#x — 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

[hoggleswart]

location:    appleby  autumnfest,  the  general  area. for:    open  to  all.    (  @startertms  )

it’s  easy  enough  work;  the  way  nimble  fingers  slip  into  a  passerby’s  pocket  to  retrieve  their  wallet,  like  taking  candy  from  a  baby.  his  unsuspecting  victim  doesn’t  even  seem  to  notice  and  goyle  almost  rolls  his  eyes  at  the  lack  of  challenge,  already  pawing  open  the  velcro  seal  to  see  how  much  is  inside.  the  appleby  autumnfest  lacks  little  to  interest  him.  however,  it’s  proven  to  be  the  perfect  place  to  make  a  pretty  profit,  crowded  enough  that  he  can  ease  his  way  through  undetected  and  help  himself.  gregory  is  nothing  if  not  an  opportunist.  stolen  galleons  are  quickly  emptied  and  pocketed,  their  previous  case  discarded  to  the  ground  and  keen  eyes  scan  the  area,  searching  for  a  new  target.  instead,  he  manages  to  catch  the  gaze  of  an  onlooker  or  rather,  a  witness  to  his  crime.  strut  finally  starts  to  slow  while  the  lit  cigarette  resting  between  slightly  -  parted  lips  burns  a  bright  orange  as  he  takes  one  final  drag  before  pinching  between  forefinger    &    thumb  to  remove.  ＂  we  got  a  problem  here?  ＂  his  words  sound  more  like  a  threat  than  a  question    /    daring  more  than  enquiring.  mere  days  have  passed  since  his  release  from  prison  and  going  back  this  soon  should  they  choose  to  speak  up  would  truly  be  a  new  record,  even  for  him.

[solonglndon]

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 : 𝐦 / 𝐟 / 𝐧𝐛.

“     i     THINK     it     makes     you     a     coward     for     trying     to     hide     it.     everyone     already     saw     you     with     them     .     .     .     just     admit     you’ve     moved     on.     ”

[rcsplendent]

closed starter. — amin qājār. ( @effervcscents )

location: palace hallway.      time: 8pm.

laurie's on the verge of tears as he paces back and forth in the hallway. he's overwhelmed with emotion — fear, embarrassment, and humiliation, mostly. but he can't get the image out of his head — the rage in the sultan's eyes, the hesitation on bellamy's face as he'd interpreted the sultan's words. he'd gotten up and ran out of the room; without eating much, too, not that he could have, his stomach still churning with nausea. it all speaks to how BIG this whole situation felt, and to sensitive, sweet laurie, it's starting to feel like the world is crashing down around him. he sniffles, trying to prevent himself from shedding any tears by telling himself over and over that it'll be okay, but he honestly doesn't believe it — he's too freaked out to believe it.

when he turns around to pace for probably the thousandth time, he sees someone coming down the hallway, and he freezes. a guard, coming to fetch him? one of his family members? he prepares himself to turn and take off in the other direction once again, but just before he does, they get close enough for him to realize who it is. AMIN. instantly, relief washes over him, and without even thinking about it, he closes the distance between them, wrapping his arms around the other's middle and pressing his face into their chest. ❝ i don't know what's going on, ❞ he says out loud, just above a whisper, his voice watery. ❝ i don't know what i did wrong ...  ❞

[hvrricaneromeo]

roguelunatiic asked:

24. a lazy starter.

days like this are few and far between, especially with an impending trial on the horizon. usually, romeo is far too active around camp—talking to the denizens, helping out where he can, training. he keeps himself occupied if only to prove that he deserves their praise.

today isn't one of those days.

he's in the kitchens, still in his pajamas—a pair of sweatpants, an oversized shirt, and his feet tucked into a pair of comfortable slippers—there's remnants of sleep dust on the edges of his eyes. he's riffling through some of the cupboards, looking for comfort food that doesn't require actual cooking.

it's when he's bent down to look in one of the bottom cupboards that he hears the door opening. "i'm not cooking, don't ask." he says through a stifled yawn. he's grabbing a box of cereal—golden grahams—before he stands up and turns to face the onlooker. "oh, morningish, simon." it's midday at this point, truth be told. "hungry?" he shakes the box of cereal, moving toward the island in the kitchens before he sits on top of it.

@roguelunatiic

[hoggleswart]

prompt:      tell  anyone  and  i’ll  maim  you. for:      closed  to  kaela  karkaroff.    (  @taciiturns  ) location:      tbd.

brows  lift;  less  in  surprise,  more  in  bemusement.  the  conversation  is  so  far  going  as  well  as  expected,  but  then,  is  that  much  of  a  surprise?  most  of  her  interactions  with  kaela  thus  far,  be  them  over  the  karkaroff  breakfast  table  or  weeks  after  werewolves  descended  from  every  direction,  have  been  complicated  at  best.  ＂  strangely  not  the  first  time  somebody  has  said  that  to  me.  the  last  guy  was  taller  though.  ＂  honest  words  are  no  more  than  a  desperate  attempt  to  lighten  what  feels  like  an  overwhelmingly  tense  atmosphere.  dark  humour  as  opposed  to  mocking.  it  took  bigger  threats  than  maiming  to  send  a  real  shudder  down  her  spine.  she  grew  up  a  macnair  after  all,  though  andie  would  be  lying  if  she  said  the  other’s  presence  didn’t  still  unnerve  her.  the  next  time  she  speaks,  she  opts  to  simply  surrender.  ＂  our  secret,  i  promise.  ＂  the  events  of  the  charity  game  are  never  far  from  her  mind  these  days.  they  linger  like  a  dark  cloud  hanging  above  her  head;  a  constant  reminder  of  how  she  almost  failed  marco  in  the  worst  way,  had  it  not  been  for  another  intervening.  andrea  is  in  no  rush  to  share  that  story  with  other  people.  however,  there’s  still  an  acknowledgement  that  needs  to  be  made  right  here,  just  between  them.  the  woman  standing  before  her  saved  her  son’s  life  and  for  that,  andie  owes  her  more  than  words  can  ever  stress.  ＂  can  i  at  least  say  thank  you?  ＂  gratitude  doesn’t  even  begin  to  cover  it.  she  wasn’t  sure  anything  would.  it  was  a  start  though.  

[rcsplendent]

amin qājār ; closed starter. ( @effervcscents )

location:  the  qājār  apartments'  foyer;    time:  10pm.

the  last  few  days  have  put  osiris  on  edge,  even  more  so  than  usual. already  the  type  to  check  the  perimeter  of  a  room,  pulling  back  all  the  curtains  to  make  sure  no  one's  hiding  behind  them,  the  prospect  of  thieves  lurking  amongst  the  palace  makes  his  disfigured  skin  itch. regardless  of  that,  he's  managed  to  find  moments  of  peace  where  his  mind  is  a  bit  quieter,  mostly  with  his  wife's  company;  leisurely  strolls  in  the  garden,  taking  tea  together  in  one  of  the  parlors. this,  however,  is  one  of  those  rare  moments  where  he's  been  able  to  quiet  his  mind  on  his  own,  sitting  in  a  large,  comfortable  chair  facing  a  window  in  the  foyer  that  leads  to  the  bedrooms  where  his  family  is  staying  (  he'd  requested  chambers  that  had  a  foyer  so  he  could  sit  in  it  and  keep  watch  on  the  occasional  nights  where  his  paranoia  rendered  him  sleepless  ). with  a  book  in  his  lap,  his  skin  prickles  as  he  senses  a  person  move  across  the  room  behind  him,  the  candlelight  casting  a  flickering  shadow  of  the  individual  across  the  wall.

he  shuts  the  book  quickly,  turning  to  look  behind  him  with  wide  eyes  before  he  realizes  it's  just  his  SON. he  furrows  his  eyebrows  —  he  thought  amin  had  been  in  their  chambers  the  whole  time. but  here  he  was,  clothes  &  hair  soaking  wet,  sneaking  back  to  his  room. osiris  rises  to  his  feet,  reaching  for  his  cane  to  support  his  weight. he  tilts  his  head,  his  words  mildly  biting,  and  lightly  suspicious: ❝  and  where  have  you  been,  habibi? i  didn't  know  you  had  gone  out. ❞

[rcsplendent]

𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 — 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙. ( @classiqcals )

so  far,  france  has  been  treating  romeo  remarkably  well. if  it  weren't  for  the  fact  that  he  owes  at  least  HALF  of  the  people  here  a  sum  of  money,  he  would  reckon  his  time  in  france  to  be  a  bit  like  a  vacation. however,  considering  the  fact  that  he  keeps  having  to  dodge  people  and  places  to  make  sure  he  doesn't  have  to  have  any  confrontations  with  his  creditors,  it's  turning  out  to  be  slightly  more  stressful  than  he'd  anticipated.       there  is  ONE  person,  though,  that  he's  been  hoping  to  run  into,  or  maybe  DREADING  —  he  can't  really  tell. it's  not  like  he  WANTS  to  get  married,  is  the  thing. but  also ... it  would  be  so  easy. all  of  the  debt,  those  sleepless  nights  waiting  for  the  day  where  he's  be  exposed  as  the  FRAUD  he  is... gone  with  a  simple  exchange  of  vows.

there's  a  number  of  things  he's  worried  about,  sure  —  will  she  recognize  him?  will  he  recognize  her?  will  she  even  want  to  marry  him  anymore?  —  scratch  that  thought  —  everyone  does.      turns  out,  he  does  recognize  her  as  he's  strolling  along  the  veranda,  and  he  halts  in  his  tracks  as  he  spots  her  out  in  the  gardens,  between  two  rows  of  rose  bushes. he  narrows  his  eyes,  his  demeanor  changing  to  something  more  determined,  smoothing  his  hands  over  his  waistcoat  and  adjusting  his  shirtsleeves  as  he  redirects  his  path  to  approach  her  from  behind.       "  well,  "  a  cool  smile  tugs  at  his  lips  and large, ring-decorated  hands  slip  into  his  pockets,  slowing  to  a  stop  a  few  feet  behind  her. "  you  look... healthier  than  i  remember. "

[rcsplendent]

aleksei does his best to smile sympathetically at his friend, though it looks unnatural on his face, lopsided and forced. his little lopsided smile used to be charming, back in the day — women and men used to swoon when he'd flash his puppy-dog grin at them. he's sure alexei remembers that version of him just as well. but now, he can't tell the difference between smiling and baring his teeth. ❝ regardless of whether it was the wrong choice, it was a choice that version of you felt the need to make, ❞ he reasons with a shrug of one shoulder. it's something he's told himself over and over again to make peace with his own actions. whether or not it's true is the universe's business, not his. he gives a forlorn little chuckle at the idea of running away together — god, wouldn't that be nice. ❝ if only, if only ... ❞ he laments, his best shot at a playful tone. he would, honestly. if he had the opportunity, he'd fuck off into the woods with alexei and live out the rest of their days off the grid, with nobody but his best friend asking after him. 

his face twists into something pained, like he's just remembering that his face hurts. his jawbone gives a riotous little throb, right where viktor's knuckles had smashed into the bone. ❝ same old story, ❞ he begins, lifting his hand to gingerly touch the left side of his face. ❝ —nothing you haven't heard before. ❞ he opens his mouth, stretching the sore muscles in his cheek, before wincing and shutting it again. ❝ i ... went away. ❞ he waves his hand in front of him. he never knows how to describe the experience, the sheer absence when he dissociates. ❝  one moment viktor and i were talking, and the next i was coming-to in my chambers with blood all down my front. — MY OWN. don't worry. ❞ or do worry, he wants to say. he'd hurt viktor too, and not just physically. ❝  got me in the lip, ❞ he adds with a half-hearted laugh, touching the tender skin where his teeth had split his own lip open, which was the primary cause of the initial bleeding. ❝ —viktor can throw a fucking beast of a right hook. ❞

Alexei knew his closest friend struggled with compassion, empathy, and the like - but whenever he poured his heart out to him it was as if the young boy who once had talked about the future, the love, the hate, and everything between peaked forth. Alexei didn't mind sharing his pain if it meant his best friend came forth. as his hand rested on his neck, forcing him to look at Aleksei, he did his utmost to cover the need for tears. "Schellenberg has three children now-" A small chuckle of pain left his lips. "he's been married and I believe I am nothing but a black stain upon his past, the haunting banshee from a future I made sure would never come to life." a frown grows in between his eyes and Alexei lets his eyes rest upon his friend. "did I make the wrong choice? I ask myself every day as I think of him, and he does nothing but hate me."

it was true, the one who had caused him the most pain in his life was himself and now he was to marry someone he didn't love - perhaps he would even have to watch Bastian love another as well. he didn't know if he'd be okay after that. "miray knows I cannot love her, yet she is everything I am not - why am I to doom someone so good to a fate with me, Aleksei? I wish we could leave, together, run and just live a life outside of courts, duty, and regal." he chuckled then and wondered if Aleksei had ever thought the same, that the two of them could escape all of this and just live happy lives in companionship. "I believe this trip has given us both wounds both internal and literally." he mused before giving a knowing look. Now he wished to know why his best friend was bruised and battered. "now I have poured my heart out as usual, the time you tell your tale."

[rippersz]

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𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴: (closed)

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐰��𝐨 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞:

ʚ・┈┈✩┈┈・ɞ Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

Brienne of Tarth

Jane Murdstone

Jan Stevens

Lady Donna Beneviento

Miranda Priestly (+ Andrea Sachs)

Larissa Weems

Lucifer Morningstar (The Sandman)

Captain Phasma

Lilia Calderu

ʚ・┈┈✩┈┈・ɞ 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 - 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 - 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 - 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵 - 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴

ʚ・┈┈✩┈┈・ɞ

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨- 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬/𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤! 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 - 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐧𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭.

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𝙏𝙖𝙜 𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙩

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𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨:

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𝕷𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖆 𝖂𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖘

𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍

𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 (𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖒𝖆𝖓)

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𝕵𝖆𝖓 𝕾𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖘

𝕵𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝕸𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊

𝕷𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆 𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖚

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RIPPERSZ'S OCTOBER CHALLENGE 2023:

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ఌ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: testing fate is not something on either yours or wilbur’s schedule. senior year is approaching soon and you both need to double down on work. but imagine being busy to the point of missing many interactions with each other. so maybe.. it was never meant to be. “spend time with wilbur: now being removed from schedule.”

ఌ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cc!wilbur soot x gn!reader x cc!quackity

ఌ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, fluff between the reader’s friendship with the bench trio & the dream team

ఌ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: suggested cheating, high school au, unresolved angst

ఌ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 8.1K words

ఌ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫´𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: if anything in this fanfic is not allowed due to boundaries that the dsmp members have, please let me know immediately and provide a source or evidence before I take down a work I actually enjoyed writing. Please and thank you :)

What a busy bee you’ve become. Well, not just you. Along with the entire junior and senior students, you were all preparing for your future. So your schedule was filled with many things that would either look good on your college application or opportunities for extra credit.

So it seemed as if you had no more for anything thing and couldn’t give much focus to anyone else.

But then Wilbur came along.

Regardless of the schedules you both knew you had, the connection between the two of you was stronger than that. But you both knew that someday, it would take advantage of you, and one of you would end up hurt.

You just didn’t want that someone to be you.

With a relationship comes time management with communication. And it was something that you and Wilbur could say you struggled in. You did text a lot during the nighttime and morning time, but when it came to school or meeting up, you two could barely make room in your schedules.

It got to the point of missing many interactions together.

So by this time, you and Wilbur missed each other’s company, each other’s voice, each other’s warmth. So on Tuesday of February 22, Wilbur had been the one to text and ask you.

wilbur: hey love, I know you’re headed off to bed soon but I wanted to ask something

y/n: what is it?

wilbur: i don’t have to do anything to do tomorrow for lunch. Do you think we could spend the entire lunch period together?

Your heart filled itself with so much love, hope finally falling into your hands as you realized that if you both worked hard, you could continue to be with each other.

The relationship you had with Wilbur felt as if it was beginning to fall apart. After all, being stressed and put under pressure takes a huge toll on a person. So it was surprising to many of your guy’s friends that you two stayed with each other even though you seemed to barely have time for each other.

y/n: YES! Yes yes yes !! I would love to! I can pack us lunch like I used to :)

wilbur: so cute <3 I love your sandwiches. You cut them into four pieces, it’s precious

y/n: so I’ll see you tomorrow then??

wilbur: you will, darling. I’ll bring cookies

y/n: I love you <33

wilbur: I love you too <33

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“Pardon?” Your eyes widened.

The principal sighed, “listen, I know it’s short notice but please do this. No one else accepted, they all think he’s weird.”

You raised an eyebrow, “why is he weird exactly?” Your grip on your backpack strap tightened as lunch neared.

“He wears a mask and glasses, doesn’t want anyone to see what he looks like. Which reminds me, remind his teachers that he’s allowed to wear glasses indoors. Most teachers ignore my emails.” She sighed.

“But I have plans for lunch.”

“Oh come on, y/n. Please?” She begged.

“Ms. Lopez, come on! Isn’t there any other single person who can do it?” Your voice desperate.

“There’s really not.”

There goes your lunch plans. You hesitantly nodded your head, you didn’t want the new freshmen to feel like such an outcast that not even you, the school president, would accept him.

“Thank you, y/n. He’s a great kid, you’ll like him.” Ms. Lopez smiled excitedly before calling him in.

A tall boy walked in with his backpack draped over his shoulder, his mask and glasses covering his entire face.

‘HES A FRESHMEN?! Jesus fuck- my best friends are already taller than me!’ You complained to yourself, watching the boy nervously walk over to you.

“Y/n, this is (censored).” Ms. Lopez smiled towards the boy.

“Um..,” his voice was deep and quiet, nervous to say the next line, “please call me Ranboo. I.. prefer it.”

You quickly nodded before giving him a small smile, “It’s nice to meet you, Ranboo. I’m y/n, school ASB president.”

Today was going to be eventful to say the least. Ranboo was an interesting person. He seemed quiet and calm when needed but he was funny and could keep up a good conversation. You liked him and decided you would keep him. After all, it’s not high school without a junior adopting a new freshmen.

“Where are we going?” Ranboo asked you as he tried keeping up with your energy, the two of you walking down the halls.

“It’s lunch time.” You smiled.

Your own eyes widened when you processed your sentence.

“It’s lunch time- RANBOO, MOVE!”

But it was too late. The doors to the classrooms burst open and hundreds of students piled into the halls, quickly walking off towards the double doors. People avoided you though, not wanting to hurt their precious ASB president. So while there was a clearing for you and people hardly bumped into you, Ranboo was separated from you.

“Ranboo! No!” You yelled, trying to get to his side.

“Sorry guys, can you please just move? I need to get over there.”

Quickly, everyone made a path for you to get to the doors on the other side. Warm greetings being given as you quickly walked over to the doors. Before you could react and look for Ranboo, someone grabbed your hand, giving a happy smile at being able to find you.

“N/n! Tubbo and I have been looking everywhere for you. It’s lunch time, come on. Tubbo scored us a table outside with shade.”

Tommy and Tubbo. They were your best friends. And sadly they were taller than you too. You shook your head before looking into the halls again, trying to spot Ranboo.

“The principal asked me to show a new freshmen around.” You explained.

“Oh cool! Where are they then?” Tommy have an excited expression.

“… I lost him.”

“…”

“…”

“IS THIS YOUR WAY OF CALLING US CHILDREN?!”

“NO TOMMY, I PROMISE-”

“BECAUSE IM LITERALLY TALLER THAN YOU.”

“IM AWARE, I DIDNT MEAN TO LOSE HIM.”

Moments later, both you and Tommy searched for him in the halls. They were beginning to empty out as a normal capacity of students were now walking through the halls.

“I can’t believe you lost him,” He laughed, “and on his first day here.”

“Shut up!” You whined with a frown, hoping the two of you would find Ranboo soon.

Eventually, you caught sight of a boy sitting down on a chair by the office. His glasses were titled and his mask was gone, his hand now covering half of his face.

“Ranboo!” You yelled, both you and Tommy now running over to him now.

He quickly turned to you and excitedly waved with his free hand, grateful to finally find you.

“What happened?” You asked once you made it by his side.

“Well,” he sighed, “someone was taller than me and bumped into my shades. At some point, everyone squeezed me and I lost my mask. Then the hallway cleared out and I saw this chair and sat down.”

You frowned before pulling a dollar store mask from your backpack, handing it to him. He raised an eyebrow, seeming to want to know why you were carrying them around before putting the mask on and fixing his shades.

“There’s a lot of kids here who wear masks because they don’t want to get sick, so I carry them around in case any of them ever need one.” You smiled, making Ranboo smile back at you.

You looked over at Tommy before pulling on his shirt towards the two of you, “Ranboo, this is one of my best friends, Tommy. Tommy, this is the new kid I was talking about.”

“Nice to meet you,” Tommy smiled, “but we should get back soon. Tubbo is literally sitting by himself at the table we got.”

Your eyes widened before you got up and started sprinting, “TUBBO, HONEY, IM SO SORRY! ILL BE THERE SOON!”

Laughter was heard behind you before you disappeared through the double doors.

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“You aren’t forgiven!!” Tubbo glared at both you and Tommy, “I sat here for almost twenty minutes when you told me you would only be gone for five minutes looking for n/n!”

“I know, I’m sorry!,” Tommy pleaded, “but it’s not my fault. It’s n/n’s.”

You playfully gasped, “you’re kidding! I can’t even eat with you guys anyway!”

“See?!,” Tommy stated his case, “they aren’t even going to hang out with us. They’re ditching us for that kid.” He pointed at Ranboo who nervously stood there.

“I’m not part of this-”

“Ranboo, shh! You’re on my side.” You made him to sit down next to you on the table while you and Tommy both stood with your arms crossed.

“For your information, Wilbur and I are going to spend lunch together. I even made us lunch.” You proudly lifted a bag with sparkles in your eyes.

Tommy gasped, “Even worse! You’re ditching us for your boy toy!”

“…”

“…”

“Tommy, please stop hanging out with Dream and his friends-“

“Why- they’re very informative-”

“Anyways, I made lunch for you guys too.” You grabbed another bag before putting it on the table, enough for the three of them, you were grateful you normally make a lot of food for Tommy and Tubbo since they’re growing and need more protein.

“W-Wait, you’re leaving? Where do I go?” Ranboo hesitantly asked you.

“Just stay here, Tommy and Tubbo are nice. Plus, I made food, dig in. School lunch is gross.” You reassured him.

“But.. Tubbo is glaring at me.” Ranboo pulled you down and whispered while he looked over at Tubbo.

You turned and sure enough, Tubbo had his arms crossed with a glare directed towards Ranboo.

“Tubbo, stop. Don’t scare Ranboo off. Welcome him, he’s our new friend. Isn’t that right, Tommy?”

Tommy had already grabbed a plastic plate and started eating the food you brought. He looked up with his mouth full and quickly nodded.

“Ranboo cool, food good.”

You gave him a disappointed expression before shaking your head. At least he agreed with you.

“Do you have to leave?” Tubbo finally spoke again.

You looked over at him and gave a nice smile, “it’s just for today. Wilbur and I hardly get opportunities like this. We’ll meet up after school and we can go to Chucky E. Cheese and traumatize Ranboo like we traumatized Tommy.”

Tubbo gave a small laugh before nodding. You smiled at being able to cheer him up. Tommy on the other hand rolled his eyes while Ranboo gave a scared expression.

“Did you pack my…” Tubbo’s voice trialed off.

You pulled some gummies out and flashed them in front of Tubbo, making him get excited before he grabbed them and ripped the bag open. You pulled out another bag and handed it to Ranboo as he hesitatingly grabbed it.

“Shouldn’t this be for Tommy?” He asked.

“Tommy hates these.” Tubbo sighed before grabbing a plate and some food as well.

You pulled your phone out and checked the time, realizing you would be late soon.

“I have to get going guys. Ranboo, don’t be afraid to get some food. Don’t be afraid of the guys either,” You gave him some small head pats before turning to Tommy, “don’t kill anyone. Tubbo, make sure he doesn’t kill anyone.”

Tubbo nodded while Tommy awwed in disappointment. You let out a nervous breath, your tummy filling with butterflies at getting to spend some time with your boyfriend during school hours. The others smiled at you in support before you walked off, determination on fixing your falling out relationship in every step you took.

“Sooo, Ranboo. That’s an interesting name. Is it your real name or?” Tubbo broke the silence before taking a bite of his food, Tommy turned as well, now interested in the topic.

“Yea, it’s fucking weird.”

“Tommy!”

“Okay, I’m sorry-”

“Oh um,” Ranboo nervously grabbed a plate, putting some food on it, “My name is actually (censored). I just prefer Ranboo, please.” His voice for small, hoping they wouldn’t call him by his real name.

“Yea of course. If you tell us your preferred name is Ranboo, then we’ll definitely call you Ranboo.” Tubbo gave a smile.

Ranboo let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, thankful they were understanding.

“Tubbo isn’t his real name either,” Tommy started before taking a sip of his drink, “it’s (censored), but he prefers Tubbo.”

The masked boy gave a nod before taking a bit of your food, an immediate smile being placed on his face with sparkles in his eyes.

“Yea we know what you’re thinking, n/n’s a great cook.” Tubbo smiled as Tommy nodded in agreement.

You, our beautiful main character, had finally made it to the spot you and Wilbur agreed on. While sitting on the cement, you swung your legs around, excited to see your smiling British boyfriend greeting with a kiss on the forehead. Just a few seconds left and he’d be here soon.

But seconds turned into minutes.

And those minutes ran for a while.

You were beginning to wonder if he bailed on you.

The anxious feeling coming back but it wasn’t so happy anymore.

Your eyes began to water, wondering why he hadn’t arrived.

Where the hell was Wilbur?

You started making up excuses for him.

‘He’s caught up in class.’

‘He’s redoing some work.’

‘He’s in the office.’

Until your final thought was-

‘He’s not coming.’

You let out a breath and a few tears you didn’t know you were holding. To others, you might’ve seemed over dramatic. Crying over your boyfriend not arriving for a cute lunch date as planned. But.. you hadn’t seen Wilbur for a while so of course, you were excited for this date. You had always made room for Wilbur in your schedule. And the one time he finally makes some room for you-

He doesn’t show up.

Your breathing got shaky. Was this relationship even worth it anymore? You loved him, but could you continue you stress over a failing relationship where one seems to never have time for the other?

‘I don’t want to do this any-’

“Y/n?”

You turned to your right, your breathing calming down. Your eyes met George, someone you considered a friend.

“Hey, what’s going on?” You could hear the worry in his voice as he raised his hand to wipe your tears.

“Here,” Dream was bending down in front of you, holding out a water bottle that had just been opened, “this should help you calm down. Then you can decide if you want to talk.”

You nodded before grabbing the water bottle and taking a couple sips, your tears continuing to slowly fall as George set his hand on your shoulder for support, Dream holding your free hand, and another hand set itself on your left shoulder.

“Was it Wilbur?” Sapnap’s voice.

You hesitantly nodded before panicking when you saw Dream scoff and get up.

“H-He didn’t hurt me physically, Dream! Please calm down.” Your voice sounded desperate, knowing what he was capable of.

He sighed before nodding and bending back down, “what happened?”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sapnap asked as well.

“I know we aren’t close with you, y/n. But, we’re still your friends. And we don’t like seeing you cry this way. Especially over some dumb boy.” George chimed in.

“No offense.” Dream chuckled, making you give a small broken laugh back.

“It’s just that,” your voice got quiet, “Wilbur and I have completed schedules. We’re both overachievers and just want a good future. So our schedules are full of things to help us for the future. We don’t get to spend a lot of time together. But I always make room for him in my schedule.”

“But he doesn’t make room for you.” Sapnap finished for you, sad eyes watching your expression.

“This is stupid,” you gave a dried laugh, a scoff following, “we both obviously don’t have time for a relationship.”

“But if you love him, then wouldn’t the few minutes you two have together be worth it?”

You turned to George with surprised eyes, you didn’t expect this from him. He hadn’t exactly been in a relationship but it was known he had feelings for Dream, even if Dream was an idiot who didn’t realize it.

“But I could I really continue supporting a relationship where neither has time for each other?”

“But could you really hurt yourself even more by letting him go?”

“George, you’re making things worse. Shush.” Sapnap smacked the back of his head.

The British boy let out a whine before looking over at you again, “I don’t mean to upset you more, y/n. But you love him a lot, and letting him go because of something that can be worked on, will only hurt you. And I don’t want to see you hurt even more.”

You nodded, understanding that he just meant well. He was right though. You worked hard alone just to get the courage to be with him and now.. did you really want to throw that all away? He’s a great boyfriend, and when you did hang out or talk, he was so sweet and loving. You finally looked up again, meeting Dream’s worried eyes.

“George is right. Five minutes means more than not being with him at all. It’s just something we need to work on. And he’s more than likely held up in class, so at least it’s for a good reason why he didn’t show up.”

Dream sighed before his grip on your hand tightened a bit, “Alright, if you think so. We’ll support any decision you make. And if you ever need Wilbur to disappear, I’m always available.” He gave an innocent smile.

You chuckled before nodding, wiping off the last tear that was rolling down you cheek.

“Head back to your freshmens, they’re weird but they’re able to cheer you up easily. Hopefully, we did well though.” Sapnap smiled at you.

“You guys did great, I appreciate you, weirdos.” You nodded.

The three leaned in before kissing you lovingly, Sapnap and George both kissing your left and right cheek while Dream kissed your forehead. You blinked before returning the favor with cute forehead kisses.

It took a while for them to eventually let you walk back to the table you had left the bench trio. When you did arrive, Tommy and Tubbo were talking to each other while Ranboo finished up his lunch from under his mask. You sighed before walking over and taking a seat next to Ranboo, making the three notice you.

“N/n! You’re back!” Tubbo was the first to happily greet you.

“Oh thank god, I thought we wouldn’t see you until after school. I don’t know where my next class is.” Ranboo gratefully looked at you.

Tommy’s happy expression to see you quickly died down when he noticed the mood you were holding.

“What’d he do?”

His voice was low and cold, as if even mentioning the person he was talking about was disgusting.

“…What?” You looked at him stunned that he quickly noticed you weren’t doing well.

“What did Wilbur do, y/n?”

Tommy hardly used your real name.

The mention of Wilbur caught both Tubbo and Ranboo’s attention, making them look at you with worry before Tubbo’s expression turned sour with disgust.

“Don’t tell me he didn’t fucking show up.” Tubbo guessed correctly.

You didn’t say anything, not wanting to upset the two anymore than they already were.

“Y/n,” Ranboo chimed in, “what happened? What’d he do?”

Well, now Ranboo’s worried.

You sighed before looking down, hoping the tears wouldn’t return since they were no longer welcome.

“He didn’t show up, okay. Let’s move topics, please.”

“He fucking ditched you?! THAT FUCKING WANKER!” Tommy’s voice got more violent, making some tables turn to watch the commotion.

“Tommy, no. No, calm down. You’re attracting attention.” You tried.

“Good, it’ll let everyone know how much of an arse Wilbur Soot is for ditching his romantic partner when a date was planned. Didn’t he have free time? Why didn’t he show up?” Tubbo gave a dry laugh.

You stayed quiet again, the people from the tables nearby began talking amongst each other. It wasn’t often something bad that happened to the school ASB president was known.

“Please don’t be so loud, everyone keeps staring.” You whispered, now getting anxious from the way everyone was watching the interaction.

“Guys, calm down. You’re making them anxious.” Ranboo came to your rescue, glaring over at the other tables who were watching even though they couldn’t really see his face, making you appreciate him.

“No! I’m so tired of Wilbur,” Tommy continued, “why the hell are you still with him? He’s hurt countless of times only for you to be the only one putting work in the relationship.”

“And he planned this date, didn’t he? So why didn’t he show up? I bet he didn’t even text you to let you know he couldn’t come.” Tubbo’s glare still in place.

The voices around you got louder. Your heart beating in your chest since you knew they were talking about you.

“I thought our ASB president was perfect.”

I’m a human being.

“How dare he?! Wilbur is such a dick, he doesn’t deserve them.”

No.. Wilbur isn’t like that.

“Pfft- I knew he didn’t like them, he always seemed so bored.”

.. did he really?

“Hasn’t he been talking to Wendy more actually?”

Wendy… he’s talking to Wendy?

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he ditched them for her. He’s such a dick.”

Ditched me.. for her?

The tears returned and the gates to your eyes overflowed and broke down. Your bit of dignity left finally falling apart.

“HES JUST IN CLASS!,” your voice finally boomed, “HES A GREAT BOYFRIEND!”

The others jumped at your reaction, you quickly got up and made a run for it. Anywhere, you just didn’t want to be there. Your feet finally stopped you behind a school building, taking a seat down while the tears continued to roll and you hugged your knees.

Wow. I’m really pathetic, huh. Am I actually crying over my boyfriend and I not having time for each other? Is that even valid when others have it worse..? I don’t exactly have it good either but. Why this?

“Is this because it was the one time something actually went well in your life?”

Tommy. He followed you.

You didn’t look up, deciding to avoid his question. Hoping and begging that he would leave. Instead, he took a seat next to you. A sigh escaping his lips.

“I didn’t mean to raise my voice, n/n. I just don’t like seeing you upset,” you peaked up at him, he looked grateful to finally have your attention, “I just wish you wouldn’t bottle up things like this. You’ve been upset about it for a while.”

“I know you mean well, Tommy,” you whispered, voice feeling low after screaming, “but I don’t want to believe that Wilbur and I can’t fix this. I love him, and he loves me. Can’t you just be happy for us? Can’t you support me in this decision?”

Tommy didn’t say anything for a while. On some level, your hope really destroyed itself since not even your best friend believed in you.

“I am happy for you,” silence followed, “I’m proud of you actually.”

You finally looked up at him, making Tommy give you a grateful expression that you were paying attention to him.

“Proud.. of me?” You questioned.

“Y/n. When we first met, you weren’t into the idea of giving new kids a tour of the school if they entered in late. But we quickly clicked. And you were.. kind.”

His voice was low.

“You were pursuing Wilbur at the time. He was a cute boy in your class who you wanted to talk to,” his eyes met yours, a small smile replacing his once sad expression, “For the first time, someone cared about me. And Wilbur.. had a lot of your attention. And I don’t like you, of course I don’t like you that way. But all I wanted was for you to be happy. Since you really weren’t when I first met you.”

“And now?”

“Now,” Tommy sighed, “Wilbur doesn’t seem to care about this relationship the way that you do. Now all I want is for him to man up and save this relationship than continue to hurt you with his countless excuses.”

You softly nodded before grabbing his hand, “you could’ve just told me that you’re being overprotective.” A small chuckle escaped your lips.

Tommy gave a dramatic gasp before tightening his grip on your hand, “don’t be serious! I’m not being overprotective. I just.. don’t like the guy is all!”

You continued to laugh before he joined you. A smile placed on his face as he was thankful he cheered you up.

“Come on, dummy. As much as I think he’s an idiot, Wilbur must have an explanation. And a good one.”

“Darling..? Tommy?”

Damn it. We really just had to end up where his freaking class is. How dumb am I- why didn’t I notice-

“Wilbur.” Tommy acknowledged him with a small nod before getting up, pulling yourself up as well.

You cleaned yourself up before wiping the last tears that were on your pretty face. Wilbur noticed the tears and quickly panicked before wiping them himself.

“Y/n, what happened? Why are you crying?” His voice was soft and loving as he caressed your cheek, making Tommy roll his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassured him, “I’m okay.”

He didn’t seem convinced but he didn’t want to bother you even more so he stopped pushing the subject.

“You didn’t show up. How come?” You finally cut to the chase, Tommy coming to your side for support as he shot you a cute smile.

“I’m so sorry about that, love,” Wilbur sighed, “I needed to retake a quiz and you know how strict my teacher is. She took my phone and I just finished.”

He looked sincere in his apology to you. Tommy however, knew a lie when he saw one.

After all, Ms. Johnson, Wilbur’s math teacher, is absent today.

But you looked happy knowing Wilbur actually had an excuse. He sighed before deciding to leave it be. Maybe Wilbur had just forgotten about the date and he didn’t want to tell you the truth.

You nodded before hugging Wilbur, the boy responding by hugging you back and kissing your forehead. Tommy watched in disgust before turning around, hoping that he was making the right choice by not telling you that Wilbur was lying.

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The next day, you were filled with more hope. A skip in your step as determination on fixing your relationship became stronger. But on the way to class, you noticed the stares being sent your way. Pity written across everyone’s expression as they stared and whispered amongst themselves.

Your grip on your backpack tightened as you neared your classroom, quickly entering before someone could talk to you. You were a minute late and yet the teacher hadn’t arrived. So everyone already in the classroom turned towards you, pitiful eyes staring at you once more. George included since he was in your class. But his expression.. it held more than just pity.

It held guilt.

You went over to your seat that was in front of George. The eyes following you until you sat down. The voices got louder, a mixture of your name and Wilbur’s name. Everyone was staring and whispering, everyone was watching with pity.

The voices stopped once George tapped your shoulder. Your confused expression stared back at his frowning one once you turned around.

“I was wrong.” He said before lifting his phone.

It was an Instagram story, and there was a video playing. A boy and a girl sat on the concrete floor, sharing cookies while the boy laughed. The horrible feeling returned, and you stared in disappointment and fear as the video continued.

A boy and a girl? That’s not right.

Wilbur and Wendy sat on the concrete floor, sharing cookies while he laughed.

That’s what those looks wear. People feel bad for you.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry!” A classmate chirped up.

“How horrible, that asshole!” Another.

“Don’t worry, you’re better off without him.” Another.

Before the teacher could walk in, you quickly got up and ran out of the classroom, tears starting to fall down your pretty eyes.

You weren’t jealous, that’s not what was happening. Wilbur can have friends so you didn’t really care much for him talking with Wendy.

It was his decision to skip your lunch date together to spend it with someone who wasn’t as important. And the cookies the two of them were eating.. he said he would bring them for the lunch date.

Maybe you were wrong.

Maybe this relationship wasn’t meant to last.

You didn’t have time for it.

He didn’t have for it.

And when you both did have time for it.. he didn’t want to spend time with you…

You sat yourself down by a brick wall, leaning back as you hugged your knees. Times like these, you wish Tommy was here. The kid was stubborn but he’s such a great friend. Tubbo would be a great help too. Ranboo is really sweet as well. Or Dream, though he’d probably just brag about beating Wilbur’s ass. Sapnap, he’d be worried. George, he would try to cheer you up. A small dry laugh left you, thinking of how you really needed one of your friends right now.

But no matter how shitty you felt, you got up. You wiped your tears, and you went back to class like nothing happened.

But everyone noticed your tears.

And everyone noticed how quiet you were.

And everyone noticed how your boyfriend no longer cared about you.

The day went by in a flash, class after class, each student watching your every move as if you would crack at any moment.

It wasn’t until lunch time when you finally did.

The moment you walked out of your last class in time for lunch, you quickly saw your three freshmens rushing to your side. Pulling you away from the crowd of people who wanted to ask you about Wilbur. News spread fast, and the school ASB President being ‘cheated on’ was the most recent drama.

When they finally got you alone by a building where not many students were, you stared up at an angry Tommy. His hands holding yours.

“I can’t believe him,” Tommy whispered before drowning at you, “y/n. Are you going to be okay?”

You didn’t respond. Honestly, you weren’t sure. You probably would be fine in the future. But you love him.. or loved. So it would take a while to heal. You softly shook your head as Tommy’s grip tightened.

“Not right now.” Your broken voice whispered back.

Tommy gritted his teeth before bringing you in a hug.

“Y/n, I know you probably still care about him, but is there any way we can kick his ass?”

Your eyes widened along with Tubbo’s and Tommy’s as the three of you stared at Ranboo, wondering where the sudden confidence came from.

“Well now we definitely have to kick his ass!” Tubbo chimed in, now ecstatic that Ranboo wanted to do the same.

You gave a small chuckle before Tommy let go of you, making the three quickly smile at you, happy to see that you were feeling at least a tiny bit better.

“Ranboo, thank you.” He nodded at you before walking over and giving you small head pats.

“He really didn’t deserve you. I’m not sure if he actually was cheating. But it was a real shitty move to ditch someone as wonderful as you for some other chick.” Tubbo gave his opinion.

“And of all people,” Tommy scoffed, “fucking Wendy. She’s a senior! And don’t tell me she’s still trying to date a bunch of juniors before she graduates.”

“T-Tommy! Maybe don’t suggest that she wants to date Wilbur. You’ve upset them.” Ranboo tried to calm you down with some head pats again.

“Oh shit- I’m sorry!”

“Y/n?”

The four of you turned towards the voice. A young girl nervously stood there holding a paper in her hands.

“I’m sorry to bother you guys. It’s time for Acitvity Fridays.” Emily frowned at you.

She was the secretary of the school. She was also a freshmen. You wouldn’t be surprised if she already knew of the issues between you and Wilbur. Maybe that was why she looked like she felt bad that you had to give announcements.

“Yea alright, let’s get going then.” You sighed.

“Y/n, don’t be serious. You don’t have to do it today.” Tubbo quickly stopped you.

He knew that if you did the announcements, it would only make things worse than they already were.

You looked at him before sighing once more, “It’s just announcements. I’ll be okay. You guys can come watch if you want to.”

The three didn’t have a chance to argue any further as you quickly followed after Emily to the quad’s stage.

People waved and frowned as you walked pass them, watching as you neared the stage. The microphone waiting for you patiently as if it would cure your pain. That feeling washing over you as you realized you hadn’t seen or heard from Wilbur at all today. Once you got to the stage, you got up and took a deep breath. Accepting the announcements paper from a fellow ASB member, you took a deep breath before taking the microphone.

“Hello Willow Creek High!” Your voice yelled into the mic, acting as if today was worth being happy over.

“Happy Activity Friday! How are we doing today everyone?” Cheers and yells erupted from the crowd, it was a lively audience whenever you went up there.

“Alright, you guys know the drill. Let’s get right to it with our first announcement.” You have a fake smile before looking at the paper you were handed.

Someone is asking Emily to the Sadie’s dance; look at her in the crowd and say, “Like a bouquet tied with twine, I can be yours if you will be mine.” Small note: we’re sorry n/n- the guy picked what he wanted you to say

Oh. The Sadie’s dance is coming up. How depressing.

You quickly looked back up with your plastered smile once more before looking over at Emily in the crowd. She titled her head as she noticed your stare was centered at her.

“Surprises are often good ones. So hey, why not try to surprise people once in a while,” you softly laughed before beginning again, “because like a bouquet tied with twine, I can be yours if you will be mine.”

You watched as a group walked in front of the stage holding a huge banner. A boy holding a bouquet of roses before he proceeded to ask Emily to the dance. But you weren’t focused on that.

You knew this pick up line was familiar.

It was the same one Wilbur used to ask you out.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw Emily and the boy turn towards you, others watching you as well.

You assumed maybe they wanted or asked you to congratulate your fellow ASB member. You smiled before Emily smiled back at you.

“Congrats to our new couple!” Cheers erupted once more.

“You better take care of her. I got a whole crew of freshmen ready to kick your ass if you don’t.” You laughed playfully along with everyone else.

“No but really, uh, I know this isn’t exactly like the biggest occasion for me to be giving a huge speech. But this is your first boyfriend, Em.” You pouted that she was growing up.

Awe’s were heard everywhere.

“Live in the moment. And spend a lot of time together. Even a bit of distance can ruin everything. And we’re wonderful people, we deserve to be treated like royalty.” Claps were next.

The feeling returned again. ‘We deserve to be treated like royalty.’ With Wilbur, you feel neglected. No matter how much effort you put in.. he doesn’t do the same. You wanted a change. You needed a change.

“Happy Activity Friday, everyone. Let’s take a break, enjoy yourselves!” You walked off the stage as the other ASB members gave you thumbs up as support.

Wilbur.

You needed to find Wilbur.

You quickly avoided your three freshmen as you noticed they were looking for you. It took a while but you found Wilbur. He was in Chemistry Club, laughing and sitting next to Wendy.

“Oh, hey y/n,” The teacher greeted you, “did you want to join us? I’d be more than happy for you to join.”

The club members turned towards you, chemicals in hand. When Wilbur met your eyes, his happy expression flattered when he saw your neutralized eyes. You were normally excited to see him.

“No thanks, Mr. Norman. If you don’t mind, can I borrow Wilbur for a second?” You were nervous, and you knew what was coming.

“Yea of course, go ahead.”

So here you were. Wilbur standing in front of you holding a chemical you didn’t recognize due to the distraction of your feelings.

“Darling? Is everything okay?”

Darling.

Why is he still calling you that?

You shook your head as a response, “Wilbur.. I love you.”

“Oh, I love you too,” He gave a sweet smile, “was that all, love? You could’ve texted me.” He let out a small laugh.

“Let’s break up.���

Silence replaced the once loving atmosphere. You could physically hear Wilbur’s heart break at your words. But there was such a wonderful relief that washed over you when you said it. Yet your tears began to build up, because you really did love him. But loving him was hard. Especially when he wouldn’t make the effort to continue loving you like you did.

“W-What?” He managed to let out.

“Wilbur. We barely have time for each other. And a relationship is all about that, spending time together. Even if it’s texting or calling. But.. no matter how many times I’ve talked to you about it or tried to fix this, my efforts were always ignored.”

He stared into your eyes. He knew this was happening but couldn’t the two of you fix it? Had he known he would lose you and that you would care this much, he never would’ve neglected you. Why would you want to do this? He loved you so much.. wasn’t that enough?

“We have to..,” your voice cut off, the sadness taking over with your tears softly dropping, “we have to accept that we weren’t meant an to be together right now.”

The chemical he was holding fell out of his hand, shattering like his heart on the concrete floor.

“Don’t do this, y/n.” He finally said before you walked away.

“I love you.. isn’t that enough for you to stay?,” his voice cracked, eyes watering with tears, “can’t you let me fix this?”

You smiled softly as you turned towards him, “I would. But the last time I did that, everyone assumed you were cheating on me.”

His eyes widened in realization. You had found out that he ditched you for Wendy. That’s what those angered stares were.. everyone knew.

And now everyone would know that he ruined your relationship, not the other way around.

You began walking away, the two of you letting your tears fall. A part of you hoped he would run after you. That he actually wanted to fix this, that he would make more time for you.

But he didn’t go after you.

Because he knew.. it was too late.

“It was never meant to be.” His heart shattered even more hearing his own words.

Wilbur quickly wiped up his tears before walking into the chemistry lab again. Wendy happily greeted him, but he ignored her, choosing to continue the experiment on his own.

On your end, the tears felt like acid on your skin. A memory fading once you realized you had done it. You knew how you felt for a while now. It only took Wilbur to ditch you for some other girl for you to decide you didn’t have the time for a relationship.

But you did hope that someday, the two of you could be friends. Because after all, you were friends before you were lovers. That’s what hurts the most. Deciding to fall in love with a close friend before it all backfires.

In the midst of your eyes getting blinded by the soft water running down them, you bumped into someone. Continuously rubbing your eyes, you apologized profusely before he came into view.

A boy stood there with a blue beanie, his brown eyes piercing into yours as you quickly blinked and looked away. You precious face beginning to heat up a bit.

“Oh I’m sorry,” he quickly apologized, “though you bumped into me so I think I’m the one who should be accepting your apology.” He chuckled, making you laugh a bit as well.

“Yea I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. Um, I’ve never seen you around? I usually greet new students.” You replied.

“Well, looks like you forgot to greet me today.” He smiled.

Something about him was weird. You felt a weird sadness that you didn’t get to meet him first. You smiled back at him.

“I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Willow Creek’s ASB President. That’s why I normally greet the new kids.”

“Ah, alright. I was beginning to think you were some weirdo.” Another laugh.

This was nice. A distraction from what just happened.

“Oh right, I’m Alex. You can call me.. Quackity. Yea, Quackity.” He proudly stated.

“Quackity?” You questioned.

“I needed a name for a game my brother wanted me to play with him. So we did this name generator from ToonTown. My brother chose it and it stuck as a nickname.”

“Nickname? We’re on first base already?” You joked.

“Mhm, I don’t know. Quisiera ser joyero para poder apreciar un diamante como tú todos los días.” He playfully smirked.

“Ah, ¿Dónde has estado toda mi vida?”

Quackity’s cheeks heated up a bit, surprised at the fact that not only did you flirt back but it was in Spanish.

“So you know Spanish.” He didn’t know what else to say.

“Ha, yea I do.”

You both looked at each other, wondering what this stupid feeling really was.

After you had left, Wilbur couldn’t handle himself. So he decided that no matter what it took, he was going to get you back. Because he loves you, he loves you so much. And he was sure you love him just as much. But when he finally found you, that feeling of hope he once had began to shatter once more.

“So.. can I ask why you were crying?” Quackity finally asked.

He definitely noticed. And he didn’t want to just ignore it. You were obviously in a bad mood so he had tried to cheer you up.

‘Who is this guy?’ Wilbur growled to himself, his anger slightly taking over.

You couldn’t have possibly moved on that fast, right? No, of course you didn’t. Then maybe..

Maybe you had found what you were looking for.

Wilbur noticed the look in your eyes as you watched Quackity. Maybe you weren’t aware of what you were feeling. But Wilbur knew. And he didn’t want to accept it.

“Um,” you started, anxiety building up inside you, “I just.. broke up with my boyfriend.”

The tears that had stopped began to fall again. Quackity frowned before debating whether or not he should comfort you. The two of you just met, but he would feel like a complete dick if he didn’t somehow make you feel better.

He softly pat your head before leaving his hand there for a few seconds, “things happen for a reason. If you broke up with him for good reason, then you shouldn’t feel bad. He should.”

Wilbur felt the tears appear again. You looked so happy looking at the boy the way that you were.

“But.. I love him,” a dry laugh escaped you, “he was such a great boyfriend at first.”

Wilbur felt himself smile, his heart softly beating at your words. So you still love him, okay, that’s good.

“But was he a good boyfriend up until the end?”

A growl replaced the smile, this guy truly was ruining his chances with you again.

“No. No he wasn’t.” You replied honestly, wiping the tears that had started falling.

“Then he doesn’t deserve you,” Quackity gave a few head pats to you again, “and you’ll love again, dummy. Your ex-boyfriend wasn’t the only cool guy in this world. There are many others.”

“Are you suggesting yourself?” You chuckled, making Quackity smile.

“Did that get through? That’s good. I thought you wouldn’t know that I’m tryna be with you.” He took his hand off your head and made a heart shape in the air with his two index fingers.

“Well, you’ve been accepted.” A small laugh coming from you. 

“That’s great, moving on is great.” He softly poked your precious nose.

You sadly smiled in agreement. Quackity was truly right. You wanted this change. You needed this chance. You brought your watch up to your mouth before sighing and pressing a button on the screen.

“Natalie, remove: spend time with Wilbur from my schedule.”

“Understood. spend time with wilbur: now being removed from schedule.” Your watch assistant replied.

“How about I give you a tour? I have a few minutes before I have to get back to Activity Friday.” You offered.

“Yea, that would be nice.” The two began to walk off, abandoned memories finally giving you peace.

“GUYS, I FOUND Y/N!” You heard Ranboo’s voice yell as you turned in the direction. Sure enough, Tubbo and Tommy ran by his side and looked over at you.

“Uh oh, my freshmen found us.” You chuckled.

“Y/N, IS THAT A BOY?!” Tommy freaked out.

“No, my name is Alexis. I’m the new girl.” Quackity replied in a girly voice.

“Oh alright, a wooman. New friend for y/n.” Tommy crossed his arms in satisfaction.

“You idiot! He’s a boy! He was just faking some girly voice.” Tubbo complained.

“Shit! Run for it, our cover has been blown.” Quackity laughed before grabbing your arm, running into a different direction.

“OH NO YOU DONT- YOU GET BACK HERE WITH OUR N/N!” Tommy’s voice yelled before the two of you ran off.

You could get used to this. Letting him go was what was best for you. Regardless of the way you still felt about Wilbur. If you were truly meant to be, you would find him in the future at a time where you both have time for each other.

Besides, it seems.. Quackity has caught your eye.

“New message from Wilbur!” Natalie yelled from your watch.

You didn’t hear her, paying more attention to the direction you were running to as the three boys ran after the two of you. Quackity had heard Natalie though, he wondered if it was important since digital assistants hardly ever called out that someone had sent a text.

wilbur <3: yes, I know, I broke your heart like someone did to mine, and now you won’t love me for a second time. But I’m prepared to fight for us. I love you, darling.

You had seen the message later on when checking your messages, deciding it was best to ignore him. Wilbur needed to own up to his mistakes and give you space. You just wish you had known a relationship wouldn’t be good for either of you at the moment.

“It was never meant to be.” You whispered to yourself as you grabbed your bag from the ASB room, exiting out for the end of the day.

“Y/n? You coming?,” Quackity called out to you from the gate, “Tommy’s inviting us to lunch.”

“Like hell I am!”

“Oh come on, I paid for lunch last week and the week before that, it was n/n.” Tubbo elbowed him.

“I can pay for us.” Ranboo chimed in.

“Don’t be silly, boss man. It’s Tommy’s turn.”

“BUT HE OFFERED! WHYS IT GOTTA BE ME?!”

“PEOPLE ARE STARING, BE QUIET!”

Their voices became a distant memory as they walked out of the gate, you following after them with Quackity.

Yea. You could get used to this.

ఌ 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: my longest fanfic ever and it was a wilbur soot x reader, I’m so happy about that T ^ T

[rcsplendent]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 — 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫. ( @aresenics )

"  wolfie,  "  laurie's  voice  starts  out  as  a  whisper  as  he  pokes  his  head  into  his  brother's  chambers,  eyes  narrowing  in  the  darkness  of  the  room. it  was  two  in  the  afternoon,  but  the  curtains  were  drawn  —  was  he  really  still  asleep  ?  raising  an  eyebrow,  laurie  slips  inside,  closing  the  door  behind  him.  "  wolfie. "  it's  a  little  more  urgent  this  time,  but  probably  still  too  quiet;  he's  always  erring  on  the  side  of  too  quiet,  since  he  can't  hear  himself  and  doesn't  want  to  risk  yelling  when  it's  inappropriate. slinking  up  to  the  bed,  he  peers  at  the  lump  under  the  covers,  rolling  his  eyes  just  the  slightest  bit. "  wolfie,  wake  UP,  "  he  tries  again,  gingerly  sitting  his  weight  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  bed. at  this  point,  he's  questioning  whether  or  not  he's  actually  making  any  noise,  even  though  he  can  feel  the  vibration  of  his  vocal  cords. when  his  twin  still  doesn't  stir,  laurie  lets  out  an  exasperated  sigh,  grabbing  the  nearest  pillow  and  reaching  over  to  WHACK  wolfie's  sleeping  body  with  it  twice.       "  wolf  !  ie  !  "  he  punctuates  the  two  hits  with  the  syllables  of  his  brother's  name. "  i  have  something  to  tell  you  !  "  he's  always  been  demanding  of  his  attention  —  when  they  were  kids,  laurie  would  drag  the  other  out  into  the  gardens,  signing  watch  me,  watch  me!  as  he  did  some  sort  of  failed  acrobatic  trick  off  of  a  tree  branch  or  something  of  the  sort. he's  vaguely  aware  of  the  fact  that  his  brother  finds  it  incredibly  annoying,  but. hey. wolfie's  always  obliged,  so  laurie's  never  really  gotten  the  chance  to  adopt  better  ways  of  doing  things. 

[rcsplendent]

credence  feels  like  a  CHILD  right  now,  partially  because  he  always  feels  like  that  when  he's  around  his  older  siblings,  and  partially  because  of  the  soreness  in  his  heart  as  he  thinks  about  what  he's  lost.  his  gaze  is  fixed  to  the  floor,  arms  crossed  so  tightly  he's  shaking,  and  he  can't  even  bring  himself  to  wipe  his  face  anymore,  a  tear  falling  from  each  eye.  this  is  HUMILIATING.  ever  since  he  was  a  child,  credence  has  always  been  the  one  in  the  family  who  most  poorly  handled  feelings  of  loss,  from  things  as  large  as  their  father's  passing  to  things  as  small  as  cricket  matches.  when  he  was  small,  he'd  throw  fits  when  he  lost,  throwing  his  bat  across  the  field  with  an  angry  wail  and  storming  off  into  the  house  to  cordon  himself  off  in  his  room.  he  had  been  bratty,  petulant  —  he'd  never  grown  out  of  that,  even  to  this  day,  despite  being  able  to  keep  it  just  slightly  more  under  control.

so  this  was  devastating  to  him.  it  was  both  a  reminder  of  their  father's  passing,  and  also  a  failure  on  his  part  to  keep  the  damn  thing  safe.  it  wasn't  like  it  was  very  hard.  he  could've  put  it  in  a  locked  safe  or  closet,  or  had  a  guard  hold  onto  it.  but  no  —  he'd  left  it  out,  unsheathed  and  everything,  just  sitting  on  the  mantle  in  his  chambers.  an  irresponsible  choice  to  add  to  the  miles-long  list  of  poor  decisions  he's  made.

"  it's  gone,  "  he  insists,  equally  as  biting  as  before,  although  this  time  his  voice  is  watery,  trembling  slightly  as  if  he,  too,  is  finally  accepting  that  fact.  he  finally  meets  his  brother's  eyes,  shaking  his  head  quickly.  "  i've  looked  everywhere,  rhys.  it's  gone.  it's  gone.  HE'S  gone.  "  his  face  twists  into  something  mournful  and  sad,  his  chin  tilting  down  again  and  his  eyes  squeezing  shut,  trying  to  prevent  himself  from  crying  any  more,  to  no  avail.  he  rips  a  hand  from  where  it's  tucked  under  his  arm,  furiously  wiping  at  his  face  so  hard  that  his  skin  turns  white  underneath  the  pressure.  he's  so  ANGRY  with  himself  that  it  doesn't  even  hurt.  he  can't  even  think  of  more  words  to  say;  his  brain  feels  scrambled,  and  all  he  can  think  about  is  how  he  can't  remember  a  single  feature  of  his  father's  face.  he  hadn't  even  cried  this  much  as  their  father's  funeral  —  the  GRIEF  was  somehow  hitting  him  all  over  again.  "  he's  gone.  "

❛looking   for   what   exactly?❜ his   gaze   does   not   move   an   inch   from   his   youngest   brother,   he   watches   the   other   as   if   he's   a   puzzle   piece   rhysand   is   attempting   to   put   together.   it's   nearly   an   impossible   task,   he   knows   by   now,   were   it   that   easy,   he   would   not   be   having   this   conversation   with   him,   or   the   very   least   his   attempts.   a   small   part   of   the   king   understands   he   did   not   like   to   be   lectured   to,   and   he   does   by   no   means   think   credence   is   stupid   or   anything   close   to   that.   one   can   be   smart   and   careless   at   the   same   time.   for   the   life   of   the   ruler,   he   cannot   understand   why   he's   always   so   impatient   and   snappy   with   rhys.   ❛if   i   haven't   done   anything   then   why   are   you   so   cross   with   me? ❜  the   problem   is   that   each   time   his   siblings   show   him   such   disdain,   he   feels   as   if   he   has   failed   them   in   some   way.   for   all   his   hard   exterior,   he's   not   incapable   of   being   hurt   by   his   siblings.   his   watches   credence   with   a   mixture   of   confusion,   worry,   and   hurt,   tapping   down   on   his   anger   and   reminding   himself   this   was   his   younger   brother,   he   never   wished   to   yell   at   him   or   any   of   them.   ❛clearly   it's   not   fine,   you   are   entirely   out   of   sorts   and   distressed.   you're   worrying   me,   credence.   has   something   happened,   your   not   willing   to   tell   me?❜

then   he   see's   almost   akin   to   a   tear   fall   down   his   brother's   cheek,   and   he   is   entirely   alarmed.   he   does   wish   to   move   closer   to   his   brother,   but   seeing   as   he   moves   rhys'   hands   away   when   he's   brushing   the   cob   webs   off   of   him,   he's   sure   credence   will   only   move   away.   he   almost   appears   shaking,   and   for   a   moment   he   wonders   if   his   brother   comes   down   with   something.   just   as   he's   about   to   move   closer,   his   brother   speaks,   the   words   falling   from   credence   hold   so   much   sadness,   his   own   heart   squeezes.   it   suddenly   made   sense,   his   touchy,   and   irritable,   angry   demeanor.   ahh   that   sword   their   father   gave   to   rhys   and   then   he   hands   to   his   brother.   ❛credence...❜   he   places   a   hand   on   his   youngest's   shoulder,   lowering   his   own   stance   so   their   eyes   meet.   ❛i'm   sorry   its   gone   now,   it   meant   a   lot   to   me   as   well.   however,   between   a   sword   or   you,   i   would   much   rather   have   the   sword   be   gone   instead   of   you   hurt   by   them   or   worse.   you   were   trying   to   look   for   that   sword   here   then..."he   murmurs,   ❛i'll   have   the   staff   every   inch   of   this   palace   perhaps   in   their   hurry   the   bastards   dropped   it   on   the   palace   grounds.❜

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𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 …

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:  Landon Reese Kirby

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒):  Lan

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒):  Landon

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:  April 2nd, 2012

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒:  8 pounds, 11 ounces   &  19 inches long  &  1:00 pm

𝐀𝐆𝐄:  21 years old

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑:  cis male

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒:   phoenix

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒:  he/him

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  demiromantic

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  bisexual

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐒:  Aria Shahghasemi

𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃:  right handed

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍:  none

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌:  unsteady by x ambassadors

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Highly selective. There must be plotting here for me to write him. He is open for interactions and shipping though.

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒…

I stop canon at 2x06 for all of my legacies characters.

Landon stays a phoenix.

Never melted into goo after sex with Hope Mikaelson nor would he if they went that way.

Didn’t get back together with Hope or Josie. This can be changed based off of the person I’m writing with.

Becomes a bartender at Rousseau's but only after 20 years of being out of college.

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 & 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒…

To  request to be a main or exclusive, please message me what muse interests you for this. We must either plot first or have been writing together on this blog or even a single muse blog that I ran in this past. We don’t have to have had anything written with our muses regarding the character though. The mains and exclusives on my carrd are  blog wide. This is a section per character.

Currently there are no mains or exclusives for this character.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘…

From the moment that Landon Kirby was born he was wishing for a anchor and a place to call home. Left on a doorstep of a local church with only a single image of the woman that gave birth to him and a name there wasn’t much connection there. Foster family after family came and left with a few promising hits but none never stayed past a few years if he was lucky at best. Landon can’t remember anything remarkable about his life until he was an adult.

Landon ages out of the system without a family besides a boy named Rafael Waithe. The two of them are the best of friends. The two of them get jobs and start to work to keep food on the table and the lights on. Life is tough but Rafael manages to get himself a girlfriend that he enjoys. Things are great for them even if it was mundane until Rafael is an accident and Landon has to give the news that Cassie didn’t make it. The unknown wolf spends the next month angry and things hit a head on the full moon.

Rafael’s former foster family, the ones that kept in contact with him and called him son,   suggest getting the help from a priest and thus Landon is there when the Salvatore College comes to the rescue. Landon finds a home with them after many ups and downs. Finding out where he came from and that he was just as special, the young male is now on a roll with immortality and the abilities of a phoenix

𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒…

Add a few wishlist ideas here.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍…

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.  

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬.  

𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬.

𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬.  

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.  

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.  

𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞.

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩, 100%.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Meet Choi Soobin!

Hey there, little ones. Here's Soobin, but you can address me as Binnie or any other name. You may use the following pronouns: he/him. I'm 21 and I'm a member of TXT, a boy group that y'all should know.

In my point of view, I should leave you guys with lack of informations since I'd like to know you all at a slow/interesting pace! Feel free to ask for information in general. <3

A little reminder that I'll post small updates and pictures about my day on this acc.

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Role playing guide.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤUse the quest-box to ask or interact

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤwith Soobin. You can use DM if you're

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤinterested on building a scene.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤMember x Member interactions are

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ allowed, so if instead of acting as an

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ anon you'd like to act like an idol or as

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ a TXT member, quote you're text at

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ the end. Exemple:

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" How are you today, Binnie?" ㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ— 🍮 anon.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ " Hey, Soobin. How's your day? "ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ— Yeonjun.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( You can add any type of emoji. )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤRomantic/sexual interactions will be

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ allowed only with TXT members and

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ anons, since I pretend to respect

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Soobin's intimacy tree. Also, those

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤtype of interactions are allowed in

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ the quest-box, but if they're too

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ specific or detailed, send it on DM.

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What is a scene and how does it work?

A scene is a longer interaction that includes actions. Scenes are allowed on DMs, quest-box too if it's a short scene. I'll add " end of the scene " at the end of Soobin's answer whenever I feel like it's a cool time for the scene to end. But, why? Cause I gotta organize my blog's schedule so I can answer all of your requests. <3

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHere's an exemple of how to start a scene:

ㅤㅤㅤ" Hey there, Binnie! " I greet, quickly waving my

ㅤㅤㅤhand as I approach by. ㅤㅤㅤ— 🍮 anon.

ㅤㅤㅤ" Hey there, Binnie! " I greet, quickly waving my

ㅤㅤㅤhand as I approach by. ㅤㅤㅤ— Yeonjun.

Well, my beloved ones, I think that's all.

I hope you enjoy this acc.

Any questions? DM the admin!

— 🍡 Dango.