered down at ANTI, waiting for his excuse.

ANTI hung his head, and his tail drooped. “I…̶ I w̧as̕ wron͘g̷.”͡ His voice was hardly a whisper, but Robin could still hear the fear in ANTI’s voice. “̕S̨e̢a͘n ͘nee͘ḑs͟ y͟o̴ų,͠ a͜nd̛ ͠he̛ ̛ne͡ed͟s͏ t͟he B͠a͡rreļ,̨ ͜e͘v͡e̡n i̧f ͠th͞ey’rę ̡b̨e͝ing st̸upi͡d r͝ight no̷w͜. ͞Į ̛ca̵ǹ’t ͘k̛e̶e̡p͞ ͢him sa͠f̢e ̛ón͡ m̶y͠ ̨o͟w̡n.͝ I̷ c͞an o̕nly͟ d̴o ̴s͏o̡ m҉u͠c͏h.͟ I̸ ̷e̷nd͝e̴d ̶h͢i̶s͠ c̨al̢ĺ w̵it̢h̛ t̨he ͏B̨a̛rr҉el͘ ͡be̶c͠a҉u͜se͟ ̶I ̨k̨new͡ ̸hę’d ͜on͟l̢y͟ sa͟y͠ mo͡r͜e̷ ̸t͢h͡ing̷s h͜e͠’͏d reg̀r͠e̛t҉ ͝later if ͡he͠ ͏k̴eṕt ̀ţa̕l͢ki̴n̡g̢ ̢to t̛h̕e͟ḿ.͜ ̴I s͠hơul͞d ͜h҉av͠e ̵st̷o͠pp҉éd̕ hi̸m ̛s̷oóne͜r͢.̵” ANTI looked up at Robin, and then back at the floor. “̛He ̶wąnt̶e̴d to͠ for̡g̸et̷ ̨t̕he f͠i̸r͏st͝ ̛arg̴u͟ment. T҉hat̡’s- ͏t̵h̢a͘t́’s̨ ͏w͘hy̛ ͡I͞ wa͡s ͞in̶ ̨co͜n͞t̀r͠o͠l.͞ H͜e f̶or̀c͟ed ̀me. ͡I co͞ùld͏n’̷t ͠l͝et ͢h͝im͡ f͞o̢r͡ge҉t, ̶t͞hou͏g̛h. H́e wouldn’̴t͏ be̛ ̀hap̴ṕy͏ if̛ ̵he̢ f̶o͝rgót͡.̧”̸

Robin wanted to reach through his screen and comfort the AI. He hadn’t realized that ANTI felt like this, or that he really felt much at all other than anger. He’d always just thought that ANTI could never change. That he was always going to be a murderous, untrustworthy, glitched AI. Robin hadn’t realized how much ANTI had changed. He really cared about Sean.

“You did your best,” Robin said kindly, making ANTI look up in surprise. “Thank you.”

ANTI grinned. It was still the same unsettling grin he always had, but it was obvious that there was genuine happiness behind it. “T͢h̛an̢k̡s, R͟ob̧in̵,҉” ANTI said. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, and Robin watched the red and green markings recede and disappear. Another minute longer, and Sean opened his eyes wide, not bothering to mask his fear.

“Welcome back,” Robin chuckled.

“What’d he say?” Sean asked, desperately trying to force the spikes on his arms to lower. ANTI was quiet in the back of his mind, and Robin was shaking his head with a smile on his face. “Robin?”

“Everything,” Robin answered. Sean’s heart dropped to the end of his tail. How much was everything? If ANTI had told Robin everything, then that was a lot, and it was a lot Sean didn’t want Robin to know. Sean felt his heart start beating faster. “I’m not mad at you,” Robin added.

“You- you’re not?”

Robin shook his head, and the two sat in silence for a moment.

“They accused me of treason, Robin,” Sean said quietly, not bothering to hold back the tears welling up in his eyes. “I- It hurt. And then they just wanted to pretend it was all okay, even though it wasn’t. It feels like they don’t even care anymore.” Sean looked up at Robin. “Am I really that bad?”

“Of course not!” Robin protested. “You know they still care about you. You just- You both made some mistakes, that’s all.”

Sean nodded and looked down at his hands. He knew Robin was right, but what if the Barrel thought that Sean didn’t care about them? He’d basically told them that he didn’t trust them anymore. He wasn’t sure if he could ever take that back.

“Do you want me to talk to them?” Robin asked gently. “Just tell them that you’re alright. I’m sure they’re worried about you.”

“Just tell them ANTI is keeping me on my ship,” Sean said with a nod. “I’ll- I’ll talk to them when I’m ready.”

“Got it.” Robin paused. “I’ll talk to you later, then?”

Sean nodded again, and let Robin end the call. He leaned back in his chair, wiping the tears off of his face with the edge of his sleeve. It actually felt good to get everything off his chest, even if it was done somewhat unwillingly. ANTI had strange ways of showing that he cared.

Sean was just sitting up when there was a quiet knock at his door. He quickly dried his eyes again before jumping out of his seat and answering the door.

“Henrik?” Sean raised an eyebrow at the medical robot. “You just checked on me earlier. What’s up?”

“JJ needs you in the kitchen,” Henrik said stiffly, clasping his hands behind his back.

“I told him I’d eat la—”

“Did I say you had a choice?” Henrik snapped, startling Sean into silence. “Now, let’s go.” Without waiting a second longer, Henrik turned on his heel and started down the hall to the kitchen at a brisk pace. Sean, anxious to find out what was so important, followed quickly behind, not quite matching Henrik’s pace.

Jackie and Marvin were playing a game of cards on the floor when Sean stepped into the common area. Chase was whispering across the kitchen counter to JJ, but stopped abruptly when JJ made a quick gesture.

Sean stepped carefully around Jackie and Marvin, who were now quickly gathering the cards back into their case. Henrik fell behind, and Sean could hear the the doctor whisper something to the other two robots.

“What is this, an intervention?” Sean chuckled nervously as he leaned on the counter next to Chase. JJ shook his head quickly, and Chase grinned.

“Nah, dude,” Chase said, nodding to JJ, who bounced over to the fridge. “We made you something.”

“You made—” Sean stopped, his mouth still half open as he took in the sight of what JJ had pulled out of the fridge.

The round white cake was clearly handmade, with frosting spread unevenly and its shaky writing. The trim on the top and bottom were light green, and glistened with red and blue glitter. It read simply, “We love you, Sean!” followed by the signatures of each of his crew. They’d even included a small frosting drawing of Sam.

Sean covered his mouth with his hands, letting the tears fall freely down his face. They’d made this… for him? All the pain he’d felt earlier seemed to be nothing in comparison to the joyful swelling in his heart. His tail twitched happily behind him, and he didn’t flinch when he felt Chase wrap his arm around his shoulders.

“We all helped make it,” Chase explained as Sean’s crew gathered around the counter. “JJ did made the cake, Marvin and Jackie made the frosting, I decorated it, and Henrik did all the writing except our names. We all wrote our own names. Well, not Sam. I drew Sam.”

“Are you impressed?” Marvin asked eagerly, looking hopefully at Sean. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” Sean echoed breathlessly. “Guys, it- it’s perfect.” He almost didn’t want to eat it, just stare at it forever. He quickly took a picture of the cake with his cyborg eye. He was going to frame this in his room as soon as possible.

“It’s true, y’know,” Jackie added, grabbing Sean’s attention. “Even if it feels like no one else does, we love you, dude.”

Sean stood still. His arms still raised, trembling slightly. He wanted to reach out. Say something. Tell them how much this gift, this simple gesture of appreciation, meant to him, but he couldn't. He just stood there. Hoping someone would see what he needed. And of course, just like he'd programmed him too, Chase's arms wrapped around him. One by one, the robots moved around the counter, coming closer. Hugging him. Letting him know that despite everything, they were there. Programmed to give this comfort or not, Sean felt himself cracking. He hugged them back. These beings of metal and energy that he'd given life too, now holding him as he struggled to hold onto his own.

Since his argument with the Barrel, Sean had felt so lost. It felt like everything he loved had been ripped out from under him, and he’d been kicked rudely onto the curb of reality. It felt like nothing would ever get better. He’d messed up for the last time, and it was going to be the end of him. He was going to waste away with no one to remember him.

He’d forgotten.

He’d forgotten the family he’d made with his bare hands, carefully assembling each one like works of art. He’d forgotten the sleepless nights he’d spent making sure every last detail was the best he could make it. He’d forgotten the feeling of love and pride seeing his creations come to life. Seeing them stand by his side countless times, lifting him physically and emotionally more times than there were stars in the galaxy.

Sean still missed the crew of the Barrel. They were family to him. He couldn’t change that. But now he remembered. He remembered he had another family.

He remembered he wasn’t alone.

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rachelthompsonauthor · 5 years ago

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We all take things personally because we are all, well, people, aka, persons. We live our lives through our own eyes and experiences, right? This is how people argue with one another, whether that’s in real life or online. “In my experience,” or “In my humble opinion,” is how most of these debates begin.

What if you view things from another’s’ perspective? As the saying goes, “Walk a mile in someone else’s shoes.” In this age of controversy, that’s mighty difficult, particularly from a political or religious perspective. I’m constantly amazed at the responses some men give me about being a childhood sexual abuse and rape survivor – what they would have done in my situation, 🙄when they cannot comprehend what it was like for me (at age eleven) or in college.

It can be quite frustrating to explain my perspective and experiences to people who have absolutely no comprehension of what it’s like to live through these experiences, and to be treated as if I’m to blame for what happened.

One of the most effective ways I’ve learned to not take anything personally is by learning and using The Four Agreements, a small yet effective code of conduct by Don Miguel Ruiz. Don’t Take Anything Personally is the Second Agreement. I’ll break it down for you here with examples and how to apply it to your own life as a survivor.

Let’s deconstruct.

Taking Things Personally Causes Frustration

Take my example above: if a man says to me, “Why didn’t you fight back?” which is a typical, ignorant answer from a non-survivor who understands nothing about how the brain reacts to trauma, I become frustrated because I want to educate him with facts and science. Facts and science do not work on someone whose intent is to denigrate and victim-blame me.

The onus is on me to take a breath and examine the intent of the person who is interacting with me:

What’s in it for him?

Does he want to learn more about sexual abuse survivors and trauma?

How the brain reacts to trauma?

How he can help others who have been raped or abused?

Since the Third Agreement is Don’t Make Assumptions, I have the choice to continue interacting with the person and attempt to have a meaningful, educational discussion to move the narrative forward, or I can shut it down and move on, saving myself the possible frustration of what could potentially upset me further.

In an argument, each side wants to defend their position because we feel we must be right in order to win. Decide what ‘winning’ is going to cost you.

I have the choice, here. I have the agency to own how I take comments from this man (if at all – the Block and Mute buttons are our friends on social media). If I’m having this discussion with someone in real life, I can decide to end the discussion or walk away if it’s not serving me or causing me frustration.

I can draw a boundary because this person’s comments are not about me at all – they come from his lived experiences or viewpoint.

And this is the key to not experiencing frustration when healing from sexual assault – what others say they believe in reaction to our truth is on them, not us.

Taking Things Personally Lowers Self-Esteem

Based on one survivor story:

Let’s say your mother tells you she doesn’t believe another family member sexually abused you as a child, and it crushes you. You find yourself alone and desperate to make her believe you at all costs. You spend years in therapy, yet it doesn’t help. You’re at odds with her over every small thing because this big thing looms large over your entire relationship. Understandable.

You starve yourself. You sleep around. You drink and dabble in drugs. You can’t keep a job. You self-harm. All because your mother, the person who is supposed to be in your corner, of all people, doesn’t believe you. When you look in the mirror, you hate your reflection. You speak so negatively to yourself, even your closest friends would be appalled (all common for survivors, by the way).

Trace that back to the fact that you have taken her disbelief personally. You’ve pinned all your hopes toward healing from this trauma onto one person: her. When in fact, healing depends on someone else entirely: YOU.

If someone isn’t treating you with love and respect, you are allowed to walk away from them.

This is also a boundary, and yes, part of not taking anything personally. What this mother did is terrible, absolutely. What this survivor needs is to stop looking for support from someone who refuses to give it, and realize she’s worthy of self-love and support from a community of survivors and therapists who will help her embrace her in healing.

This isn’t woo-woo shit. This is reality. If the people in your life aren’t bolstering your self-esteem, it’s on you to take action to change those circumstances, not them. If they don’t believe you, you can still seek help and support. Healing isn’t dependent on other people believing you – it’s dependent on you getting the support you need and deserve. Toxic people won’t give you that, so don’t give them anything.

I’ve been in this situation in the past with men. I left them. Cutting ties is the best thing.

Taking Things Personally Creates Conflict

We get defensive when someone calls us out on something they don’t agree with. Our lived experience is different from someone else’s. Intuitively, this makes sense. We fight for what, in our eyes, is right. Remember this:

Nothing other people do is because of you. It is because of themselves. Even when a situation seems so personal, even if others insult you directly, it has nothing to do with you. What they say, what they do, and the opinions they give are according to the agreements they have in their own minds. Their point of view comes from all the programming they received growing up. ~ Don Miguel Ruiz

I see this so much on social media, don’t you? I get caught up in it myself, especially with regard to victim-blaming survivors for being assaulted and abused or raped. I cannot, and will not, ever accept that it’s ever a survivor’s fault for a perpetrator committing a crime. We never blame a woman for being car-jacked or robbed at the ATM, do we? So why do people blame her for being raped? It’s mind-boggling to me. So yea, it feels personal.

And yet…I know in my heart, it’s not. People who victim-blame are conditioned by their own families, peers, news, media, and social media to take a stance that makes sense to them and their point of view, and that has nothing to do with me. Arguing with them, providing facts, sharing my experiences, etc., does nothing to help change their minds.

Example: When an (in)famous YouTuber tweeted: “Anxiety is created by you” (and then subsequently deleted it because wow, so uninformed), many of his bro-dudes supported him by explaining that it’s true – all mental illnesses could simply go away if we just tried harder, worked out more, and stopped being victims.

I’ll admit, I got involved in attempting to educate some of these bro-dudes by sharing that mental illness isn’t something that goes away like a bad cold, or is a figment of our imaginations. Sure, it’s all in our heads – our brains, that is. And so on.

Oy, the mansplaining. What could I – a woman of 55 years, who has studied mental illness for over twenty years (longer than most of those kids have been alive LOL), who has anxiety, depression, and cPTSD, who has written two books about it (so far) that have been vetted and reviewed by several psychologists, who hosts a weekly Twitter #SexAbuseChat that deals with mental illness specifically for survivors of sexual abuse – know about mental illness?

Yet, you see, it didn’t matter. I took it personally. They took it personally. It was no longer about mental illness – it became more about who was right. My facts, stats, and science had nothing on their put-downs and misogynistic chuckles.

There could be no conflict resolution because our values would never align.

Once I reeled myself back in, I began writing this post. I reminded myself not to take it personally because what they were saying wasn’t about me. I reminded myself about my own healing boundaries, self-care, and how to put my energies into something more positive – writing.

Taking Things Personally Takes Energy

As I just mentioned, that interaction took enormous energy; energy I could use elsewhere. And that’s really the crux of this post. Where are we spending our energy when we take something personally? Usually, we end up in a negative loop of toxicity. That’s part of the cycle our brains play with us, a pattern we may not be aware of. Becoming aware of this pattern allows us to change it. That’s what these agreements help us do.

It hurts when people say something negative about us, and we take it personally. The wound festers; we poke at it, and peel at that scab. We’re so focused on the one comment, we shut out everything else, even the positive stuff, to the point that we’re missing out on life.

Example: In my BadRedhead Media business, I work with authors. Authors receive book reviews, oftentimes from non-professional reviewers. Sometimes, these reviews are verging on the ridiculous. That’s just the way it is. Amazon and other online retailers allow for these reviews. It is what it is. As an author myself, I, too, receive these reviews.

We tend to focus on these rare and silly one-star reviews, rather than the majority of five-star, terrific reviews. This is knowns as the negativity bias, which means our brains are hard-wired to focus on the negative, most likely due to evolution:

The evolutionary perspective suggests that this tendency to dwell on the negative more than the positive is simply one way the brain tries to keep us safe.

We’re not doomed, however. By not taking things personally, we are reframing these situations, and using our energy differently. Comments that strike us as negative could potentially be a learning experience, even if we feel offended. Always be on the lookout for a learning opportunity, or ways to utilize that energy toward something more useful.

Ask yourself these questions to refocus your energy:

What can I learn from this?

What difference will this make in my life?

How can I change what I’m doing with this reaction (or do I need to)?

What activity can do I do now to take myself out of this situation?

How can I change my thinking pattern to grow from this?

Listen, none of us is perfect. I first read The Four Agreements back in the 90s, and found it useful because it helped me make sense of a difficult situation in a corporate setting. I now find it helpful as both an author and entrepreneur, as well as a mom. Being on social media and online is a crucial part of my business, so I deal with many different types of people constantly. If I took everything they say personally, I’d never get out of bed.

If you aren’t getting what you need from someone or something, remember – it’s okay to withdraw. You aren’t a loser. Maintaining peace in your life and focusing on your healing will always “win.”

Please share your thoughts and comments below.

Do you need help right now? Please contact RAINN at rainn.org or 24/7 at 1.800.656.HOPE

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“Don’t press the motherfucking red button”

My friend Alex (last name omitted for obvious reasons) sent me this prompt and it got... a lot longer than the drabble I thought it would be. This is now a full on one shot. Bokuakakuro spy thingy AU under the cut!!

Tetsurou flashes his forged invitation to the bouncer and walks in, tugging on his bow tie in an attempt to gain some air as soon as they were out of sight in the large entrance hall to the museum.

“This thing is too tight!” he hisses in frustration.

Koutarou laughs at his side, “Maybe bro, but you look hella fine! It’s just that you aren’t used to formal wear.”

That’s true, Keiji is usually the one to go to the formal events with Koutarou, Tetsurou running surveillance/backup. However, this time the bouncer would have likely recognized Keiji, so Tetsurou has to go instead.

This gala, a fundraiser for the museum, had been easy enough to infiltrate. It’s a relatively easy gig, in Tetsurou’s opinion. The just had to erase a bit of a recording that had caught one of Tooru’s newbies, the radish-haired one. It hadn’t been a big enough oversight to get Radish Hair fired, but it was enough to get him a stern lecture, and have Tetsurou have to join in with Koutarou and Keiji to cover their asses.

Koutarou Bokuto and Keiji Akaashi are captain and vice-captain of the “Fukuro” sanction of the organization, one of the most powerful units, right up there with Itachiyama and Shiritorizawa. Tetsurou Kuroo is the captain of another powerhouse that had only recently had a comeback, Nekoma. The three of them often break off and work as a mini unit, as units are sometimes mixed when the job requires fewer people or a specific skillset that isn’t held by any one team. Keiji is often shorted into what Tetsurou and Koutarou secretly refer to as the “Mom Squad” and the “Pretty Setter Sqad” units, or with them. Officially known as the “Detail Unit”, they’re the smallest part-time unit and are sent when more finesse is required.

This gig, however... “Isn’t this Tooru’s job? Not to mention it was one of his who messed up in the first place.”

Tooru, codename Grand King, is captain of the Seijoh group. Although they usually handeled everything art related, they were also prep and cleanup crew, handling details that others would never think of and overseeing missions to be sure they run smoothly. They’re versatile and work with any and all other units. Their most advanced agents could go to any unit and be the “ace”, the motivating role, of them.

“Eh.” Koutarou responds, “he’s still on that gig in Hawaii with Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa.”

Tetsurou makes a noise of understanding, “Probably the reason Turnip-kun got caught.”

Koutarou nods, and pauses at the entrance to the large cleared out room that the gala is being held in, eyes scanning the crowd for the hall to the security room.

Koutarou is always so loud, and allows his presence to take over the room, demanding attention, so Tetsurou is always amazed to see him slip into his work persona.

Koutarou locates the hallway and holds out his arm for Tetsurou to link his through. Time to play the part of wealthy gentlemen who belong in a gala like this.

They make their way across the floor, exchanging pleasantries and small talk with group after group, eventually walking down to the hallway where bathrooms were located. They turn just before the a security guard walks out of the restroom, walking with silent steps to the security office.

Just as the higher-ups had promised, all the guards were guarding the other rooms and the one who had been left to watch the cameras was nowhere to be found.

“All clear.” he reports to Keiji, turning on his earpiece.

“Good, took you long enough.” Keiji’s hard words hide a note of relief, and Tetsurou can feel his signature smug smirk creep onto his face.

“Awww Akaashi,” he croons, “Were you worried about us?”

“Koutarou turns from where he’s reviewing footage to grin at Tetsurou, “he totally was!”

Keiji’s sigh can be heard through the earpiece, “If it makes you feel better, Pain-In-The-Ass-Kuroo-san.”

“Don’t be embarrassed Akaashi,” Tetsurou purrs as he hands the next tape to Koutarou, barely holding back his laughter.

“Shut up and get to work.” There;s a note of warning in Keiji’s tone that eans he’s blushing. Mission accomplished.

“Ey ey vice-captain!” Tetsurou says, saving the changes they’ve made and deleting their traces.

Suddenly, beside him, Koutarou stills, “There’s a big red button.”

Indeed, on the other side of the panel is a big red button. Tetsurou immediately understands Koutarou’s fascinated tone, because he wants to push it as well.

“It’s the alarm.” Keiji explains, “Don’t touch it.”

“I want to push it.” Koutarou whispers, his face easily betraying his inner turmoil.

“Don’t do it Bokuto-san.” Keiji warns.

“Are we sure it’s for the alarm?” Tetsurou asks.

“Not you too, Kuroo-san. It’s the alarm, don’t push it.”

“I don’t know, ‘Kaashi.” Koutarou murmers, “I really want to push it.”

Tetsurou, as tempted as he is, knows that it’s at least twice as bad for Koutarou and that with his compulsive “I’m going to ruin my life real quick” moments, he’d 100% push the button.

And Keiji knows that too.

“Don’t press the motherfucking red button.” Keiji hisses, and it’s evident that he’s done.

Koutarou forcibly turns and walks out of the office and Tetsurou again admires how much control Koutarou exhibits when he’s on the job.

And he’s glad to have many more chances to witness it again.

Fin.

#Bokuakakuro #Spy au #Haikyuu!!#My writing #my fic

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The Gift of Memories

@fiddleford-appreciation-month Week 2: Memories (UNEDITED) A SUMMER OUT OF JERSEY: YEARS AFTER (relativity falls)

Today marks a day that has been a long time coming. Years after Mabel saved Dipper from the portal, stopped Bill from taking over Gravity Falls, and the twins were taken into their Great Aunt’s home in Senior Year. After Ford and Fidds went off to West Coast Tech to study their hearts out, graduated top of their class, and begun their own investigation on the paranormal.

It has finally happened. Stanford and Fiddleford’s wedding has finally arrived and with the wedding comes the Best Man Speech and Stanley has something special lined up for the two nerds he holds the closest to his heart. Ao3

Fiddleford could not wipe the smile off his face if he tried. This was the day that he had thought never would come. The slowly warming metal on his finger and the matching pair on Stanford’s told him that this was very much not a dream and very real. He had just married Stanford Pines.

“Something on your mind?” Stanford whispered into his ear and made the other man jump.

Fidds laughed it off and pulled him into a kiss, “Nothing but the happiness that this really happened, darling.”

Stanford smiled into the quick peck and grinned at him brightly. The only thing stopping him from going in for another kiss was the sound of glass being tapped on that was coming from his right.

The pair turned their head as the room’s chatter slowly was killed by the soft clink. Only when all the sound had been quenched did the source of the clinking noise stop and fix his tie. Stanley Pines smiled at everyone from the other side of his twin and then down at the two at his side.

“Thanks for coming everyone, this has been a very emotional day. I mean, even the cake is in tiers.”

Fiddleford snorted at the terrible joke while Stanford gave a deep sigh and shook his head. Around the room the response was pretty much the same; a few people laughed while others groaned. Mabel cracked up laughing at the front and clapped.

“Thanks,” Stan chuckled, “I worked hard on that pun but this isn’t about my tasteful jokes. Today is the day I have been waiting for since me and my nerdy bro turned thirteen.”

Stan looked at the two sitting next to him and smiled.

“Today my brother and my best friend tied and knot and I could not be happier,” The man chocked out. His eyes getting that misty look like when he was about to cry.

The man took a breath and looked back at the crowd.

“I know this is supposed to be me talking to you about funny stories about these two and all this stuff but,” Stan grinned and pulled out a little remote from his pocket, “I think it is better if I showed you all.”

In the back of the room, Carla McCorkle gave his boyfriend the thumbs up and hit the lights while a few screens lowered behind the main table.

“What is going on?” Fidds asked as he looked at the screens behind them.

“Stanley?”

“This is my present to ya both,” Stan said with a grin, “I’d turn your chairs around.”

The newlyweds looked at each other confused before doing what they were told and facing the screens.

As soon as the two were settled Stan hit a button on his remote and stepped away from the main table and a video began to play. Fiddleford gasped a little as the image of a familiar twelve-year-old boy appeared on the screen.

Stanford Pines was laying with his head over the end of a bunk bed. His glasses were slowly starting to slide off his face but the child did not seem to care with his eyes stuck to the video game in his hands.

“You excited to head to Gravity Falls?” A voice belonging to the camera owner asked the young child on the screen.

“I guess,” The child said with a shrug, “I don’t see why we have to be over there for our birthday.”

“Oh, come on, Sixer. This will be an adventure and who knows…maybe we will find you a girlfriend!”

The younger Stanford snorted and pushed the camera that had gotten way too close to his face away.

“Yeah right. Like anyone would want me as a partner.”

The video faded out and changed to a familiar attic room. It was covered in streamers and a few slices of abandoned cake were on plates on the floor. A young Stanley’s braces filled smile filled up most of the screen suddenly and made many people around the room laugh.

“Okay,” The Stan on the screen whispered, “So, today was our thirteenth birthday Sixer. I know, if you ever see this, you will probably kill me but…”

The young Stan looked across the attic room, out of the camera’s range. The smile on his face turned from mischievous to one of affection. The boy looked back at the screen and flipped the camera back around to show the forms of two sleeping people.

A younger Stanford and Fiddleford were sleeping soundly on the other bed in the room. Both children still had on their clothes that they had been dressed in for the party and were snuggling close.

“I had to capture this, Ford. You look so happy,” the younger Stan laughed behind the camera, “I mean, who knows, maybe I will just delete this later.”

Fiddleford felt his eyes get all misty as that video faded out slowly and pictures started to fill the screen. A hand on his shoulder pulled him back to the reality of sitting there at his wedding that all those memories playing on the screen had led up to. Stanford smiled at him with a teary-eyed expression and gently pulled him close.

A vide showed up again and the expression on the younger Fiddleford’s face made the man watching the screen groan. He knew this clip all too well from trying to edit it out of Stanley’s guide entirely.

The thirteen-year-old Fidds was sitting on a stump by the forest and watching something just off-screen.

“So, Fiddlenerd, what’s your favorite color?” Stan’s voice said from behind the camera.

“Ford,” the teen on the screen hummed with a love-sick smile on his face making the people watching the video laugh and Stanford pull his husband closer when the man hid his face in his arm.

The child on the screen’s smile dropped quickly as he became aware of the real question.

“Wait, what was the question again?”

The younger Stan giggled behind the camera, “Oh nothing, I got what I needed.”

“Stanley, what did you ask me? A-are you recording?”

The boy behind the camera giggled and the camera pointed and looked over at the boy Fidds had been staring at. The younger Ford was unaware of his best friend’s affections and was trying his best to capture a gnome.

The video faded out just as Fidds jumped Stanley and the camera fell to the ground.

The video went on with pictures and secretly recorded video chat segments that neither groom had been aware of but were happy to see. A few laughs were given when Stanford fell asleep at his desk while talking to Fiddleford; the giggles changes to ‘awes’ when the, then sixteen, Fidds gently smiled at the sleeping man and said ‘I love you’ before letting the call end.

The full video ended on a clip from Stan’s home High School graduation video. The teen had the camera bouncing around the shack before landing on Ford and Fidds who were hugging tight in the Shack’s hallway.

“Give us a kiss for the camera.”

The teenagers on the screen looked at each other curiously. With a smirk, the Fidds on the screen pulled Ford in for a kiss and Stan laughed in victory behind off screen. The wedding party cheered as well as the cheesy heart transition appeared on the screen when Ford dipped his, at the time boyfriend, and shoved a hand at the camera lenses. The screen went dark and the video ended.

The crowd clapped as the screens went up and the lights came back on. Fiddleford and Stanford did their best to regain themselves and wipe away the tears before they were noticed.

“I am bad with words but watching my brother and Fidds slowly grow up together and just fall more and more in love,” Stan said slowly as he wiped his eyes subtly, “It is something a brother can only dream of.”

Stanley looked at the two of them and smiled, “And, I mean it when I say, you two couldn’t have done better. Let the memories of the past be the building blocks of this marriage and let the future create more…or something cheesy like that.”

Stanley held up his glass and the rest of the wedding party did so as well.

“To these nerds and the happy future they are about to go into as husbands.”

The guest cheered.

Stanford and Fidds stood up and pulled Stanley into a hug.

“We are gonna have to talk to you about how it is wrong to record video calls,” Fiddleford whispered into Stanley ear with a laugh.

“Aw, come on, Fidds. You know you were happy I did.”

Fiddleford laughed and patted Stanley’s face as he released him from the hug.

“Yeah…still doesn’t make it ethical.”

“Since when as Stanley been ethical?” Stanford asked.

Fiddleford just rolled his eyes but had to agree with that. Stanley Pines was never ethical but he did have a big heart. That was the best present he could ever get from one of his most favorite people on the best day of his life.

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