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soulmatesinc-if · 1 year ago

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I just got around to the fresh demo, and… Wyatt?? First of all them creating a character that's just a mashup of each other and then getting defensive about the house is everything to me. Second of a ll. The "Hey, do you want me to—" in the park? Not even embarrassed to say that my brain immediately went 'wait hold on did Wyatt just do a knee jerk end-of-date speech? Was that that?' because of the mention of the dates on the pages before. I walked right into that one like the fool I am, which regardless of whether that was the intention or not was a really great writing thing. Though if I've started with that I should also step back and mention that the writing is great overall; it's so engaging, the characters are so interesting the moment they're on the page, you're a brilliant writer. Back to the Wyatt thoughts, though, I'm with MC, the tally sure is increasing. I know it's a lighthearted IF, but my brain keeps sniffing angst on Wyatt. Though maybe that's because I already adore them and every little show of negative feeling makes me want to wrap them in a bear hug to at least let them know they're not alone, even if they don't want to talk. I want to hold their hand so bad. Which, on that note, I should get back to reading, I just had to get that out of my system. Which, yes, means you'll probably get just as big a message once I'm done with more thoughts. I am not a man of few words.

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Let me just tell you thank you for such a sweet and exciting message! It is impossible to describe how stimulating and inspiring it is to read about impressions, interpretations and feelings brought forward by your story 🤍

First of all them creating a character that's just a mashup of each other and then getting defensive about the house is everything to me.

Working separately on the game might be a less popular option but I think it was a necessary choice to show how Wyatt would engage with it without MC around 😋

The "Hey, do you want me to—" in the park? Not even embarrassed to say that my brain immediately went 'wait hold on did Wyatt just do a knee jerk end-of-date speech?

Listen 😏

I know it's a lighthearted IF, but my brain keeps sniffing angst on Wyatt.

In my mind, the light-hearted descriptor primarily points to the fact that the plot won't be dealing with death, violence, or end-of-the-world kind of scenario. But emotional lows as well as emotional highs will definitely be present, especially depending on how different MCs handle different relationships.

Though maybe that's because I already adore them and every little show of negative feeling makes me want to wrap them in a bear hug to at least let them know they're not alone, even if they don't want to talk. I want to hold their hand so bad.

Wyatt is a trooper, really, but such sentiment from MC would absolutely soften them to an unimaginable extent!

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The fool of many words returns! Finally finished the demo, much kicking my feet and smiling at the screen later.

I am trying to contain myself from giving you the play by play “I adore Wyatt and while MC was joking I would fight to the death for them.” but just, woaah. Their friendship and dynamic is so sweet; getting to stand up for them against the rumours, eating food in the office and wanting to hug them, calling the phone and them not reacting to the heart by their name, getting to be worried about forgetting all those moments—you truly did manage to capture the sense of hanging out with a friend, late at night, the softness and the jokes. Well done.

And pamphlet person again, I am certain of it. That was a neat interaction and I am very much curious what was troubling and what happened with the receptionist. You certainly have your way with suspense, almost makes me want to theorise, which I never do.

Of course, last but not least; while I knew it from the description, having the actual scene of only one soulmate was such a well made cliff hanger. And also a little heartbreaking in texting Wyatt and finding out it’s just MC, so curious to find whether that leads to a conversation or if MC gets to tell them about it none the less.

All in all; Wonderful chapter. You did great work on it. Though, that said, I know it was big so do take care not to pressure yourself to write as much for the second. Sometimes chapters get long, sometimes they get short, and they are both of equal worth; Take care, have fun, and may 2024 be kind to you!

Their friendship and dynamic is so sweet; getting to stand up for them against the rumours, eating food in the office and wanting to hug them, calling the phone and them not reacting to the heart by their name, getting to be worried about forgetting all those moments—you truly did manage to capture the sense of hanging out with a friend, late at night, the softness and the jokes. Well done.

Ahh, thank you so much, that was exactly my intention with these scenes, for them to build rapport with each other. Or, better put, that is certainly Wyatt's intention!

You certainly have your way with suspense, almost makes me want to theorise, which I never do.

Love it! I absolutely get that as an IF reader myself!

And also a little heartbreaking in texting Wyatt and finding out it’s just MC, so curious to find whether that leads to a conversation or if MC gets to tell them about it none the less.

I'll just leave this right here...

Thank you again! Kicking my feet here, what a joy to read these two messages were! I love working on this game, and it's even more fun that others are enjoying it too. A kind 2024 to you as well!

#soulmatesinc if #asks #happy new year lovely people!!

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clone-lover · 2 years ago

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I remember when I met bad batch's combat technician....

Ughhhh so I honestly just got bored in class and season 2 new episode inspired me a little 😭 it was my oc but I made it x reader cause I know I prefer to read them that way.

Also yk I don't own anything starwars so don't even try me ✋

-enjoyyyyyyyyyyy

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You remember when you met Bad Batch's combat technician. You were muling over reports of 'faulty clones.' The door whoosed open and in stepped a pattern you couldn't match to a regular cc or ct. "Sargent hunter," you called to the steps, "set the reports on my table. Welcome back to-"

"Tech." Although you were a Jedi you never required the men to respect you like the other Jedi did. Even though you weren't strict they never cut you off. This was an interesting interaction so you must not have been aquatinted to this man. A meeting was in order.

"Oh, my apologies Mr. Tech." For the first time in hours you looked away from your data pad to make eyes with the man before you. The small room had a window but Kamino showers made the need for lights apparent. You never used the desk for anything other than storage so it was pressed against the wall in the corner. Instead, you lounged on a couch with a data pad in hand. Infront of that was a modern circular table. Your eyes adjusted slower than you would have like.

"I'm not familiar-" you saw his face after the adjustment. "Oh, you're one of hunter's men." You arose to your feet to show respects in a bow. "I'm Jedi knight-"

"(yn), I'm aware." There it was again. You straightened from the bow. He is cut and straight to the point. If you didn't know any better you would think he didn't want to talk to anyone. However, you know he does want to talk in fact, he gets so excited he cuts people off. If he was truly disinterested he wouldn't have cut you off to say your name, rather ignore your introduction or try to get through it. He stayed and listened intently. He doesn't fully understand social ques: A common behavior in people of intelligence.

"So, you've done your research." You praised his attempt at dialogue in hopes that you could secure his trust. The trust of the men is all that mattered to you. After all, your whole job was to maintain the fluidity between them and the republic.

"hmm, well yes, of course. Not to mention you were the clone liaison when I was training." 'training' was the time period between birth and their first deployment. Ashame the men are not allowed childhood. You made a note on another data pad to ensure you remembered to bring that up in another senate meeting.

"apologies for my ignorance sir. I'll make sure I educate myself on the names of the men in the bad batch."

He was just leaving. You were probably thinking too long. He spun around in shock. A moment passed while he chewed on his thoughts before barking "I was not offended.

"No, maybe not, but who is a liaison who doesn't know her own men."

"I would infer you." He didn't mean to be rude. You could see it when you showed shock. He start to form an apology before you cut him off. "Yeah I suppose your right"

With a laugh, he left. How peculiar Mr. Tech is. You would like to know him more.

#tech x oc #tech tbb #the bad batch #star wars tbb #tbb tech #tbb x reader #tech x reader #clone x reader #tech x you

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armesstein · 10 months ago

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Billy Idol's Cyberpunk album didn't deserve the hate it received...

As a long-time fan of his, I feel like my preferences for which album is my favorite doesn't boil down to any specific choice. I love them all from his debut album to his most recent. Some songs are hit or miss, but ultimately are great compositions in their own right even if I don't fully feel the initial hit. I can still appreciate them for what they are.

The same can be said for the Cyberpunk album from the 90s. While it does deviate away from Billy's original material, I can honestly say that this album is FAR from bad for several reasons that isn't solely about the music on it, but what inspired them in the first place.

As many people are aware by now, Billy Idol suffered a leg injury after his motorcycle accident. From what I've looked into, apparently one of his doctors came in and made a comment during his hospitalization about the metal rod in his leg, phrasing something along the lines of "Now you're cyberpunk!" And from there, the idea clicked.

That's the gist of what I've gotten from diving deep into some sources online. He got fascinated by the subculture, read the books (Yes, that includes Neuromancer which IS a song on the album), and I have to give the man props here for this one: he learned to code. For recording the album, he just used a computer and some software at his home studio, which I have to say is hella impressive at the time.

Sometime after its release, it received a lot of pushback and flack that I felt wasn't deserved at all. I say all of this from a non-biased standpoint and more on the appreciation for what inspired it, and the clear passion that went into making it.

A lot of computer elitists slammed him about his coding methods, to which I retort with a fervent FUCK YOU. Who the hell cares. People apart of the subculture didn't appreciate the album and assumed he was capitalizing off of the subculture, which isn't the case here.

Listening to the album, in my honest opinion, I get immersed into a world that portrays the punk aspects of the cyberpunk genre. Especially in the song "Shock to the System", which is a song based on the LA riots that took place around the time the album was in the creation phase.

The interludes 1-5 feel like I'm a human being that is gradually becoming a machine throughout the album's running time, which is a neat poetic touch if I'm being completely honest here. To me, that is where the 'cyber' part in 'cyberpunk' takes place within the story Billy Idol is trying to tell.

Power Junkie obviously relates to mega corpos/politics and how too much power can inflate someone's ego on a massive scale. Again. That's cyberpunk.

Mother Dawn is probably one of my favorites from the album, and most don't know, but it is actually a cover of a song by the same name sung by Durga, a member of Blue Pearl. It's one of their singles. (I love her version of the song just as much, her voice is so rich omg).

So, what I'm trying to get at here is... what's the problem? The album in its own right is amazing, and I think it portrays the cyberpunk genre very well. Billy Idol clearly did his research, he grew fond of technology and has stated recently he still is rather fond of it. I see the album's creation as a win not only because he nailed the genre on the head, but because his passion undeniably shines through.

It's there in his interest to learn coding, his newfound love for computers, his appreciation/love for the genre, and the music inspired by it. I'm sorry, but I can't bring myself to hate him for it. While I do feel the cover is a little 'meh', I DO get what he was trying to convey with it, and as such, appreciate it as well.

A work of art can be the most unappealing thing you've ever come across, but that doesn't make it automatically 'bad' or 'undeserving of appreciation'. In fact, I think people should normalize appreciating things that can be viewed as subpar to the human experience (Music, art, etc.). It makes the connection to the piece much deeper and enriching when it isn't observed only from a critical standpoint.

Those are valid, too, of course. But what a lot of people forget about criticism is that you have to look at it not just from a negative standpoint alone; it's when you can spot the good with the bad and form a genuine opinion of your own.

And, that said, in my honest opinion, Billy Idol's Cyberpunk album didn't deserve the hate it received. People absolutely are allowed not to like it and have their own opinions about it. For me, it was like I was part of a bigger story, and that's something I rarely get from listening to an album outside of Tobias Sammett's Avantasia.

There are times I can only imagine what abysmal thoughts/feelings he suffered subsequent to the hate he got as well as trying to explain himself to the haters. In that regard, I sympathize wholeheartedly. Would I love for Billy Idol to make another album like Cyberpunk? Hell yeah!!

But whether he will or not is another matter and is highly unlikely. Still, I can dream, can't I? Meanwhile, I will continue to listen to his music and get inspired by it. Those are my thoughts. Feel free to disagree if you want. This has been something on my mind for a long time, and I felt the need to get it out in one go.

#billy idol #cyberpunk #my thoughts #this album did not deserve the hate it received

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tenshioffcial · 1 year ago

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He never will - Charli D'amelio.

I was inspired from this song to make this and plus I kind of love Charli a little bit and I want to hold her and protect her.

Warings!//: Angst, Self-harm, Heartbreak, GirlxGirl! Charli is into ladies in this story (FYI I am not assuming she is into women this is just for fiction), loneliness, Toxic relationship. (also, I am not saying Landon is an asshole just for fiction)

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It was 9:00 AM and I always do a morning jog and shower but when I walked out of my bathroom drying my hair with my towel Charli messaged me.

Charli (bestie): Hey Y/n how are you this morning?

Y/n<3: Same as usually and you?

Charli (bestie): It's been okay I guess...

Y/n<3: You okay Char?

Charli (bestie): Yeah...Is there any way we could hangout today?

Y/n<3: Yeah sure I need something else to do today instead of being at home by myself. What time am I picking you up?

Charli (bestie): How about in an hour?

Y/n<3: Um yeah sure why though aren't you busy right now? with work and such?

Charli (bestie): No, it's fine I already got the green light that I won't be busy today.

Y/n<3: Okay then I'll be there in an hour. See you then. <3

Charli (bestie): Yep. <3

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I did my makeup and hair and grabbed my things and left. The whole drive there I had this song playing over and over in my head... (If he don't know what he's got now, He never will. If he don't know what he wants now he won't until it's too late so don't wait for somebody if you're just somebody he can live without.) I arrived at her place and knocked on the door no response, so I rang the doorbell, Finally I hear footsteps on the other side of the door, and she opened it but the look on her face told me she had been crying and I instantly grabbed her in a hug. "Oh, my goodness Char...are you okay?" She wouldn't answer me. "You want to leave then?" She nodded and we walked over to the car, and I made sure she was in and okay then I got into the driver side and drove away. "So you care to tell me what happened?" She glanced at me slightly but shook her head. "C'mon Char I want to know who and what did this to you." I put my hand on her thigh and gently squeezed. "Fine you don't have to tell me but I'm here if you need me." She barely glanced to me but nodded. We got out at a coffee shop, I got the coffee and sweets while she got us our table. I came back gave her, her food and then her coffee and mean while I had to walk back for my stuff and when I came back she was gone so naturally I panicked. she wasn't outside so I ran to the bathroom and instantly I heard her crying. I found her stall and knocked on it. "Char? please let me in?" She sniffled. "No! I don't need your pity and besides you only talk to me when you want to make tiktoks with me which is the only reason why you're famous." I scoffed. "That is not true Charli and you know that." She laughed sarcastically. "Yeah right no one wants me. Not even Landon." I sighed and rubbed my temples. "Charli that is not true... I know that for a fact." She scoffed. "Thank you but that is bullshit. I'm gonna go." She left me alone there and I paid for our stuff and took mine to go and hers and I dropped it off at her place, Leaving a note for her on it. I got home and dropped to the floor crying wishing I would've told her how I felt, I got up barely wanting to move and went into the bathroom and grabbed the nearest blade from a razor and cut my arm all up feeling some pain relief. I bandaged it myself, hearing my phone go off I picked it up reading the caller id, it says Dixie so after panicking I picked it up and answered. "Hello?" She sighed on the other end. "Hey Y/n? um can I ask you something?" "Yes of course you always can Dix." She sighed and a squeak came out at the end. "Do you know what's going on with Charli and Landon?" I wasn't sure if I should answer but- No i'm sick of hiding this anymore. "Yeah, he hasn't been treating her right and he has been mentally abusing her and telling her he hates her and then stays with her." She started to cry on the other end and I could hear her nex words tremble. "She hurt herself because of him and it was bad she cut her arms up pretty good." I started tear up. "I'm going to kill him!" She started to panic. "No don't do that but you should come to the party tonight and maybe tell her how you feel about her because she deserves better than a toxic relationship." I sighed and started crying but cleared my throat so she wouldn't hear it. "I don't know Dix I-" Stop doing this yourself just say yes this is an opportunity to express yourself. "Yes I will Dix. See ya tonight." I hung up and wore a see through long sleeve and some baggy jeans that are torn up down the front and some black boots that are platform boots. I gave the look one more look over and realized I hadn't done my makeup so I hurried up and put some on, finally the look in complete. I arrived at the D'amelio house, I walked up to the door and rang the bell, Dixie opened the door and instantly hugged me but felt my bandages through my shirt. "What's on your arms Y/n?" I looked down not wanting to answer to which I think Dixie understood because she pulled me in and then dragged me into the bathroom and locked the door behind us, she gestured for me to show her.

I pulled my sleeves up and showed her the bandages, she started laughing kind of but crying at the same time and she hugged me. "Why?...WHY!? Why would you do such a thing to yourself Y/n?" I couldn't stop myself from sobbing and I couldn't help but hug onto her and sob into her shoulder, once I got a hold of myself I wiped my tears away and took a deep breath. "I honestly did it because of Charli...she wouldn't believe me earlier when I tried telling her how I felt and then her being upset was also crushing me so I went home after dropping off her food at your guys' place I went back to my place and cried at the door on the floor but got up went into the bathroom and you know the rest." She whipped her own tears away "So you're who rang the doorbell earlier?" "Yeah I am the one. I want her to understand that I love her and would make her happier than he does." She sighs slightly. "I got an idea but I need you to let me fix this beautiful face of makeup first." I nod. She fixed my makeup and we left. The plan is I gotta go up to the mirophone and keyboard and play this song from it. I got over there and with Dixie's help got situated. "H-hey! can I have everyone's attention?" even though I said everyone I needed Charli's attention the most which Dixie had her right at her side. "This is a song I want a special lady here tonight to hear." [singing: You been the one that he runs to when he's got no one else, holding him up even when you feel like you're sinking yourself and you say he's gonna change we've already been through this, tears on my shoulder to prove it and it breaks me that you can't see, He'll only keep letting you down.] I look up and see that Charli is right next to me holding onto my shoulder crying from the lyrics and Landon is giving me death glares. [singing: If he don't know what he's got now he never will, If h don't know what he wants now he won't until it's too late so don't wait for somebody if you're just somebody he can live without, If he don't know what he's got now just let him go, He'll only know what he's lost when he's all alone, it's too late, no, you don't need to try, If he don't treat you right by now, He never will.] I stood up and the look she gave me was all I needed and I kissed her with so much passion, Her hands found themselves on my shoulders as the kiss intensified. Although nothing had me ready for what was coming to me, Landon waltz on over and punched me hard too. "Don't you fucking touch her! She is mine not yours you stupid bitch!" He went to leave with her but I got up and threw a good punch his way and he stumbled forward, Turning around to face me he threw another one and I dodged it but his second one I was not ready for. He knocked flat but then he climbed on me hitting me repeatedly. "Stop it Landon!" we both stopped and seen who it was Charli finally gained a voice to speak with. "Excuse me?" wow Landon dumbass. "You heard me get off of her. Now!" He raised his hand to hit her but luckily Noah was here and he grabbed him by his wrist and folded his arm behind him. "Well well well what do we have here? You okay sis?" I nodded. "Yeah I am but he has been making Charli's life a living hell." Noah laughed an almost evil laugh. "Get the fuck out of here before I get the cops involved. Now!" He scoffed but left finally shouting. "THIS ISN'T OVER BITCHES!" I turned to Charli not caring about anything else right now. "You okay Char?" She nodded and even smiled at me. "Yeah I am but you need some clean up done." She grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to her room and sat me in a chair opposite of hers. "I'm sor-" We both spoke at the same time. "Go ahead Char." She sighed. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you earlier and thank you for dropping my food off earlier." I giggled kind of. "You're welcome sweetheart I couldn't let you go hungry plus I get it that you needed space but-" "It's not okay Y/n... I know you hurt yourself earlier after the fact." I winced at that because I didn't want Dixie to tell her that. "Well funny thing I know you do the same." She laughed.

"That's funny in an ironic way." "I know right?" We both laughed for a moment while she cleaned my wounds and such. "Hey Charli?" she turned to face me again. "Yeah?" I sighed preparing to be rejected. "You know I meant every inch of those words and the kiss right?" I wasn't ready for her to nod. "I know and I want you too." She kissed me on my lips this time straddling my lap, intensifying the kiss and then she pulled away. "I love you Y/n." I smiled at her cuteness. "I love you too Char." and after that we both went to bed in her bed.

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A/n: Hello my beautiful/handsome readers! I hope you all liked this one and if you guys have any requests I'll write them but if not that's cool too also I plan to write more Charli one's soon. XOXO Angel.

#Spotify #Charli x reader #charli damelio #Angst #fluff #he never will #alexander stewart

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autumnalwalker · 2 years ago

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INCORRECT QUOTE TAG GAME

Thank you for the tag, @cljordan-imperium.

Passing the tag on to @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @fearofahumanplanet, @dontjudgemeimawriter, and the usual open tag for anyone else that wants to join in.

This is the site for the quote generation: Incorrect Quote Generator

I got more than a little carried away with the generator, so there's a lot under the "Keep reading" line.

Empty Names cast:

*Everyone is giving advice to Lacuna* Road: It's okay to ask for help. Eris: You're not a burden. Sullivan: Murder is okay. Ashan: Your feelings matter.

Ashan: You’re a loose cannon, Road. Road: No, I’m not. I’m a cannon, maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me? Lacuna: I think you play by your own rules. Eris: No way, they think rules were made to be broken. Ashan: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon. Road: No, I’m just a reckless renegade. Sullivan is a loose cannon. Sullivan: *smashes a chair* Aah! You shut your trap, Road! Eris: I’d say Sullivan’s more of a cop on the edge with nothing to lose. That’s an entirely different thing. Lacuna: Now I’m just confused. Is Road a loose cannon or not? Ashan: All right, put on a pot of coffee. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this. Road: groans Sullivan: Aw, man.

Road: You three, explain right now! Eris: It was Sullivan. Lacuna: It was Sullivan. Ashan: It was Sullivan. Sullivan:Sullivan: …fuck.

Lacuna: Uh, Road? Eris is in the pool and I don't think they're waterproof. Road: What? Ashan: I think they meant, Eris is drowning. Road: WHAT?! *Meanwhile* Eris: *is drowning* Sullivan: OH MY GOD, ERIS! KEEP SWIMMING! Eris: I can't swim, dumbass— *sinks* Sullivan: ERIS!

Eris: Yesterday, I overheard Ashan saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Lacuna replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

Road: What time is it? Sullivan: I don’t know, pass me that saxaphone and we’ll find out Sullivan: *BLASTS the saxaphone* Eris: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING Sullivan: It’s 2 am

Lacuna: Why is there blood everywhere? Sullivan: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife. Lacuna: You stabbed someone?! Sullivan: No, no. I aggressively poked someone with a knife.

Road: So… I’ve seen you’ve been spending a lot of time with Carnette recently. Sullivan: No, Road, it's not what it looks like, I swear. Road: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous? Sullivan: No! You’re the only one for me. Road: Is that so? Sullivan: I promise! Carnette and I are just dating, okay? They’re my partner. Road: So there are no best-friends-feelings involved? Sullivan: You are still my one and only best friend! They’re just the love of my life, nothing more! Road: But I’m still the platonic love of your life, right? Sullivan: Of course bro! Road: Bro… Carnette: What the-

Eris: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

Lacuna: Sullivan! I thought you were dead! Sullivan: No, just in deep cover. Lacuna: …But it was an open casket. Sullivan: It was very deep.

The Archivist's Journal cast:

Lin: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact. Vernon: …All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

Maiko: Are they stupid? Cass: Yes, but they prefer to be called Archivist.

Vernon: Cass got into a fight. Lin: That’s bad. Lin:Lin: Did they win?

Lin: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them? Archivist: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them. Lin: Okay yeah thanks Archivist, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?

Lin: Do you have a self-care routine? Archivist: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.

Cass: Here is my wall of inspirational people. Lin: Is that a picture of you? Cass: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

Lin: Do you think different paints have different tastes? Maiko: They do. Cass: …Why did you say that with such certainty?

Archivist: I can't imagine what Lin is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

Lin: I’m not a doctor I’m a medic. Cass: What’s the difference then? Lin: Well doctors actually save lives, medics just make you feel more comfortable as you die. Archivist: Note to self; never get shot.

*at a zoo* Maiko: What are they in for? Lin: Maiko, this isn't prison. Maiko: So they can leave? Lin: No, but- Maiko, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

Maiko, trying their first ever cup of coffee: I am ENERGY! Vernon, an avid coffee drinker, on their twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in ten seconds.

Archivist: Could you be anymore annoying? Cass: Yes.

Archivist: You gave me up, you let me down, you turned around, and deserted me. Lin: But did I make you cry? Archivist: *cries on the spot* Lin: …Shit.

Maiko, after getting a job as a life guard: Hmm… I wonder what those things at the bottom of the pool are.. Lin: THOSE ARE PEOPLE DROWNING!

Maiko: That sounds like a terrible plan. Archivist: Oh, we've had worse.

Vernon: Why are your tongues purple? Maiko: We had slushies. I had a blue one. Lin: I had a red one. Vernon: oh. Vernon:Vernon: OH. Cass: Cass: You drank eachothers slushies?

Archivist: I desire moisture. Maiko: Please just say "I want water" like a normal person.

Cass: *finds a note* Hmm, whats this? Lin: Hey, that's mine! *tries to grab it* Cass: Aww, it's a love note for Maiko? Lin: No- Cass: *opens it*Cass: Lin: Cass: I can't read this.

Archivist: You read my diary? Lin: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

Archivist: Cass is restricted to decaf for the rest of this adventure.

#incorrect quotes #tag game #writeblr #writeblr game #my ocs #Empty Names #The Archivist's Journal #I'm amused at how many of these wound up being foreshadowing for things I have planned/already-written-but-not-posted #The Archivist actually has a real name that everyone uses in-universe but since the story is all in journal format it never comes up.#I wish there were more colored text options #Would have been nice to not reuse colors between the two WIPs #In retrospect the color-coding was entirely unnecessary but I was feeling nostalgic for a certain work that had a large impact on me.

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applesfallingfromblondehair · 27 days ago

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Hiyaaa! my brain is proper mush after this chapter, so i’m just sharing whatever i wrote down while reading this 👁️👄👁️

It’s stupidly cute how Matty’s just incapable of languages and it kind of reminded me of one of my favourite scenes ever!! Pretty early on, when Matty tells Ross about the constellations while they’re both on the roof (and i believe way too high to be on a roof), when Matty’s just spreading misinformation but Ross holds back from correcting him because he’s too cute. I love how Ross finally corrects Matty 😂 Unfortunately I can very much relate to Matty in regards to French, I took French for 5 years and I can barely speak it , mais c’est comme ça (i did not look up whether that’s even correct, i will die like a man 💀)

Mr. Rigby…. fuck

I love Darren

“You’re so hot when you speak Italian.” Matty please Ross is always hot 🤭

example a) “He pulls Matty in there with him, pressing him against the warm brick wall. “Are you saying you’d fuck Mr. Rigby?” he asks, his lips grazing the side of Matty’s neck.” 👁️👄👁️ fucking hell

example b) every fucking time Ross is exploring the side of himself that will one day become (Rolex) Daddy Ross

“[…] Which does sometimes make Ross wonder what on earth he’s doing with him.” ROSS BABY PLEASE

okay i’m suddenly very glad i had to take french, i’m giggling

LUCA IS JUST THE SWEETEST AHHH I LOVE HIM

he deserves the world and they all deserve to love openly and loudly 😭

okay i might have been too invested to write anything down until “That’ll be fifty quid,” and then remembered that i am in fact writing down things while reading so i don’t forget to talk about them 🙃 like i texted you immediately when reading that, i didn’t only giggle, i laughed out loud 😂

(it happened again right after that)

“I’m not interested in a life without you. Or the band.” okay.. way to make me cry? pardon me??

THE TEACHERS UGGGHHHHH LOVE

i’m. so. normal. about. the. church.

I THINK YOU SHOULD HAVE A SNOG

MATTY YOU EVIL DRUNK BASTARD 💀💀💀

Woah. A true rollercoaster of emotions. I’m incredibly soft for the two, especially in all those tender moments. I don’t even have words right now, but the thrill of Matty being onto something 👁️👄👁️

Again, I loved every second of this. Holy shit, you never fail to entertain and amaze me ❤️

Helloooo ✨

Matty's ineptitude at languages opposed to Ross's try-hard attitude is probably one of my favourite elements in this whole chapter so I am very glad you picked up on it 😭 and yes, Ross is definitely coming into his own and evolving into the early stages of (Rolex) Daddy Ross 🌚 again, very pleasant stuff to write.

Darren is currently my fave side character and Mr Rigby is very much inspired by me having the hots for You Know Who, so I'm glad you're on board with that too. he's just A Lot and unapologetically gay and I love him dearly. I had to give the teachers some entanglement because of course I did. I think I may have started seeding that since chapter 1, actually 👀

and yes, Ross is affectionate, hot AND hilarious :) the full package, seriously.

the church bit, I owed it to them and to myself for the irreparable psychological damage that Fleabag caused when I watched it 5 years ago. I'm glad it went down well 🌚

Matty is an evil bastard and his demon twink tendencies get multiplied by about 1000 when he's drunk. he knew exactly what he was doing (or did he? 👀)

thank you so much for taking the time to send this in, I've already told you but I appreciate it immensely 💖💖💖

#answered #writing #tfgtm #chapter 24

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parryingcasuals · 1 year ago

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Visbreak Ramble #1 - Desert Duo Special

*cough* My first post other than that starter, whoo!

Visbreak is my AU written in AO3 (also crossposted on Wattpad, soon might be on Tumblr and Quora), and boy oh boy do I have a lot to talk about. Recommend you read the main fic first to understand a few terms, but it's not a must.

I tend to overthink a lot, and because I for some reason decided that Marvel's a thing here, Scar's (and several others, but he's the most obvious) hero alias is really affected by this. Context; it's Hawkeye. And... that's not gonna end well for him if he uses it for commercials and his own merch due to the trademark that Marvel has, so guess what name he uses?

HotGuy.

Legally, his hero alias was always Hawkeye, and due to some legal loopholes, it's actually possible to have a trademarked name as one. But because he's often put in the limelight as 'HotGuy', it resulted it that alias being used more often than his actual alias. Whoops.

Inspired by @applestruda's Hawk Hotguy post, I went on and said to myself, "Whoa, that's a cool idea", and promptly decided that every time Scar is Hawkeye/HotGuy, he immediately casts an illusion which makes his allay/vex wings into one of a grey hawk, and also that specific avian's traits.

Why? Because Cub's a fan of wordplay and gave him that idea in the first place.

Now, what is CuteGuy in Visbreak, you may ask? It's actually a running gag amongst The Hermits and their fans to call Grian's hero alias, Poultryman, as CuteGuy due to a certain interview on The Recap (Visbreak's version of the Hermitcraft Recap), which had Grian say a very legendary quote;

"You're HotGuy because I'm hot, wouldn't that mean I'm the cute one because you are?"

Yes, it came off sounding like an accidental flirting. Was it intended? No. Did it sound unnecessarily narcissistic? Maybe. How did Scar react to it? By saying;

"CuteGuy? Sounds like something a sidekick of mine would go with."

Did the crowd love it? Absolutely. Right after that broadcast, when Grian showed up on TV, reporters and even The Hermits themselves started (jokingly) calling him 'HotGuy's Sidekick, CuteGuy'.

Scar, in fact, does not have a sidekick.

Scar has made many outfits for Hawkeye/HotGuy, yet his favourite would be his fifth and last one, which was designed by Grian himself. That change came after the Civil War in Hermitopolis (an event which would be covered later on), where a lot of heroes in The Hermits decided to do an outfit change.

Is there a CuteGuy outfit? In fact, yes. Scar based it out of his own, and gave it to Grian as a Christmas gift post-Supelaw, so sadly, the public never got the chance to ever see the CuteGuy look on Grian.

Scar and Grian's duo outfit is based on @applestruda's interpretation of the official skins, so props to her for the design!

Desert Duo are in fact, soulmates. The story for that is quite spoiler-heavy if I told you outright, but in a sense, something happened and Grian's the first living being that Scar saw.

Technically he and Jellie could be soulmates, but he saw Grian first.

It's actually the context on the HotGuy comment Grian made above, because soulmates actually affect each other's appearances and abilities.

With Grian as our focus now, he's established as a shapeshifter in (at least what I think) WCBRC's prologue. He prefers being an avian compared to any other, and would often stray away from birds of prey in front of The Hermits, as he'd prefer the scarlet macaw over everything.

As Poultryman, he became a chicken avian, though before that, he went with either a blue and yellow macaw, cockatiel, hyacinth macaw, scarlet macaw, or a certain-green-parrot-no-one's-sure-about during his vigilante days as Jungle Bandit (or Jungler, it really depends on who you ask).

But as Raptor, it's clear that he's any type of bird of prey. He prefers the fast-going ones, though. But in fights, he'll definitely go for the seriemas and their... head-crushing stomps.

Not yet discussed nor thought by Grian himself in canon (yet), but as CuteGuy, he'll definitely be a bird with something red and pink, maybe even black. The most possible one is a black rosy finch, but is still undecided. Might change in the future.

Keeping with the parrot theme, though, another choice is a pink-white or red-black parrot of sorts. If we go for the latter, the palm cockatoo and red-tailed black cockatoo are one of the highly-plausible choices. As for the former the pink cockatoo or even the galah is a possibility.

Lastly, it is imperative that Grian is buff. He just. Is. He's the definition of a sleeper build, and I am not changing that. He wears so many baggy clothing, people will be surprised at how he looks when he wears very tight looks. Why does Grian even dress that way? He prefers people underestimating him as a first impression. Don't ask. He just likes seeing their expressions once they find out.

What expressions? Nothing positive. Find out about what?... nothing positive.

And also, long-haired Grian who puts his hair into a 'waffle' braid is such a great idea. Sometimes he ties it into a manbun, most often as Raptor. Is white streak canon because Grian died and got revived in his 100 Hours series?

Not really, but it might as well be. Whether or not it's canon is up for debate.

Oh, dear God, did that feel good writing everything down. And no worries, there's a lot more from where that came from. The only thing limiting me are the available colours for text.

Beware once more appear.

Alright, that sounded ominous-

Spelling mistakes can be attributed to the fact that I posted this somewhere around 10 PM.

#aero rambles #visbreak au #hermitcraft #desert duo #hot guy scar #poultry man grian #cute guy grian

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grimmywrites · 1 year ago

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Hello! 1, 7, 20, 28, and 39, if that's alright!

Oh, thank you! (I appreciate this, I just liked the questions and wanted to have them somewhere so thank you for sending these in, you're good to me!)

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

I guess I'm old school... I type in Times New Roman, and yes, it has to be that. (This is also because I'm a teacher and it's the standard to which I'm accustomed.) I've been typing in it for so long that it's actually the easiest font for me to read and certainly my preferred for writing. When I'm reading, like on ao3, the font doesn't bother me, though.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

Oh, I have a lot, but I'll pick two for brevity. The first is the creative process - just using my imagination or being inspired to make something that evokes emotion is really joyful for me. I love just having a line of dialogue or a two word prompt or something and seeing where it takes me. It can be mine, or from someone else. In fact, I love when other people give me prompts or tell me something they'd like to see written by me. That leads into the second which is writing, posting, and finding out other people like my work. I write because I love it, but I'm not going to lie and say it doesn't give me joy to find that other people appreciate my efforts and wholeheartedly enjoy my work. It's a really special thing, I think.

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch.

This might be considered a sad answer, haha. But I would pick the WIP (the one I have in my heart that I actually want to get published and lead to a series; one can dream). I would want something lasting of mine and I just have so many ideas and love for that WIP, so that's what I would choose (given it would lead to that outcome).

Sadly, for all my writing, I don't really believe in love in regards to myself. That sounds sad, but I just don't see it for me. I believe in love that I've seen between other people, I believe in that hard work and dedication. I love to see it between characters and in stories and as a force of good. As for me, I'm just in love with being my own person, if that makes sense.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

I love this question. I'm cheating and picking two, though. Salim Othman from House of Ashes is one. I did not expect it, but I love writing him because he's competent and knows who he is and for all his softness is a badass.

The other is obviously Ellis because he is delightful incarnate. He's so very different from me that I have a blast writing him. He's actually harder for me than Nick, but I like having to think along the lines of someone like Ellis who holds onto hope and determination amidst all his goofiness.

(Also for OCs it's definitely Felix from Pollice Verso, he is too much fun.)

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

Here's a tough one. I think a lot of authors are a little put out right now. Between plagiarism, AI, and just the general consumption of fandom (yes I've typed all this before), a lot of us are struggling. I keep going because I love writing. I like feeling a pen in my hand and scribbling. I feel the mood hit and I write because of my love for it. I love stories, and I think most people do, too. It's a connection for us, and I think I like establishing that/exploring that through my works. So, even though it's tough right now, little by little, I keep adding words and hoping I'll break through whatever little spell has come over me soon.

Thank you again so much for sending these to me!

#about me #writing #fanfiction #my writing #fanfiction writer #fiction writer

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cloudberry-ado · 5 months ago

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(Good gawd I'm sorry this became a way longer reply than I thought it would be since I ended up rambling a lot (typical of me!) I'm so sorry 😭 if you're gonna read this post you're probably gonna be tortured so fair warning in advance before you delve into my little rant)

I wonder if you'll still see this if I reblog it...? Hopefully LOL- I'm new to Tumblr as I said so I'm just figuring out some things- it honestly is a little hard for me because well- the reason me and my best friend came together is because of Once-ler so he means even more to me. Its just a little sad that I see them go since we had a lot of memories together about him I've just accepted it for now but it's getting sort of lonely being so in love with a character and nobody is really there to understand that if ykyk. Maybe I'm just being sad because I haven't even talked to anyone for months on end and it's starting to drive me crazy lols.

Okay I had to draft this so many times because I was reading your links to the posts while trying to remember everything JSJSJ but yes I have thought or assumed that the fandom has changed a lot over the years so much- And hey I love dedicated people! Idk why but seeing people leave (me) so often without mostly limp reasons it always made it hard for me to make friends easily so to lose THOSE friends too...yeah. A bit of a twist to the knife but I've grown to accept it even if I valued them so much. Which is why i love onceler. His whole story in the movie was him being abandoned completely at the end? Honestly maybe that's why people loved him when he first came out since they probably related to the stinging pain of abandonment and how it's portrayed so quickly that it almost symbolises how friendships, success, anything that makes you feel great pass ever so quickly...haha I'm going on a tangent here sorry (that's what I get for studying English literature!). But yep another reason why I love him so much is because hey! He MAY be a fictional character and he MAY not be real (ugh that breaks my heart everytime realising that) but that means he cant exactly leave you right? What drawn me to the onceler fandom is that people make different versions and ocs of him and honestly? I loved that. Seeing everyone's comfort oc of onceler made me want to do the same. So, already being a huge lover of music as well as onceler being one of my biggest fandoms ever, I decided to make music for him. Regarding the fact that people may not be comfortable with what people do with their onceler ocs...hm. I'm a bit scared if Ive done something that may be offensive since I looked into many askblogs, active currently or not and they always gave me inspiration so I made songs about them. God I loved the truffula flu so much that I made a whole handful of songs about it (for each character like Swag, Rocky, entre, 72 etc etc). My boyfriend who is in the onceler fandom and is also recovering from a few things that happened recently helped me with the guitars (we HAD to include it as the main instrument - it is onceler themed songs after all!). If this is offensive though dont worry, we didn't really share out the songs to anyone or made it public it was just a fun thing we did together in our studio. But we will stop if it is. We made our own onceler rockstar au called "Thneed! Look Sharp!" (heavily inspired off Roxettes 1988 album "Roxette! Look Sharp!" since we were big pop rock fans as well. We made songs for it as well and I even wanted to create an askblog of it but I'm conflicted because yes, my fear is that something so precious and private I've made myself with someone close...I'm scared it'll get ruined by people who unintentionally make stuff about it that I'm uncomfortable of.

And yes I understand that the fandom has changed a lot throughout, and it has died and come back during the years throughout (I even made a song circling about this thought - "Come Back Before You Leave"). For me, I found it a bit hard when the fandom started going since well, I found something new, SOMEONE new. The Onceler. He was so much more than just a fictional character, he was almost like a real person to me from how attached I am to him. If I never discovered him I would've never discovered my best friend, a type friend I haven't ever had in a long long time. And that's a big thing for me. That's what makes him so special, he gave me someone that I never thought I could ever have. I love them so much. But ever since they seemed to have left the fandom things have been a bit hard to the point we don't even talk for a month despite me wanting to talk to them. Ever since my boyfriend (who is aka their best friend) had a few unfortunate things happen and it's gotten harder...i haven't heard much of them at all despite me thinking I could rely on them since that's what they promised. It really makes me feel the way how onceler probably had felt when his family abandoned him and lord it hurts. So here I am, clinging on to him still because well unfortunately hes becoming my only source of comfort left. I'm holding on to him just hoping something good will come out, that's why I'm here on Tumblr. Its all a bit depressing really so I'll stop talking now lol. Onceler is also very special for me for many other reasons (a few mentioned earlier as well) and regarding the fact that yes the fandom I'm sure has changed especially on age varietys. The people I knew were in the fandom personally were all teenagers (like me) so I made friends with many of them quickly. When I made a tumblr account and looked at the askblogs from 2012 the authors seemed to be all in their 20s. It was interesting, all the onceler ocs were taken very seriously and the art! I loved it all. Honestly actually when I first started the fandom the first person I new related to it you since yours was one of the most prominent (and so beautifully stunning ofc!) I loved your Audrey ocs and it's what made me get Tumblr myself. You were always cool af from the start and even more so when I realised you were still in the fandom. Really admire that dedication, seriously. Even so, yes I agree. I suppose I'm just bitter from how hard things have been personally but I know i can't force people to stay. Still it's nice seeing people happy, it makes me happy too so I'll let them be. I just hope everyone who has drawn distant from me in the short period of time is okay, including my best friend....

Well maybe it's because I'm so new to the fandom still lol when you've been here for years. Its risen so quickly last year that it trended but now it's very hard to find anyone who is still active unless I go to Tumblr. So here I am asking on ask blogs that are active lol including yours. You were the first one that actually replied though! Thank you for taking the time, honestly it's been an encouragement to me since it gave me some comfort really

All that said can I ask something weird? Maybe I shouldn't ask this on a reblog but...can we be friends? I am wanting to look for more friends (since my social life has been absolute shit but then again when is it not LOL) but ngl, your friendliness is contagious XD I've heard a bit about kilonova (author of idol-ler I think) who is one of my close friends (and mother figure even) and I've wanted to be friends with you ever since, but I was too scared to ask! All that aside though thanks for answering, not only it made me feel a lot better in general but it also gave me a huge insight on the fandom too!

Hey, this might be a long one (though I'm new to Tumblr so idk how this even works tbh) but I got into the onceler a year ago? I'm still morbidly in love with this guy and ngl maybe I'm just here because I'm feeling sad that all my friends have left him already and moved on- still I knew that you were in the onceler fandom since the start and honestly i admired you a lot for that for staying with him for so long jsjjs- I wanted to ask since the fandom comes and goes every so often, how was it like in 2012/2013? Everyone has told me that now is really tame compared to how wild the fandom was when the movie came out and hearing about it I really wish I was there to witness it (i mean I could've but I was only little kid lol). Another question though how do you feel about the onceler fandom being revived then dying a few months later? Ngl it makes me feel pretty sad for onceler for some reason lol it just makes me think about him rising up to fame and success then falling back being alone again and the cycle continues. Still I know some are still active which gives me comfort

Hello! Aw it's always bittersweet when a friend loses interest in a thing you were both into but sadly it's part of life :,) As long as there were no hard feelings then you can cherish the memories you made together.

And actually I've talked before about how the fandom was in the past vs how I feel in the present, here are a few posts that may interest you: [link] [link] [link] If you want specifics of things that occurred you could check out this post too: [link] and then here is a really good summary of how the fandom evolved in 2012: [link]

^And related to that last link, this is one of the reasons that the fandom seems to "die" every so often I guess? People get inspired and make onceler ocs and then they eventually get deoncelerized and used in other projects, and I don't think that's a bad thing at all. The Once-ler is a fictional character from a book/movie so I don't feel bad for him, it's the real people that are/were in the fandom who matter more and it's really cool and heartwarming to see people have fun and make friendships that last beyond their time in the fandom. So all in all I think it's okay as long as our friends are happy. We can't force someone to like something.

All that said though, I think our perceptions are a bit different currently because I feel like the fandom has been booming for the past year? 😂 Idk it seems really active to me at the moment!

#onceler #MY GOD MY FINGERS ARE FALLING OFF THIS TOOK SO LONG TO TYPE RAHHH #miru667 #Thank you so much for replying i never actually expected you too but omg this made me feel so much better already aaa-#you DO NOT need to reply to all of this please don't torture yourself drar god- im just hoping that you will see it nonetheless anyway JSJS

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convexicalcrow · 2 years ago

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Catching up with Tango streams. Got inspired. bc I keep neglecting that vex Cub/vex Tango series I started nearly a year ago lol.

tw (nonsexual for this fic) master/slave dynamic, amnesia, possession, but it's all as consensual as anything to do with Vex possession usually is lol. Also fluff and cuddles and Tango overthinking things while Cub grinds like the grindy grinder that he is. Read below, or on AO3. <3

"You're sure this is going to work? You won't be able to read my mind, slave?" Tango said as he reached down to touch Cub's head.

Cub was kneeling on the ice in level one, head bowed. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the Vex chattering in his head. They had suggested this, though it hadn't taken Cub long to consent. He wanted to enter the dungeon for the first time blind.

"It will work, master, I promise. Scar used this to keep me from finding out about what he was doing at Area 77. Hopefully this will let me help a little more, master, without spoiling myself for Decked Out," Cub said.

"Well, we'll see, we'll see. There's still a lot that you won't be able to help me with. There's too much only I can do. But at least you won't overhear my thoughts," Tango said.

"If I may be so bold as to make another suggestion, master, if having a second pair of hands would be helpful for some jobs, the Vex can make me forget things. When I'm wearing the mask. They-They possess me, master. I am just a vessel for Them, after all," Cub said. "So you could show me things, but I wouldn't remember them later."

"Oh, really? Well, that changes things if you won't remember anything. Is that just when you're wearing the mask? Does it happen all the time? Or do you-, well, do they, I guess the Vex decide that, don't they?" Tango said.

"It's every time I wear the mask. I remember very little from the pranks we did in season 5, if that tells you anything. It's all just blank when I think about how they were made," Cub said.

"So I just make you wear the mask and that's it? You forget everything? That seems like a dangerous amount of trust you would put in me, Cubby. I could do anything to you, like, like, I dunno, make you eat lava or something! And then make you not remember I did that to you! Are you sure you want to trust me with that kind of power?" Tango said, unsure he trusted himself if he was honest.

"I am just a vessel for the Vex. Use me as you will. Your word is the word of the Vex. I will obey," Cub said reverently. "The fact you are even doubting yourself is what makes me trust you. I know you won't hurt me. It would get in the way of Decked Out being finished."

Tango laughed. "Hey! No cheek from you, slave! Geez. Alright. Get your mask on then. Let's see how much you remember once I'm done with you."

"Yes, master," Cub said, the mask materialising in his hands. As soon as the mask touched his skin, Cub was no longer in control.

Tango stood back, watching Cub work. Gathering materials, that was safe enough for now, right? A proof of concept, at any rate. Once he knew Cub didn't remember, then he could deploy him for other tasks that were perhaps a little more sensitive. Of course, he entertained the idea of doing unspeakable things to him while he was in this state, but as Cub had said, that would just delay finishing Decked Out, and he'd hate himself for that. There was too much to do to waste his time messing around.

Cub's Vex form was a strange thing to behold. Tango hadn't specified nudity, so Cub was essentially himself, but with blue-grey skin and a Vex head, with empty white eyes and a thick leather collar around his neck.

Fun fact about that collar, though. Tango had discovered that if he grabbed it in a certain way, like how you might grab a dog's collar to control it and hold it back, Cub froze and dropped to his knees. It was like an instant switch in his head went off. Maybe he'd done that a couple of times once he'd learnt about that, just for shits and giggles. He was still getting used to having Cub at his beck and call, because he knew so much of his work didn't actually need an assistant, so finding things for him to do would sometimes be tricky. But he was learning to enjoy it.

Cub, meanwhile, placed yet another shulker of deepslate at his feet. "How many more, master? I have done seventeen so far."

Tango could verify that. His enderchest was full of the stuff. Cub was nothing if not thorough, and not above a grindy mining session. That said, Tango did make him take rest breaks, just because even he couldn't make himself mine deepslate for ten hours straight without breaks, let alone make another Hermit do it for him.

"Another four and then we're done, slave. You've done very well today, good work," Tango said.

"Thank you, master," Cub said.

"Do you need more shulkers? I've got plenty to spare," Tango said.

"I have two empty ones, master, that's all," Cub said.

Tango gave him two more. "There you go. Fill those four up, then we're done, alright? We'll go rest."

"Yes, master," Cub said. He took the shulkers, got to his feet, and went to continue mining.

Cub had fallen asleep in his bed as soon as Tango had tucked him in. It had been a bit of an effort to get him back to Scar's tree and down to the basement where Cub still lived, but the man was exhausted and Tango could tell. He used a little Vex magic to remove Cub's Vex mask and laid it down near the bed.

"There you go. Have a good rest, Cubby. You've earned it," Tango murmured, daring to brush Cub's fringe out of his eyes.

Tango didn't need to stay. Nothing was making him stay. He could go back to the dungeon and maybe sort out some shulkers. Maybe do a little more terraforming. Cub didn't need a babysitter. He was fine. He'd be fine. But Tango needed to be sure. And, if he was honest, maybe it was nice to be … not in his cave for a while?

God, the soft woody, leafy scent of Cub's basement was actually kind of soothing. He had a comfy chair to sit on, a nice hot chocolate, and a moment of silence to just think. The Vex seemed content. There were soft wings on the back of his neck, a sign he'd come to understand as their presence, but also their approval or their pride in him or something like that. A comforting gesture that meant he was doing well.

Still, he wasn't sure how to feel about it. Sure, having Cub help with things, and then not remember them, did solve a lot of his problems when it came to getting outside help with Decked Out. On the other hand, he was deliberately giving him memory gaps. But it was to keep him spoiler-free for the game! It was what Cub wanted! But- gah! Tango hated caring this much. Well, no, he didn't. But he wished he could shut his brain off long enough to enjoy this.

And it's not like Cub had been mining on his own while Tango just hung around and watched. He'd been mining too. They'd dug out so much more together than they would have if they'd done it on their own. And Cub was still perfectly capable of conversation, so it was even fun! It was… nice, Tango was willing to admit, to work with someone else and not be on his own.

Cub slept on. Tango wondered if Cub would be just as achey as he felt. He kept idly massaging his hands, knowing he should properly take care of himself given the pain in his shoulders, but ehh. Future Tango problem.

"Maybe a rest would do me good, too. It's not like I have anything else to do. And that bed does look very comfy," Tango mused.

A small, tiny voice in his head whispered to him. Sleep. Sleep. Barely audible but Tango heard them. He understood as a deep weariness filled his body.

He got to his feet. Kicked his boots off. Removed his outer robe and draped it over the chair. Made his way over to the empty side of the bed and carefully slipped under the covers. He was immediately filled with warmth. Something about those nether woods just radiated heat. He'd barely settled when Cub rolled over, pulling him into his arms.

"I'll silence your brain if you're not careful, master," Cub murmured, still appearing to be asleep as he settled down, resting his head against Tango's chest.

Tango smiled. He would've replied, but he was asleep before he thought of a response, the warmth from the bed and from Cub's body doing him in.

"You don't- do you remember anything? About yesterday?" Tango ventured as Cub opened his eyes the next day. They were still in bed. Tango felt wrecked. Cub reached for his hand, and kissed the back of it softly.

"If it's important, the Vex will let me remember," Cub said, completely unfased at any potential lack of memories. "Did we do a lot of digging? My body feels like we did a lot of digging. I hope it was helpful for you, master."

"We did. It was very helpful, thank you, Cub. Did you remember that, or are you just going off how sore your body is?" Tango said.

"Ehh." Cub shrugged nonchalantly against the pillow.

Cub did grind a lot, to be fair. Tango felt he should probably be used to feeling like that. He should have expected that.

"You wanna get up any time soon then?" Tango said.

"Might just sleep here a bit more, maybe. You can go if you want to, though. I know you're busy. Gotta get back to the cave, right?" Cub said.

"Maybe I also wanna sleep for a bit, maybe," Tango said. "This bed's just so comfortable and warm. I'm kinda jealous you get to sleep here all the time. Where can I get myself a bed like this?"

Cub smiled. "Well, technically, I just copied the one Scar made upstairs. I can build you one if you like. Maybe I can build you a bedroom in one of the towers for you to sleep in. A small space of your own away from the dungeon. I mean, I've been around that whole cave, and from what I remember, you don't have anywhere for yourself. Even I've got this place when I'm working on bigger projects."

"You don't need to do that, Cubby, really. I'm fine. I don't need it," Tango said, unwilling to focus on such luxuries as a bedroom he'd probably never use, at least not until the game and its winner was done and over with, and he could finally do something else.

"Yeah you do. If you won't leave the cave, at least give yourself a space to retreat to when you need a break. I'm not beyond dragging you there when you need it either," Cub said, a slight light-hearted threat in his voice.

Tango laughed. "Alright, alright, go build me something beautiful. But make it easy for a lazy man to access, because I ain't going far if you want me to sleep in a proper bed."

"Leave it with me, Tango. I'll sort you out," Cub said. He pulled Tango into his arms, refusing to let him go. "Now you're gonna stay here with me for a while because if you're as sore as me, you don't wanna be doing anything else right now. Maybe later we'll go to Keralis' place. A swim and a sauna will do you good. Then I'll let you go back to the cave, alright?"

Tango surrendered. Not that he needed much convincing. Perhaps this was what Cub was here for. To stop him burning out. Sure, the other hermits were always concerned about that, but they had their own stuff to do. Cub was right here, giving himself to Tango to use as he saw fit. Maybe his worth wasn't in the digging, but in the companionship. Maybe that was what he'd needed more than anything else.

#hermitshipping #fanfic #cub/tango #cubfan135 #tangotek #vex cub #vex tango #master/slave #amnesia #possession #nonsexual power dynamics #at least in this fic #but there is aftercare and cuddling #they take care of each other <3

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rainydayarcaneimagines · 3 years ago

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In Sickness and Health, I Suppose (Viktor x Fem!reader)

Warnings: Deep ass conversations, chronic illness, self loathing, innuendos of the DEVILS TANGO

To say having an assistant after being one was weird for Viktor would be an understatement. Heimerdinger had a firm belief the young man needed assistance with his work, seeing as Viktor would seriously neglect to take care of himself. He never seemed to realize how bad his habits were until he'd get sick. The fact Jayce was out on some trip wasn't helping either, the one person who could typically talk the boy into taking a break was gone off in another country to pitch hextech. So, in hopes of stopping the terrible habits, Heimerdinger told the boy to get an assistant.

Viktor, being the stubborn ass he was, declined. This was not a good enough of an answer to the professor and so he sent Viktor an assistant himself.

"Uh... Am I in the right lab?" You asked. "Probably not if you're here." Viktor muttered, tinkering with something. "Is your name Viktor?" You asked. "Yes?" He said confused. "Oh, see I am in the right place." You said. "What are you here for? Delivery? Another one of Jayce's failed set ups?" Viktor asked, still not turning around. "No, actually I am your assistant. Heimerdinger sent me." You said. Viktor dropped his tweezers, finally turning around. "Wha-" and that's when he laid eyes on you.

You stood there holding a book in your hand. "...I don't need an assistant." Viktor said. "Yeah no, I'm not able to be fired by you." You said. Viktor frowned. "I do not need an assistant." He said. "Heimerdinger isn't going to take no for an answer and I am as stubborn as he is, it's why he chose me. Unfortunately I am not going away. Now... I've got this stopwatch. The second, and I mean THE SECOND it hits hour three, you are taking a break." You declared. "And what makes you think I'm going to do that?" Viktor scoffed. "Because, as petty as this sounds, I will get Heimerdinger to bug the ever living shit out of you until you take an hour long break." You declared. Viktor sighed, turning back to his work.

You were quiet, him nearly forgetting you were there until that damn stopwatch beeped. "It's break time." You said. Viktor sighed. "No." "No? Okay, then I'll be back." You said. "Wait." Viktor halted. He turned back around, grabbing his crutch. "I will take a break." He finally sighed. "Good. Less I have to do." You nodded. You went back to reading, Viktor raising a brow as he stood up. "Why did you want to be my assistant?" He asked. "Well, for one Heimerdinger asked me, I wasn't in a position to say no. Two, you actually gave a lecture in one of my classes once." You said. Viktor rose a brow. "I did?" "Yeah, you actually got me to focus. Inspired me to become an engineer myself." You said. "So you're a student?" He asked. "No, graduated. Around the time Hextech was officially created actually." You recalled. "Ah." Viktor nodded. You continued to read.

Viktor at first, absolutely despised having you in the lab. He went to Heimerdinger practically begging him to take you back, but of course Heimerdinger wasn't having it. Viktor began to ignore you for the most part, until you told him to take breaks. He underestimated your ability to annoy him into taking a break only once, not realizing you kept a whistle on a chain and blew it as loud as possible for a minute straight until he caved. Viktor finally learned to just deal.

It wasn't until week five he realized you were useful. He was building a robotic fighting dummy, something that Heimerdinger asked for and was struggling to put certain things together due to it being as awkward angles his unfortunately fragile body wouldn't allow. He sighed, you sitting on your stool and reading. "I don't suppose I could ask you for help with this?" He asked. You looked up. "You're asking me? To do my job? My god I am shocked. Shocked I say." You said sarcastically. Viktor rolled his eyes, handing you a wrench. "Guide me on what you need." You said, taking the wrench and sliding underneath the large surface. "Do you see a bolt near a red wire?" He asked. "Yes" "Turn it right." He said. You did as instructed. "Stick your hand out." He said. You pulled back so that your hand was exposed and he set a pair of tweezers in it. "Find the green wire" he said. "Yep." "Take it and make sure the wire is twisted-" "you did this wrong." You said. He blinked. "Excuse me?" "You did this wrong." You repeated. "I did not-" "the black wire is around the silver screw, that won't work that's making the gate open, this thing won't have power if you do that." You said. "I-" "the green wire belongs there. Let me fix it." You said. "I did not do it-" "would you shut it and hand me a ammeter please so I don't accidentally kill myself?" You hushed. He scoffed but did as asked.

You rewired it, the eyes on the bot flashing blue. Viktor blinked. "Anything happen?" You asked. He wanted so badly to be an ass and say no so you'd struggle, but that would stop his progress so he was honest. "Yes. It powered on." Viktor said. You slid out, a bit of grease on your cheek as you smirked at him. "Told you so."

Viktor discovered that you had a natural talent for electrical engineering. He began to realize how smart you truly were as you helped him various times with projects. You didn't mind getting your hands dirty, you would make sarcastic comments but would help Viktor without asking questions. Just how far you'd go for Viktor was proven the day a project backfired.

He tinkered with a small part that was to go into the bot, him not realizing that another piece was made of a material that was reactive to heat. You heard a light rattle and looked up, noticing the screw near the soldering iron. You frowned, watching it even though Viktor didn't pay it any mind seeing as it was not near him. At least until the metal piece shot forward with the force of something that could've done serious damage to Viktor. However something blocked him from getting hit.

In fact he didn't realize what had happened. He heard a bang and you were standing with your back facing where the metal had fired towards. It wasn't until the metal piece clanged against the floor and you dropped with it that he realized what had happened. "Oh my god- Y/N!" He gasped as you seemed winded. You put your hand up as if to stop him. "I-I'm fine. I'm-I'm okay." You assured. He looked at you concered. "Y-you left the heat s-sensitive piece near a so-soldering iron." You said. Viktor unplugged the iron and turned, you still seeming like the wind had been knocked out of you.

"You didn't have to do that." He muttered, extending his hand to you. You took it, slowly rising. "O-of course I did- OW!" you yelped as you tried to stand up. "Come on." He said "what-where are we going?" You asked. "The infirmary. It's across the hall." "Oh so you typically do stupid shit that gets you injured. Good to know." You said breathlessly. You walked forward, wincing before Viktor's eyes widened. "Y/n, you're bleeding." He said. "O-oh. Lovely." You breathed. Viktor, at least best as he could walked you across to the infirmary.

"Did you get hurt again Viktor?" The nurse asked, not looking up after hearing the sounds of his crutch. "My assistant did." He said making her look up. "Oh god- what happened!?" She gaped. "Metal." You muttered. She frowned seeing the blood slowly coming through your shirt, her removing it. Viktor looked away, you wincing. "Oh jesus that is bruised to hell and back." She said. "Yeah, the pounding pain told me that." You muttered. "The cut isn't deep, it needs antiseptic." She muttered before walking away. You seemed tired by this interaction, not wanting to be there.

"Thank you." Viktor muttered, not turning around. "What?" "Thank you. For... saving me." "It was nothing." You muttered. She came back with antisepti, you sighing. "Need anything?" She asked. "Well, bourbon isn't a reliable answer so I'm going to go with no." You sighed before feeling the stinging. You yelped, Viktor feeling guilty as you did. When the nurse doubled back you nearly screamed, gripping the railing of the bed you were near. "IF YOU HATE ME JUST FUCKING SAY IT!" you breathed, the pain overwhelming your ability to think. The nurse stopped. "Okay- Okay calm down! We're done. We're done. We just need to bandage you. Viktor, I suggest you pay attention because you will probably be the one who helps her do this." The nurse said. He frowned. "But-" "Dude, just do what she says so I can get out of here" you said pleadingly. He slowly turned around, still not looking at you.

"Alright, Viktor come here." The nurse said, holding a bandage. "Y/n, can you remove your bra?" The nurse asked. Viktor seemed to struggle to breathe as you said a small "kay" and took off your bra. "Okay. Now Viktor, pay attention to how I do this, alright?" She said. He nodded and slowly looked towards the nurse's hands, practically hyperfocusing so he could ignore the fact that you were half naked. She finally finished. "Alright. If you have any questions, come to me, let me know if it starts doing anything weird or if it looks infected, alright?" She said. Both of you made sounds of agreement, you putting your shirt back on.

Viktor and you left, you looking relieved the instant you stepped into the hall. "Do you not like the infirmary?" Viktor asked. You tensed up again. You looked down. "When I was a kid, uh... I was sick all the time. I to this day have to be watched by the doctor's on campus everytime I catch so much as a cold. Uhm... " you crossed your arms and seemed nervous. "I was in the hospital all the time... I just... something about being in the hospital or an environment like a hospital makes me think of when I was sick. My heart is the issue, I think. At least that's the one thing I remember hearing when I was kid." You muttered. Viktor was shocked to hear this but nodded.

"I took the job Heimerdinger offered me because my parents micromanage everything I do. This was the first time I got offered a job where they didn't hear about it first. And..." you gave a humorless laugh "for the first time instead of me needing someone, someone needed me." You said. Viktor looked at you. "Since we're being honest... I'm dying." Viktor admitted. You looked over surprised. "I am originally from the undercity and because of that I got exposed to chemicals I shouldn't have when I was a child. It started with muscle deterioration and it's like it worked it's way into my lungs." He explained. You swallowed hard. "I don't take care of myself because I just never saw the point. I... I'm dying. Slowly but surely and it feels like no matter whatI do... Nothing will matter." Viktor said.

Silence fell over the two of you before you did something Viktor did not expect. You hugged him. He blinked a few times. "You may be my unofficial boss, but you're my friend first Viktor. You matter. What you say and what you do, matters." You muttered. He slowly hugged you back, nearly allowing his crutch to fall but you caught it smiling. "Did you just call me your friend?" Viktor asked as you slowly pulled away after a bit. "I don't know what you're talking about." You said making him smile. That was the first time you had ever seen him do that.

Your heart seemed to beat faster seeing this, you smiling back though on the surface appearing to be friendly. Internally you were screaming as you realized how Viktor was not always the stuck up pretentious scientist you had to put up with.

You over the course of the next few days seemed awfully flustered to do portions of your job that required a closeness with Viktor. You weren't sure why your reactions after seeing him smile was so intense compared to before but now you were always stuttering, usually unable to speak fully like before. Partially because Viktor was now comfortable working closer to you. Course, this didn't change the obvious discomfort from when he had to change your bandages. His face would slowly turn red and he'd focus on the bandage with intense focus. You didn't question it though, you now feeling more nervous as he'd have to see you partially naked.

You buttoned your shirt back up after he had changed your bandage when you heard a bag drop. "I'm back!" Said a voice. Viktor looked up. "Jayce!" He said. You turned around, Jayce hugging Viktor before noticing you. "Who's that?" Jayce asked Viktor. "Y/n, my assistant." He said. Jayce gaped. "Did Heimerdinger hold you hostage while I was gone?" Jayce asked. "Well he kind of sent her to me. But it's fine, she's great, you'll like her." Viktor shrugged. "....Wow, I am weirded out by the fact you're so calm that she's your assistant and you are happy you have help." Jayce said. You snorted. "Don't laugh" Viktor said. "Well, the fact your partner can tell you're a stubborn ass speaks wonders for your winning personality Viktor" you said making Viktor roll his eyes and shake his head.

Jayce rose a brow. "So how did it go?" Viktor asked, you sitting on your stool. You read silently as the men talked Viktor referencing some of the things you two dealt with while you were away. Viktor spoke with Jayce with such excitement, you couldn't help but smile as you heard him speak. Jayce seemed to notice it too but said nothing, watching his friend speak with happiness in his voice as he mentioned you.

As the days passed with Jayce back in the lab, he was exposed to what your work ethic looked like, which was sarcatic comments, coffee, and scientific observations. A match seemingly made in heaven as the you and Viktor would make quips back and forth when you spoke. Jayce did pick up on your subtle nervousness when Viktor was close to you but it seemed Viktor never picked up on it. He would work silently and the light beeping of your stopwatch would go off, him sighing but taking a break. When he did, each and every time without fail, Viktor spent his breaks with you, the two of you seeming to be close.

You finally left one night, Viktor packing up to leave as well. "Viktor, can I ask you something?" Jayce asked. "Yes?" "How long have you loved Y/n?" Jayce asked. Viktor paused, looking over. "What?" "You sit with her when we have to go to meetings, you two share inside jokes, you don't mind getting close to her, you laugh around her, you smile around her... Viktor, do you love her?" Jayce asked. "I don't know what you're talking about, she's my friend." Viktor muttered. Jayce squinted. "What?" "Sorry, just trying to see through the bullshit in front of me." Jayce said earning an eye roll from Viktor as he walked out.

The next morning, Viktor walked into an lab with only Jayce in it. "....Where's Y/n?" He asked. Jayce looked up. "Heimerdinger said she was sick this morning." Jayce said. Viktor frowned. "Sick?" He asked. "Sick." Jayce nodded. This seemed to alarm Viktor as he turned back around immediately and made his way to Heimerdinger's office. Heimerdinger looked up. "Oh! Viktor! Good morning." He said. "Y/n, is she alright?" Viktor asked. "Ah, you heard she was sick." Heimerdinger nodded. "Yes, is she fine?" "She's staying home with a family doctor." Heimerdinger said. "Is there a way I can see her?" Heimerdinger rose a brow. "...Yes, I can give you her address." He said. "Thank you." Viktor said relieved.

You were in bed, coughing and Hallie, the family doctor sat on the edge, handing you water and medication. "Here you go" she said softly. "This sucks." You huffed before taking your medication. Hallie chuckled, feeling your forehead. "Well the fever's died down. So that's good. At least you're not hallucinating anymore." Hallie shrugged. "I kept seeing walrus's." You said making her laugh. You smiled, hearing a knock on the door.

Hallie rose a brow but opened it, confused. Your eyes widened and you looked at Viktor. "Uh... who's-" you coughed. Immediate concerned washed over his face as you shivered and Hallie walked back over, sighing as she put the thermometer in your mouth. You seemed sick of the damn thing. "Wath are yo doin here?" You asked. He rose a brow and looked at you. You swatted away the thermometer. "What are you doing here?" You asked again, more clear. "I heard you were sick and I remember what you said to me about what happens when you're sick." Viktor said. "I don't want to get you sick." You said coughing. "Y/n-" "for the love of all that is holy, get the scanner, I cannot take that damn glass thing anymore, I'm tired of it." You huffed. Hallie rolled her eyes and ignored the request, promptly putting the thermometer back in your mouth. She took it out after a bit looking satisfied.

"Is she alright?" He asked Hallie. "She's a lot better than she was this morning. She was out of it this morning. Kept saying someone's name and mentioned walruses. Was the walrus named Viktor or something?" Hallie asked. You chuckled. "No actually, that is Viktor." You said tiredly. Hallie rose a brow. "Boyfriend?" "Boss. Pain in the ass. Best friend. Losing track of all his titles right now" You said, Viktor rolling his eyes but seeming amused. You coughed again groaning. "The coughing is hurting the bruise- Can my immune system not be fucked for five minutes?" You whined. A small smile fell over Viktor.

Over the course of the next few days, you remained sick, slowly recovering. The last night you were sick, Viktor stayed around for seeing as Hallie finally went home after your last dose of medicine. "You don't have to stay you know." You said softly. "I know." He said. "You're missing work." You muttered. "Trust me, Heimerdinger will think it's a miracle" he said making you chuckle. You coughed but didn't seem like you were in pain as you did. "Injury better?" "I mean, cut is still there and it hurts but it's easier to ignore." You said. Viktor nodded. "You going home?" You asked as he got up. "No, I'm grabbing a chair." He said. "Viktor-" "Just... let me do this. Please." He said softly. You nodded and he sat down, you sighing. "I hate this." You grumbled. "I know, you've made that clear in the last five days." Viktor teased. You chuckled. "I wish being sick meant like, a cough at most. But no, it's like 'Oh look, I'm one sneeze closer to death!'" You said making Viktor laugh. You smiled, looking over at him.

"I love it when you laugh." You said looking at him. "Well, you are very funny." He said. "Oh I'm hilarious. I need to try an open mic night, I'd be a hit." You said, clearly loopy from the medicine. Viktor smiled. "But I love it when you do that! Your smile- I love your smile." You said. Viktor rolled his eyes. "You need sleep." He said. "I love being around you, it's so fun, you're a good guy- oh and I love when you get all happy because you've had a breakthrough, it's so cute." You giggled. Viktor couldn't help but smile. "Y'know, I love my job, I love working for you- I also think I love you but I dunno I keep that to myself." You shrugged. Viktor blinked. "What?" "I love working for you!" You said. "No. After that. What?" He asked. "Oh. You mean when I said I love you. Yeah, yeah I love you. I feel like it'd obvious but I dunno. Do you feel tired? I feel tired." You said. Viktor stared at you.

"You love me?" He asked. "Well no shit Sherlock, I mean, you look finneeee as fuuccckkk. And on top of that you get me. I mean, you've got golden eyes- who the hell has golden eyes!? It's like honey, or-or that one shiny rock uhhhh" "gold?" "YEAH! that stuff!" You said. Viktor smiled and you smiled back, slowly closing your eyes.

The next morning you woke up to Viktor being asleep in a chair. You chuckled, yawning, but got out of bed. "Ow" you grunted, feeling the bruise on you. Viktor opened his eyes looking at you. "Shit, I did not mean to wake you" you apologized. "No, you're fine. Need help?" He asked. "Uhm... probably, I need to change my bandage." You said. Viktor nodded getting up. "Do you remember anything from last night?" He asked, wondering if you recalled your love confession. "Was singing involved?" You asked. "Uh no?" He said helping you walk. "Then no. Because I think I got out a joke about an open mic night and just blacked out." You said making Viktor snort. "Wait, did I say something about your eyes?" You recalled.

"Yes, you compared them to shiny rocks." He said, walking you to the bathroom. "Oh. Oh yeah and then I went on a tangent and-" your eyes went wide and you froze. "Y/n-" "Oh no." You realized. "Y/n, you were on medication, you were out of it, we don't have to talk about it" he said. You looked and him and groaned. "Damn it!" You whined. "Really it is fine, we're fine-" "I did not want you finding that out while I was zonked out on pain medication hallucinating a beachtrip with a penguin in a fedora!" You whined making Viktor blink. "What goes on in your mind?" He asked. "A lot- Viktor I am so sorry if made you uncomfortable, I did not mean to-" "You're fine Y/n really-" "Because I will put in a resignation today if you need me to on account of the fact that I'm an idiot-" "No!" Viktor halted. You looked at him concerned and he sighed. "Y/n, you're okay. You are fine. I have many questions, especially on the penguin. We can just pretend it never happened, alright?" He said. You nodded and he took a bandage off of the bathroom counter. "Now... strip, you need to change the bandage." Viktor said making you laugh.

Your relationship with the man certainly changed seeing as both of you became PAINFULLY awkward around each other to a point where Jayce wanted to scream. Two weeks went by and finally he had enough. You had gone for the day and Viktor was packing up. "Hold it." Jayce halted. "What happened between the two of you?" Jayce asked. Viktor frowned. "I...." Viktor set down his bag. "I messed up." He muttered. "How?" "Well, Y/n needed help so I stayed with her the last night she was sick and she was basically high on painkillers and admitted she loved me." He explained. Jayce rose a brow. "And what did you say?" "Well when she was lucid she started freaking out, so to calm her down I said we could ignore it." Jayce facepalmed as Viktor spoke. "Viktor, during this freak out, what did she say?" Jayce asked. "What?" "During her freak out, did she say why she was freaking out?" Jayce asked. "She didn't want me to find out while she hallucinating a beachtrip with a penguin in a fedora." Viktor recalled. Jayce blinked. "I have many questions on that one. But do you not hear that wording though?" Jayce asked. "What do you mean?" Viktor asked. "I mean, do you realize she basically said 'I didn't want you to find out like this'? Meaning she planned on telling you eventually? Meaning you unintentionally rejected her?" Jayce asked. "....Oh no." "Yeah" "no" Viktor groaned. "Let it out buddy" "No no no-" "Feel the burn." Jayce nodded. "How did I not see it- GOD!" Viktor groaned into his hand and Jayce nodded. "I have to tell her." Viktor concluded." "What?" "I have to tell her I love her, she- I need- Bye!" Viktor grabbed his bag and crutch, leaving. "....Wow. he's a fucking idiot." Jayce snorted.

You were sitting on your couch reading when you heard knocking, you looking up. You checked your clock seeing that it was almost midnight, looking through your peephole to see Viktor. You pulled back confused, opening the door. "Viktor, is everything okay?" You asked. "I love you." Viktor said. You blinked. "What-" "You are one of the greatest people I have ever met, you're funny, you're intelligent, you're beautiful, you're kind, you have this charming sarcasm that makes me laugh, and if I am scaring you or making you uncomfortable in any way, please stop me now because the last thing I would want to do is hurt you." Viktor said. You swallowed hard. "I love you. I love your laugh, I love your smile, I love that you use pencils as a way to hold up a bun in your hair, I love the fact that you are smart and you know that, I love that you can admit when you're wrong, I love your sarcasm, I love it when you read because I can always tell when something interesting happens you show it on your face, I love your jokes, I love everything about you." Viktor said. You smiled, looking at him. "Is there anything else?" You asked. "After all of that you want more? I mean, I can talk more but-" you cut him off with a kiss, him dropping his bag and nearly his crutch until you caught it. He smiled against your lips, you pulling away for air eventually. "Do you want to come inside?" You asked quietly. Viktor nodded, you grabbing his bag and taking his hand.

The next morning you woke up to Viktor's arm around you, you smiling to yourself as you rolled over. He lazily opened his eyes smiling instantly the second he saw yours. "Morning" he greeted. "Good morning." You said. Viktor moved strands of hair out of your eyes, looking at you affectionately. "You're beautiful in the morning." He said softly. You snorted. "Uh, sure, if you consider a person who looks like a raccoon nested in her hair attractive MAYBE." You said making him chuckle. "You are beautiful in the morning." He said you rolling your eyes. "Oh my god that's so cheesy." You laughed making him smile. "I mean, my god you're handsome in the mornings, seriously I'm jealous but like- you're cheesy. We're talking cheesy in a cheese factory cheesy. " You teased making him laugh.

You both walked into work and Jayce looked over. "Hi you two, you're later than usual." Jayce noticed. "Uh, yeah, coffee line was long. Here." You said handing Jayce a cup of coffee. He looked at Viktor who was seated at his desk and then to you who was sitting on your stool. He almost felt disappointed in a way, assuming that maybe Viktor opted out of telling you. Then you pulled your hair back, exposing the side of your neck.

"Oh my god you two fu-"

#viktor x reader #viktor #viktor arcane

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bangtanpromptsfics · 4 years ago

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moonflower.

dialogue prompt #6: “It's 3 o'clock in the morning”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: established relationships, fluff

word count: 1,550

warnings: making out

summary: a 3am walk in the city with your boyfriend

a/n: got this inspiration from an instagram reel and I wanted to transfer that entire feel into this one shot. hope you guys enjoyy and please drop feedbacks it really boosts motivation!! p.s as soon as I completed this, butter official teaser was released SOOOO EXCITED!!!

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“It's 3 o'clock in the morning”, you take a breath in and resume kissing him, hands tangling in the locks at his nape.

“I know”, he rasps, pulling back to bring your foreheads together, taking a moment to immerse the image of your swollen lips and cold skin of your face “It'll be fun baby”.

You don't know who exactly started kissing. Jungkook came back from his night shift not long ago and he expected you to be asleep. But he was beyond happy to catch you peacefully listening to music and waiting for him, paying attention to arbitrary details of the city still alive below. What began as a welcome kiss soon turned into a brief makeout-session, the first press of his lips against yours truly reminding how much you missed Jungkook throughout the day.

And during small breaks of catching each other's breath, he suggested for a night walk, much like a date since he had been too busy this week.

“Okay”, you huff, still feeling your chest squeezing together to get the normal breathing rate. A smile tugs at his lips and with one final smooch he leaves you to change your clothes into something safe enough for walking through the cold night.

Maybe it's because you had been with Jungkook for so long that you basically adapted a lot of his fashion sense and little habits. When you step out of your small shared apartment, you both look like members of a punk band, all black and leather.

Jungkook smiles down at you, remembering how much you have changed, it felt like you grew bored of colors as well, much of your aesthetics going monochrome at this point. There was a time Jungkook even went worried about it, thinking you were somehow adjusting to him. But you reassured him that he was all the color in your life you needed.

Jungkook interlocks fingers with you, squeezing palms together as he leads the way down stairs.

“Where are we going exactly?”, you ask, an obvious curiosity he hasn't clarified yet.

“I don't know really. We'll figure that out”.

He always had a way with words which made you warm and curious at the same time. You just smile in return and wrap your hands around his leather clad arms and walk along.

You liked this. Dates with no particular destination to be in. Just strolling till your legs are tired, eating street food, getting coffee together or studying at the public library because your apartment is located at a not so silent heart of the city.

And you liked Jungkook very much too. It sometimes feels like lopsided that it demands to overflow from underneath your skin, and sometimes when you are making love to him or cuddling his head close to your chest, you believe he feels it too.

It hits you all of a sudden that you never shared those three words. Never ever uttered them in this two years of relationship and you question them now. Totally random of a realisation just like the day you woke up in a cold sweat accepting to self that you have to confess to Jungkook.

The first place you stop by is a heavily packed food truck selling korean food. It's a usually visited one so Jungkook ask for the customary meal, fire noodles. His favorite of street foods not because there wasn't anything better, he just adored your blush flushed face when you are done.

“Babe?”, he tears open the ketchup and squeezes the content with his chopsticks while watching you, “you good?”.

Apparently you had spaced out, still fueling on the thread of thoughts from earlier. You ground yourself to the present in a jolt, “I'm alright”. You give him a nervous smile.

Jungkook pulls his chair close to yours so that your arms and knees are touching, your skin growing hot despite not touching your noodles yet.

“What are you thinking about hm?”, he demands to know, but not intimidating you more than the point. He busies his hands mixing the ketchup into your noodles instead.

“I love you Jungkook”, you blurt, eyes planted on a random spot on the ground waiting for an outcome.

“And you realized that now baby?”, he chuckles, watching you all shy. He places his noodles from his lap to the table in front to fully face your direction.

“I love you too baby, so much. And I've said that so many times before, when you are sleeping, or when you were not listening. I think I was not as brave as you”, he confesses.

Your chest swells in warmth knowing he had always told you this. You peck his nose and dig into the food, finally able to feel the hunger settling down.

Content with the late night meal, you begin to stroll again after Jungkook laughs and cups your flushed red face. You always hated spicy food as a child but then this is another one of those quirks you caught up being Jungkook’s girlfriend.

“Where do you wanna go baby”, he asks, feeling lost of a trajectory for the date and now you are equally lost too, dwelled in the fact that he will lead the night.

“I don't know”, you state and at the sight of a specific place you continue, “wanna get some drinks?”.

Jungkook immediately giggles, “We both know you lose your mind over half a glass of rum love”.

You knit your brows together for a pout, “Well then you can carry me back home can't you? That would be romantic”, you press yourself to him for no apparent reason.

“Carry you all the way home?”, he muses, holding your whining head softly on his palms while pecking your forehead.

“C’mon Koo then why do you workout for three hours all day? Make some use of your muscle”

“Oh I make plenty use of these muscles and you know it”, he teases back and you smack his arms in response.

After a few very cliche comebacks you both agree to drink the night away. Good thing that Jungkook had a good tolerance to alcohol among you two. Carrying his drunk body single handedly for a smaller human like you would be a tedious task. The math was correct here, and so you start slurping your glass of whatever cheap whiskey they had.

You were enjoying all of this, truly to the core and to the point that you swore there is nothing better to life than this. But Jungkook always felt otherwise.

You see, you are not a rich couple. Just normal millenials who go to college supported with scholarships and debts to pay, several part time jobs and a very low key life where you prioritise your expenses and plan finance together. A couple who has not went on classy restaurant dates in glittery tight fitting dress, or even a sundress and expensive suits. He always wonders about the things that could make you happier and maybe one day he can afford that Italian restaurant you once said is really nice because your sister was proposed by her husband there. You'll look so beautiful in a dress and he can't wait to allure on that.

“Koo?”, you slur, already feeling consciousness leaving your body, “What are you thinking about now hmm?”

He smiles faintly at you swirling his drink and bringing it to his lips to think upon the answer a bit.

“Nothing babe. You look so beautiful right now”, he says.

And immediately you search for a reflecting surface to check yourself out, and that's because you're drunk. Your more sober self usually ends up processing a lot of butterflies at the pit of your tummy.

“I am!?”, you beam, finally able to see a very blurred something of your bummed out face with hair falling over and maybe there's even a little dried drool at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah”, he giggles, scooping you up in his arms for a tight hug, “Let's get home shall we?”

“Carry me pwese”

“C’mon love”, he helps you climb on his back for a piggyback ride, “I'll carry you”.

You tug your limbs a little tighter around Jungkook, he pats under your thigh to loosen up so he can walk. He listens to random mumbles you are whispering to him and he smiles occasionally, carefully paying attention to everything.

“I love you so much sometimes I don't know what to do with myself”, you say and Jungkook stops dead in his track to process the words a bit.

His skin turns red which you can't see and probably you wouldn't mutter such things on your sobering. And he is glad. Glad to know that you are content with what it is. His mind stirs around, his own set of booze blazing the thought further.

“Why did you stop Koo? You tired? Should I carry you?”

“You love me that much?”, he asks, completely dodging your questions.

“Yes. So much”, you kiss his cheeks, pressing down harder then usual to prove your point.

He is convinced you are the one who has a way with the words. You say things which brings him to his knees and you remain so oblivious to it.

“Let's get you home”, he states through a smile.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡♡

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