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skyler10fic · 11 months ago

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In the Tyler Family panel, Billie recalls the 2000s fashion as a strange time in fashion history but loved Idiot's Lantern, and they agree Jackie would have shared Rose's clothes to be the Cool Mom. 🤣

Shawn says he was surprised to be asked back at first since his character died, but it made sense for him to come back in a multiverse story.

He says it was easy to come back and Camille adds it's the quality of writing makes it easy because you know who you (the character) are at that point because you can trust the writers are guiding it.

Billie says she struggles with how much she didn't understand how it was going to take over her life before s1 airs. Before social media, even though everyone hated it and the idea of her doing it, but it wasn't the constant stream of trolls the new actors have to hear about now with social media. She says with RTD, Julie, and Phil, there was so much confidence and joy, it was easy to believe it would be good.

Camille says her neighbors and friends were surprisingly fans. She didn't realize how many people she knew who loved it and knew about it.

They talk about how cold it was filming the Cybermen. Billie says her jaw locked because it was so cold!! The trick to getting through them was "youth" and she doesn't do night shoots anymore if possible because of that experience.

Camille talks about how Jackie "grew a pair" lol

Billie: "She's a boss!

Camille: "It's Russell, really."

Billie: "No, it's you!"

Love that Jackie's speech and situation in Love and Monsters got a shout-out. Especially going off on Elton for taking advantage of her: "Many people can relate to that moment, I think."

Talking about Pete not being the perfect husband:

Billie: "Why did they break up again?"

Shawn: "Because I died!"

Billie: "I forgot!!!" 🤣

They banter so well! Total family vibes between them all.

Fun moment where Shawn thought Billie was saying "old Pete" when she was saying "alt Pete!" Lol

Rose having the "rose-colored glasses" taken off: Billie says many can relate to realizing their parents are flawed people, and things are more complicated than you thought.

Camille says the Tylers spoke a language people understood, making something fantasy into a relatable story that was relevant to the audience.

Mod jokes that Rose "parent trapped them" across multiple universes!

Billie talks about how she enjoyed the overall romance and human element of their series, as opposed to the more sci fi feel in other later seasons.

Camille says Chris's intensity helped launch the reboot, but David's "Labrador" energy was different and special too to keep it going.

Billie says there was a totally different energy after they knew it was a success, allowing for more playfulness with David's Doctor and in general on set.

Billie says she always thought there was something complex about the romance with the Doctor, it's weird for a 19 year old to just take off in a box, and maybe wasn't written with Chris but it was there in spirit, and then was written in more explicitly in their relationship with David. Hard to keep that intensity of awe and adoration platonic! Camille adds the chemistry between them was a big element as well.

Billie says it was always a thrill to get the script, eager to read the script as soon as she got it to see what new world they were building with each episode. She says she didn't want to go to set when shooting Tooth and Claw because she was riveted reading the Doomsday script! Haha

Billie says the costume tricks can help body language shifts when changing character, like with Rose possessed by Cassandra, the push-up bra helped develop a unique physicality for the previously (literally) flat character!

Camille says they got in trouble for talking a lot because they got on so well!

Billie says she loves the new episodes, especially the dance numbers and theatrics now, and that's exactly where the show should go. "It's super fun again." Sitting down and watching a family show with the kids, an event for everyone to watch together.

Camille said it was good but it would be better if the Tylers were there! 😁

They love Ncuti as well. Excellent casting.

Billie praises RTD's heart and rooting for all walks of life. Everyone can feel represented. Camille says he is so good at pulling heartstrings and "that's what we want as Doctor Who fans." They also love his joy but also his power if they are being unkind. He defended the actors from stupid questions from the press and "told it like it was" when he needed to be the man in charge.

#Gally1 #gallifrey one #billie piper #billieeeee #rose tyler #Jackie tyler #pete tyler

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tyttamarzh · 1 year ago

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DEATH FAMILY It is the continuation of my previous image, my beloved family, but time passed…

Chayanne is no longer a toddler, he is a little king and developed his own style of dressing, using his deflated float as a belt (he put his mask on his horn for the photo).

Now there is Tallulah with them, with her classic hat of fungus.

Phil's appearance changed over time, he now has some scars, some beard and longer hair, and he now shows off his wings.

The only apparent change in Missa is the wear and tear of his clothes, as he spends his time wandering the world and sleeping rough during his travels (his hair grows, but he doesn't like having it so long and he cuts it from time to time).

Chay did not want to take off his mask because he has such a pretty face that he is always mistaken for a girl. To get him to agree, Missa told him that he would also take off his for the photo. Chay agreed immediately because everyone wanted to see Missa's face, in this HC he has never taken off his mask before, that's why he looks very shy. And Phil… let's just say he looks at him very curiously…

(Hahahaha the photo has its own story and all that XDD)

I hope they take a family photo soon :3

I made this with vectors in illustrator, is a complicated shit, but is the app that learned in my career. I suck in depth of field and lights but… I try…

Close up!

The kids

Phil & Missa

See you!!

#death family #deathduo #missa #philza #chayanne the egg #tallulah the egg #pissa #QSMP #qsmp missasinfonia #qsmp fanart #Phil qsmp #death duo #missasinfonia

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afteriwake · 30 days ago

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Playing The Game: Act II – Knights & Knowledge, Romance & Regret (6/? - A "Just Pieces On The Board" Story)

I'm finally posting another update after I got a lovely comment and reread it. I think I'll keep it pretty Agents of SHIELD character lite until I can binge on season 1 again. But enjoy some Sherlolly with an unwelcome interruption by Mary and movement in the Moriarty plot!

Playing The Game: Act II – Knights & Knowledge, Romance & Regret - After tracking down Phil Coulson and his team, Molly and the others join him on their hunt for Grant Ward so that Molly can get retribution for Victoria’s death and Nat and Clint can further Fury’s assignment to help deal with all of the escapees from the Fridge. But as things get more complicated with the appearance of the Diviner and all the entails, Molly begins to wonder if she will ever get her end goal of Ward disappearing in a deep dark hole where no one can find him.

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 6 | SERIES PAGE

Molly woke up first, her mind blissfully silent for a change. She’d slept a dreamless sleep, which was nice, and Sherlock was holding her tightly against him when she woke up. She shut her eyes again and began plotting her day when she felt him stir. “You’re awake,” he murmured.

“Unfortunately,” she said with a smile. He loosened his grip and with a bit of maneuvering she turned to face him. He tightened his hold on her again and grinned as they were practically nose to nose with each other. “We have a lot to do today.”

“We do, but it can wait a bit,” he said. “Do you have regrets?”

“A few.”

“About us?”

“No. I mean, not completely. I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I just wish I hadn’t hurt Tom in the process of getting together with you. But regrets for what we have now? I have zero.”

“Good,” he said. “I worry when you get in your head, that you’ll send me back to London and get your retribution on your own. That you’ll do that and get injured, or killed, and I’ll never know. I’ll just keep hoping you come home.”

She pressed her lips against his softly for a moment, a kiss he returned, then pulled back and rested her forehead against his. “Where I go, you go. Where you go, I go. We’re in this together. You won’t disappear on me for another two years, and I won’t leave you behind while I take care of personal matters.”

“Marry me.”

She blinked. “What?”

“It doesn’t have to be right away. It can be years away, depending on how long this all takes, but when it’s over, marry me.”

She grinned a wide grin at him “I will. I promise.”

“Good.” He kissed her again and with the limited space on the cot there wasn’t much they could do carnally, but their kissing was interrupted by a knock on the door. Molly turned her head and saw as Mary came in.

“Oops. I’m interrupting something I probably don’t want to see,” Mary said with a grin.

“No, nothing of the sort,” Sherlock said with a sigh, letting got of Molly and siting up. “What is it?”

“I got a hit on activity in Moriarty’s web. Someone is looking for the deep, dark hole Mycroft stashed Lord Moran in. It’s something you should talk to your brother about, like, now.”

“Why?” Sherlock asked, frowning.

“Because the Lord Moran in imprisonment had a twin brother, Sebastian. He was kicked out of the family and sent to the States as a child. He’s ex-military and he’s bad news, but that’s all I could get out of my contact.”

“I’ll wake him up,” Sherlock said, getting off the cot. Molly followed, stretching for a moment before going to her clothes. Mary closed the door as she left and Sherlock went for his mobile and called his brother as Molly got dressed. “Does she ever sleep?” he asked.

“She probably hates sleeping alone, just like I do,” she said when she was finished getting dressed. She kissed Sherlock’s bare cheek and then went to the door. “I’ll get us breakfast.”

Sherlock nodded as his brother picked up, and she left him in peace to learn more about the history of Sebastian Moran. Finally, their target possibly had a name, if he was the man they were looking for.

#molly hooper #sherlock holmes #mary morstan #sherlolly #sherlock x molly #bbc sherlock #sherlock #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #fanfiction #fanfic #my stuff

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doodling-doodle · 1 year ago

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The Wolf Pack (CH.1)

Two members of one of the most notorious wolf packs in the area. John Price and Phillip Graves.

They were together for a long time, before it was really okay for werewolves to be together.

They couldn’t marry. But they might as well be. Nearly twenty years together, seven years of raising a child. They were married in their eyes.

They fought in the war against Vampires for their whole lives. They fought for the purpose they were taught: vampires were evil. They took humans and killed them for their blood. If they weren’t killed, they were turned and brainwashed to become vampires in their clans.

And they were doing it to protect their child.

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John Price and Phillip Graves. Their relationship was complicated at the start, as at the time, it wasn’t legal for them, Werewolves couldn't be in a relationship. And Phil originally being from a different pack didn’t help. His original pack were all killed right in front of him when he was a child. He was wandering for a week before finding John and his pack.

That was when they were ten. They started dating at seventeen, in secret until they could leave the group house that the pack had. When they were twenty, they got out.

It was the same thing for many years after that. Hunting every night, trapping, killing vampires.

But when they were twenty-nine, something else happened.

They slowly crept through the forest, keeping an eye out for Vampires. None.

But he and Phil sniffed out something, more towards their house.

They ran towards it, making sure that it was okay…

But they didn't find a vampire. They found a human. A young man, couldn't have been older then 15. He was sobbing, with bruises all over him.

He was frantic, looking around, and he eventually walked up to the porch, about to knock when he heard the wolves behind him, and he screamed.

"No! No, please! I-I'll leave, just- don't hurt me! I'm sorry!"

John and Phil looked at each other, stunned. The boy curled in on himself, making himself look small so the wolves would easily be able to take his hood and take him away.

John slowly walked up, trying not to scare him any more than he already was.

He looked up at the wolf, scared, as he shifted back to human.

"Kid?"

He was still shaking

"What's your name?" John asked, and Phil shifted, coming up to them

"Ky-kyle..."

"Why are you here?" Phil asked

"I... ran away... no one would believe me..."

John nodded, "come on, Kyle. I'm John." He pulled the boy up, unlocking the door.

"I'm Phil... let's get you cleaned up, kid."

He nodded, going inside with them, changing into the clothes they gave him.

"Thank you…” He said as he sat back on the couch, “I just needed somewhere to stay... I can leave in the morning... I can leave now..."

They shook their heads, and John held his shoulder

"Don't leave, Kyle. You can stay for as long as you need."

Kyle looked up at him, shocked, but he nodded.

“You said no one believed you?” Phil asked, sitting next to him, “What was it?”

“U-uhm…” He looked back down, “My… My mum, she…”

“She hurt you, didn’t she?”

“You believe me?” He quickly looked up at Phil, shocked.

“Kyle, you are covered in bruises, how could anyone think your lying?”

“They… They all said that it was for attention. That I did it to myself, but I didn’t…”

“We know.” John said, sighing, “I’m sorry that happened to you, Kyle. But, your safe with us, okay?”

He nodded, just looking at the floor.

“Why don’t you get some sleep?” Phil asked, “We can get things sorted out in the morning.”

Kyle nodded, and Phil led him to his new room for the night.

That was when they took their son in. They never wanted to risk legally adopting him, there was technically still a missing persons case open for him, so, any legal action involving him would bring unwanted attention, even if he was an adult.

He was twenty-two now. While he was growing up, they told him about the danger of Vampire’s. About the war. They trained him to fight with a crossbow, a wooden steak, and asked that he go on hunts with them.

He’d been doing that since he was eighteen. He always seemed like a happy kid. They loved him, he loved them.

“Kyle’s going on a hunt tonight.” Phil said as they cooked lunch that day.

“Alone?” John asked.

“Seems like it.”

“Ask if he really want’s to, since we can’t be there for backup if he needs it.”

He nodded, sighing as he texted Kyle.

“Are you sure? Your dad and I are going on a date tonight, we can’t be there as backup.”

“I’ll be fine, I promise. Thank you, though.”

“Okay. Text when your home safe.”

“I will. Enjoy your date!”

“Thanks, buddy

Can’t wait to make fun of you when you FINALLY get a date.”

“Haha.

Talk to you tomorrow.”

“He said he was fine… He’s going.” he said as John finished cooking.

“Okay. Let’s hope he’ll be okay… he can call Gabe… or Ghost and Soap.” John said.

“Yeah, true.. Just worried.”

“We always are, and we know we don’t have to be.”

Phil chuckled, “True. Alright, we’ll let him.”

They spent the rest of the day together, and let Kyle know when they left.

“Okay, have fun! I’m already in the woods, I’ll be home around midnight.”

“It’s still weird to hear you say ‘home’. I still kinda expect you to be at our house in the mornings.”

“Ha. I still sometimes hear you and dad calling for me in the morning, so, I’m with ya.”

“Love you, buddy. Come back to visit soon.”

“Love you too. And I will.”

He smiled as they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, going inside with John, sitting at their table.

It was one of their favorite places. It was where they had their first date, and it was pretty fancy. Amazing food. They tried to come here at least three times a year, just to have a night together to remember their first date.

“Phil, can we… talk about Kyle for a second?”

He was a little confused, “Of course… is he alright?”

“He’s never really dated anyone, if that counts.”

He shook his head softly, “we can’t control his dating life… I think he’s just scared of ending up with someone like his ex again. I don’t blame him, that was… horrible…”

“But… I feel like he should have someone there to love him, you know? I don’t want him to be alone. He should… Have what we do…”

Phil nodded, “While I agree… we can’t set him up, he would just get upset. We shouldn’t bother him about it… he’s ready when he’s ready.”

John nodded, “Your right… I just worry about him.”

“So do I… but he’s an adult now. And has been for a while. If he need’s help… he can come to us…”

John nodded, sighing, but perking up when their food got there.

“Well… we should just enjoy this.” Phil said, smiling.

John smiled, holding Phil’s hand across the table, “Agreed.”

“Tonight is just about us.”

…

They decided to go on a walk after dinner, just by the river. A full moon was out that night.

“It’s beautiful out here.” John said.

“It really is…” Phil said, sighing, pulling out his phone to text Kyle.

“Hey, just checking on you. You home yet?”

No reply. It was almost midnight, and if Kyle was home, he’d text. If he wasn’t, he’d reply.

“I think something’s wrong.” Phil said, “Kyle isn’t responding.”

John tensed up, “Let’s go.” He said, going back to the car. More like running.

They checked the emergency tracker on Kyle’s phone (He knew about it) and it was at their home.

John started driving there, almost speeding. If their child was in danger, they wanted to know.

“Oh my god.” Phil said as they drove up, jumping out of the car.

Kyle was on the porch, a large trench coat draped over him. He was knocked out.

He ran up, seeing a bit of blood in his hair and on his bare chest, neck and legs.

“Vampire…” John said, running his ringers over the bite marks. He fully wrapped him in the coat, taking him inside so he could clean him off and get him dressed.

“Whoever did this is gonna pay.”

The next day…

He was sitting next to Kyle’s bed all morning, waiting for him to wake up. Whatever that vampire did, it made him go out cold.

It was almost 1:30 now. Phil was making lunch for them, and he was making calls so they could track down which clan, if any, was responsable.

But finally, Kyle opened his eyes

“Kyle?!” He said frantically, holding his shoulders.

“Dad…?”

“Hey… Hey, it’s okay. Pops and I found you, right outside.”

Kyle groaned, trying to sit up, looking around the room.

“What happened, son? Are you alright?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m alright.”

“What happened? Do you remember?”

Kyle looked confused, thinking for a second.

“No… No, I don’t remember… I just went in a barn, and… I blacked out.

“A vampire fucking drank from you, that’s for sure.”

Kyle sighed, looking so confused. The poor boy was probably terrified, thinking he could turn into a vampire.

“Your staying inside with us for the next few days. Pops is making us lunch.”

He nodded, getting up with his help, walking out to the living room to sit on the couch.

“Kyle!”

“I’m alright. I’ll be okay.”

“Your with us now…”

Kyle just looked… tired, for the two days he was there.

He went back to his apartment after those two days. They were going to keep a close eye on him, though. Check on him while he was at his day job more often.

Make sure that no clans in the area would be anywhere fucking near their boy.

#call of duty #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #kyle gaz garrick #john price #phillip graves #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #gabrial wranger colt #The Wolf Pack AU

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gigglealongshiney-shadow-watcher · 7 months ago

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A tiny girl is in the shallows of the kiddy pool in a swimsuit. She has a nervous and concerned look on her little face, and she sits on the ground and sort of scrunches into herself.

A little boy splashes up to her and babbles. He's asking her to join him.

The little girl looks around. To her, everyone is staring at her. In a bad feeling way. "Nmn."

"Huh? Why?"

She's not really sure. It feels like if she gets up everyone will stare even more. Her swimsuit feels wrong. It feels bad. They're staring at it. "Nnnnn..."

He looks at her and how she's putting her hands. "Mm..." He looks at himself and then back at her. "..."

She pulls on her suit some more and wiggles around while she tries to make it feel OK.

His face lights up. "Ah!!" He pulls off his trunks and hands them to her. "Ya?"

She tries putting them on over her suit. The bad feeling is going away!! She follows after him as he crab walks back into the water. The water is so pretty, and now they can play tag!

A loud whistle sounds, and adults rush into the pool.

The world cuts and refocuses.

"...poor Phillip, they were so excited for this summer. Now the pool plans are ruined!"

"He's refusing to speak to anyone right now, what was he thinking? I mean, we all know they raised him better than that!"

"*>*>*>>* wasn't upset, she's too young. I know she is but, if this is something he's going to do again, can we let her spend time with him?"

Papa sighs. "I don't know dear, I just don't understand why he'd do this out of nowhere."

She's hiding by the doorway that goes up and up and up over her.

"Well, now that it's been a few hours we should try asking her what happened. Maybe she can explain."

"Maybe, but can she explain with complicated words like that? I don't want to overestimate her abilities. We don't need her to go mute again."

"Remember the grape game? We'll use that."

There's a pause. She rubs her feet in the carpet. The sun is going down and making the sky change. She likes when the little yellowy bit shows up. She likes this room, the carpet is the good one.

"It's worth a shot." Papa calls for her. "*^*^**^*^ can you please come in here?"

She waits a few seconds so they won't think she was there. "Mmhm?"

Mom's face -is missing. Their bodies are white blobs, their hair is invisible, they have no features.- Mom helps her sit on the tall chair. It's for big talking. "We're going to play the grape game, sweetie!" Papa gets them out of the fridge and puts them in the fun bowl. "Are we ready?"

"Mhm."

"Ok! Now, can we talk about the pool today?"

"...mhm." The grape was really sweet.

"Do you know what Phil did?"

"N...yea." He let her borrow his pants so the world stopped watching her.

"Did he have a reason to do that?"

"Mhm!"

Mom glanced at Papa who had a paper pad. "Did you ask him to take off his shorts?"

"No."

"Do you know...why he did that?"

"Mhm."

Mom tapped her pinky on the table. "Hm. Was it to be funny?"

"Nuh."

"Was it to make someone else mad?"

"Nuh."

"Was it because they felt uncomfortable?"

"No."

They looked at each other. Papa seemed to have a moment. "Wait. Was it that- or maybe, well it's worth a shot." He muttered. "Honey, were you feeling bad?"

"Yes."

"Did someone make you worried and he tried to distract them?"

"Um, may...sor...ehhhh." it was everyone. "Nuh dis-tr-a-ct."

"But you were worried about something?"

"Mhm."

"Was it your goggles?"

"Nuh."

"Was it your swimsuit?"

"Mhm!" She nodded really really hard.

The parents quietly discussed what that might mean after sending her into the other room with more grapes. She could talk a little more, but she couldn't do it if she got nervous. Sounds were easy.

"...but that doesn't make sense either. They couldn't be switching clothes when she didn't try to take anything off."

"Maybe she wasn't covered enough."

"Gosh, I didn't know she could even think about things like that yet. It's not too big or small, I just don't get it."

"A tag in the wrong spot? Maybe she just doesn't like- oh, she probably wanted to hide her private parts."

"But why? She's so young! We haven't even explained most of why we call them private parts."

"Who knows, maybe it's just an inate feeling. We've never had a normal child."

"...that's true. Is this my fault?"

"No, dear she's never had a problem with donations before. This is new, and we- we can figure it out together right?"

"Sigh. Yes, yes we will."

"^*^**^^*^ can you come back?"

She pads back to the table and sits on the floor. "Is Phil bad?"

Papa shook his head. "No, in fact now that we know the story I'll explain it to his parents. It sounds like he was trying to help. What he did is still wrong, but it was a much more innocent mistake than we thought."

Mom leaned down to pat her hair. "You know what? We're gonna go shopping."

"Shhhopping?" That was for big things!

"Mhm, you're going to get the swimsuit that you want. Ok? Just like your light up shoes. You can't go swimming if you can't walk around the pool."

"Fo me? Wow!"

Her parents nodded and Papa picked her up. "If you want to be a modest kid, why would we try to stop you?"

There's a flash of another memory. A slide show of her in a swim skirt and shirt over her other suit. Her passing the shirt to Phil when he's cold in the water. Her with a bad sunburn on her arms. Them together in their own full swim wear smiling at each other.

A flash to the future of her swimming in an outdoor while buildings are on fire around her, other human children crying. A few are in the pool to stay cool from all the heat around them. She doesn't seem to notice them at all.

Flash back to the two posed for a picture in matching swimsuits at a big Waterpark.

Flash forwards to Opal hiding at the bottom of a reactor pool to keep from being recaptured, medical equipment still holding part of the skin of her leg open to reveal the muscle and bone inside.

A final flash back to Phil and her proudly holding a fish they caught together, she's soaking wet and has a fresh bandaid on her hand.

- - -

A sad Opal sits on the edge of a pool somewhere deep underground.

(Apparently, since the original post got so long that it started falling apart, we are continuing this roleplay via a new and shiny fresh post. Enjoy! @gigglealongshiney-shadow-watcher)

Endless. That’s what the darkness is. Webby didn’t expect anything less. The dark left you uncertain and afraid of what might come and get you when you weren’t looking. This was also true of goddesses, it seemed.

Yet again, Webblin had not been comfortable in any sort of black in a long time.

The presence set itself heavy on her chosen form, smelling as sickeningly sweet as it had on the battlefield.

...

If only she knew that young girl’s name. That would make locating her - the real her - far easier.

As she keeps going in a direction that even she can’t identify, sound and feeling returns in drips and skips, as if on a warped record. First, there’s the tingle of warm sun, and something other than the barely present floor - which feels as cushioning as fresh grass for the briefest of moments. Bright, bubbling, laughter bursts from nowhere, echoes of two children who the world no longer knew. Webby lets herself smile.

Then, just as quickly, rat-tat-tat-tat, bang, crash, the thick and looming iron scent and shouted orders from a battle long since won. Animal roars punctuating the horrified screams. Music sticks in Webby’s head. She shakes it away with grit teeth and keeps moving, bare feet scraping against red-and-blue-stained concrete.

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nix-writes-mcyt · 3 years ago

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Ranboo x Reader fluff/hurt-comfort? I love your writing

First time writing DSMP stuff, I really hope it's alright as I'm not super well versed with dsmp and lore and characters but I gave it my best shot!

Romance Blossoms In Even The Coldest Places

Drabble Contains: Fluff, Fluff and you guessed it, fluff. ---------------------------------

The snow was falling thicker and thicker. What had started out as a clear, albeit cold day had taken a turn for the worst.

Being out in a blizzard wasn't for the faint of heart, nor for the unprepared. Which you happened to be. Pushing on against the wind and the snow wasn't exactly a fun task, nor was it the one you expected when setting off from your little camp this morning.

In fact if you hadn't been held up you would have missed this storm entirely but no, you hadn't been that lucky. Instead you had ended up running into a few old friends who you'd rather not associate with anymore. Friends that wanted to know why you were leaving so suddenly.

Unfortunately for them, and luckily for you, you had planned for that situation, throwing an invisibility potion between the lot of you and running as fast as your legs could carry you. That was days ago. They won't find you now. They won't even think to look here.

A snowy tundra far from everywhere else, everyone else. You had been speaking with one of the residents, via letter, for a couple of months now. So many letter you feel like you've known him forever, you feel like you want to know him forever.

And his home has just come into view. You hope in the storm that neither of the other two residents, who you know as Phil and Techno, will spot you. The last thing you want to do is cause any trouble.

You knock thrice on the door, glad that the home is built in the terrain, stopping the wind from further pummelling you.

The door cracks open, it's resident clearly weary of unwanted guests. But his mismatched eyes widen once he figures out who you are.

No amount of letters would have prepared you to see him. His eyes, one red one purple, shine brilliantly in the dimly lit space. The crown that sits atop his head contains gems of green and red. The black and the white of both his skin and his clothes are a perfect contrast. The sight of him almost makes you swoon. At least if you did you could blame it on the cold.

Pulling open the door he steps aside, allowing you into the small place he calls home. "I'm sorry I'm late, I ran into some.. complications when I set off." The taller being nods, silent as he checks the outside quickly before shutting and locking the door.

"You must be cold, here, follow me." He leads you into a slightly larger space with an open fire, the only source of heat for the whole place. You hang your jacket on a chair, taking a seat next to the flame.

It's warm, a stark contrast to the outside. You wonder how much longer you could have been out there before you froze.

"I'd have come and looked for you, unfortunately I don't do very well in the snow." He laughs a little, alluding to the fact he's half enderman.

"I appreciate the thought Ranboo, as I appreciate you letting me stay here while things settle down. Since, well.. this is our first time meeting and all." He nods, sitting across from you.

"That's what friends are for." He offers a small smile, a nice change from the sideways glances and glares you get at home.

"Speaking of," You say suddenly, remembering of your gift for him. You struggle to open your bag, hands stiff from the cold outside, but you do manage to get it open.

You reach in and pull out the haphazardly wrapped gift. You didn't get much of a chance, you just wanted to give a small token of appreciation for his generosity.

You place it on the small table, not wanting to catch him with your cold hands. He studies it before picking it up, carefully unwrapping the miraculously still dry paper.

Ranboo's eyes light up once he sees the contents, the sealed jar containing it's own little ecosystem. Some stone, some dirt, some grass and a single poppy.

"I remember you mentioning you don't get to see the grass very often here with all the snow. I thought I might bring you some." His smile widens as he studies the jars contents. "You can place it wherever you want too."

"This is incredible. My own patch of grass that won't get ruined by the weather, I could marry you." His expression falls to a serious one, "sorry, I just.. a gift like this-"

"It's alright." You state, cheeks slightly flushed. Although you're nowhere near as bad as he is. His words got your mind racing. Sure, you've fallen in love with him over the time you've been sending letters. Sure he's turning out to be even better now you've met him, but can romance really bloom in times like these?

Maybe it can.

#ranboo x reader #dsmp x reader #request #dsmp #ranboo #fluff #dippin-dots #flowers #enderman #drabble #mcyt x reader

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goddess-pan · 4 years ago

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Tailor!Reader in Dream SMP

Dsmp x reader prompt; Tailor!Reader in Dream SMP. Credit would be appreciated so more people can find this and make their own things based on it.

Can fully be read as platonic. GN!reader with they/them pronounce as a placeholder so anyone can adapt it however they want. Both general and character specific parts included.

Characters who have a lot written for/about; Eret, Ranboo, Foolish, Tommy, Technoblade, Philza and Michael. Mentioned; Tubbo, Sam Nook, Purpled and Foolish Jr.

This ended up being super long so I’m putting it under the cut in order not to clutter people’s pages. My personal favourite part is Phil’s and Techno’s part. These could be read as headcanons but are still available as a prompt(s) to use for anyone.

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The reader joining after the doomsday as a time frame in my mind.

The reader helping people patch up their current clothes since most of it got pretty banged up during the doomsday, and it's not like they can just go get a new outfit since quite a few people had just lost all their belongings and only had the clothes on their back. So at first prioritizing helping patch up the current clothing people were wearing and then moving on to making some simple fast to make and easy on the resources clothes for people. Just like basic shirts and shorts/pants, nothing fancy. Then when everyone has at least a couple of different clothes to change to and from starting their own business to sell people more if they wanted. However waving payment if they brought them the materials and what they wanted wasn't overly complicated.

People at first thinking they are just some chump who knows basic sewing or something. A very kind chump, but still a chump. So imagine their surprise when one day they are just walking by the reader's now established tailors and they see these absolutely stunning designs displayed at the windows.

Just like their reactions seeing these beautiful designs they can't help but stare at. I'd imagine some of them just doing a double take when they walk by, someone pressing their face up to the glass trying to see it closer, the braver ones going inside and talking to the reader about their designs and the more anxious and/or shy ones only going inside when the reader isn't there to look at designs closer.

And the reasons they like/are amazed by the designs vary also ! Some just have monkey brain that goes "Pretty. WANT", some who just love the colour and art of the pieces, some who imagine how epic this design or others would look on them, some who love the fashion aspect of it and of course the very small portion who actually know anything about tailoring/sewing and the amount of work that goes into making something intricate.

Some specific character/group interactions I thought of;

Making warm well insulated clothes for people moving to Snowchester so they don't freeze. +A warm cape for Ranboo for the same reason.

Eret being one of the firsts (if not the first) to get himself a fully tailored and customized outfit. Them also being the first and very possibly only person to get a dress or a skirt since most of the other people on the server prefer to wear pants (excluding maid dresses which people might get as joke). The reader crying in joy for getting to design something different for once. And hey if the reader ends up making a few extra ones that she didn't order, but decided to give her anyway it was all just some extra ones they had lying around, never mind the fact that the dresses/skirts are perfectly tailored for Eret and are her style. Just a coincidence, nothing suspicious there. Eret also models for the reader and once he even convinced them to hold a fashion show to showcase some of their work to the whole server. Of course he was the main model presenting the outfits.

At start of the reader beginning to display their designs at their shop Ranboo sees a really cool looking suit on display and his brain just goes "Want." He probably wouldn't be able to buy anything pre-made and be comfortable in it due to his physique. And him having just moved into the arctic and only starting to get settled in, he doesn't have comfortable enough funds for him to get something as expensive as a custom tailored suit AND have enough for any possible rent that he might be required to pay.

Eventually when he gets richer he starts considering getting one but the anxious side of him always ends up winning and he doesn't. However once he finally gets the courage to go commission the suit for himself he doesn't regret it at all. The reader did their best to not overwhelm him and to make it the best possible experience. Just imagining the absolute joy he would feel for having a properly fitting suit that's made just for him, not too short sleeves nor too wide torso and shoulders, just perfect. If he ends up ordering a couple more suits that's between him and the reader. He actually ends up probably being their most frequent and reliable customer.

And we should all know why that is, but let me clarify just in case; Michael.

The reader basically becoming Michael's personal stylist (/hj) . Not only does Ranboo buy a god awful amount of clothes for Michael, the reader also makes some free ones for him. The free ones are things the reader felt like designing since they absolutely adore Michael and the ones Ranboo pays for are commissioned by him. Michael absolutely has the biggest wardrobe in the whole server. The reader learning how to make plushies so Michael could have some more toys, this learning experience including learning to crochet and knit to see what he like best.

Using their newly acquired plush making skills, the reader starts their quest to make some plushies for others after seeing people stare at the plushies wistfully either while they were working on them or seeing Michael with the plushies. People who got them include the minors, their close friends and basically anyone they thought might benefit from them. Some of the ones they made (that I could think of);

Of course a bee for Tubbo, but also throwing in a little ram one as well

Ranboo gets a grass block plush/pillow

Tommy gets a cobblestone block plush and a cow plush. He also later receives a Sam Nook plush while he's working on the hotel

Purpled getting two different sized ufos, one to hold and the other more of a big pillow

Eret definitely gets a flamingo plush

Foolish gets a totem and a gold block plushies

Phil gets crow plush as well these tiny fake coin and gem plushies (the latter causes problems for him which I'll expand upon later)

Techno gets a pig one as well as polar bear one

Back to the individual/group part

The reader just chilling w/ Foolish as a fellow artists. Them talking about both their arts and catching up every time the reader comes to deliver something to Snowchester when Foolish is building the mansion. Just two pretty peaceful artists talking about their passions. I’d imagine Foolish and the reader could relate to each other and their place in the server due to their similar hobbies/jobs as well as their similar time of joining the server. Foolish's first commission from them being an intricate blanket for Foolish Jr so he could have a more comfortable resting place. He may or may not end up receiving that and several other (though less intricate) blankets as well as a tiny shark plush to give to Foolish Jr. Later on when the reader gets better at either knitting or crocheting they end up making a tiny shark jumper with a hood for Foolish Jr as well. Foolish would definitely cry when he sees his tiny shark baby. Any commissions of clothes for himself tend to always take some time due to sheer amount of work needing to be done due to his size so he always makes sure the reader doesn’t already have a lot on their plate and that they know he’s fine with waiting if they need to take a break from it.

Then there's Tommy, who they sometimes teach more about sewing since he already knows some basics. Him probably being the first person aside from Michael they make a plush for, due to him demanding one once he saw the reader making them. Then proceeding to get three plushies in rapid succession. The first being the cobblestone, the second being the cow and the third one being the Sam Nook one. He ends up losing one of them during the prison fiasco and when the reader asks if he'd like a new one they only get the answer of "Don't want to think about what happened and the same one might make me do that". He then promptly receives new clothing (so he isn't wearing the same ones he was wearing in prison) and some extra blankets (for comfort) from the reader.

After Tommy meeting Michael does he use him to scam the reader to make them matching outfits for free? Yes, yes he does. Does it work? Yes, yes it does. Are they bothered by it? Not really, they look adorable in their matching outfits.

The reader being the source for Sam Nook's construction gear/clothes or at least the original patterns for them.

And then there's the arctic boys (minus Ranboo, who will still get mentioned) who are an interesting bunch clothing wise. The first one to commission the reader out of them would be Phil who got the original warm cape for Ranboo but also at the same time commissioned one for himself that would include slits for his wings. Eventually getting to design clothing for him which is always an exciting challenge with his wings. And when Phil finally manages to convince Techno to get something made for himself as well, Techno almost immediately gets addicted to having high quality clothing when they finish their first piece for him. The fun the reader has designing clothes for these boys is immeasurable with their different styles and needs in the clothing. Aside from clothing Techno also commissions them for a pet bed for Steve.

When the boys got their plushies it was adorable but also a very chaotic. Techno giving his pig one to Steve so he wouldn't miss him when he was away from home, but also bringing the polar bear one with him when he couldn't or wasn't allowed to bring Steve with him but still needed comfort. While on Phil's side of things; he was showing his crows the crow plushie joking about he'll replace them if they aren't careful however he made the mistake of showing them the tiny coin and gem plushies as well. I want you to imagine hundreds of crows descending upon this poor fool of a man in the background while the reader is walking away hoping they like their plushies.

The war that ensued the couple following days amongst the crows starts to cool down but the bickering doesn't, every waking moment Phil can feel eyes on him and one or more of the crows coming to complain about the others having had the shiny plushies for too long. He quickly caves under the pressure and commissions more of the tiny shiny treasure plushies. And by more I mean a lot more.

When he finally has enough of the things he goes around distributing them to the crows. Finally a moment of peace, but he still feels like something is staring at him occasionally. Deciding to ignore it since it's finally quiet he goes to makes himself a cup of tea and while waiting for the water to boil he fishes out the few shiny plushies he had saved for himself. The second he does he feels eyes burning into him and now that it's quiet he hears it, quiet muffled snuffles and snorts of discontent. Then he sees what ‘it’ is, it's Techno behind the window looking at the shinies in his hand with such intensity Phil fears for his life (/hj). Phil just sighs deeply before walking over to the window and opening it. For a second Techno looks like a deer in headlights before returning to intensely staring at the shinies in Phil's hand before Phil just dumps the shiny plushies into Techno's hand and closes the window. Happy piglin noises can be heard outside while Phil debates the pros (getting to have shinies himself) and cons (the embarrassment of having to commission even more of the shiny plushies than he already has) of getting new ones from the reader. And in all this the reader has no idea the amount of chaos they inadvertently caused.

And finally; Techno commissioning robes/cloaks for whole the Syndicate to wear in their meetings, because he’s dramatic like that. But since he’s a thoughtful guy, he wants them all to fit the members well and not be uncomfortable to wear so he gets everyone’s measurements. Once he has them all he goes to the reader with the order for the robes, he has all the measurements written down under just Person 1, Person 2 etc. to keep their anonymity and when asked what the robes are for he just tells the reader it’s a book club. When he gets them all and the reader asks no further questions he thinks he’s gotten away with getting some cool robes for the Syndicate with their secrets safe. Little does he know the reader actually now knows all the members in the Syndicate since they can just reference the gotten measurements with everyone’s measurements written down from previous work done by them. Whether the reader thinks it’s some weird cult they all are a part of or just an actual book club people are too embarrassed to admit they are in, is up to interpretation.

#dsmp x reader #dsmp fanfic #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #Pans Writing Prompts #C: Technoblade #C: Ranboo #C: Philza #C: FoolishG #C: Eret #C: TommyInnit #C: Michael_Beloved

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shyrose57 · 4 years ago

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How many of you know what Dress Up Niki is? Because I’m making a Dress Up Niki AU.

Tubbo:

A simple boy from Lilith, as far as the group is concerned.

Prefers Warm and Pure styles. Typically with some sort of nature or animal theme.

His default outfit is a pale yellow sweater with three thick brown stripes, and scrunched sleeves, over a soft green button-up shirt that's collar pokes out, brown shorts with green thread and a single bee embroidered onto each side, pale green socks, brown sneakers with green accents, a braided yellow/green bracelet with a bee charm, and a yellow and brown bee-themed backpack that he carries his stuff in.

There's a strange bee plushie that he only uses in emergencies, style wise. It's very soft, and smallish. It's wings are gossamer, and it's eyes are amber. Sometimes, it seems to move on it's own, though nobody's been able to prove it. Seems to have very potent Pure and Cute attributes.

Skills are Smile, Charming, Picky Immune, and Cinderella.

Tommy:

An orphan from Apple Federal who ran away and now is traveling the world.

Prefers Simple and Lively styles. Usually something sporty, and easy to move in.

Default outfit is a white long sleeve, a red short-sleeved hoodie, light brown cargo pants, red and white sneakers, white socks, brown fingerless gloves, and a brown satchel that holds his stuff.

One-third dark elf-one third forest elf, and otherwise human. Due to this, he can see easily in the dark, has more energy at night, overall has high magic stores, and is really good with animals.

Feels a strange draw to Phil, though he can't pinpoint why.

Skills are Picky Immune, Gift, Clock, and Charming.

Wilbur:

Hails from the Republic of Wasteland, Windvale Tribe. Having always longed to study the styles of other nations, he finally left to do so after an argument with his brother, Fundy.

Prefers Simple and Gorgeous styles. Usually something with an 'old-fashioned' flair.

Default outfit is a pin-striped button up shirt, with rolled up sleeves, brown trouser, suspenders, white socks, a pair of laced boots, an brown, yellow, and blue arm-band peeking out from under his shirt, and a golden bangle bracelet on his wrist. Carries a briefcase bag to hold his stuff.

Very good with music, and has an easier time directing magic through it.

Always has his guitar on hand. It has very potent Lively and Gorgeous attributes.

Skills are Smile, Charming, Critical Eye, and Picky Immune.

Phil:

Comes from Cloud originally, but moved to the North Kingdom as a teen. Nowadays, he travels the world with Techno.

Prefers Elegant and Simple styles. His clothes will be influenced by the area, as he is a survivalist at heart.

Default outfit is dark green kimono top, with a red heart stitched into the breast, over a simple black shirt, black pants, sandals, a striped white and green hat, and a leather pouch around his waist that holds his items.

Part forest elf, and as such, has a pair of large bird wings on his back, which he uses to fly quite often.

Skills are Smile, Charming, Picky Bounce, and Sleeping.

Technoblade:

Former general from the north, he went rogue and became a mercenary at seventeen.

Prefers Mature and Elegant styles. Regal, but not enough to hinder him in battle.

Default outfit is a white poet’s shirt, dark red sash around his waist, black pants, knee-high Cavalier boots, a dark red hooded cloak that reaches his knees, numerous golden accessories, a leather pouch attached to his thigh to hold his stuff, as well as a dagger beneath it, and a sword sheath at his hip.

Immune to the Curse of Blood, for reasons unknown-possible descendant of Nikki.

Skills are Charming, Critical Eye, Cinderella, and Gift Bounce.

Plot:

Prince Tobias is the third prince of Pigeon, after Prince Dream, and Prince Eret. As the eldest, Dream has taken the throne in wake of their mother's passing.

Shortly before her death, the Queen gave her children each a special gift to aid them in the times to come.

Dream was granted a special mask, made of porcelain, and baring a simple smiley-face on it's surface. The mask is enchanted, hiding the wearer's emotions and weaknesses from everyone around them. Perfect for diplomacy.

Eret was given a coat, of deep red and golden thread. It granted it's wearer confidence, drawing attention to them, and giving them the strength of leadership. Perfect for leading.

And Tobias was given a bee plushie, warm and soft, that gave it's holder hope, and reminded them of memories of joy and childhood. Perfect for a boy who'd have to be a hero.

When Dream took the throne, he started changing. Acting colder, and more power hungry. Uncaring for his people. His siblings soon realized that the mask had become corrupted, not merely hiding emotions and weaknesses, but making them vanish all together, turning their brother into an unfeeling tyrant.

After failing to get the mask off of him, Tobias fled the kingdom, desperate to find the mask's maker, or anything to tell him how to fix it and save his brother. Eret remained, determined to help the kingdom as much as they could, and do damage control. Though reluctant to allow her little brother out alone, he realized it would be safer out there than in the kingdom at the moment, and helped him flee.

Very few had seen Tobias’s face, due to the late queen's insistence upon not dragging her children into kingdom affairs until they were of age, so it wasn't too hard for him to vanish. Eret sent a family friend his way, Jordan Sparklez, who helped him into Lilith, and established a cover story.

Tubbo Sparklez, a Lilith student returning home after traveling abroad to learn more about himself, just as his father had.

He soon meets Tommy Innit, a runaway from Apple Federal.

Tommy had always been an easy target for the other kids. He was always a bit too loud for the caretakers, and annoying to the other children. Not to mention his strange habits. Needless to say, Tommy often found himself being blamed for things he didn't do, and punished for them. At fourteen, he was fed up with it.

So he ran. Packed his few things and bolted. Eventually found himself in Lilith, where he quite literally crashed into Tubbo, and despite the rough start, the two became quick friends.

Though Tommy still planned to travel, he decided to relax for a bit, and hang out with his new friend. Those plans were thrown astray when Pigeon attacked the town, and the two fled together.

The terrifying experience led to them agreeing to stick together and protect each other. Tubbo confesses he was searching for something, because his brother was in trouble, and Tommy decided to help him out. After some deliberation, they decided to head to Cloud, hoping to find some clues there.

From there, they meet Wilbur Soot, and eventually, Philza and Techno. The three end up sticking with them, all soon wrapped up in a complicated adventure as Tubbo searches for a way to save his brother, and the rest of the group find themselves facing things about themselves they never knew, and learning where they belong in this vast world.

#dream smp #dream smp au #Dress Up Smp AU #tubbo #dreamwastaken #eret #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza #technoblade

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 4 years ago

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I was going to actually post this before asks closed (didn’t get the chance), but Teddy Bear Anon, you are one of my favorite people and a magnificent creature. You get my vibe.

About Bad canonically being Sapnap’s dad I feel like that has so much extra angst potential when we consider the rest of the found family. Like. Sapnap, Tommy, and Fundy all have dads who started with the best of intentions but for one reason or another ended up slowly becoming a danger to them. I imagine Tommy and Fundy one day showing up with a cake and telling Sapnap “We regretfully welcome you to the shit dad club” and Sapnap is torn between being upset still and laughing over the absurdity of the situation.

Bonus points if Tommy made the cake using a recipe book that Niki gave him, the last gift Niki ever gave to Tommy. Tommy was originally a really bad cook/baker but after the egg really started to take over he went full survivalist. Leaning to cook was necessary but learning to bake was something he did as a way to raise everyone’s spirits. He’s never gotten the flavor quite to match with Niki’s perfectly but everyone agrees he’s gotten pretty decent in terms of skills. He and Fundy in particular will sometimes just spend an entire day in silence baking and then quietly eat their creations while reflecting on the friends they’ve made and lost over the course of L'manberg’s lifetime. When the group got back to the past and Niki made cookies for Tommy and Fundy the pair very nearly started crying.

Tommy is in an interesting position as a character since he did commit a lot of minor crimes and acted as a general nuisance but he was also still a child. (A very traumatized one considering I canonize SMP Earth with its unlimited lives but even more wars. Including against God. Tommy fought God just let me have this.) He acknowledges the moments when he went over the line and has tried to apologize. In particular at some point before the egg fully takes over he pulls aside Jack and tells him that he’s sorry for the way he acted when he was still in exile, taking one of Jack’s lives and all. Jack and Niki in particular are an interesting subject to address and a painful one for immune!Tommy to think about when he sees younger Niki because the three never fully tossed out the hatchet but it was obvious in the eyes of someone like Sam that both of them were growing more and more hesitant to hurt Tommy. It was made worse by the fact neither were even marginally immune, and it didn’t take long for the egg to get to them.

He never stopped being chaotic. Tommy at his core is just that kind of person. He did, however, grow up enough to act in a more mature manner. Started to recognize what’s too much. In particular he became a lot less violent and willing to lash out after Sam Nook in essence reparented him. He’s still an absolute wild card of a person, which in the eyes of Sam and Sapnap is a good thing. For this au I think we should actually address Tommy having severe ptsd and during the building of his hotel/the early days of the egg before it becomes a noticeable threat it shows. He’s a lot more subdued. Shows of aggression all carry a kind of desperation and his typical jokes feel flat. Lashing out at people slowly becomes more of a defense mechanism to see if someone’s going to leave or betray him, to test the limits of how nice they’re willing to be. After all, nice people have only ever been nice to Tommy when they wanted something from him. His eyes, especially after L'manberg is blow sky high, are well and truly gray. The first time Tommy genuinely laughs after filling Sapnap’s room with chickens is considered celebration worthy to them. His pranks take on a more hermitcraft-esque feel to them which honestly makes them more funny.

By the time they get to the past Tommy has recovered, but he still carries the kind of maturity that like Teddy Bear mentioned is reminiscent of age swap Tommy. When he gets especially stressed though, Immune!Tommy will slip into moments where he acts as tired and done with the world as age swap Tommy. With that said, most of the time he just acts like a more mature Tommy. Nothing could ever completely erase his unique vibe which Ranboo has gone on record as describing “Willing to fight God deaf, blind, and backwards just to prove a point."

Immune Fundy and Tommy get on really well once Fundy manages to catch up with the rest of the group. It gets to the point where everyone from the past is kinda shocked since smp Fundy and Tommy do not get along. At all. Literally the first night Fundy’s back someone goes to wake them up and they find Fundy asleep on top of Tommy which is a wild experience since this Tommy is a goliath who often refuses to take off his full Netherite max enchant armor. He really becomes a "looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll” kinda mans.

Also, yeah, this is Dream’s retirement arc. He is literally just sitting in the corner watching Tommy dote on his younger self and Tubbo before completely pile driving two of the most powerful people on the server straight into the dirt. At some point Tommy sits down with past Punz. He tells this Punz that their Punz died protecting him and Tubbo and that Tommy never got to properly thank their Punz so he’s going to thank this Punz. Tommy then gives Punz an entire stack of Netherite. If we’re gonna go ahead and agree on Phoenix Tommy then Tommy is fire proof, meaning he probably spent a large amount of time in the nether to avoid the egg crew and get rare supplies. Meaning he also probably did a lot of mining just to distract himself and it resulted in him being loaded. Tommy used to have a fear of tnt and explosives but he seems like the type of mad lad to say “exposure therapy” and make a massive cavern in the underbelly of the nether.

I think it would also be really interesting to dedicate like, a couple of chapters to other people’s perspectives. I kind of want to set the time they arrive in the past partway through the Pogtopia arc since I like mildly unhinged but not completely gone Wilbur. Plus then it also makes more sense for Techno to be there. Just prefer the aesthetic really. I want to have Wilbur see this version of Tommy and come to a sudden “oh” moment. I want to have a moment where Tubbo looks between his Tommy and this new Tommy, seeing himself nowhere to be found, and has enough what the fuck moments to become aggressively protective of his own Tommy. Especially if immune!Tommy ever admits to the past Tubbo why he is the way he is, what he faced under the thumb of the people he trusted. Which, out of everyone on the server, Tubbo would be the first one from the past to actively learn.

I am fully on board with Tommy knowing how to sew. That should just automatically be canon in literally ever AU. Tommy for all intents and purposes is still Phil’s child for me. Survival runs in the family the same way that chaos does, so he’s got a ton of basic survival skills that he just doesn’t show off because it’s still Tommy. He would have been completely fine in exile if it wasn’t for Dream. Whenever someone ruins their clothes in the Immune group they automatically go to Tommy and at first the past versions are very confused (except for past Tommy and Tubbo obviously) and then Tommy’s just “Sapnap this is beyond ruined it can’t be saved, let me make you something new” and within a couple days he makes Sapnap a completely new outfit. Like maybe Sapnap fell into a lava pool because Blaze Sapnap Supremacy and his clothes are beyond saving and everyone is beyond baffled when Tommy just acts like this is a weekly occurrence. He’s memorized Sapnap’s measurements and style tastes and already had a new outfit in the works for him that Sapnap immediately adores upon it being presented to him. It takes about a week for past Eret to learn that Tommy stress sews new clothing and he cannot think of a better model. Eret has never had such a full closet. Eret has everything from three piece suits to ball gowns now. Eret lives in terror of the days where Tommy disappears god knows where with Fundy and the two reappear with a new wardrobe for the entire god damn server.

Speaking of disappearing I really like the idea of part phoenix and part tanuki Tommy for a couple reasons. Being a Tanuki he’d have access to enough magic to hide his hybrid traits, which if they’ve been present for long enough would be a necessity to him. Additionally think about Fundy and Tommy building a den under Church Prime that slowly turns into a maze. Think about it. It starts off simple and then they both start digging more and it gets deeper and deeper and more complicate and the two just refer to it as their den and the only ones who are fully aware of the connotations of that word are Sam, Sapnap, and Ranboo who remember the absolute hell that was trying to navigate the original. Just Fundy and Tommy bonding over the fact they are literally the only creatures on this server that have this catacomb memorized and at the end of the catacomb is their saferoom which connects to rail way that the two spent a month straight on. It goes at least 25k blocks from spawn and it’s a final emergency resort in case they can’t stop the egg and the Immunes needs to regroup and essentially try again (if they keep bringing their younger selves with them then hopefully they’ll finally get an army large enough to stop this, but everyone really hopes it doesn’t come to that.)

I’m working on the first chapter of my fic right now actually if I’m gonna be honest and phoenix Tommy is absolutely without question canon to it but I’ve still been going back and forth on if I want him to be part tanuki as well or just blessed/favored by one like Teddy Bear mentioned. I’m also tucking away the whole thing about the magma blood for later use. Phoenix Tommy just makes sense. They used to call him Zombie Kid for a reason back on SMP Earth, he just literally does not die ever unless he decides he does.

~Snapdragon & Firefly

#dream smp #dream smp au #immune au #tommyinnit #fundy #sapnap #eret #the eret #awesamdude #dream #dreamwastaken #wilbur soot #submission #snapdragon & firefly #long post

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s1rcus · 3 years ago

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The Road to Love and Truth (Blackhill)

Rating: Teen and up

Words: 2827

Chapter: 2/2

Fandoms: Marvel

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Steve Rogers, Nick Fury

Additional tags: -

Summary: Maria struggles after her night with Natasha. She gets some good advice from Steve.

Authors note: Blackhill Bingo square I3 "Steve Rogers"

Story below the cut or in AO3 here

Maria still has a huge headache. She's been debating taking another aspirin to ease it down for the past 10 minutes, but it hasn't been too long since she took the first one and it might just not be working yet. The situation with Romanoff might not be helping either.

Without thinking she's making her way towards Phil's office. She's not sure why, she knows she won't talk about something like this to him. He's a good friend but she just can't talk about her sex life with him, less about feelings. Maybe he'll have some work she can do to distract her from the night before. She can't use her key card on a day off, (Fury has made it very clear she's not supposed to be doing work during any type of leave) so she can't go to her own office to continue work.

Phil isn't in his office. Now that she actually thinks about it, he has been on a mission since yesterday. She still needs something to distract her though. Maybe Fury would let it slide this once if she'd go do work, but she'd rather not see him right now. She decides to just go for a walk. Hopefully that'll clear her head a little.

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The fresh air does help her headache and clears her head just the tiniest bit as well. She stands outside of the Triskelion for a short time and decides to go for a short walk along the river.

She keeps her eyes mostly on the water as she walks hands in the pockets of her sweats. She probably should've changed if she's honest, but she didn't want to go back to her room. SHIELD agents weren't that rare sight around these parts, but they definitely didn't go out in their gym clothes. She kicks around some pebbles every once in a while that are lying around the sidewalk.

She loses track of time, trying to just focus on nothing but the movement of the water. And she might have let her guard down, because she gets startled, when a hand taps her on the shoulder.

"Maria, what are you doing out here?"

"Jesus, Steve. Warn a girl next time."

"I literally yelled your name when I saw you. You're not usually this distracted. Are you okay?"

There's concern on his face and Maria doesn't like it one bit. She's fine, and even if she wasn't, everyone else needs to think she is.

"Everything's fine," she lies.

Steve gives her a long look, not quite believing her.

"You can always talk to me, you know? Whatever it is that's bothering you, I'll listen."

Damn Steve, and his kind heart.

"I know," she says.

"Okay, well I'm gonna finish my run. Come and find me if you want to talk about whatever this is," he says as he runs past her.

Maria just waves him off. She continues along the river for a while longer until her headache becomes worse again. Deciding it's best to just go back and take another aspirin, she turns around and heads towards the Triskelion again.

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Eventually Maria realises she needs to talk to someone so she heads towards Steve's quarters and knocks on his door. He opens the door with a smile. They're good friends but it's quite rare she actually ends up on his doorstep.

"Hey, Maria. What's up?"

"I slept with Natasha," she answers as she pushes past him into his room. She sits on his bed, head in her hands. She hears the door click shut as Steve closes it.

"Not what I was expecting. How are you feeling?"

Maria groans at the question, "I don't know. I find out she's queer and few days later I find her in my bed. That's not how that should go. And worst of all I want to do it again, but I don't think I can just keep it at that."

"So you want to ask her out?"

"I think so?" She says and lays down on the bed so she can stare at the ceiling. "But I'm her superior, it's unprofessional, not to mention way too complicated. How am I supposed to be able to send her out there, if I'm worried if she'll make it back? How is Fury supposed to trust in me, if I get compromised because of her? Or what if I make the wrong decision, because I can't--" Steve cuts her off. She feels the bed dip, as he sits next to her on the bed and places a hand on her knee.

"Maria, you're forgetting one important thing, she's the Black Widow, she knows how to handle herself. Do you know how many times she's saved me out there? Because I've lost count by now. And Fury won't see you any differently if you start showing normal people emotions. Also stop worrying about 'what if's. Those are situations you can't know the answers for before it's too late. And for the record, I think you're already compromised. You care more about her than you know. Have for a long time."

"Fuck", Maria breaths the word out.

"Language."

"No, I actually fucked up."

"What did you do?"

"I just left her. She wanted to talk, and I just left her. I wasn't thinking clearly. I told her it was a mistake. Well it technically was because that was definitely not how I wanted that to go, but… I let her believe I don't want her. Shit!" She gets up quickly and starts pacing around. "I gotta go find her. Tell her that I'm sorry for how I treated her. That last night was great. Not that I really remember anything. To hopefully ask her properly out." She freezes on her tracks and turns to face Steve. "What if she says no? How am I supposed to continue working with her then?"

"Maria", Steve warns her.

"Right, won't know the answers before it's too late." She takes a deep breath. "Okay, I'm gonna go to find her. I wonder where she could be."

"At the gym with Barton."

"How would you know that?"

"Just a hunch."

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She does find Natasha at the gym. She's beating up Barton at the mats. Maria decides to just stay by the door and watch, she'll notice her eventually. Natasha seems more tense than normal, maybe even a little angry. She doesn't move around as smoothly as she usually does. Her movements are a little more jacked, more forced. Maria realises that she's not fighting with a clear head. She's trying to push her feelings out. Maria was the reason the Widow's usually flawlessly smooth fighting style looked harsh and broken. It makes her heart twinge.

Eventually Natasha pins Barton down and he taps out. She gets up and her gaze shifts to Maria's. Maria physically flinches under her gaze. She quickly straightens her back and neutralises her face, when Barton gets back onto his feet and notices her presence.

"Commander," he coughs, eyes moving from Maria to Natasha and back again. After a couple of beats of silence he starts backing towards the men's locker room. "I'll just go then."

Maria just looks at Natasha, not really sure what she's supposed to say. Before she's able to say anything, Natasha turns on her heels and heads towards the women's locker rooms. That gets Maria on the move as well. She runs after Natasha and grabs her from the upper arm.

"Natasha wait," Maria says and Natasha stops on her tracks. "I'm sorry about earlier. Can we talk?"

Natasha turns around and Maria tries to look as apologetic as she can. Natasha just stares at her for a while.

"Fine. My quarters in 10."

Maria nods and drops her hold of the other woman. She didn't even realise she had still been holding her upper arm. Natasha eyes her quickly once more before she turns around again and heads out of sight to the locker room. Maria just stands still for a while, looking after her, until she spins around as well and heads out of the gym and towards Natasha's quarters.

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Natasha is punctual as ever, and appears exactly 10 minutes later. Maria follows her silently into her room. Natasha sits down on her bed, one leg under herself while the other hangs off the edge. Maria is reminded of the morning. She stays standing near the door, but is faced towards Natasha. She's trying to figure out her words, even though she's been trying to figure out what to say ever since she walked out of Steve's quarters.

"Well?" Natasha prompts her.

"I fucked up. I'm really sorry for how I treated you. I panicked and I fucked up. I try my best to keep my private life and work separate, and I mostly live at work so… I'm having a hard time, to put it lightly. I also have never done this before."

"What? Been with a woman?" Natasha asks with a serious tone. It takes Maria a beat to realise she's not actually seriously asking that.

"No, Romanoff. You know that's not what I meant. I mean sleeping with a co-worker. Actually kinda never slept with anyone without being on a date first. And especially never had someone in my bed in a SHIELD facility."

"So I was your first one night stand?"

"About that, I wouldn't mind doing it again."

"Was I that good?" Natasha asks with a smirk.

"Natasha! I'm not talking about the sex. I'm talking about all of it. Everything since the mission. Spending time together at that bar and during the mission and also everything that came after."

"Wow. Is Commander Hill getting soft?"

"No,” she says. Taking a breath she continues, “I'd just like to see if this could become something. You're one of the few people around here who I can stand, and I actually had a really nice time yesterday. And I'm not regretting what happened after, so that probably says a lot."

Natasha gives her a small smile.

"What changed?"

"What do you mean?"

"You left the room in such a hurry and now you're here saying you don't regret it."

"Yeah, that. I might've talked to Steve and he had some good advice."

"You went to Steve?" Natasha's voice sounds almost scandalous.

"Who else would I go to? Fury? Do you think I have many friends around here? People who I could talk to?"

"Fair enough."

"So, if I'd ask you out on a date what would you say?"

"I would love to, but do you really want to go on a date? Because I feel like we're not the dating kind of people."

That was actually fair, she did always hate going on dates.

"What do you suggest then?"

"How about this?" Maria is really unsure about how she should feel about the smirk that follows that one simple question.

Natasha gets up and walks towards Maria. She stops when their chests are basically touching. She grabs Maria's hands and wraps them around her waist. Then she wraps her own arms around Maria's neck and rises up on her toes to kiss her. Maria basically melts into it. Eventually she lifts Natasha up and they move on the bed. Natasha seems very impressed that Maria can lift her. Maria might be a bit hurt about that.

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When they decide to leave for an early lunch (neither remembered to eat breakfast), they're barely 100 feet down the hallway from Natasha's room, when they're stopped by a junior agent.

"Commander, Agent Romanoff. Director Fury wants to speak to both of you."

Maria and Natasha exchange a look.

"Did he say what about?" Maria asks.

"Not really," the Agent answers but there's a look on his face Maria doesn't like. It's like he knows something he shouldn't.

Maria debates for a little bit, if she should push and get some answers from him but decides against it. She dismisses the agent and starts heading towards the Directors office with Natasha.

They get a couple weird looks and smiles on the way there. They walk the whole way in silence. Both clearly trying to figure out what Fury wants from them.

Fury sees them immediately, which tells Maria that it's something important. She's getting nervous. Natasha is here as well, so her mind goes only to a specific direction, but how would Fury know?

"Director Fury, you wanted to see us?" Maria greets him.

"Hill, Romanoff. Has either of you checked the news today or any social media?"

Natasha shakes her head. She's been awfully quiet after they ran into that agent.

"No, sir. I haven't checked my phone at all today. Pretty sure it's dead anyway. I've been a bit distracted," Maria answers truthfully. There's no point in lying.

"Well, you probably should stay out of social media for a little while but that's just a suggestion. Do you have anything else to report to me?" His eye shifts from Maria to Natasha and back.

He knows. Maria takes a deep breath. She feels Natasha's hand touch hers, a sign that it's okay.

"Yes, sir. We, uh... Natasha and I are involved."

"Will it be affecting your work?"

"No, sir."

"Then I'm happy for you," he says with the slightest hint of a smile.

Maria is surprised and she can sense that so is Natasha. She lets her posture get a little more relaxed.

"Now to the real reason I invited you in," Fury says as he pulls some tabloid articles up on the screen behind himself. They're all saying basically the same thing: Black Widow at a gay bar with a mystery woman . Some of them have clearly done a better job with trying to figure out who this "mystery woman" is because a couple of them have actual pictures of Maria along with her name. And there's pictures. Pictures of them kissing, the intense looks they changed during that night and pictures of them leaving together.

"We tried to get them down before they spread too far, but clearly we didn't manage that. Anything about the Avengers' personal life spreads like a fire. I'm sorry about the situation it puts you in."

Both of the women just nod. There wasn't anything to say. Fury takes this as his answer and turns off the screen.

"Well then, you're dismissed. Hill, if you could stay for just a little longer?"

Natasha squeezes her shoulder a little before she steps out of the room.

"Sir?"

"No reason to be that formal anymore. This is just me checking on you. How are you feeling?"

"Well, that's a lot, but I think I'm fine. It's not the way I wanted things to go, but I guess it's good that it's out. If we wish to go out, now we don't need to worry if someone sees us or not."

"Okay, still I wish the situation wasn't this. I strongly suggest that you don't check any social media for the next few days. I know you think you can handle it, but there's gonna be some bad stuff there and I'd prefer the dust settles a bit first. Also if anyone, and I mean anyone, in SHIELD gives either of you a hard time because of this, let me know. I will handle it. It's out there, so everyone knows. I wish you could've handled this on your own terms, but the situation is what it is."

Maria smiles at him.

"Thank you, Director. I know I said it won't affect my work, and I truly believe and hope so, but if it ever seems like I'm putting her before the mission; pull me out of it, if possible. I know I won't be happy about it, but I need to know that I won't be making mistakes because I'm compromised."

"Of course. But I have full belief that you'll do great even then."

Maria nods and heads towards the door but Fury's voice makes her turn around before she gets to open it.

"Also, before you go. I am truly happy for you, Maria."

Maria smiles at him and nods her thanks and joins Natasha on the other side of the door.

Natasha hugs her as she closes the door. Maria circles her arms around her and presses her cheek against Natasha's head.

"That went better than I expected." She hears Natasha mumble against her chest.

"It did," Maria agrees.

"I'm so sorry about the articles though. If I would've just realised--" Maria quiets her with a kiss.

"Natasha, there's nothing you could've done about it. The second we walked in there everyone was paying extra attention to us. Those articles would be there even if we hadn't kissed. I'm just glad we did. I don't think I would've ever dared to take this step otherwise," Maria says. She looks Natasha in the eye and they exchange smiles. "Now, how about that lunch?"

#bhb21 #blackhill #maria hill #natasha romanoff #Black Widow #marvel #MCU #My fic

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hollenka99 · 3 years ago

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Protecting The Enemy (or how to meet your best friend)

Happy holidays @fandomandsparkles, here is your gift for secret santa. Hope you enjoy!

Phil stands to the side as shrieking laughter fills the air. The snowball fight is a fairly intense one and he is tempted to remind his 13 year old not to pelt the projectiles with quite so much force at his 5 year old brother. The warning to be more gentle is on the tip of his tongue when one of the boys cries out. "OW!" Tommy yells. "Dad! Tell Wilbur to stop before my wings fall off." "Why would they do that?" "Because it hurt and Wilbur said that you said your wing fell off because you hurt it." "It did not- Wil, since when did I say it fell off?" There's a shrug. He sighs as he regards both of his boys. The two of them are covered in snow from a morning's worth of play. Along with this, he can see a patch of white still clinging to his youngest's wings. If he's going to divulge into his past then he is definitely not going to do here or now. They aren't going to allowed to be in this state as he does either. "Come on, I'll make us something warm to drink and I'll tell you how I actually lost my wing." He raises his voice so it may pass through walls. "Techno, feel free to chime in since you were there too." The back door opens to reveal the piglin's head poking out. "Heh?" "Story of how we met." "Ah." "Techno took your wing?!" Tommy gasped. "What? No, no, just- come in and sit down, both of you." There is great deal of patting down, brushing off, boot stomping and breath blowing into hands. By the time the milk is hot and powdered cocoa is mixed with it, any snowy clothing has long been exchanged for something drier. His sons accept their drinks eagerly when he passes the mugs to them. Well, if everyone's comfortable then there is no time like the present. "Right. So this was while we were both serving during a huge war between avians and piglins. We were on opposite sides, as you'd expect. Also... well, we were practically kids, especially compared to now. I was in my 30s and Techno was barely done with reaching adulthood. When I was told I could be useful on the Nether front, slipping in and out of fortresses, having spies' backs when it wasn't me swiping documents, that sort of thing, who was I to decline? I'd been at it for a while when the fight was reaching a bit of a stalemate. And then some idiot commander decided drastic measures were needed to get us out of it." --- There's withers in the sky. Who in all the dimensions was a big enough fool to set those off?! Did they want their soldiers to be on their deathbeds by the end of the day? This is simply another complication to Phil's day. The piglin won't leave him alone. Okay, he knows he wasn't as subtle as he should have been during the last mission but it's not as if he's personally to blame if his side gains the upper hand soon. It was a stupid mistake. He'd gotten the hallways mixed up in his head, paused for a moment too long and that had cost him his facade of belonging there. As much as an avian disguised as a diplomat could belong in a nether fortress. So now here he was, sprinting away with the single witness who'd seen him right on his tail. He loses footing as the ground trembles. A structure crumbles from the force of the explosion, bringing its walls down with it. The rubble barely avoids him. However, as the grunts from behind him tell, not everybody in this pursuit was so lucky. The piglin chasing him has somehow ended up with his arm trapped under what is left of the wall. This is his golden opportunity, fortune itself giving him a bit of a break for once. He should take advantage of it and sprint off to his camp, perhaps even fly if it's worth the risk, hoisting the scribbled notes of potential battle plans in victory as he reaches safety. He really, really should. And yet... And yet he doesn't. He has no clue why he does it. He sees the wither turning to face them and he knows he can't just leave the piglin struggling to free his arm. He rushes to attempt pulling the stone away. Come on, come on. He mentally curses the fact avians are much smaller and therefore less able to handle the same weight as a piglin could. How is he supposed to shift it if even the piglin can't? He should give up. Stubbornness doesn't let him surrender so easily. He risks another glimpse at the sky. Oh gods, it's opening its void of a mouth now. Another attack is coming. All logic would suggest he should have used the dwindling seconds to find cover and left his enemy to his fate. One less piglin for his comrades to face on the battlefield, right? But part of him sees another soldier who simply wants to get through this war as unscathed as possible, the same as he does. And that is pretty much that for him. Gods damn this stupid piglin, that's all it takes for him to make the decision. He opens his wings. The right one is still somewhat recovering from that one time somebody got lucky enough to shoot him out of the sky with an arrow a while ago. Good thing it's his left that will take the brunt of the blast. His shield will too, held above his head and covering them both as best he can. The piglin is staring at him, seemingly speechless that an enemy would ever do such a thing. Yes, that's right, an avian is risking a death nobody should wish on anybody for you. Don't get used to it. If he sees the other side of this reckless act, he's going to kick himself for being so impulsive. It would astound him if he knew his future self would actually thank him for that very reason. It comes. His face is on the ground before he can register the force that knocked it down there. He can feel his wing and gods, does it hurt. He refuses to even dare move it. Nothing good would come from that. His gaze lifts to check on the only other individual around. Oh, the piglin has finally managed to free himself. Back burning, the last glimpse Phil catches before allowing himself to shut his eyes is the enemy he saved dashing towards him. --- "Whoa. Can't believe you're a hero." Tommy mutters in amazement. He chuckles. "Ehh, debateable." "And? What happened next?" It is Technoblade who answers Wilbur. "Absolute reciprocity. Piglins tend to be pretty big on that." "Especially Techno." "Mmm. He saved my life so the least I could do was get him the help that could hopefully save his. Though, I say that as if he was willing to co-operate." "I was in enemy territory! You try be co-operative when you're with people you think are going to hurt you. Not to mention suddenly dealing with a life altering injury on top of that." "He couldn't serve anymore, not after losing his left one to prevent him from contracting withering. As for me, it was my duty to see him through recovery as the one indebted to him. It was inevitable that we'd try to talk eventually. Even trusted me to help maintain his first artificial wing once he got it." Phil hums into his mug. "Took some time to finally understand what the other was saying, I will admit. But now look at us." The avian man pokes his best friend of centuries with his elbow. "Can't get rid of each other, even if we wanted to."

#dream smp #philza #technoblade #my writing

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kmlaney · 3 years ago

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14 Days of Storybible: Day 6

@the-wip-project

Characters, conflict:

What problems does your character run up against? Why can't your character reach their goal?

This is an easy one, although I prefer “complication” over “conflict.” In Western literary traditions, conflict is set central and implies some deliberate actions taken by an identifiable person to thwart your character or their goals. It must be defeated, most likely by violent means, so things can go back to normal. I don’t see any of that as necessary. Complication, on the other hand, can be more amorphous, overcoming it doesn’t require its defeat, and ends with a new normal.

The Fate system uses “aspects” and “complications” to define your character, and it’s relatively close to this GMC. While I didn’t make Phil in Fate, I did assign them the primary aspect (goal) “Let me do some good before I'm gone,” a secondary aspect “The situation might be bad but I’m worse” with the complication (conflict) “I don’t find trouble, trouble finds me.”

Phil’s most obvious conflict is Bad Phil. Their goals and motivations are diametrically opposed. Prior to dying, though, Phil’s main conflict was that as much as they wanted to live in a world where people are nice to each other, they didn’t trust other people to behave that way. In addition, as I alluded to yesterday, their go-to solution is to escalate the situation farther than the opposition wants to go. Phil gets into a lot of fights.

I’ll go ahead and throw out this little piece from Phil’s childhood. It doesn’t have a title. Phil’s given name is Philomena. They don’t go by Phil until much later; this bit is strictly background.

They sent my sisters away for the afternoon so I’m sitting on the bed alone in our room. I hear their voices from the other side of the door. Arguing.

“That's your child. You wanted a son.” Mama.

“She's our child and you know I don't care.” Father.

“You never forgave me for having only daughters.” Mama again. Weeping.

“That's not true, Tess.” Father. Gentle.

“Then why do you pretend she's your son?” Mama. Pleading.

I don’t hear his sigh. It’s too quiet. “We’ll discuss it later.” Footsteps now, growing louder as he approaches my room.

Father opens the door. I look at him there, a tall shadow. Mama with crossed arms, frowning, behind him. "Hey, Filly," he says. I say nothing. I know he's angry. When I don't answer he continues, "Can we talk a spell?"

My gaze goes to the floor. I still don't answer. He closes the door softly and I hear his bootheels on the floorboards as he comes closer. The bed sags with his weight when he sits beside me. I see his knees clothed in denim blue and his strong hands resting on them. He sighs. Finally he speaks. "Doc says the Washbourne boy’s like to lose an eye. Mind telling me what happened?"

I grind my teeth. "Lendy pulled my hair so I punched him."

"That why you cut your pigtails off?" he asks.

"No!" I answer immediately. Then, "Yes." Mama was so angry about my hair. After a pause I repeat, "No."

"All right, we'll come back to that. You punched Lendall Washbourne.” Father asks.

“He pulled my hair!” I say. I can’t keep the fury from my voice. I turn to see Father’s tired face. “I told him I would. It’s his fault for being stupid.”

He strokes my head the way he does with the horses when they get bitey. It’s soft and warm and gentle. “Filly, a punch in the eye is more than a yank on hair. You understand that?”

My hands ball up into fists like they did when I hit Lendy. I can feel tears burning and I blink them back. “I told him.”

Father’s other hand covers my little ones. “I believe you, Filly. And Lendall shouldn’t have pulled your hair. That was wrong.”

I look away, scowling. “No one else thinks so,” I mutter.

His hand slides from the top of my head down the side of my face to cup my chin, and he turns my head so I have to see him. “Well, it is, and you’re in the right to defend yourself.” I can’t stop the tears now. They run burning over my cheeks. Father’s face swims in water. I blink and that only makes it worse. “But the hurt you gave is worse than the hurt you got. You can see that, right, Filly?”

I don’t want to. I want to remember the shock on Lendy’s face when I hit him. The scare on all his friends. I meet Father’s eyes “Now they know better. They won’t pull my hair no more. Or anything else.” I say.

Father takes his hand off my fists and rubs his own face. He sets his hand back down on his knee. “Filly,” he says, then waits for a minute, just staring at me. “That’s a red road. It don’t lead nowhere good and you’re awful young to start down it,” he says when he speaks again.

There are no more tears. Not right now. “He started it.”

“And you finished it.” Father sighed. There’s another pause while he just stares at me. “I can’t find fault, Filly. Neither one of you is clean. You’ll cry pardon--”

“It’s Lendy’s fault! Will he--”

Father holds up one hand, interrupting. “Let me finish. You’ll cry pardon for your part. You mayhap crippled the boy for life. That’s no small thing.”

I pull my chin out of Father’s rough fingers to stare at the floor again. It’s not right. I’m supposed to feel bad for hitting Lendy but I only feel bad for making Father angry. “Will Lendy cry pardon for pulling my hair all those times? What about shoving Bekka in the puddle, or tearing Roth’s books, or throwing rocks at the colts in the pasture and making them run?” I look back up at Father and the tears in my eyes this time are rage. “Why is it the little hurts go unpardoned and only the big ones matter?”

His eyes grow sad. He strokes my chopped-off hair. “They shouldn’t be. But they often are. Mostly because the people watching didn’t have their little hurts pardoned either and don’t know any better.”

“Well that’s just stupid,” I say.

He puts his arm around me and pulls me into a hug. “People grow up but they don’t always grow smart,” he says quietly. I snuggle against his side. My tears make his shirt wet but I can’t stop them. He lets me for a while. After a bit he leans down and whispers in my ear. “And Filly, next time you punch someone, go for someplace meaty. Still hurts and you won’t risk breaking your hand.”

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fallingappleshurt · 4 years ago

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Swept Away Sheets

YES I KNOW ITS NOVEMBER 22 BUT I WANTED TO DO A HALLOWEEN STORY AND FORGOT

Yeah here it is, I spazzed about this in the fd au server awhile ago and this isn’t that good but like- I’m already late

Wilbur is 13, Tech, 12, Tommy is 10? I don’t know

This AU was created by antarctic bay!! Anxiety is brrrrring so not tagging sorry

Anyways hope you enjoy!

“And you’re sure you remember the route you’re taking,” Phil asked, grabbing his key off the counter, “I want you guys to be safe, even though you are running around at night without adult supervision.”

“Phil we’ll be fine,” Wilbur insisted as Techno poked at his vampire fangs and Tommy thrashed around, the sheet draped over top of him flapping wildly.

“I don’t wanna be a ghost!”

“That’s on you, you didn’t pick something else before tonight, ran out of time to get a different costume.” Phil said, rolling his eyes.

“The sheet of shame,” Techno teased, pushing Tommy lightly.

“No!”

Wilbur grinned, “Tommy’s in the shame sheet!”

“No!”

Wilbur cackled, “It fits, I’d say you deserve it-”

“No I don’t you guys are just mean!”

“Alright, it’s almost 6:00, I’m going to be late and they guys at the store are already freaking out. You guys need to get to the neighborhood. Call me if anything goes wrong or you need help,” He pointed at Wilbur’s flip phone, “I mean it.”

“We’ll be fine Phil,” Techno said, “There will be other kids out,”

They walked out of their apartment towards a nearby neighborhood, it was a better bet then trying to do it in their apartment building.

The bones on Wilburs skeleton costume started to glow as the sun dipped below the trees. They had merged with a group of other kids, there was another ghost, a witch, a dog, an angel, and someone dressed as a lollipop. They traveled down the street together, the kid dressed as a witch urging them to go faster.

The houses were decorated with fake cobwebs and plastic skeletons, a few people just left a bowl of candy on their porch with a sign; ‘Please take one!’

They all took more then one, Tommy took three.

They had been trick or treating for over an hour as Techno followed Wilbur up to a creepy house with fake gravestones in the front. Wincing slightly as one of the other kids laughed loudly,Techno was growing tired of being around other people.

They knocked on the door and the women who answered cooed over everyone’s costumes and gave them candy. As they were walking back down the driveway something shifted behind a car.

A bloodied Freddie Krueger leapt out at the group, slashing at them with long rusty claws. Techno jumped back and tripped over someone else's feet as the other kids screamed and scattered in different directions, a few of them sprinting down the street.

The masked man cackled as Techno got to his feet, heart pounding, he was indifferent about horror in general but he did not like to be jumpscared.

Wilbur ran up next to him, threw a stick at the masked man, grabbed Techno’s arm and pulled him away.

“What the hell was that?” Techno asked as Wilbur looked frantically up and down the street.

“Hang on, I lost Tommy-”

“You what!” Techno whipped to the side, hoping it was a joke.

“He was right next to me- right next to me! I looked away for a second and now he’s gone!”

“Phil’s gonna kill us!”

“I know I know now help me find him!”

Techno scanned the surroundings, trying to spot Tommy’s dusty sheet but coming up short. “I don’t see him,”

Wilbur swore, “We gotta find him, right now-”

“No shit!”

They rushed up and down the winding neighborhood streets, houses and people started to blur together as Techno searched for a little kid with a sheet over his head. At first he had been more annoyed then worried, mentally grumbling about how Tommy shouldn’t have wandered off but after ten minutes of running around, calling for him, it started to shift more into panic.

What if he had gotten kidnapped or hurt? What if he was really hurt and laying by the side of the road? He could have lost his sheet and then Wilbur and Techno might have missed him-

His thoughts were cut off when he heard;

“Wilbur! Techno! Look!”

Techno skidded to a halt, sneakers sliding against the asphalt, he looked over to see Tommy running up to them, pillowcase crackling and bouncing.

“I found like three houses that give out full size candy bars!”

“Where were you?” Wilbur yelped, throwing his hands out, “Tommy what the fuck!”

“What?”

“Wilbur and I have been looking for you for like 20 minutes!” Techno said, anxiety and adrenaline starting to wear off.

“Oh yeah I saw you guys,” Tommy said nonchalantly.

“You-what, you- you saw us? And didn’t approach us until now?” Wilbur snapped, “Why!”

“Cause you guys were being mean earlier, I am not wearing a shame sheet!”

Techno slapped his forehead, dragging his hand down his face, smudging his glasses in the process.

“I’m going to kill you, you little shit!” Wilbur lunged at Tommy. Techno made no move to stop him.

“I’ll tell Phil you lost me while we were trick or treating!” Tommy shrieked, jumping back.

Techno grabbed the back of Wilbur’s shirt, pulling him back. Wilbur sighed, shoulders slumping slightly. “Okay, I won’t kill you, yet, but you gotta promise not to tell Ph-”

“I’m still gonna tell Phil,” Tommy said, even though his face was covered, Techno could see the shit-eating grin on his face.

“No, you can’t tell Phil, or I’ll tell him that you ran away and didn’t even try to get back to us.” Techno said, “It’s our word against yours.”

“I’ll cry,” Tommy said smugly. He knew Phil would side with him if he cried about being scared and then had his older brothers yell at him.

“Fuck.” Techno turned to Wilbur, looking for some kind of help. Wilbur sighed, “What if we give you picks of our candy when we get home?”

“Half of each,” Tommy stated.

“No! You can’t even eat that much candy!” Wilbur shot back.

“I think I’m being pretty fair,”

“You’re not-”

“Tommy what if you got a 1/3 of each of ours?” Techno cut in, biting his tongue as Tommy considered it. A literal two minutes later Tommy nodded.

“Okay!”

Techno sighed in relief as Wilbur checked the time on his flip phone.

“We still have like 20 minutes before Trick-or-treating ends, we could hit more houses on the way home.”

“Oh! Come with me and I’ll show you the houses with the big candy bars!” Tommy grabbed at Wilbur's sleeve, pulling him down the street, Techno followed, anxiety gone now that they found their brother and ensured that he wasn’t going to snitch, everything was fine.

Then they got home.

Phil was waiting for them, Techno guessed the crisis at the store had been fixed, he was sitting on the couch looking tired.

“Did you guys have fun?” He asked as they pushed open the door. Techno nodded, nudging his shoes off.

“Yeah!” Tommy said, “But Wilbur and Techno lost me halfway-”

Techno whipped around and jumped at Tommy before he could finish his sentence. He pinned him to the floor as Wilbur jammed his hand over his mouth.

“Wait, they what?” Phil asked, sitting up from the couch, going to untangle his brothers. Normally he didn’t bother because it was a semi-normal occurrence but this was different.

“What the hell,” Techno hissed under his breath as Wilbur, unconvincingly, said, “Nothing! He didn’t say anything, he’s just- just really hyped up on candy! That’s all!”

“Uh huh,” Phil walked over, shoved Wilbur away and hooking an arm around Techno’s chest, pulling him off of Tommy.

“Oh you’re strong,” Techno said under his breath as Phil grabbed Tommy and pulled him up.

“They what?” He asked.

“Wilbur and Techno lost me while we were Trick-or-Treating,” Tommy stated simply, ignoring the daggers his older brothers were glaring at him.

Phil turned to Wilbur and Techno, “You lost him?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, well, it was a complicated situation-” Techno started,

“There was a guy with a mask and another kid and-” Wilbur butted in until they were both talking over each other, both dancing around the point.

“You lost your brother?” Phil reiterated slowly.

“Uh, yeah,” Techno looked away nervously, Wilbur scratched the back of his neck nervously.

Phil took a deep breath, putting his face in his hand, “I’m too tired for this, I’ll deal with this in the morning, I’m taking a shower,” He walked down the hall then looked back at them, “But consider yourselves on notice.” Then he disappeared into the bathroom.

The moment the door closed they both pounced back on Tommy, words jumbling together as Tommy laughed.

“You said we had a deal!”

“Why did you tell Phil!”

“I’m gonna kill you you little gremlin, come here!”

They wrestled, Tommy v.s Wilbur and Techno, they pushed and pulled at each other, pulling at clothes and hair before collapsing back on the tile, gasping.

They sat in silence when Tommy asked, “Do I still get 1/3 of your guys’s candy?”

“No!”

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zmayadw · 4 years ago

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Evening to all :)

Time for the next part :)

Have a nice evening :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 10

I woke up with a terrible taste in my mouth. I had no clue what time was it, but the sun was out already, making me squint my eyes. I got in sitting position slowly, banging in my head intensifing with every move i made. Ugh, i'm never drinking again, i scolded myself. Squinting, I focused on the little alarm clock that was on the night stand. 10.34. Whoa, i cant remember the last time i slept this long. I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. I filled the glass with wather, rinsing my mouth a few times before gulping down two glasses. My stomach growled at it, i just hoped not to throw up .Taking a shower would be a wise thing to do, so i just threw the clothes i had off and entered the shower. The warm water felt good, i just let it pour over me for a while. I wrapped myself in the towel taking some painkillers for the headache. Getting back to the room, i dressed up, and sat on the bed. I felt a bit better, but still not enough. Coffee, i tought, thats what i need now. I got up, going for the purse i threw on the floor when i got in, searching for my phone. Shit, i cursed, it wsnt there. I checked every pocket, even Jake's hoodie, but my phone was nowhere to be found. Crap, i probably left it at a the Aurora last night, when Jessy and me wer taking pictures. Or at lest i hoped so. Well, i was going for coffee, so i could stop at the Aurora eitherway. I grabbed my backpack with drawing stuff. Who knows, i might be up for some drawing, no matter I still felt woozy from last night drinking. I putted my sneakers on, grabed my stuff and car keys. Walking wasnt an option this time, i wasnt feeling well enough for it.

When i parked my car infront of the Aurora, I saw Dan's car was still there. I smiled as i left the car, guess i wasnt the only one sleeping late today. I hoped Phil was there already, and my phone too. I entered the Aurora, relieved at the sight of Phil behind the bar. I was washed with the smell of coffee, and as i neared the bar, I pleadingly said to him, sitting on the stool „Please, please, please, tell me i'm not wrong and that is coffee i can smell.“ Phil turned arround , not noticing me when i entered. He grinned at me „You are most definitly right! Would you like some?“ „Yes, pretty please.“ I said, as i putted my hand on the bar, and leaned my head on it as on a pillow. Phil chuckled at me „Want any sugar with it? Or milk?“ „Yes, please.“ I replied, and he vanished through the storage doors. He returned with a big cup of coffe putting it infront of me. I rised my head, took the cup, taking a deep breath of its smell, before taking a big sip of it. „Thanks, Phill, you're my saviour:“ i smiled at him as i settled it back on the bar. „Here to help.“ He said, winking. „Rough night?“ he asked teasingly. „Oh, i dont know how you can be so cheerful.“ I started „I feel like a truck hit me lastnight.“ He laughed „Practice to perfection.“ „I think i would need years of practice to be even close to that kind of perfection!“ i said, making a skeptical face. He smiled at me „So, to what do i owe the pleasure?“ he asked. „Dont get me wrong, im glad to see you“ he said, that devilish spark in his eyes again „But i doubt you came just to see me.“ „You caught me.“ I said, even tho it was nice seeing him. „I was hoping that i might have left my phone here yesterday.“ He shook his head at me, crouching down searchin for a few seconds under the bar, giving me my phone as he got up. „Better be carefull next time, good thing i noticed it as you left.“ „Yay, thanks Phil, again.“ I told him, giving him a big smile. „I owe you big time! Both for the phone, and coffee.“ His phone rang then „Sorry business calling. Be right back“ he said, answering his phone and going through the storage door. I checked my phone with him gone, finding out few missed calls and messages from Jessy. She was worried i havent answered her jet, so i decided to call her while waiting for Phil. The tone barely sugested it rang when Jessy's voice boomed from the other side. „Finaly! Do you know how worried i have been? Are you allright? Where wer you? Why didnt you answer me before?“ It made me smile a bit, her worrying for me like that was so sweet. „Im sooooo sorry Jessy“ i said pleadingly „I left my phone at Aurora last night, i just got here to get it.“ Phil returned at that point, and i mouthed to him 'Jessy's' name, indicating who i was talking to. Her voice boomed again, and i moved my phone a bit from my ear, wich made Phil laugh. „Ofcourse you did! Its no wonder after all the whiskey you had! Dan is still sleeping like a log! You two really had it last night!“ „Aww, Dont be cross, Jessy.“ I started pleadingly again „I promise next time we wont over do it.“ Phil was grining at me now, and i stuck my toung at him, trying to calm Jessy down. „C'mon, you cant tell me you didnt have some fun yesterday.“ I started „I have some pictures on my phone as a proof of it.“ Phil threw his thumb up, showing me i said a good thing, and i grined at him. „Alright, i admit last night wasnt all that bad.“ Jessy started, sounding calmer now „But you're still not off the hook completly.“ „Thanks, Jessy“ i started, grining as a sign of victory to Phil. „You can scold me some more at lunch, if the deal for it still stands.“ „Ofcourse!“ Jessy cined cheerfuly from the other side „Dan will be a sleep for God knows how long, and im already bored here.“ I quickly moved my phone from the ear checking the time. „Its 12.20 now, when do you want us to meet?“. „I'll meet you around 14 at the Aurora. I doubt Phil will mind you hanging there with him till then.“ She replied, teasing me. „Somehow i think you're right.“ I said, looking at Phil with a devilysh smile. „Cya later, Jessy.“ I sadi, lovering my phone. Phil looked at me,a bit confused „Wat was that about?“ „Oh, just Jessy being Jessy.“ I told him, grining. „Fine, fine, be all mysterious.“ He teased me. „Awww, c'mon, you wouldnt find me so interesting if i was an open book.“ I told him, smiling sheepeshly. He looked at me, with that intensifing look again, making me feel heat spreading through my body „You're not wrong about that.“ Crap, what are you doing again, Maya, i scolded myself. Phil was definatly into me, and i was toying with him like this. It really wasnt my intention, i didnt want him to get the wrong impression about anything. But it felt so easy for me, talking to Phil, compared to Jake. Why does all have to be so tough and complicated with him? It feels like walking on egg shells every time im with him: dont do this, dont say that. Shit, it shouldnt be that way, should it? Was i really that much into Jake? Blah, i dont know anything anymore. I wish he would be more open with me, it would make things so much easier. I was lost in my toughts when Phil finaly snaped me back to reality „Maya? You allright?“ I looked at him, shaking my head, to clear it from all the 'Jake' toughts. „Yeah, sorry.“ I started „Guess the coffee didnt kick in properly yet.“ Phil looked at me, and i could see he didnt really belive what i told him, but decided not to take the matter any further „If you say so.“ Was all he said. I smiled shyly at him. „Do you mind if i just hang here for an hour or so, before metting with Jessy? I dont feel up to driving back to motel, and the coffee isnt bad here either.“ I tried, smiling, waving my empty cup at him. Phil looked at me, rising one of his eyebrows, and smiled devilishly „How could i say no to a beautifull woman?“ He took my cup, winked at me vanishing through the storage doors. I could feel my cheeks flushing again, and my heart beating faster. Shit, shit, shit..

When Phil came back with another full cup of coffee i asked if its ok if I sit at one of the booths, to wich he said fine, since he did have some work to be done. I took my stuff and coffee setteling at the booth. I had a bit over an hour before metting with Jessy, i hoped some inspiration for work might come to me. I took my stuff out of the backpack, took my sneakers off, sitting with my feet up on the booths perch. I liked drawing like that. Leaning my drawing pad on my knees i tried to focus on my work, but my toughts just kept wondering off. I tought about Phil, sneaking glances towards the bar. He was good looking, always nice to me, even tho everyone warned me that he was a 'no good' considering women. He never showed any sign of it towards me. He was easygoing, i enjoyed his company, we definatly clicked. Then there is Jake. I was definatly drawn to him, cant deny that. When im near him, it feels like when a moth is drawn towards fire. Cant fight it, its driving me crazy. But nothing with him is easy. Its like taking one step forward, then not one, or even two, but ten steps back. Its so frustrating. And with all that had happened, i feel like all the progres we had was completly gone. My head was still too woozy for thinking of stuff like this. I setteled my drawing stuff down, taking my coffee, leaning back in the booth. Maybe Jessy would have some advice fore me. Two heads are smarter then one, or so they say. But i should definatly talk to Phil, at least try to explain things to him. I dont want him thinking im giving him some false hope here. As if he could sense my toughts, he turned around, took his coffee and walked towards me. „Mind if i join you?“ he asked, and i smiled „Ofcourse i dont. I guess my inspiration is still sleeping, so no work to be done at the moment.“ He grined „Thats good for me. I can have the pleasure of your company for some more then.“ I chuckled at that, siping some more of the coffee. But i tought again about talking with him about everything. My face must have gotten some serious expression, 'couse Phil looked at me a bit serious, before asking „Whats bothering you, Maya? I have a feeling you want to talk to me about something.“ I looked at him, those deep eyes of his gazing intensly at me, trying to dig up my toughts. „I do.“ I admitted after a moment „But to be hones, i dont know how to start .“ „Well, just do your best.“ He said, and i started to get the feeling of a knot at my stomach again. „Allright.“ I said, but the words didnt come easy after that. „I like you, Phill.“ I said finaly after a moment of silence. He chuckled „Ok, thats a good start.“ „Ah, but that was the easy part.“ I started „Now comes the tricky one.“ I could notice him tensing a bit, like he knew where this might lead to. „Ok, go on then.“ He said. „I enjoy your company, talking to you, its so easygoing. I feel we clicked, that theres some 'spark' between us, and i know you noticed the same.“ „You're right about that.“ He replied. „But..“ i started, and Phil interupted me, sighing „Ahh, there it is, the famous 'but' part.“ „Please, Phil, just let me say what i have, then you can hate me.“ He looked at me, his face getting a soft touch „I couldnt hate you, Maya.“ „Dont say it untill im not done talking.“ I said, a bit sadness creeping to my voice. „Alright. Please, continue.“ „Ok. As i started earlier,i like you, but i dont want to get your hopes up.“ I settled my coffe on the table, my hands fidgeting with the cup. Why was this so hard? „Shit, Phil, im a complete mess at the moment.“ I started „I myself dont know what i want, and its tearing me up inside. There is someone, and i dont know where I stand with him. And i dont want to start something new, if im not a 100% sure that its the right thing, that its something i really want. With no loose ends catching up on me.“ I looked up at Phil, him still not taking his eyes off me. „Am i making any sense to you here?“ i asked, lovering my head. I really didnt want to have this conversation, but that was me being honest. All of a sudden, i could feel Phil's hand covering mine, and i looked back up at him. He still had that softness written all over his face. „I appriciate your honesty, Maya.“ He started „Now let me be honest also.“ „Ofcourse“ i said „I expect nothing less.“ „Good.“ He looked at me more serious now. „You know i like you, you said it yourself. I dont know why, but i felt drawn to you the moment i saw you. Theres something in you that makes a man bedazled by you, i cant explain it differently.“ He paused for a moment before continuing. „And i get it, you dont want to get into something half hearted. And i applaud you for that. Because, if anything was to happen between us, i wouldnt want it that way either.“ He looked at me now, his gaze intensifing again, and i started to feel that heat again. „If it was to happen“ he continued „I would prefere if you wer in it with every inch of your body and soul.“ I was mesmerized by his words. He was so open with me, the words came so easy to him. Why cant it be like this with Jake. „Allrighty, that was pretty honest there.“ I said finaly, making an aqward smile. „You wanted me to be honest.“ He said, adding „And just so you know, im not going to make it easy for you.“ He looked at me now, with that devilish spark in his eyes again. I looked at him puzzled „What do you mean by it?“ He grined at me „Its like this: i will continue to act like i did so far, and you can do the same, cause, lets face it, we both like it.“ His grin widened, and i smiled back at him. „Good, you get me. But, until i get a confirmation from you about freely taking it a step further, i will do whatever i can to maybe, just maybe, help you feel a bit less messy and steer thigs in my favore.“ „And what if it wont end as you hope it would? Can you be ok with just being my friend?“ i asked him. He looked at me for a moment, before answering. „Honestly“ he started“i cant say i wouldnt be dissapointed, a little hearth broken probably, but i would respect your choice. And yes, Maya, if that would be so, i would gladly be just your friend.“ “Thanks, Phil, i appriciate all you said.“ I told him „I was kinda affraid of having this conversation with you.“ „You, affraid? I cant belive that“ he said, teasingly „Belive me, i was scared as hell.“ I said, adding to it „But im glad we had it. I didnt want it to become aqward between us at some point.“ „Not gonna happen.“ He said, winking at me. I smiled „Shit, you know, even thou i had enough yesterday, i could actualy use a drink right now.“ Phil lughed so hard „Awww, you really did get scared. We are in a bar afterall, you just say the words and ill bring you that drink.“ He said, looking at me with one raised eyebrow. „Only if you join me“ i said, grining at him „ And if you dont tell Jessy about it.“ He got up from the booth, smiling and winking before he left for the bar „Deal!“

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