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[writeawaythepain]

That Funny Feeling

Jimmy Solidarity x (gn!reader)

…Hey! I’m not dead! And I finally have the urge to write again! Hope you enjoy my spiral into a new fandom!

tw: self-deprecating thoughts, angst (don’t worry there’s a fluff at the end)

Word count: 1.7k

Prompts:

“You are worthy of love and friends and respect.”

"why do you care!" "because i’m in love with you!"

Summary:

You walk in on Jimmy having beef with a fence post, and though you're not really surprised, you wonder if he’s dealing with more pain than just that of his injured foot. Includes you giving the poor guy a much needed hug, and a slip-up that lets him in on how much you really care about him.

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You don’t think you’ve ever really seen Jimmy upset…not really. He never minded being the butt of any joke, laughing along at any jab or insult. He didn’t mind if people made fun of him as long as it made someone laugh at the end. He was selfless like that. You were always a little bit jealous of his resilience, and maybe that’s why you always thought of him as almost…invincible.

So, when one day you came to check up on how the Sheriff’s new building was going, you were surprised to see that barely any progress had been done. It actually…seemed like he’d torn parts of it down. You approached slowly, taking in the half done walls and foundation, a door frame without a door, and started to look for him. 

Before you can even call out to him, though, you see the back of a familiar blonde cowboy. A cowboy who was seemingly talking to himself. “No- come on Jim! You know you can do better at this- you just gotta… just gotta…” He stops, clenching his fists and yelling out in frustration. “It’s not that hard!” He emphasizes the last word by kicking a rickety fence post, but it must have been sturdier than he expected because he instantly flinched back, grabbing his foot and crying out in pain.

The whole sight was almost cartoonish, with him wearing his cowboy hat and boots, so you couldn’t help but snicker even as you reached out your hand in concern. “Oh my god Jimmy, are you ok?” You can’t stop the smile that spreads on your face, but it wavers slightly as you approach him and notice…are those tears in his eyes? He quickly wipes his face, replacing his frustrated look with an excited smile. 

“Oh hi! I didn’t even see you there! Me and this fence post are having beef, actually- See, it won’t do what I tell it to, and make my stuff look good so I was reminding ‘em who's in charge round here!” He laughs a little as he says it, his smile so bright you're inclined to believe him…it wasn’t quite reaching his eyes though, and you still wonder if the kick hurt him more than he was letting on.

“Yea, you really showed him!” You try to mirror his energy, shaking off some of your worries as he replies in his usual chipper tone.

“Yea I did!” He laughs but then slightly turns away from you. “Listen uh…you know I always love having you around. You’re welcome anytime! But uh…I really have a- a thing I gotta do and…” Your smile drops as you see him wince a little as he puts his weight on the foot he ‘beat up’ the fence post with.

“Hey Jimmy, is your foot ok?” You walk up to him, concerned. “Maybe you should sit down-“

“Nah I’m fine…probably anyway.” He laughs like it’s a joke, but when you look at him you're not smiling.

“You're limping. You might not have broken anything but- here, sit down.” You gently put your hand on his shoulder.

“It’s really nothing, I’m just being an idiot...” He moves away from your touch, shaking it off and puffing up his chest a little. He tries to shoot you a smile again, but it did little to aid your concerns.

“Just, let me take a look at it? Maybe I can help-“ You start, a little frustrated at his stubbornness.

“But I don’t need help! I can take care of it myself! I just- I just stubbed my toe. I’ll be fine!” You sigh, giving him a weird look, but deciding not to push it.

“…why were you beefing with the fence post anyway…did it kill your grandma?” You joke, hoping to fix the awkward air that had somehow come between the two of you. It’s weird, you’d never felt awkward talking with him before.

Instead of responding, Jimmy just turned towards his half finished building. And stood there. After a while he finally spoke. “Listen I’m, kinda busy right now. Maybe you can come back another time?” …Alright that’s it-

“Ok Jimmy, what is up with you? I came here to see your build, which looks less finished than when I saw it days ago may I add, and instead I see you kicking a fence post, getting defensive when I try to help, and now you don’t even laugh at my Trolls joke? …ok maybe it's an old meme but still-“ You chuckle, still kind of hoping he’d just turn around and start acting normal again. You’ve never seen him act like this before.

All he did was stand there…and as the silence grew longer you couldn’t help but start to get worried. “Gosh…I really am useless.” He finally says.

You almost roll your eyes, “Your not useless Jim-“ 

“Yes- yes I am!” He says it so firmly you freeze. You’ve never heard him raise his voice like that before. 

“I can’t build, I can’t fight, I can’t even be the guy who smiles all the time! I’m- I’m basically worthl-“ He stops himself. “…and I don’t know why I’m telling you this- I’m sorry.“ You're so surprised by his words you don’t even know what to say. “I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just-“ He takes his hat off of his head and grips it in his hands. “It’s so stupid- I’m so stupid. It shouldn’t be this hard for me to just-“ His grip on the hat tightens.

“…Jimmy, you are not worthless. You don’t have to smile all the time to be the brightest ray of sunshine I know. You could probably make me see the silver lining of getting stabbed for god's sake-“ You almost laugh at your own words, hoping it would get through to him. “You are worthy of love and friends and respect. And I’m sorry I don’t tell you that enough.” You walk up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He slowly spins around, but doesn’t meet your eyes.

“I’m just being a baby-”

“No, no you're not. It’s ok to- to feel bad sometimes.” You interrupt gently before he can insult himself again.

“Why- why do you even care?” His voice wavers, and now you can see the tears streaming out of his eyes. 

“Because I love you…you idiot.” Jimmy freezes, and even you are a little surprised at your own words, but it’s true. “People care about you- I care about you! I don't care that you can’t build giant castles or fight dragons, or that you get mad or sad sometimes-“ Your rambling a bit, trying to recover from the bombshell you just dropped. Jimmy was just staring at you, eyes wide. 

“…you…love me? Like…love, love me?!” He says slowly, not really paying attention to anything else you said after.

“I- this is probably not the best time to just- but, yea. I really do.” You can’t help but look down as you admit it, and when you look back up at him he’s crying all over again. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“

He steps forward and wraps you in a hug, sobbing into your shoulder. You hug him back, rubbing his back and giving him some words of encouragement. Slowly his sobs get quieter, and eventually he pulls away from the hug.

“Um…” He sniffs. “I know I probably look like a mess right now-“

“Just a little.” You tease gently, wiping a stray tear off of his face.

“Right- but um…I love you too. Just so you know.” He avoids your eyes as he says it, then looks directly into them, gauging your reaction, as if to ensure this wasn’t all a joke.

“Like…?” You start.

“Yea…like that.” He gently bumps his forehead against yours, his regular confident smile returning to his face. “I cannot believe you fell for my Sheriff rizz.” You laugh, shaking your head.

“Don’t- don’t say rizz-” You try to suppress a giggle, pretending to be upset. “Great, now you ruined the moment.”

His bravado instantly drops, “Wait. No wait I didn’t mean to-” You shut him up by yanking his neckerchief and planting a kiss on his cheek. “To…to…” His face slowly reddens as his brain catches up to his speeding heart.

“Fixed it.” You say simply, chuckling softly as your Sheriff still reboots. “I think I’m the one with the rizz~” You laugh.

“Yea, no I see how that ruins the moment.” You laugh even harder at his reaction, and he can’t help but join in. After a few moments, you end up gazing into his bright hazel eyes.

“You know you can always talk to me when you're feeling upset.” You say seriously, taking one of his hands with both of your own. “Don’t just…no one should be alone when they're feeling like that.”

“...I know…You're right, as always.” He smiles appreciatively, grabbing one of your hands with his free one. You both stand there, swaying your interlocked hands gently back and forth, just enjoying the other's company.

“You know, when you're feeling up to it, why don’t I help you finish this…” You look over the half finished building, realizing you had no idea what it was actually supposed to be.

“Barn. It’s – ” he sighs, as if even bringing it up makes him feel tired all over again, “ – ‘supposed to be a barn.” 

“Barn! Right, and we could even ask Joel to help.” His eyes widen.

“No! You can’t tell him- Oh my god I’d never hear the end of it!” You laugh at the urgency in his voice.

“Ok! Ok. It’ll just be me. I’ll help you…” You let go of his hands and instead interlock your fingers behind his neck. “It’ll be our little secret.” He gazes into your eyes with a look only comparable to a lovesick puppy.

“Gosh I really wanna kiss you right now-” He lets out with a whisper, and then it’s your turn to get a little flustered.

“Well…then kiss me cowboy.” You lean in and he meets you halfway, and the kiss is just as sweet as the blonde Sheriff you share it with.

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[PREVIEW] Loyalty - DoubleLife!Xisuma x Reader

A/n: I am obsessed with the life series!! >-<

In this death game, players are bound to their soulmate by life. Every wound, injury, and pain they suffer, you will feel too. Because of that, it’s a given that some people won't get along well with their companion. Luckily, you get along just fine Xisuma.

Grian, on the other hand, has other plans. Despite being in an okay-ish partnership with Scar, he’s still on the hunt for another soulmate. A secret soulmate if you will.

After deducing you’d be the perfect match for him, he tries to woo you.

And how does he do that? With gifts!

Xisuma isn’t too happy with the advances of the bird boy, however.

~☆

Chapter list:

Chpt.1

[nix-writes-mcyt]

I'm someone who only watched 1 POV of every life series because.. I don't know I just did

But now I get to watch a different POV for ✨️research✨️

P.s anon, I absolutely will, I'll just need the time to get through Tango's pov first! I'm such a sucker for TangoTek it's not even funny.

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FAQs

As the first few application responses go out (although only about half have been responded to, so don't worry if you haven't received one yet), there have been lots of questions from contributors, most of which appear several times, so the answers and any other possible questions have been compiled here for your benefit.

READERS:

When will the zine be published? The zine will be published at some point between the middle of April to the start of May, depending on how prompt contributions are.

I missed the deadline! Can I still help? While the last few application responses are going out, you could definitely still submit an application, especially if it's just within the next few days. Otherwise, general support towards the zine and participants will be enough, and there will definitely be future zines that you can sign up to on this blog. In the meantime, the Traffic Zine, Hermit Zine, Hermitcraft Season Zine and HotGuy Comics Zine (none of which are affiliated with this zine!) are all very cool projects with a similar focus.

CONTRIBUTERS:

What size, aspect ratio and general format should my (art) contribution be? Your contribution should be RGB (rather than CMYK) and the aspect ratio will be A4 proportions, so 2480 x 3508 (aspect ratio, not pixel count). Preferably files should be in a JPEG or PNG format, but other formats should work.

How long should my (writing) contribution be? About 3k to 5k, but this is more of a rough guideline and is very flexible.

How will I submit my finished contribution? A google form will be created to submit your contribution(s) closer to the time, but you may wish to show your progress via a link in DMs for check-ins.

What are check-ins? Check-ins are a way to make sure everything is running smoothly and on track, and dispel any problems that may have occurred. There will be two within the creative time period of this zine, one on the 24th of February and one on the 16th of March.

What content isn't allowed? Completely banned content for the zine includes: anything NSFW, anything graphically gory (although a bit of blood is fine given the nature of Secret Life) and anything that violates Gem’s boundaries. As for shipping, while implied is technically allow it (as long as it is between characters, not creators, and as long as it is within Gem’s boundaries) background relationships would probably best at most.

When is the deadline to submit my contribution? The current planned deadline is the 6th of April, but this can be extended if need be.

What counts as ‘Miscellaneous’? Miscellaneous just means anything that wouldn’t go into the category of the named SMPs (which are Hermitcraft Season 9 and 10, Secret Life and Empires SMP Season 1 and 2), so could include content: from stand-alone videos; from Gem’s skyblock series; from Gem’s hardcore series; from SMPs that aren’t named (like Afterlife SMP, Hermitcraft Season 8, New Life, X Life, etc.; from her Stardew Valley streams; from her times playing MCC; or just generally about her character.

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[lady-astras]

Introbo ✨🌙

Hi y’all, I’m Astra. Probably should have done this already :L. I’m a writer, a beginner digital artist, Hermitcraft fan, Ethogirl, and a HARDCORE (hehe get it?) Kolanii fan (my sister has huge regrets).

I’m a minor so please keep that in mind when interacting. Also, I have a sensory disability, and am Desi (and Tamilian! Viva Tamil Nadu!) (though American-born) which I am very proud of and will mention ;D.

I also cannot contribute financially to anyone, so if you send me an ask for monetary help I won’t be able to do anything but pass along the message. although… if you’re sending a plea for monetary help to a Minecraft fan blog? I’m gonna assume it’s a scam unless you can prove you’ve been vetted.

I’m currently working on two novels, so please ask about either of them! That also means that I will say stuff like “[character]-coded” and you have no idea what I’m talking about :’)

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Fandoms:

Hermitcraft SMP

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Traffic life

Kolanii

Wifies (a tiny bit, pre-Covid)

ACOTAR

Crescent City

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I’m a mainly Hermitcraft/Empires blog though - my random stuff is @royally-an-astrophile (writing, disability awareness, space, and memes) and @astra-the-assassin (responding to the nonsense my friend @princess--kira says). @silver-flames-47 for my ACOTAR stuff, which right now is… mostly reblogged Azriel x Reader fic. Also I have the blog @bodytemperaturestew for whatever reason…

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Scar x reader

dl

Reader and Scar are in a secret relationship

Anon, I may have gone a bit overboard?

This is barely proofread, and there are probably a few inconsistencies, but this is good enough I have exams due in a few days-.

WARNINGS: Slight angst, extremely not canon, no shipping intended but could be read that way, blood tw. If I've missed anything let me know :)

Secret Soulmate

If you were caught, you’d be dead. Even your soulmate wouldn’t hesitate to kill you.

You stared at the bucket filled with water that rested in your hands. Your face was reflected onto it, distorted by its rounded sides and dents and scratches from all its wear and tear. And yet the eyes were not yours–the reflection you saw was of two red orbs. The bucket you gripped so tightly… It was a gift from your first night.

You closed your eyes, hands hung loosely by your sides as you waited for him to make his move. You wanted him with you more than anything–for the world to prove to you both that no one else would suffice. You let the sensation of his fist against your shoulder envelop you whole as you hoped, as you prayed, for him to be yours. You opened your eyes to meet his gorgeous olive green ones, and yet they were downcast, refusing to look at you. The world was against you.

‘Y/n?’ You jumped slightly at the sound of your name, and you barely managed to keep yourself from crying out. ‘It’s me. Nothin’ to worry about.’ You turned around to face the man behind you.

‘Scar,’ you exhaled, opening your arms slightly as a sign to come closer. He stooped down to hug you, his arms constricting your ribcage. ‘I was starting to think you weren’t coming.’

‘I’m sorry, darlin’. It took me a while to get Grian off my back, but he’s finally gone to go “resource gathering”. It’s not like I don’t know he’s seeing BigB.’ He went quiet. ‘I should mind, but I can’t bring myself to anger. It’d be hypocritical of me to be angry at him for having a secret soulmate.’

You rest your head against his shoulder with a sigh. ‘My soulmate would kill us if they knew I was meeting with you–the last green duo on the server.’

‘No one thought I’d make it this far.’

‘I did. I always had faith in you.’

He stood up straight, scratching the back of his neck. His eyes were downcast–and yet they were downcast–as he spoke. ‘Even you must have been glad when we weren’t… partnered,’ he spat the word, ‘Just in case something stupid happened. You can admit it; I’ll take no offence.’

‘There’s nothing to admit. You know how much I wanted to be with you, Scar. Otherwise why would I meet you?’ You stood up straight to press a kiss to the sharp edge of his jawbone. You hear him cry out in pain.

Scar stumbled backwards, grasping his shoulder where blood slowly drenched his shirt. An arrow was plunged into his shoulder, painfully tearing at the skin as he tore it out. Your mind was a blur as your soulmate dove from the top of the tree you stood under, their diamond sword striking your love across the throat. Scar fell to the floor, a look of horror haunting his eyes. A look of betrayal. The grass beneath him was growing steadily stickier as he bled onto it, scarlet blood staining the dirt. You fell to your knees beside him as your soulmate watched on, a sickening grin on their face.

‘Scar,’ you whispered, entwining your hand with his. ‘I’m so sorry– I swear I didn’t know…’

His grip loosened, and his chest fell still, and you were left to try and find words for the loss of a man you more than knew.

[lunar-writes-things]

Powered By Redstone (And Love)

Pairing: C! Tangotek x reader, C!Solidarity Gaming x Reader, C! Tangotek x C!Solidarity Gaming

Summary: In which you dive into a death game and find love within it (And how to make fire-resistant shirts)

Genre: Fluff, pure heart-melting tooth-rotting fluff 

Words: 3.4k

Extra notes: This was based off of @lunarcrown's comic!!! Go check them out they are amazing and fuel my rancher duo needs <3 Also I looped 'Golden Hour' by JVKE while I wrote most of this so If you want ot listen to that while you read, feel free too!

Content warnings (If any): None

"Y/n!" Grian exclaimed. He was on his knees trying to beg you to join his new server and you sat declining

'Double Life' he called it

It was a death game, everyone knew that and even if your home server was FAR from nice, you at least had more than three lives to live. 

"Grian, if I join, then the number will be uneven. Do you have another person to make it even?"  You asked softly and brought Grian from off the ground 

"Well yes, but they haven't answered yet." Grian said, "They should answer before it starts though!" 

You let out a sigh and said "Fine. I'll Join." 

"Yes!" Grian said under his breath "I promise you won't regret it! You'll love it! There are thrills, guts, and glory!" 

"I'm sure it will be wonderful. Maybe I'll meet a life partner there. Who knows?" You entertained the avian but somewhere deep inside you actually hoped your words come true

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When the time came, you quickly walked out of your home server, it was mainly dead anyway but there were rumors that there would be an activity minimum for it, and into the new server. It was there where you were met with everyone else and you began to count

15... 

There were 15 people on the server including you. 

"Y/n!" Grian smiled and walked to you "You're the last one on!" 

"You said there wouldn't be an uneven number!" Y/n said and grabbed the avian by his shoulders and shook him 

"Mum- bo- could- n't- Jo- in-" Grian said as you shook him and soon escaped your grasps with a breath of relief 

"It'll be fine, Y/n." Scott came up to you "All it means is that the code will match one of us to an already existing couple." 

You lean into him with a pout and say "I hope I'm at least paired with you. I know literally no one else except for you and Grian." 

"You need to meet some new people." Scott said, "I mean, I see a pretty canary staring straight at you."

When Scott said that he dragged your eyes from his to another man. One who flushed a bright red once he realized he was caught looking at you and you held back a coo. With beautiful chocolate brown eyes shining in the sun, golden hair and wings fluttering and being ruffled with the wind, and the gorgeous flush across his face, you murmured 

"I wouldn't mind being paired with that cutie." 

"Our resident canary in a coal mine." Scott murmured "Jimmy's got this weird thing where he's the first out every season. Maybe you can change that." 

"I don't know. I think he's fine just the way he is. I mean I'm here for a good time not a long time." You winked at the cyan-haired male 

Soon their attention was directed to grian who explained what was going on and what would be happening and the group split their separate ways. 

Hours later, you were very grateful you came back to spawn to scope out some places to live because one minute you were walking under the spawn trees, and then next there was a sharp pain in your right side, ringing, and then it stopped. 

<Tango> was blown up by a creeper 

<Y/ndoesthings> died

<SolidarityGaming> died

When you opened your eyes, you were in a tree and there was a shrill voice going "WHAT HAPPENED TANGO?!" and a dull pain rushed into your ankle, someone must have jumped down from their tree

"Is Everyone okay?" You asked and saw both tango and Jimmy

"Oh! Hi! Hi- I'm so sorry!" He cried out and placed his face in his hands to hide 

"Take me through it, What- What's happened there?" Jimmy asked 

"There was some caving and then there might have been about seven zombies and a spider and- You're being butted!" Tango said, still atop one of the many trees at spawn. 

Jimmy was the one that jumped down and was currently holding his stomach from being headbutted by a stay goat. Tango jumped down and You followed his lead. Once you were down from your tree you went up to each of the boys and asked 

"Is everyone okay?" 

The two nodded in response and you used both of your hands to cup one of their cheeks, which is a touch they melted into. Once you let go, they continued with their conversation and You went to grab your things, which were thankfully only like 10 feet away. Once you came back, tango was apologizing again and Jimmy is pacing around. 

"All right, let's go meet up in a bit, I need to go grab my stuff before it despawns!" He said 

"I don't even know where I was!" Tango realized "I just lost everything, yeah- I have no idea where I was." 

"You two go and try to get your things back. If anything, come back here and I'll have extra supplies for you guys." Y/n spoke up and placed a gentle hand on both of their shoulders "I snagged a bunch of iron so don't worry for now. just try and grab your things." 

But your words were barely heard as the boys panicked and laughed. After a minute, Jimmy and Tango decided to head up on a tree for a better leverage point to look. You followed the two boys as they talked and made what they needed for a hiding spot in case they die again. 

Once they did that (and tango placed a stick in to claim it), Jimmy went his separate way and left Y/n and Tango together. 

"How are you feeling?" You asked softly 

"Guilty," Tango admitted and his shoulders slumped "this was the worst way to meet me- to meet us." 

"Maybe," You hummed gently and picked a stray Daisy and gave it to the man, the piping hot blaze rods burning brighter as Tango took it and flushed a pink "But we didn't have to find each other by running around like headless chickens and while we might be yellows now, I don't think I'd rather be yellow with anyone else." 

Tango made a flustered noise and You could help but find it so endearing. This man, who was at least a good two feet taller than you, was burning bright red, golden hair flickering as if it were going to burst into flames and smoke coming off his back. 

Actually, now that you looked at him you noticed he wore a tight-fitting black crop top (that did wonders for his lean figure hubba hubba-) that had dipped down into a point to connect and clip onto his black cargo pants with cuffs around his wrists and the top of his bicep but the ones around his wrists were loose and had short chains dangling from them. 

When you finally looked at his face, Ruby red eyes glittered with amusement and an open mouth smirked and showed off sharp canine teeth. 

"Like what you see?" He grinned and you swatted at him 

"Yeah, you look fine as hell," you winked and he laughed 

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Hours later, Jimmy came back with nothing and a disappointed face only to find out you had a chest full of items for him ready and to see that you and Tango were suited up in Iron gear. 

"What-" He said and You saw his shoulders sag "How-" 

"Check the chest Jimmy," You said and watched as he opened it 

Sunlight beamed onto his face, blinding him for a second. 

"My bad, probably a bad idea to face the opening of the chest to face where the sun is shining. It was supposed to be for dramatic effect though." Tango said and turned the chest away from the sun and spilled all the goods inside. Iron armor, a diamond pickaxe and sword, food, and small trinkets the two had piled up for Jimmy fell from the chest. 

"is- Is all this for me?" he asked softly and knelt to the ground and grabbed the sword with a shakey touch and his eyes shone with unshed tears "Why- You didn't have-" 

"We wanted to. It's not much but we hope you enjoy it." You smiled and kneeled in front of him "Most of it I already had in my inventory so..."

"Y/n actually put the whole chest together," Tango pointed out with a satisfied smirk, and watched as a bashful flush spread across their cheeks and to their ears "They thought of the idea and organized everything. I just added in two things you might've liked." 

"Would it be too early in our relationship to kiss you two?" Jimmy asked, eyes glittering like topaz with the sun shining its golden rays on his already sunkissed skin

"I wouldn't think so," You smiled and cupped his face with both of your hands to pull him into a gentle kiss, electricity burning through you when your lips brushed against his, Tango coming up beside you to steal Jimmy away for another soft kiss to his lips and to press a chaste one against yours. 

Jimmy tasted like bubblegum and Tango tasted like cinnamon.

You just found your two new favorite flavors. 

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A day or so later, the home you and Tango had been constructed and Jimmy had brought in cows and some other essential things needed. 

The three of you deemed yourself, The Ranchers.

A silly nickname but you can't bring yourself to protest as Jimmy and Tango have their hearts set on making a monopoly on getting some farm animals and how can you say no to your Ruby and Topaz? 

Your precious jewels...  Oh how you love them so. 

As the three of you took a break though, Jimmy asked about Tango's choice of shirt wear. 

He wore crop tops like there weren't any left in the world

And there wasn't anything wrong with it, in fact, both Jimmy and You had admitted to the man that you loved the fact that he showed off his lean and slender frame and his tummy in general. 

Although, there were multiple times where Jimmy has been extremely flustered at the sight of Tango.

Once, When tango was doing his redstone while you and Jimmy were watching, the blaze hybrid has asked for a comparator and while You were drooling over him, Jimmy grabbed a bucket and attempted to give it to the man. 

"Jimmy," Tango said as he perched his red goggles on his head "That's a bucket." 

With those words, The avian flushed a bright red and placed the bucket upside down on his head, and bolted having You and Tango run after him laughing and attempting to calm him down. 

He was wearing his favorite shirt then, just like he was now. 

"Powered by Redstone" 

That had to be one of Tango's favorite phrases, especially when he's planning out his next masterpiece for his other dimension. 

At least he thinks. 

He doesn't quite remember, no one does. He says it's blurry and that he knows he was working on some huge build that needs a lot of redstone and attention but he can't quite remember what. He barely remembers friendships and relationships from people except those that are in this game right now. 

The game was fun like that. it gives you an almost entirely blank slate, but it keeps important things and fears near your heart. 

But you never would have thought you'd find love in a death game.

Sure it had only been a few days and it may be the red string of fate connecting you two but it felt so real and You know you would do this a thousand times over if you'd be able to feel like this again in your home server. 

"yeah- Actually this shirt was once full length," Tango broke through your daze and you focus on him, He's gripping the bottom of his 'Powered by Redstone" crop, and a blaze rod is hovering over his shoulder when He says "But sometimes by blaze rods catch stuff and-" 

And The shirt was up in flames before fluttering to the floor, a pile of ashes that was once his favorite shirt. 

"AWWW MAN!" Tango whined as Jimmy looked away, face flushed the same shade as Tango's eyes and You oogled at the bare chest of Tango with a satisfied hum

But as much as you liked the show, You knew you'd have to talk with Jimmy later about this situation. Tango was already making a pout and sad noises escaped his lips. You couldn't bare to see the blaze hybrid like that. 

=====

Hours later, in the dead of night, You whispered to the Avian in his ear "Jimmy? My Darling Topaz? Are you up?" 

"Yes, my Love?" Jimmy groaned quietly and suddenly you were thankful, the both of them insisted you lay in the middle of your shared bed and that Tango sleeps like the dead "Are you okay?" 

"I'm fine Topaz, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to do something for our Ruby. I feel bad that he lost his favorite shirt." You whisper and pull him close enough so that your lips brush the shell of his ear. A shiver ran down his back and he nodded. 

"We could recreate his shirt again," Jimmy said and began to press soft kisses to your face "This time with a more durable fabric?" 

"That works," You hummed and cupped his face to press a soft kiss to his lips "We can talk more about it in the morning. I love you My amazing Topaz."  

"And I love you, My precious diamond." He whispered into your mouth, never stopping his gentle kisses and you couldn't help but melt into his touch 

The next day, You awoke to Jimmy and Tango holding you tightly and you sighed with contentment, how you wish you could stay here all day, but the gods of old had other plans. 

So you squirmed out of their arms, both shifting to hold each other and the pillow between them as if you were still there. You smiled and went to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast. Snagging some eggs from the chickens you guys are hoarding and carving some bacon off the carcass of a pig you slaughtered this morning, you made some bacon and egg and cut up some day-old bread for toast. 

Jimmy was the first one up of the boys and watched as Y/n plated the breakfast as he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his bare chest, a soft smile gracing his lips. 

"Good morning Topaz," You hummed and smiled at him before placing his plate on the table "Go eat, I'll wake up our ruby."

"You are the best," he said and pressed a kiss to your cheek "We can talk more about the shirt after breakfast when Tango goes out?" 

"Alright," You smiled and placed a gentle hand on his chest before pressing a kiss to his lips "Enjoy." 

You walked past him after he kissed back and went to wake up Tango. 

"My lovely Ruby," You whisper in his ear as you crawl on top of him to sit on his waist "Time to wake up Tango, I made breakfast." 

Tango groaned softly as his eyes fluttered open. Twin red jewels stared back into your eyes as a smile graced Tango's lips and he pulled you down to smother you in kisses, laughs bubbled from your chest as you playfully fought from his grip. 

After a few seconds when he calmed down to just kisses, you heard his stomach rumble and he laughed. 

"I think that's my cue to eat the breakfast you made," He said and swung his legs over the edge of the bed to get off "Come, Topaz is waiting." 

"He's only waiting because you pulled me in to smother me!" You playfully whine out and allow him to drag you off the bed you share

After breakfast, Tango cleaned up the kitchen and Jimmy lit the fireplace. Y/n pulled Jimmy to dance with her while Tango cleaned and listened to their hushed giggles, They swayed in the warmth of their home, Jimmy humming into your ear as the sun dawned upon their home and the rooster crowed. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Tango watching from the kitchen with a gentle smile as he dried his hands and you beckoned him over. He and Jimmy switched spots and you swayed with Tango who whispered sweet words into your ears and eventually dragged Jimmy into the swaying, The three of you holding each other and talking softly. At least until Tango had to leave the house and You and Jimmy were left to your own devices. 

"Okay," Y/n murmured and caught Jimmy's attention, "I know where to find and how to get fire resistance clothing. Only thing is, I don't know how to sew words." 

"I can do that part," Jimmy said "It should be just like weaving a nest. Plus, my mom taught me how before I left her home." 

"Perfect," You grinned at him "You are so great Jimmy." 

A wobbly smile spread across his face as he flushed and covered his face with his hands. "You're too nice to me." He groaned softly which elicited a laugh from you 

"No such thing as ever too nice. Now, let's get Tango's present together." You smile and hold out your hand to him 

=====

Hours later, Tango came home calling out to the two who sat in the living room that he was going to take a shower and then probably nap. You and Jimmy sat on a rocking chair, you on Jimmy's lap reading and Jimmy rocking the chair, humming and peacefully stretching the words 'Powered by Redstone' into the shirt. 

"Hey, Jimmy!" Tango's voice called out but the two were in their own world "Do you know where-" 

Tango trailed off as he peeked into the living room and almost melted at the sight of his two lovers sitting together, his gems...

His home

A soft gasp snapped Tango out of his stupor and bring his gaze back to his partners. You were clutching something to your chest and using your body to hide it while jimmy tried to cover you and himself with his wings while exclaiming "Wait no! Wait! Don't look! It's not done!" 

"Aww," Tango cooed and stepped closer to you and Jimmy "What is it?" 

With a deep sigh, Jimmy unfurled his wings and showed you. You held out the shirt with a bashful expression while Jimmy explained "You were so sad after your favorite shirt got destroyed. So we thought we'd make you a new one." 

Tango looked taken aback and turned red and you and jimmy immediately panicked. 

"Oh god, you hate it!" You frowned and fiddled with your hands "I'm sorry, this was my idea and it was such a bad-" 

"I don't know why I thought-" Jimmy cut himself off as he pouted and began to cover himself with his wings, an embarrassed blush spreading across his cheeks "I'm not even that good-" 

This time Taango cut off Jimmy by lifting you up and kissing you... hard. Hard enough that you were dazed and had to stumble to another couch. Tango pulled Jimmy up by the collar of his shirt and kissed him with the same passion he kissed you with. Now that you were less dazed, you saw smoke rising from Tango's back in curls that looked like hearts and his red flush was still there and Jimmy's wings were flapping like crazy once he realized what was happening. 

When he pulled away from Jimmy, He kept the avian close, his left arm wrapping around Jimmy's waist. "Come here Y/n," Tango whispered and you obliged 

When you came close enough, he pulled you closer and wrapped his free arm around your waist, and pressed another kiss to your lips. You melted into his touch and leaned your forehead into the crook of his neck while he whispered

"I love it. It means so much to me that you two did this." He pressed a gentle kiss to yours and Jimmy's foreheads before continuing "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you." 

[thefanficmonster]

Friend of a Friend

Karl Jacobs x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: After a lot of back and forth with her best friend Bretman, Y/N is talked into joining an Among Us stream with him and members of, what she later learns is the Dream SMP - one member in particular stands out to her.

Requested by Anon. Hi lovely! Thank you so much for being the first person to request for Karl and one of the first people to request for any of the members in the Dream SMP. Sorry for the long wait on the fic but here it is and I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Bitch, where have you been?“ 

To be fair, Y/N shouldn’t have expected anything else. Knowing Bretman for as long as she has, she should’ve known this would be his reaction to her calling him back after a double digit missed calls from him.

Dead week has been hitting her hard to the point her phone was left uncharged and dead somewhere in her dorm a couple of times. On other occasions it was left on either airplane mode or on silent so it’s safe to say Bretman isn’t the only person who’s been left in the dark about her and her wellbeing. However, he’s gonna give her the hardest time about it.

“Hi! Hey, sorry for vanishing for a week or two. Exams were kicking my ass left and right and now burnout is kicking in so...consider this an SOS to get me out of this looping hell.“

“If you want an SOS from me you better listen to what I tell you, got it? Imma be your mom for the next couple of days till you pull yourself together, copy?“ He huffs, his voice getting somewhat lost in the background noise of the loud traffic, suggesting he’s out and about at the moment.

Thinking she’s got nothing to lose if she asks for help during these difficult times, she agrees although somewhat reluctantly, “Ugh fine, but you better not throw me some crap out of left field, ok?”

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t think you were in any place to be giving orders.“ He barks back, causing her to roll her eyes.

Turns out she’s got a lot to lose after all - a ton of patience as he bosses her around.

“This is gonna be interesting...“, She mumbles to herself before flopping down on her bed, “Ok mom, I’m listening.“

*   *  *   *   *

"No! Absolutely no!" Y/N almost yells, but being in a park, she doesn't want to disturb anyone around her. Also would most definitely not want them to think she's crazy or something. "What does that have to do with me pulling myself together?"

So far, she's followed Bretman's very reasonable instructions: took a shower, brushed her hair, did her makeup and left the dorm to meet up with him as to get some fresh air.

And then this bombshell of nonsense onto her, leading her to believe the whole thing was a setup.

"You haven't had a human interaction outside of college since the semester started! It'll be good for you to meet new people and have some fun!" He argues, standing by his very valid point.

Y/N also stands by hers, "That's not it, Bret! I've never met these people before! I don't know what they're like! Who knows if they're gonna like me! What if I end up being annoying to them? Or-"

Luckily, Bretman doesn't allow her to continue, "You can never know, Y/N, not unless you meet them. Come on give them a chance, they are some of the nicest people I've met. "

“That doesn’t change anything! I’d still much rather just play video games alone!“ She complains, crossing her arms over her chest like a child.

“Bitch, we need to get you some friends and unfortunately I cannot duplicate myself so if you have any better ideas please, the floor is all fucking yours.“ Y/N rolls her eyes at Bretman’s sass but she’d be lying if she told herself he wasn’t right.

“I have friends! The fact that you don’t like them is entirely your fault!“ She barks back, eyes glinting with annoyance bordering into anger.

“If I, as your best friend, don’t like them, doesn’t that tell you anything?“ He gives her a curious look, one she can not look at without bursting into laughter which is why she quickly turns her head to stare ahead at the passerbys.

“Yeah, it tells me that you’re incredibly judgmental.“

“And you not wanting to meet my friends tells me you don’t trust me!“

Furrowing her brows she leans forward and turns to look at her friend who looks smug as ever.

“That’s messed up! That’s manipulation 101 you can’t do that to me!“ She retorts, eyebrows twisting into a semi faux frown of hurt.

He, however, is not at all bothered, “Sure I can when it’s for your own good.”

“You don’t know if it will be!“

“Neither do you!“

And that’s how he caught her on technicality and practically won the argument.

*  *  *  *  *

The way Bretman phrased it: “Just a harmless Among Us stream” - definitely didn’t sit right with Y/N. She’s still, even now as she sits down in front of her computer and puts on her headset, rather unsure, a half of her adamant on her deserting the scene although she could never do that. Not so much because of Bretman as for the other players. She doesn’t wanna leave them hanging by any means and leave a bad impression on them without even meeting them first. Considering it’ll do more harm than good to leave now that she’s already got herself a spot in the lobby - one her friend got for her and was hoping he’d forget - she decides that there’s probably gonna be little to no harm in staying.

Obviously, the anxious and shy half of her doesn’t agree with that claim but she’s already made up her mind when she joins the VC where there’s already breezing chatter.

“Y/N is that you?“ Bretman’s voice comes through.

“Yup, definitely is.“ She tries to mold her voice into a gleeful one to hide the nervousness although no one can probably notice other than her best friend.

Luckily, he doesn’t comment on it, “Heyy! Was kinda worried you’d chicken out at the last second.”

Damn, he knows me well, She thinks to herself, half bitterly, half fondly.

“Well I didn’t, as it’s pretty obvious.“ She shrugs her shoulders, taking a sip of her stress-reducing soda which doesn’t even manage to get the job done - as expected - but it’s still a good way to trick her mind into taking the metaphorical chill pill.

“And we’re very glad you didn’t. I’m Dream by the way.“ Says a male voice who she hears for the first time, on she didn’t even manage to catch up on when she interrupted the chatter with her entrance into the call.

“Nice to meet you, Dream! I’m Y/N as you probably heard. It’s a pleasure to be here today and I have Bretman to thank for granting me the opportunity.“ Y/N plays off confidence very well, as evidenced here, she might be shaking in her boots, which she kinda is, but she’d never show it, not unless she’s ‘confessing‘ it to someone she trusts.

Soon, one by one, each and every person present in the call introduces themselves to Y/N with her hardly managing to remember which voice belongs to who but she’s so far managed to add Dream, Sapnap, George and Wilbur to her mind’s memory directory which is by no means easy when you don’t have an appearance to relate it to.

“That’s about all of us, just one dick running....“ Dream starts saying before he’s cut off by the noise cuing that someone has joined the VC, followed by a very boyish voice:

“Hello everybody! Sorry I’m late. What’ve I missed?“’

“Thank you for gracing our stream today with your presence Mr. Jacobs. Please, no apologies needed, we’re sorry to have started too on time for you.“ The sarcasm in Georges tone almost makes Y/N laugh. She manages to suppress the majority of it but a giggle still escapes her. Her hand immediately flies to cover her mouth as a result, never mind how not effective of a gesture it is.

“Oh, we have a guest? Hello, I’m Karl.“ He too, like the rest before him, introduces himself, tone almost apologetic as he does so, “Sorry to have kept you waiting.“

“Not a problem at all, Karl. Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N, Bretman’s friend.“ The girl replies timidly, cheeks flushing a faint pink she’s glad no one can see.

The members of the VC explain to her the mechanics of playing Among Us with the use of proximity chat which Y/N’s quick to pick up on, allowing the game to finally start and put an end to the agonizing wait the viewers have been put through.

She let’s out a sigh of relief at the sight of her being declared as a crewmate, knowing being an impostor would cause her too much pressure - more than she’s already put herself under. So, satisfied, she goes on to take on her list of tasks and eliminate them one by one.

Meanwhile, Bretman, who’s an Impostor has taken it upon himself to always be a few steps behind Y/N to make sure she’s doing well and is alive. Hey, if she’s to get killed, he’ll at least make sure to be the one to kill her. Just what friends do for each other, you know.

But then he notices that Y/N is not alone in O2 and is instead in the company of Karl who’s holding something between a small talk and and interview with her since they apparently both got the same task.

“Oh, I’m an ECON major and I hate it, all in all.“ The girl admits with a giggle.

“Why’d you choose it then?“ He asks, audibly cringing before correcting the ‘mistake‘ that Y/N didn’t even notice, “What made you choose it?“

“My parents are both accountants and both of them hate their job which would make you think they’d tell me to stay away from it, but no! Quite the opposite actually.“ She huffs, showing the sheer frustration the topic provokes in her.

“Their excuse?“ Karl nudges her playfully, earning him a slight laugh from Y/N.

“I’ve been told it pays well so...“ This gets them both to laugh, “So they made it seem as though it’d all be worth it in the end. Spoiler alert: I doubt it.“

Although suspicious of the situation, he knows Karl isn’t an impostor so, believing his friend is in safe hands he goes about his way, looking for people he could slaughter.

“Bretman! Come ‘ere!“ He’s startled by the disembodied voice that soon gets its body to follow in frame - it’s Karl’s avatar insinuating he’s left Y/N on her own.

“What’s up?” Bretman asks, mostly uninterested and expecting for it to be a troll attempt.

“Well, um, just wanted to say your friend’s super nice and sweet and uh...how do you know each other?”

Bretman’s eyebrows rise at the question, “Well, if you must know, we met at a convention where she was an assistant part time. What’s it to you?“

Feeling like he needs to defend his intentions behind the question, Karl quickly replies, “Just wanna get to know her better, you know. Who knows, she might appear in more streams and...I gotta know who I’m playing alongside with. You get me, right?”

“Oh I get you, hun, I get you, but let me ask you this: would you want her to join in on other streams?“ Before the poor guy could even reply, Bretman gasps dramatically, “You like her don’t you?!“

“NO!“ Karl exclaims in distress, hoping Y/N has moved onto a different task. “It’s just that you’re my friend, which makes her, um....a friend of a friend! And I wanna make sure she’s....a reliable friend like you deserve.“

Oh boy, he thinks to himself, now I’ve got myself in a deep pile of shit

And he couldn’t be more right. His claims wouldn’t have flown with anyone and especially not Bretman who he can just see smirking right now.

“Awww,�� he gushes, “You so like her! But don’t be embarrassed! You know what they say: enemy of my enemy is a friend, friend of my friend can be my partner!“

“That’s not how the saying go-!“

“You guys talking about me?“ Y/N’s voice cuts Karl off, causing his heart to drop and face go pale as a canvas.

“Yeah, he likes you.“ Bretman casully drops the bomb and waddles away, leaving the two blushing messes alone in the hallway, knowing better than to cut either of their losses by killing one of them.

Meanwhile, the chat is going wild and while Y/N is spared the chaos, Karl is making a LOT of effort not to look down at it, mostly cause he already knows what he’ll see.

I mean, after all, every love story has to start somewhere, doesn’t it?

@mintbunbun

[amyelevenn]

stood up

PAIRING; c!Awesamdude x gn!reader

SUMMARY; you get stood up on a date, so Sam steps in.

WARNINGS; none, angst if you squint

A/N; see so many of these so i wanted to write one :)

0.9k words - m.list

Ten minutes. Ten minutes late he was. The clock above the entrance quietly ticked away, making your stomach drop even more with every passing minute.

Dating was never your thing, but you thought it was time to get back out into the world. So here you are, on a second date, waiting as patiently for him to arrive as possible.

Nick had asked you to the fanciest restaurant in the SMP, and he had insisted on it being his shout. Which you’re sure you would’ve enjoyed if he was actually with you.

You both had a mutual friend, which was how you met. Apparently you were both looking for love, so you were set up together.

The first date went rather well- or so you thought. Obviously, he had a different opinion, now being over twenty five minutes late.

You checked my phone: zero messages.

With each ticking minute, it was more and more apparent that you would be dining alone tonight. Even the waiters seemed to know what was going on, insisting you order. You told them repeatedly you were waiting for someone, and every time they gave you a sad smile, as if they could have prevented it.

The minute hand passed six, Nick now being half an hour late. Five more minutes, you thought, not willing to accept the fact that you had been stood up on the second date you had been on in forever.

Sighing to yourself, you watched the clock tick over the nine. He was now forty five minutes late, and you had been officially stood up.

 Huffing slightly through your nose, you began to pack up my things.

Was I really that bad? Did he really not like me? I thought we hit it off-

You were interrupted by a man taking his seat across from you. For a split second you got your hopes up thinking it was Nick, but much to your dismay, it certainly wasn’t.

No, this wasn’t Nick, but whoever he was is a hell of a lot cuter.

“Hi honey, I’m so sorry I’m late, I got caught up in traffic,” the stranger smiled up at you. He grabbed the menu, casually browsing his dining options as if you were an actual couple.

“Uh- I think you’ve got the wrong table,” you said sheepishly.

“Just go along with it,” he whispered, turning to face the approaching waiter, who seemed much happier now that you weren’t alone.

The two began to make conversation, the mysterious man making his order. You had zoned out, too busy studying the guy sitting in front of you.

You could tell he was a man of pride, someone who took care of himself. His suit was pristine, along with perfectly styled hair. The scruff on his face looked recently shaved, but not in a homeless man way. His eyes were a beautiful emerald, shining despite the dim lighting of the room.

you felt his hand slide into yours, both his and the waiters attentions now on you. you snapped out of your little daze and gave him a questioning look.

“What would you like to order, dear?” he asked, a gentle smile tracing his lips.

“Oh, uh, just the chicken for me,” you said, handing the waiter back your menu.

“Any drinks?”

“Just water, thank you.”

“No problem, that will be out for you soon,” the waiter grinned, leaving you alone with the man.

You immediately pulled you hand out of his and onto your lap, staring at him expectantly. “Well? Do I get a name?”

“I’m Sam. Sam Nook.” He stuck his hand out, silently asking you to shake it.

You stared for a second, before taking his hand in yours. “Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful person,” Sam smirked, raising your knuckles to his lips. He placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand, and let it go. You were blushing immensely.

“Well, Sam Nook, why are you here sitting with me?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well, Y/N L/N, I saw you sitting alone for quite some time, and with that heartbroken look on your face, only one could assume you had been stood up.”

“I did not have a heartbroken look on my face!” you laughed, the tension in your shoulders easing at his breezy manner.

“You did too!”

You only giggled in reply, knowing in the back of your mind that he was probably right. “So, why are you sitting with me then?”

“A person as pretty as you shouldn’t have to dress that good and spend the night alone,” he said, a coy grin dancing in his lips.

You were flattered by the many compliments, a red hue dusting itself along your cheeks and neck. “That’s very sweet of you, but I think I would’ve been fine in my own.”

His smirk faded instantly, replaced by a much sadder frown. “Oh I can leave if you want, I just assumed-”

“No, no stay. I mean, you have already ordered, so what the harm?” This time it being your turn to grin.

He chuckled quietly to himself, shaking his head slightly. “I’m paying by the way.”

“What? No, I couldn’t let you do that.”

“I insist.”

“I insist harder,” you said, placing your hands back on the table.

“Please just let me pay,” he cocked his head to the side, gazing intently at you. You stayed quiet for a second, pondering your answer.

“Fine, but I’m paying next time.”

“Am I that charming that you are already thinking of a second date?” he chuckled.

Needless to say, the rest of the night you talked and got to know each other. You think it was easy to say it was one of the best nights of your life.

After all, it is how you met your husband.

[teddy06writes]

I feel there isnt enough sapnap x karl x quackity x reader, so can I request sap x karl x quackity x y/n where everone js tired at the end of the day, and despite having separate rooms, they all collapse together in one person’s bed

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader (HOLY SHIT THE POLY SHIP REQUESTSSSSSSS)

Trigger warnings: swearing

premise: vidcon pannels and meeting fans can be tiering, and maybe by the time the day is done you and all of your crushes collapse into bed together without realizing until the next morning  ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

“Blep” talking

‘blep’ thinking

(y/n/n)- your nickname

(y/s/n)- your screen name

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Ah vidcon, a content creators dream, or worse nightmare, or in your opinion, wild trip that lasted three days.

~~

It was your first time seeing anyone from the Dream SMP in a while, and your were practically buzzing with excitement by the time you were getting off the plane in California.

You fiddled with your carry on as you made your way towards baggage claim, grinning upon hearing a yell of “Oh my god is that (Y/n) from the internet!?”

You turned to see Alex standing just outside the gate he’d landed at, quickly you ran to hug him, stomach filling with butterflies at his touch. “Wait it’s Alex from the internet!”

You both laughed as you pulled away, starting back to baggage claim, “Are you excited for vidcon?” He asked.

“Yeah, what I’m not excited for is having to share a house with you idiot for a weekend.”

He scoffed, “What do you mean? It’s gonna be fun!”

“Oh yeah, the entire SMP together in one house, is such a good idea. It’s gonna be chaos!”

“That’s the fun part!”

“I like to sleep at night without being interrupted by random screaming and stuff.”  You argued.

“I’m sure there won’t be random screaming.”

“You seriously underestimate Tommy.” By now you had made it to baggage claim and began to look around for the right carousel.

You split up, planning on meeting back by the door to wait outside for Bad, who had arrived the day before and was picking people up, a few at a time.

After waiting at one carousel for a few minutes your suitcase came rolling out, but as you went to grab it someone else grabbed it from behind you, a familiar voice drawling, “Hey, hey.”

Grinning you turned to see Nick smiling back at you, “Hey yourself.”

He hugged you, and again your stomach filled with butterflies.

Pull away you smiled, “Come on, I think I left Alex just over there.”

Grabbing your suitcase in one hand, and his hand in the other you tugged him off toward where you’d left Alex, calling, “Alex look who I found!” as soon as he was in view.

Nick dropped your hand to grab Alex’s to pull him into a hug, and you found yourself fighting a grin at how red Alex's face turned.

“Bad texted me that he’s almost here!” You announced after checking your phone.

“Who else is he picking up?” Nick asked.

“Uhhh,” You pulled the messages back up, “Karl and Fundy, and then Wilbur is supposed to be getting another rental car and driving the rest of the Europeans when they get here, minus George cause apparently he also flew out early.”

You all headed out towards the pick up area, weaving through the crowds of people you felt Nick grab the back of your shirt, and when you looked back at him in question he muttered, “So I don’t lose you Idiot.”

All you could do was hope your face was clear of any blush as you smiled back.

You all ended up stood near the curb when a voice cut through the chatter, “Hey gu-uys!”

“Karl!” The three of you exclaimed as he ran through the crowd towards you.

Upon reaching you he some how managed to get his arms around all of you enough for a group hug, and you laughed, “Shouldn’t you be at the other gate?”

“Yeah, but I thought I saw you guys so I came over here, and I was right!”

Alex cocked an eyebrow, “What if it wasn’t us?”

“uhhh, I dunno, awkwardly ran at random people?”

You all laughed, and Nick scoffed, “You’re ridiculous.”

After a few more minutes of waiting, a car slowed near the curb, Fundy’s head practically falling from passenger window, “I’m looking for some youtubers, dumb American ones, you seen any?”

Bad smacked him, “they aren’t dumb, hey guys!”

You waved at them as the guys started loading their suitcases into the back of the car, and after Karl insisted he take yours as well, you slid into the back seat, “What’s the house situation like?”

“It looks like just about everyone will get there own room,” Bad reported, “But Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled are sharing the room with the bunk beds, because Clay designated it as the kids room.”

You snickered as Alex climbed into the back next to you, leaving Nick and Karl to take the spots in the middle row of the van.

“And obviously cause Kristen’s coming she and Phil are sharing, and then Eret said he, Puffy, and Niki would take the room with the double beds,” Fundy offered, “Which means the rest of us should get single rooms.”  

Alex elbowed you, “Told you wouldn’t get stuck with random screaming.” 

“Oh there's still time for that.”

~~

After getting to the airbnb and racing Fundy for one of the bigger rooms that was left (it was decided Phil and Kristen would get the master bedroom, and Clay had already claimed the biggest guest bedroom), you dropped your suitcase in one corner and brought your toiletries bag in the shared bathroom between your and Nick’s rooms, before flopping back onto your bed. 

No more than three minutes passed before Karl wandered into your room, flopping down next to you, “Ranboo and Sam are making nachos, and Dream and Nick found a foosball table in the garage, so a mini tournament is being organized if you want in.” 

“Foosball?” You questioned. 

“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun.” 

You allowed him to tug you up, and followed him down from the left hall of bedrooms, through the living room and to the connected garage where George was yelling over everyone to try and form teams. 

“Me and (Y/n) are a team!” Nick announced, grabbing your hand to pull you towards him. 

“Okay, that leaves Big Q and Karl as the last team for now! When other people show up they can join.” George announced. 

The rest of the day passed in a blur of foosball games, nacho’s nearly being spilled everywhere and the rest of the people arriving. 

~~

The next day was the first day of vidcon, and after getting dressed in some casual clothes you grabbed your laptop and headed out to the living room, mostly empty in the quiet house, with the exception of Tubbo, who was flipping through tv channels, and Phil, who was tinkering around in the kitchen. 

“So what’s your plan for the day?” Tubbo asked, finally having settled on a baking show. 

“Uhh, stress about the panel until it’s time for the panel, hang out, maybe find a pizza place, you?” 

“Me and Tommy are just gonna wander the convention center most of today cause I don’t have anything until the meet and greet tomorrow, then when he has to go I think me, Ranboo and Fundy might be going to mess with dream george and sapnap during the dream team panel. What’s you first panel about?” 

You glanced back down at your laptop, “It’s listed as ‘small creators with a big part’” 

From the kitchen you heard Phil chuckle.

“Oh cool.” Tubbo smiled, turning back to his show. 

You looked back down at your laptop, reading over the possible sample questions and discussion topics, you wanted to be mentally prepared for this.

At some point, as the rest of the house began to stir Alex shuffled out from the hallway and plopped down in between you and Tubbo on the couch, throwing his legs up in your lap.

“Good morning.”

He groaned, “Why is it so early?”

“It isn’t,” you laughed, flicking at his forehead, “Your just jet lagged.”

“Is there coffee here?”

As if on cue Nick, who had come over from the kitchen, offered him a mug, “Phil made a big ass pot of it.”

“Oh thank fuck!” He took the cup greatfully.

Nick smiled, handing you the other mug before going back for his own as Karl flounced into the room and plopped down on the other couch, “Good morning!” 

“Morning Karl!” You smiled. 

“oooo, are we watching cake wars?” He asked excitedly. 

Tubbo nodded and launched into an explanation of what had happened so far in the episode. 

Eventually everyone woke up and was gathered around in the living room and kitchen, drinking coffee and tea as they planned for the day. 

“Well if most of us have different things planned why don’t we just plan to meet back up here before dinner?” Niki suggested. 

A half asleep Wilbur nodded, “Sounds like a good idea.”

Techno snickered at his grogginess, elbowing him lightly, “I guess the first panel really will be sleepy boys inc.” 

If Wilbur had been fully awake he probably would’ve elbowed him back, but instead just muttered, “Shut up.” 

“Okay! So we meet back here for six yeah?” Bad asked. 

Everyone nodded, and disappeared back to their various places around the house to get ready. 

Back in your room you put your laptop away and got the last of your things ready for the panel, even though it wasn’t starting for a few hours.

“(Y/n)! Your panel’s at 12 right?” Nick half yelled through the open bathroom doors. 

“Yeah?”

“Okay cool, do you wanna come with me, Alex and Karl? Apparently Jimmy and all them just got in.” 

“Sure.”

You had talked to the famed, ‘Mr. Beast’, a few times, and had even been in one or two of his gaming videos, so before you knew it Alex was stealing the keys to one of the rental cars and you were off. 

“Yeah we just left the airbnb.” Karl, said into his phone. There was a pause before he said, “Oof, I’m glad I came out early then.” Another pause and then he laughed, “Nimrods. We can stop for food if you want?” 

A few minutes later he ended the call, leaning up between the front seats, “The gang requires food, we’re taking a pit stop to taco bell.” 

“Taco bell? At 9 in the morning?” Alex questioned. 

“Yeah apparently the nimrods forgot to get food before they left the airport, and now their stuck in traffic. We’re gonna meet them at the hotel.” 

You chuckled, “Sounds like a Jimmy move. Let me guess, they forgot because none of them slept and they took a red eye?” 

“What the fuck is a red eye?” 

You looked back at Nick, incredulous, “You don’t know what a red eye is? Oh my god you privileged fool!” 

Alex snorted, “It’s a really early flight Nick. Like, a you get to the airport for 11pm, and end up eating breakfast when you get to the other airport, flight.”

“Or, a get to the airport for anytime between 11pm and 4am and regret your life choices while waiting for your plane.” You offered. 

“In other words, hell.” Alex finished, pulling into a drive thru. 

“Yikes, why would anyone do that?” Nick asked. 

“It’s cheap.” Karl said. 

“Planes are less crowded, so are the airports.” Alex added. 

You smiled, “I do it for the feeling of a lineal space. There's no vibes like airports from 11pm to 4am.”

They all laughed, and Karl quickly unrolled his window to order an ungodly amount of food. 

~~

Unsurprisingly,  after that the day passed in a blur, the panel going pretty well, and then the impromptu meet and greet outside the meeting hall, trying to make it through the convention center with Clay and Nick without being mobbed, and then suddenly everyone was back at the airbnb getting ready for dinner. 

“(y/n) you bitch why are you taking so long in there!” Tommy yelled through the bathroom door. 

“I’m trying to fix my hair from when you threw water at me prick! There's five other bathrooms in this house go find another one!” You yelled back. 

Distantly you could hear Bad yell, “Language!” 

“Everyone is in the other bathrooms!” 

Giving up on your hair you set the brush back down and recapped the container of paste, turning and opening the door to your room, “Alright, fine.” 

“That wasn’t that hard was it?” Tommy asked, moving past you into the bathroom. 

“Don’t touch my stuff.” You instructed, striding out of the room and down the hall. 

Out in the living room Eret was humming as they cleaned up the last of the later Tommy had gotten everywhere as the rest of the group started to assemble. 

Once everyone was finally ready, and the final arguments of who would take which car, you were shoved into the back of one of the vans with Karl and Alex, making all of the anxiety that had dissipated after the panel came flooding back, especially when Nick, who was sitting on the bench seat in front of you, turned to join the conversation. 

The night was spent trying to keep blush off your face whenever Karl’s knuckles brushed yours, when Nick’s arm found it’s way around the back of your chair, or when your and Alex’s knees bumped. 

‘God’, you had thought, ‘this is like some romcom shit.’ 

After Tommy’s fail attempt to steal a set of car keys and try and drive home  -Phil smacked him upside the head, Niki snatched the keys from his hand, Kristen started to lecture him, all while the rest of you laughed your asses off- The bill was paid, and everyone piled back up into the cars, already starting to plan a movie night. 

Upon getting back to the airbnb, you headed back to your room to change back into the hoodie and comfortable pants you had been wearing earlier, heading back into the living room in time to steal Punz’s seat on the couch with Nick and Karl. 

When Alex squeezed into the spot between you and Nick, you could’ve sworn you saw Techno smirking and Puffy waggling her eyebrows toward you, how they found out about your stupid group crush you had no clue, but then Clay and Skeppy started to argue over what movie to put on. 

Tubbo ended up taking the remote from Clay, and from where he was sitting In front of one of the couches, tossed it over to Phil on the other side of the room, who said, “We’ll do a vote then!” 

A movie was selected democratically, some cheesy action movie began to play, and at some point you half turned, propping your legs up across the boys laps as Alex maintained a running commentary on the movie, just loud enough for you and Nick to hear, and Karl absently traced small shapes into your ankles. 

~~

The second day of vidcon was the most hectic, with you, Nick and Alex were going to watch the Mr. Beast panel Karl got to be a part of, plus both the dream smp panel and the meet and greet later in the day. 

You had woken up to Karl and Alex jumping on top of you, “Wake up! You’re gonna be late!” 

You groaned, struggling to shove them off, “What time is it?” 

“8:27.” Alex said, sliding off your bed. 

“Fuck,” You muttered, “Get off me, what the hell happened to my alarm?” 

“You left your phone in the other room, when it went off it woke us up.” Karl explained. 

“He means it woke him up and he felt the need to wake me up,” Alex complained as you sat up now free of the people laying on you, “Why the hell is your alarm set so early?” 

“It’s not early, I just wanted to be able to get ready without being in anyone’s way.” 

Karl nodded, “Makes sense.”

“C’mon, let’s give them time to get ready.” Alex grabbed Karl’s arm, half dragging him out of the room.

You quickly got ready, pulling on a nicer button down, plus a jacket that was one of the first from your new merch line.

You finished your hair, plugged in your phone and headed out to the kitchen where Fundy seemed to be attempting to make pancakes, dragging Karl into the process as well.

You sat down next to Alex and Ranboo, “How long do you think until they burn the house down?”

“I am not going to burn the house!” Fundy exclaimed.

You reached over and turned down the heat on the griddle, “Well you were gonna burn something.”

Ranboo snickered, “They aren’t wrong.”

“Shut up Ranboob!” Fundy retorted.

They continued to bicker as Tubbo emerged from up stairs, shoving Fundy out of the way to take over the griddle. “You’re all ridiculous.” He muttered.

“Yeah no shit.” You sighed.

“Language!” Bad yelled from the dining room.

“French!” Eret called back as she entered the kitchen, “Morning guys!”

“Morning!” Tuboo chirped, starting to flip some of the pancakes. 

“It’s panel day!” Tommy yelled, charging down the stairs, “Those best be chocolate chip Tubbo!” 

Karl held up the bag of chocolate chips he been scattering into some of the pancakes, and Tommy grinned, “Karl my man!” 

~~

Once breakfast was eaten and the dishes cleared everyone loaded back up into the cars to head to the convention center, everyone splitting up again, planning to meet back in the right area in time for the full panel. 

Karl headed off to meat with Jimmy and the guys as You Alex and Nick took spots in the audience. 

Once they took to the stage Nick leaned over and elbowed Alex, “Bet you 10 bucks when they open for questions you don’t go up just to flirt with Karl.” 

Alex glared at him, “10 bucks isn’t worth it.” 

You held back a laugh, “I’d throw in another 20.” 

Alex considered this with a sigh, “Deal, but only if we get milkshakes later.” 

You and Nick agreed, and soon enough when they opened up for audience questions Alex started to stand up, but immediately sat back down blushing slightly, “No.” 

“Damn.” Nick sighed. “We’re still getting milkshakes.” 

Once the Mr. Beast panel had ended you all went to meet up with Karl and head off to the dream smp panel. 

2 o'clock rolled around and the panel moderator began to announce everyone, one by one, and you managed to force down your anxiety, taking your place on the stage between Karl and Nick when the mod called, “(y/s/n), one of the first people to actually join the dream smp.” 

You sat down, smiling at the audience and quickly sneaking out your phone to take a quick video of your friends and then a pan of the crowd to put on twitter later.

Once everyone was on stage the moderator looked up and down the long table, “Wow, there are a lot of people on stage right now, is this everyone from the server?” 

Clay nodded, “Just about, we have a few others, Alyssa, Callahan, Ponk and Antfrost, who had other stuff going on, but for the most part, this is everyone from the server.” 

“This is honestly incredible, how, how are you guys all feeling about being here? I know this is the first Dream SMP panel, but you guys have been to vidcon before right?” 

“Most of us,” George laughed, “I think the only one who hasn’t is (y/s/n), there first ever panel was yesterday.” 

The mod looked over at you, “So, how does it feel to be at your first vidcon?” 

You laughed nervously, “Well, I mean, I’ve been to vid con before, but I was always out there in the audience, it’s- it’s pretty nerve wracking to be up here.” 

The topic shifted and after that things seemed to move more quickly. 

In the blink of an eye the first hour and a half was spent and people from the audience began to ask questions. 

“Wilbur, as the main writer for roleplaying on the server is it hard to keep track of character specifics and story arcs or is it all just written in with the scripts?”

Someone asked.Wilbur hummed, “Well I guess in part it’s written in the scripts, but I think I should turn this question over to (y/s/n), they’ll have a more interesting answer.”

Everyone turned to you. 

“Well, in my mind it isn’t all that hard, but I am literally the kid who memorized long monologues for fun.” You chuckled, “Once the first revolution arc started and the server really started to turn to roleplaying I started a google doc that now gets updated constantly. I have running tabs on current arcs, details on arcs that have ended and then there's detailed character descriptions. 

“I don’t necessarily write down bits to add while I’m streaming or anything, but most of the time it has to be the middle of the night or I won’t file anything correctly.”

Nick chuckled, “I have seen the document, it is terrifying.” 

“Didn’t someone open it to see you updating in the middle of the night once?” Ranboo asked. 

Alex nodded, “Yeah that was me, it was very traumatic, like, I blinked, and then there was another fifty words on the page.” 

You dropped your head in your hands, “It was the night after the whole election thing! Techno joined the server and then I had to add a whole ‘nother character profile, and he and his stupid English major were making things complicated!” 

“Listen man, I just wanted to make sure I had a backstory that fit into the story line, ‘s not my fault when Wilbur lets Dream have partial control of thing the storyline ends up non cohesive.” 

People laughed, and the topic was changed with the next question.

~~

Two and a half hours later, an extra hour after the panel was supposed to end, (there was just so many extra questions), you headed off stage, and were all rushed across the center for the meet and greet, which had been pushed back in time with the panel.

You felt bad for making the fans wait, but the organizers assured you that it was fine, most of the fans had been at the panel anyway.

In the big open hall the orginizors spilt everyone up into groups of threes and fours, the way fans could move down the line and see everyone.

Inevitably you ended up with Karl, Nick and Alex, at the end of the long sections of people.

“Holy shit man, how is it already 6?” Alex asked.

“Who knows.” Nick muttered glancing down at his phone.

“Dude this is supposed to go for like three hours too.” You complained, rocking up on your heals to look down the line, seeing the first groups of people starting to move past Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy.

“We’ll be fine! It’s always fun to meet fans!” Karl said, though he did look slightly wary.

After another three hours of talking to fans, signing things, and taking pictures the last group of people finally made it to your section.

“Hey! They saved the coolest for last!” The boy exclaimed.

“Hell yeah they did!” Alex half yelled back, some how still managing to keep up the enthusiasm.

“Here, let’s get you guys all in a picture together!” His mother said, motioning for you to all stand together. You slung an arm around the kids shoulder, smiling at the camera. “

“Okay serious question time, which one of us is the best?”

“Uhh,” the boy looked from person to person, “probably you (y/s/n), your contents really cool but your under rated.”

You grinned, offering him a fist bump, “ha! See that’s the third person in the last hour!”

Karl scoffed, “but I got like six people over all.”

“I only got five.” Alex pouted.

You rolled your eyes as the boy asked, “So if you guys are in a poly relationship on the server does it create problems with your friendship in real life?”

You all froze, except for Nick who somehow seemed to know this was coming, “Well, in game and out of game relationships are different, sure you can ship all you want, but that doesn’t mean stuff actually happens in real life.”

The kid nodded, “Cool, hey I saw your stream like, during quesrentine, just a question, how many people have tried to fight you today?”

You laughed, “at least 15 took pictures with him squared up.”

A few minutes more and the kid was gone, being ushered away by his mom, and you glanced at your phone, “holy shit it’s already 9:15.”

“Where did the time go?” Kale asked incredulous.

~~

After meeting back up with the rest of the group you all headed off to terrorize a McDonald’s, drawing a lot of attention from random fans as you all scarfed down food.

By the time you got back to the Airbnb it was nearly 11pm and everyone was exhausted.

After quickly getting ready for bed you a collapsed.

~~

The next morning you woke up, and for a moment worth your eyes still closed you were perfectly content with the warmth pressed agasint you.

Then you came fully too, realizing that, no, you weren’t fully swaddled in your comforter, you were laying in a bed with other people.

Opening your eyes you blinked away sleep, looking down, confused to see Alex asleep with his head on your chest.

Turning your head you saw that it was Nick on your other side an arm wrapped around you both.

Karl was half sprawled across all of you, similarly to the airport, as if he could hold all of you at once. You sat in shock for several moments before realizing you were in fact, trapped in bed.

Alex’s fingers were tangled with yours, Nicks nose was pressed into your neck, and you could have sworn Karl shifted in his sleep, as if to get closer to you.

‘Well,’ you thought, ‘might as well make the most of it.’ As settled back down to fall back asleep.

~~

Once you had all woke again, no one spoke as they headed back to there own rooms, and your crossed back through the bathroom form Nicks.

~~

The rest of the day past, still no one speaking about it, and that night you found yourself laying in your own bed, wondering why it felt so wrong.

There was muffled whispers from Nicks room, and you quietly got up, moving into the bathroom to hear better.

Unfortunately for you Nicks door to the bathroom was still open, so you couldn’t eavesdrop as planned.

Karl and Alex were both sat on the bed next to each other as Nick paced. “What’s going on?” You asked quietly

“Would- would it be weird if we cuddled again?” Alex asked hesitantly.

“We were debating asking you.” Karl admitted.

Nick nodded, “You don’t have to, it’s just- we-“

Quietly you crossed the room, climbing into the bed instead of answering the question outright.

~~

“Is- I- am I stupid, or is this something?” Alex whispered.

Vidcon had ended and even with the long weekend everyone was staying in California the time had gone all to fast.

You, Alex, Karl and Nick had continued to cuddle every night, still not talking about it during the day.

“Do you think it could be?” Was your only response, continuing to card your fingers through Karl’s hair.

“It seems like it already is.” Nick said.

Karl yawned, “I think I’d like it to be.You nodded,

“me too.”

“Me too.” Nick agreed.

Alex smiled, “I guess it’s decided then.”

The dark room was quiet another moment before you snickered, “It’s cannon irl now guys. What will the fans think?”

[writeawaythepain]

Oblivious

Tango Tek x (gn!reader)

Anybody else really miss watching Tango’s videos when he left? 

Word count: 2.4 k

Prompts:

“I would be nervous too in your shoes. But you’d be telling me that I got this, so I’m telling you: You got this.”

Doing each other's hair.

Summary:

You convince Tango to finally take a break from his new big redstone project by inviting him over for a sleepover. You start to wonder if it was even a good idea, as your normal teasing back-and-forth banter starts to hit a little too close to home when you realize your crush for the redstoner was just getting worse…

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“I would be nervous too, in your shoes,” I try to reassure him with a smile. “ But you’d be telling me that I got this, so I’m telling you: You got this.” You look directly into his fiery red eyes.

“….Aaaa- you’re just making me more stressed!!” Tango yells out dipping the nail polish brush back into the bottle. “Why am I even so stressed?!” 

“Cause I made your nails fabulous, and if you mess mine up I’ll never forgive you.” You answer simply, trying and failing to suppress a smile.

“You did do my nails fabulously, you did…but I think I’m actually going to go for a more abstract look-'' He flashes you a mischievous smile as he slowly lowers the brush closer to your finger, and nowhere near where your actual nail was. You instantly pull away, gasping in mock offense.

“Don’t you dare-“ You start.

“Wha -at, do you not trust me?!” He says snickering. You eye him suspiciously.

”Not when you say things like that!”

Your plan for making sure Tango took a break from his new big project was going well so far. Sure you felt a little childish when bringing up the idea of a sleepover, but Tango’s enthusiasm dashed most of your concerns instantly…Most, that is, except for your growing concern that you may love your friend in more ways than just platonic….

You usually always push those feelings to the back burner, not wanting to ruin the thing you two already had going, but seeing the way he stuck out his tongue in concentration while still managing to get polish all over your finger wasn’t helping. ”How are you so bad at this?“ You tease, smiling.

”I- you shush! I’m trying, ok! You keep squirming-“ He says trying to readjust his positioning by grabbing and tilting your hand slightly.

”I’m not squirming! I’m laughing. At you.” You say still giggling. He huffs, and eventually decides that his technique wasn’t working, and decides to try a new one. He gets up from his cross-legged position on the floor, pulling his knees up and toward himself to form a resting place for your wrist. His grip on your hand tightens a little as he yanks you closer.

”Just shut up and come here-” The rest of your body follows your hand, and you scooch closer to him, shutting up. Tango doesn’t even seem to notice your close proximity, too focused on trying to paint your nails neatly. After a few more beats of flustered (on your part) silence, he looks up beaming. “There, first hand done!” 

You blink, your brain still catching up, before you inspect his work. The first finger he did was quite bad- unevenly painted and there was some color accidentally splotched onto your skin. But each nail got progressively better, and all in all… “Well- I’ve had worse. And I like the color!” He’d picked a bright red for you, a shade that reminded you of his bright eyes. You picked your favorite color for his nails, and you now wonder if he did the same.

”Ok- ok! See- I’m learning!” He says before holding out his hand again, “other one?”

You give him your other hand, and are forced to look at his adorably concentrated face again as he paints your other nails. You start talking to distract yourself. “So I assume this is your first time ever doing this?”

”Zed’s painted my nails before- but it was with some kinda poison for one of his science-y experiment-o thingies.” If he had been talking about anyone else you might’ve questioned it, but it was Zedaph, so you weren’t really even surprised. “I’ve never painted someone else’s before- no.” He responds not looking up, still entirely focused.

”Really, I couldn’t tell?” You say sarcasm dripping from your voice as you smile. He looks up at you for a second just to roll his eyes.

“I thought I told you to shush-“ He says, almost scolding if it wasn’t for the smile on his face. He rolls his shoulders, and it seems like being hunched over in concentration was starting to make him sore, so he instead leans back a little, pulling you even closer, and holds your forearm between his knees. Ok- this was getting ridiculous, there was no way your face wasn’t getting a bit red now. 

“Do you want me to just detach my hand and give it to you?” You laugh trying to keep your composure.

”No- “ He laughs, seemingly oblivious to your suffering. “-I like you just as you are, all in one piece thanks.” You chuckle, looking anywhere but directly at him until he finally finishes, and releases your hand. ”Done! Now don’t you look absolutely fanta-bulous! The color really suits you-“ He cheers, sending you a wink that makes you wonder if he was doing this on purpose.

The second hand looks even better than the first, and if you were being honest, it really warmed your heart that he tried so hard. “It does look great, the red makes me feel like a model.” You pose in a silly vogue showing off your nails as if in a commercial, and it succeeds in making Tango laugh. He tries a pose of his own, showing off his nails in front of his face and pursing his lips. He looks at you, and winks. You burst out laughing, and he joins in as you both have goofy smiles on your face. When your laughing finally calms down, Tango looks up at you.

”So, what else do you usually do at sleepovers?” He asks, tilting his head slightly.

”Well…me and my friends would sometimes play truth or dare, or do each other's hair-“ Tango’s eyes light up.

“Why not both! Though, I don’t think there’s much you can do with this mop on my head-“ He responds pointing at his spikey blonde hair, “I kinda just have to let it do what it wants.”

You squint at it, sizing up his hairdo like it was a challenge. “I think I can figure something out…”

”Go ahead! Be my guest.” He says sitting up and taking off the goggles he had on. 

You get up to grab some supplies from the bathroom, before returning and kneeling down behind him, trying to find a longer chunk of hair that you can work with. Satisfied with finding a section near his pointy ears, you start braiding. “Right, you go first. Truth or dare?”

”Well, I can’t really move- so truth? I did not think this through, huh?” He chuckles, and you pull on his hair slightly to keep him still.

”Stop moving!” You say, laughing as well. You think for a second, trying to come up with a good question. “Ok…When you first met me, what was your first impression of me?”

Tango smiles, and flushes slightly as he thinks back on the moment, remembering it fondly. You're too focused to notice. “Well- If I’m being a hundred percent honest. I just thought you looked really cool! But in kinda a like- a slightly intimidating way, you know?” You spare him an odd look.

”Really?” You ask, finishing up the first little braid before gently tilting his head the other way to do the same thing on the other side.

”Yea! Then, I got to know you and realized you're just a big ole softy!” He says chuckling. You roll your eyes and shake your head, but you don’t stop the small smile that spreads across your face.

”Yea, yea, whatever.” You chuckle, focusing back on his hair.

”Your turn now, truth or dare?” Tango asks.

“Truth, I’m still trying to finish this braid-“ He takes a moment to respond, giving you just enough time to finish the second braid, so you tie it to the end of the first one, forming a sort of halo around the back of his head.

”What’s a secret you’ve never told anyone?” He asks. One instantly pops to mind, but you shake your head, dismissing it instantly.

”Actually, nevermind, I'm finished. I switch to my choice to dare.” Tango turns around to face you, almost pouting.

”Wha- You can’t do that!”

”Yes I can, and look!” You pull out a hand mirror you brought and show him what you’ve done to his hair, his frown instantly turns into an excited smile.

”Woah- it’s so cute!” He says, turning his head a little to inspect the braids, grinning. 

”You are! And your hair looks nice too.” You say shooting him wink, he laughs but you swear you saw his face get a little pink. He looks off to the side like he’s thinking, and then turns back to you with a toothy smirk.

”Alright, I thought of a dare. Give me your absolutely worst pick up line. Just- the most cheesy, corny, awful pick up line ever.” Your eyebrow raises a little at his request, and you take a moment to think.

”Worst pick up line huh…? That’s hard cause we both know how amazing I am at flirting.” You say sarcastically, just buying yourself some time to think of something clever.

Tango laughs, “Yep, uh huh. Totally. You're like, the flirting master.” He teases back.

Finally a really stupid one comes to mind, “Tango, are you a campfire? Because you’re hot and I totally want s’more-“ You say, barely able to get it out without laughing.

Tango stares at you blankly for a moment, before his face reddens and he bursts out laughing. “That- that’s actually terrible.”

“Hey you asked! I’m starting to think you just like the idea of me flirting with you.” You joke, turning your back to him so he could do your hair. Instead, he decides to lean forward and whisper directly into your ear.

“Maybe I do~” He pulls back and starts laughing, but you're frozen. Your face feels flushed and you try to calm your racing heart. You keep reminding yourself that it was all just a joke, that you needed to calm down or you’d risk making it weird. “Aw, too much?” He asks.

“I- just-” You stutter.

“Well too bad, it’s my payback for you not letting me work on my redstone stuff.” He says gently running his hands through your hair and…you were just now realizing how bad of an idea this all was. You were supposed to be getting over your feelings for the hot tempered blaze, but instead you’ve found yourself falling for him even more.

“Yea well, that’s what I get for being a good friend I guess.” You chuckle, but it comes out a bit strained. 

“Friends? Is that all we are?” Tango asks slightly…disappointed?

“Alright Tango enough with the jokes, you keep doing that I might actually fall for you.” You try to keep up your chipper and teasing tone, but your voice wavered towards the end.

Tango stops playing with your hair, and moves in front of you again. He seems nervous, and looks down at his hands a lot. You don’t dare hope, you don’t let yourself think anything, too scared to lose the friendship that you two had, no matter how much you cared for him.

“Maybe…uhh…maybe I might’ve actually been the one, that has done the falling…for…you.” He ends it with a dry chuckle, wringing his hands and struggling to keep eye contact. When you don’t respond right away, he finally looks at you. You search his eyes, searching for any sign that this was all some sort of weird bit.

“Are- are you being for real…or…” You finally ask, still not sure.

“Uh…yea? I mean…I thought I was making it obvious and all but I guess...” For some reason you feel tears well up in your eyes. “...Ah! Oh my gosh, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-” You interrupt him, quickly wiping the tears from your eyes.

“No! No it’s fine I’m just- I’m glad! I promise!” You reassure him, a huge smile spreading across your lips. His eyes are still wide with concern, and slight confusion.

“Wait so- I’m confused. Do you also…?” You bob your head up and down, laughing a bit as you try to regain your composure after the roller coaster of emotions that had been the past few minutes.

“Yes, Tango. Obviously, I’ve fallen for you too.” You finally respond, he grins and grabs both your hands in his.

“Well, obviously- neither of us are really good at reading the obvious-” He snickers, gently stroking your hand with his thumb. 

You giggle, “Wow, and now someone has spilled about their crush, we’ve checked, like, all the sleepover boxes but-”

“-but sleeping?” Tango asks, quirking an eyebrow.

“No? No one sleeps at sleepovers, come on dude-” You respond and he laughs, “the only thing we haven’t done is watch a movie!”

“Hey well I’m not complaining. As long as I get to do your hair first, since it was um- interrupted.” He smiles, blushing slightly.

“Why not both!” You say mirroring his tone from earlier.

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This time when he runs his fingers through your hair, you allow yourself to melt into his touch. You're seated on the ground, while Tango sits on the couch. You're situated between both his legs, as he tries, undos, and retries to braid your hair. You realize you don’t really mind if he ever gets it right, you're just glad to finally relax with the knowledge that he loved being near you just as much as you loved being near him.

”Ok…I’m done…I think?” You hear Tango’s voice from behind you. You haven’t really been paying attention to the movie much, instead just enjoying the redstoner's company, so you lean over and grab the hand mirror.

”Aww, I love it.” You giggle a little,  “But…maybe don’t quit your day job, hot stuff.” You tilt your head up to see his reaction, and he just rolls his eyes and snickers before leaning down and closer to your face.

”Is it good enough to get a little somethin’ at least? For trying?” He smirks, leaning just a little closer. Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes, but you smile and sit up, turning slightly, before gently grabbing his collar, and meeting him in the middle. And you swear, when his lips hit yours, you feel fireworks.

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[audreyimagines]

Two Tall British Boys

Pairing- platonic jack & tommy x gn! (short) reader

Summary- you plan a surprise trip to see one of your best friends tommy, and jack manifold helps you

Word Count- 718

Notes- i don’t really like writing irl so i was considering keeping this a draft but i thought this was sweet :)

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your leg could not stop bouncing. after a seven-ish hour flight (you’d fallen asleep halfway through) you were finally in England, just waiting to land. the flight attendants were checking in with the pilot before helping priority guests get off, and you knew this would take a while. you checked the phone again, even though your subconscious knew it had only been two minutes. jack would be at the airport in ten, so as long as everything was cleared up before then, you would be fine. your leg continued to bounce until your row was cleared and then you were up up up, springing up to grab your bags and hurrying off the plane. the narrow hallway opened up into the airport and you stopped for a moment to stare at all the people running around like ants. you could hear flash’s of conversation as you moved towards the door, with heavy British accents surrounding you at every angle.

finally, you burst through the door and checked your phone again to see a missed face time call from jack. “shit,” you mumbled as you quickly redialed him. and held the phone close to your ear to try and hear.

“hello?” his voice was tiny in your ear. “hi, jack sorry! i missed your call but i’m outside, what does your new car look like?” you were craning your neck to look around as if it would help. “well it’s um, it’s white and rather small,” he said distractedly. “real helpful,” you said with a laugh and you heard him chuckle on the other end. “wait! i think i see you!” his voice sounded excited and you continued to look around before your heard your hand being called.

“y/n!” jack was yelling out a small white car a few yards down, and you quickly grabbed your suitcase with a grin and jogged over. he stepped out of the car and crushed you in a hug, with your head pressed into his shoulder and neck. finally he pulled back and held you by the shoulders. “you’ve gotten a bit taller...not much though. your hair is longer though!” he smiled. you scoffed and shook off his hands as you moved to get into the car. “you sound like a big brother,” you moaned. “i practically am!” he called as he rounded to his side.

you and jack had met once, a year ago. every since that trip you’d be so close, with you feeling like his little sibling at every opportunity (and him taking every chance he got to remind you that) you’d known tommy longer, but still never met him. there were complications that came with both being minors, and some of you having strict parents. but today was going to be the first time, and he didn’t even know. you’d facetimed last night, and convinced him to stream today, saying you’d be on the smp.

“okay we’re almost here,” jack mumbled as he focused on traffic. you snapped out of your daydream and sat up straighter with nervous excitement. soon, you pulled into a small driveway and jack turned to you. “ready?” he asked. “ready.” you smiled.

after meeting tommy’s parents, it was time to go up and surprise him. his mom pointed you up the stairs, and you began the climb. you could hear his loud laugh echo through the staircase and you held back a laugh of your own. finally you reached the door, and you turned the knob.

“oh i’m streaming i’m streaming-“ tommy’s words cut off as he saw you in the doorway. for a moment you just stood there, as he stared. and then he was up, all limbs flying out of the chair to hug you. you laughed loudly as he squeezed you so tight you thought you might burst, and then let go quickly. “you’re, you’re here?” he breathed. “i’m here!” you giggled and he laughed so loud you thought his throat might hurt. for a moment you just stared at each other again, taking in the sight of your best friend.

“tommy...? you are still live...right?” you asked. something clicked in his head and he spun around to see chat going a mile a minute. he turned back to you with an even bigger smile.

“yep! say hello to the boys!”

[nix-writes-mcyt]

I had an idea at like 2am so I don’t know how well it will work but yan!lastlife!Grian? Outline: the reader is a red name and just trying to hide from everyone so they don’t get killed. (Sorry if it’s not enough information)

So, 🌖 anon. I may have gotten a little bit of of control. This may be a little (or a lot) darker than you wanted and I originally intended. So please read the content tags to see if it's okay first. But we're going with it. If you read it, enjoy!

"I Found You"

Drabble Contains: Yandere and Yandere typical behaviour, more horror elements,  mentions of violence, canon typical death mention, angst

I do not encourage this type of relationship or behaviour in real life, if you or someone you know is in a relationship like in this fic or like any other yandere works I encourage you/them to seek help as they are not healthy behaviours.Stay safe friends. ----------------------------------

It had been chaos. All it took was one slip. One accident and your name changed from yellow to red.

You didn't know what was happening. You remember the explosion, the fire, the smoke. You remember him calling your name, looking for you. But it was too late.

You didn't see your hearts ticking down. You were scared. The short fall only did a few hearts of damage. You only had a few hearts left. And then you had none.

You still are scared. Even now, in the tree your hidden in. You don't know where you are, where you spawned. You're grateful for it, but you know he'll find you eventually.

He swore he would, his name had been red when the two of you met for the first time. He almost took your yellow life, you begged him not to, and he spared you.

It had been a deal, he would spare you but you owed your life to him. And when the time came you owed him your final life.

As time passed he protected you, cared for you. Loved you. He made sure no one could take your yellow life away.

But now that life is gone. You're red now, like him. Your deal no longer holds up. The bond broken. He'll come for you.

He is coming for you. You hear his voice in the distance calling your name.

His voice is comforting, yet terrifying. You know what will happen if he finds you. You have no way to protect yourself.

Ensuring you're secure in the branches of the tree, and surrounded by leaves, you're careful not to move. His voice gets louder and louder as he presumably draws closer to where you hide.

As do your breaths, the sound of your heartbeat. They're all you can hear other than his voice. You stay as still at you can, catching sight of the familiar red jumper through the leaves.

"Y/n!" He calls again. "I know you're out here somewhere!" You try not to cry, try not to even let out a loud breath as he walks by the tree.

You're scared. So so scared.

You see his feet, the bottom half of his legs. You see the axe head glinting in the sunlight. You hope he doesn't see you.

"I will find you." He says to himself, finally walking past the tree. Still you don't dare move.

Hearing his footsteps get quieter is reassuring. He didn't see you, didn't hear you. He didn't know you were there.

The leaves of the tree rustle gently in the wind, you're able to focus on the sound rather than the sound of your fear.

The leaves rustle again, almost more violently than the first time. And again, even more so.

Then the tree starts to lean, you start to worry. Trees don't usually move so much.

Then you hear a crack, a creak, and the tree starts to fall. You're frozen in fear, falling having been how you lost your last life.

Sure enough you take a few hearts of damage, this time left alive. You're not given time to process, to think, no.

The sunlight blinds you temporarily, before a shadow falls over you. His laugh shakes you to your core, eyes staring into you.

"You really thought you could hide from me? Oh, love. You do know how to make me laugh." His face is suddenly serious, as is his tone of voice.

You can't find the words to respond as he pulls you out from the leaves, standing you in front of him. Your heart pounds as he reaches for his axe, you know what's coming now.

The deal you had made prior has ended. It's over. The two of you are over. And he knows that. Now he can take what he was going to in the first place, everything the two of you had lost with your yellow life.

He grins a twisted grin, eyes flashing red. Then his face falls serious again as he raises the axe to look at it. It shines bright, blade clearly sharpened since the last time you saw it.

Suddenly he reaches out with his free hand, taking you by the arm and pulling you close to him.

"I found you, Y/n, love of my life." Grian says, "I found you and I'm never going to lose you again."

[passhotdumps]

Cisco Firewall Internet Configuration Analysis

The following are all the problems you will encounter when working through CCIE RS LAB EXAM.

Cisco's firewall mainly refers to the firewall after 5512. The previous 5510 series basically do not explain because the production is discontinued. Let's talk about the configuration is not meaningful. There mainly refers to the 5500X series firewall. Here mainly to give some of the most commonly used configurations, the reader of this book knows nothing about the firewall but these configurations can be configured on the public network, basically solve the problem. Of course, I still hope that everyone can in the case of the public network go to the Cisco website to download the configuration manual and want to understand why this configuration.

The first is to open the HTTP function. This function is mainly used to remotely or allow administrators to manage the firewall in the form of WEB. Everyone is accustomed to the order. I am not exception but now Cisco is pushing the WEB way. In fact, this WEB has some functions that are particularly useful. For example, if I configure VPN, it is basically a configuration with WEB. It may take only one minute. The configuration is successful but the difference of the ability to pass the command may not be configured in one day. However, it also has problems. For example, when troubleshooting, it is especially complicated. You should use the command and graphics interface together.

Basic configuration:

Configure the user password: username cisco password cisco privilege 15 . After the username and password are configured, you need to call the following command to take effect.

aaa authentication http console LOCAL

aaa authentication ssh console LOCAL

aaa authentication telnet console LOCAL

aaa authentication enable console LOCAL

Configure HTTP function:

http server enable

username cisco password cisco privilege 15

asdm image disk0:/asdm-713.bin boot system

disk0:/asa911-4-smp-k8.bin http 0 0 inside

http 0 0 outside

Note that the IOS version here should be the same platform as ASDM. Of course, it can be different. Pay attention to the software to install JAVE here. This software version is JAVE7. This JAVE is often problematic. • Everyone will often encounter this when they install ASDM.

Happening:

The above situation may be the reason why the JAVE installed by you and the software version of ASDM are different. The solution can only be to reinstall JAVE. This has no experience to say that can only say that the newer version of the software you installed. The corresponding JAVE is also newer, this also requires repeated attempts. I often make mistakes on this.

The following is the configuration of SSH Telnet login, you should pay attention to mandatory local authentication, otherwise your SSH is no way to use.

aaa authentication http console LOCAL

aaa authentication ssh console LOCAL

crypto key generate rsa modulus 1024

y

ssh 0.0.0.0 0.0.0.0 inside

ssh 0.0.0.0 0.0.0.0 outside

ssh timeout 30

ssh version 2

telnet 0.0.0.0 0.0.0.0 inside

console timeout 0

The following configuration is to release ICMP traffic, we all know that the default is not PING public network, you must release it. You can also write ICMP ACL release but I like to use the following way to release.

policy-map global_policy

class inspection_default inspect icmp

The above configuration is common and the configuration is the same on each firewall. Let's look at the configuration of the interface:

interface GigabitEthernet0/0

nameif outside

security-level 0

ip address 183.129.X.X 255.255.255.X

!

interface GigabitEthernet0/1

nameif inside

security-level 100

ip address 192.168.1.1 255.255.255.0

The above configuration is the internal and external interface address and security level of the firewall. Everyone knows that the security level is the basic means of separating the internal and external networks. That is the default high security level can access the external network but the low security level cannot access the internal network inside. It can access outside.It is feasible and vice versa. If you need to visit, you need to clear it. Note that the router does not have this feature.

object network outstatic

subnet 0.0.0.0 0.0.0.0

object network inside

subnet 192.168.0.0 255.255.0.0

nat (inside,outside) source dynamic inside interface

route outside 0.0.0.0 0.0.0.0 183.129.X.X

The above commands are very important and the meaning is very simple. That is to do port address translation. We all know that the internal network does not do address translation is not on the public network. In general, the enterprise has only one public network address so you must do port conversion before you can go to the public network. Note that the above subnet 192.168.0.0 255.255.0.0 is to enlarge it. The last default route is definitely needed, otherwise there is no way to go to the public network. The address is the gateway that the operator gives you.

Of course, if there is a three-layer core exchange, you need a command to open communication with the intranet route inside 192.168.0.0 255.255.0.0 192.168.1.2

Well, in the general case configuration here, the enterprise can go to the public network basically 80% of the customers here are configured successfully. Some customers need to configure VPN and port mapping, here are configured as follows:

object network tcp21

host 192.168.1.249

object network tcp53

host 192.168.1.249

object network udp53

host 192.168.1.249

object network tcp33789

host 192.168.40.199

object network tcp36952

host 192.168.40.199

object network tcp443

host 192.168.1.5

access-list 101 extended permit tcp any host 192.168.1.249 eq 808

access-list 101 extended permit tcp any host 192.168.1.249 eq 5000

access-list 101 extended permit tcp any host 192.168.1.250 eq 8081

access-list 101 extended permit tcp any host 192.168.1.249 eq ftp

access-list 101 extended permit tcp any host 192.168.1.249 eq domain

access-list 101 extended permit tcp any host 192.168.40.199 eq 36952

access-list 101 extended permit tcp any host 192.168.40.199 eq 33789

!

object network static

nat (inside,outside) static interface service tcp 808 808

object network static1

nat (inside,outside) static interface service tcp 5000 5000

object network test

nat (inside,outside) static interface service tcp 135 135

object network tcp8081

nat (inside,outside) static interface service tcp 8081 8081

object network tcp21

nat (inside,outside) static interface service tcp ftp ftp

object network tcp53

nat (inside,outside) static interface service tcp domain domain

object network udp53

nat (inside,outside) static interface service udp domain domain

object network tcp33789

nat (inside,outside) static interface service tcp 33789 33789

object network tcp36952

nat (inside,outside) static interface service tcp 36952 36952

The port mapping of the above configuration pays attention to the real address.

The above is my feeling of when I exam CISCO CCIE LAB and CISCO CCIE written exam. Hope you guys for your own dream to fight! Fighting!

[writeawaythepain]

Materlist

MCYT ( Hermitcraft / Life Series / Empires )

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Jimmy Solidarity

That Funny Feeling (x gn!reader)

Tango Tek

Oblivious (x gn!reader)

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Actor

Killer Looks (x gn!reader) Confidence (x gn!reader)

Abe

After Death Made us Part (x male!reader)

Engineer

Everybody Talks (x male!reader) Everybody Talks (x gn!reader)

Illinois

Dirty Dancing (x gn!reader)

Yancy

A Murderer and a Thief (x gn!reader)

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