#Ty to those who joined me on stream<3

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yee haw 🤠

#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fire emblem #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #blue lions #myart #yeehaw gaming #save a horse etc etc #Ty to those who joined me on stream<3 #blacked out n spent 3 hours on this lmao #hesso primary triad

[rainiishowers]

HI AISDJIDJ

So if I may request something, could I ask for hcs for vtuber!mc? Second pov and gn? Sorry if requests are not open — and take ur time please! Ty if you do it tho <3 love ur works and pls don’t stress—

Yooo! I am so sorry for the delayed answering, I'm not ignoring you I swear Apologies for it being so long without a keep reading feature, it is not working for me 🙇‍♀️ --- Lucifer

Funnily enough, he heard this from Diavolo of all people

During one of his visits to the castle, the prince mentions that he heard you were on a platform for streaming and had "one of those cool looking avatars speaking for you"

With his curiosity peaked, he decided to ask you about this

When he knocks on the door, he hears a bit of talking before you allow him to come into your room

He opens your door and sees your computer set up, your monitor on and a limp anime looking avatar at the edge of your screen upon further inspection

He asks you about it, and you explain it to him

He nods at your (albeit simplified) explanation, telling you goodluck with it and to maybe get a sign on your door for when you're streaming so no one disturbs you

Honestly, he doesn't mind it, although he is a bit confused, he's supportive

It's kinda like trying to explain to an old relative that you do streaming or YT

As long as you don't get distracted from schoolwork, he'll let it be

Mammon

When he first hears about this, a few thoughts go through his mind

Do you profit off this?

How does it work?

And can he join in? (Mostly if the answer to the first question is yes, but bonding with you is always nice)

The first he hears you're a vtuber (probably through someone like Asmo) he goes to your room to ask you these questions

He listens intently as you tell him how it works and sets off to make his own model.. which proves to be a challenge..

Moving away from that, Mammon volunteers to be a sort of manager, which turns out to be pretty beneficial for both of you

But you mighttttt have to stop him before he tries to milk your viewers dry of their money....

Leviathan

A new vtuber has recently started to blow up, and he was watching their videos

However, rumours started circulating that they were in the Devildom, and that obviously got him excited

Obviously, he ranted to you about this, because he ranted to you about every new obsession

He found out about this through Dia, who you trusted with this info, and who accidentally let it slip that you were this vtuber..

Obviously, he freaked the fuck out, overstimulating himself and promptly fainting

He woke up in his own room and noticed you were with him, worried for his wellbeing

You two met gazes and he was quick to look away

"Levi.."

He looks up at you, meeting your gaze.

"I don't want you to see me any different, now that you know that I streaming.."

Now, he always saw you as above him, so that'll be quite hard, but after a long conversation with him, he agreed to not treat you any different now that he knows it

Satan

He noticed how much time you spent on your computer set up and got curious as to what you were doing

Once he found a proper way to word it, he would ask you

You two were studying when he decided to ask you about it, and further explains that he won't grill you for it after seeing your somewhat hesitant look

His curiosity grew as you go on to explain what you do

Once you finish your explanation, he simply nods

Satan was curious to learn more, and so he started doing his own research, and continually asking you questions

Sometimes he would stick around in your room while you stream, quietly reading a book.

Occasionally he would look up and smile at your enthusiasm

Asmodeus

He'd probably find this out by Satan dropping it into a convo and obviously he gets very curious

So, he goes to your room and knocks, hearing a "come in" before he opens to the door to see you wrapping up a stream

"Hey Asmo, what's up?"

"So Satan told me that you had a vtuber, and I'm quite intrigued!"

The more you explain and the more he thinks about it, this can boost his social media presence even more!

But he remembered that he didn't have a computer set up...

Asmo practically begs you to let him borrow your computer set up, just for this!

Although, he's sad that no matter how much he begs, you keep saying no

So, instead he goes on to try and spread the news of his lovely human streaming and obviously that boosts your viewer count

And hey if you feel up to it, maybe let Asmo control your vtuber, as a lil treat and thank you for boosting your viewer count

Beelzebub

When he first hears you do vtubing, he grew curious

So, he figured he'd just ask about it, so he goes to your room with some popcorn and knocks on the door

As soon as he got permission, he walks in and sees you just chilling

Beel walks over, offering some popcorn

"So, I heard from the others that you do something call vtubing..? What's that?"

You have some popcorn before going doing your whole explanation about it

Once you finish, he nods in understanding.

"That's cool! I'm glad you're having fun!" He gives a smile as he notices his popcorn is all gone

He goes on his way, going to get another snack

The man is genuinely happy that you have a hobby, he understands his brothers can be tiring at times, and you want a break from them

Sometimes he'll see the sign on your door that says you're streaming and leaves some food outside or knocks and peeks in, offering food, he doesn't want you to ignore your necessities for streaming after all

Belphegor

He definitely found this out by going to your room wanting attention, and saw you at your computer

You only recognized him when he came to peek over your shoulder, alarming you greatly.

"Belphie! Don't just sneak up on me like that!"

"Whatcha doing?" He asks

"Streaming."

"Huh.. Cool."

It may have not been entirely noticeable by his tired expression, but he did think it was cool

But right now it was taking your attention, and he cannot nap until he's on your lap

"When are you going to finish?"

"Uhm... Half an hour?"

Belphie huffs a bit out of annoyance before going back and flopping on your bed, deciding to just wait until you finish, but he might get a bit grumpy...

#obey me shall we date #omswd #om! brothers #om! mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #vtuber mc #looked over multiple times

[its-peanut-uwu]

ty for those who joined me for my first stream <3

#my art #vtuber #csp #clip studio paint #had a swell time streaming :))

[landinoandco]

Our Love is a Game

Lando Norris x Reader

Request from @jamieeboulos

Warnings: pinch of fluff, cute ending because they are the best

Word count: 2.7 k

Requests are open :)

It all started with a phone number, an innocent exchange that would subsequently change the world you knew; mostly for the better. When you had met Lando, as far as you were concerned you had just met a 21 year old who lived in London and had a passion for cars. How wrong you were. It was only when things started to get serious that he sat you down and explained everything that came with being a formula one driver; more importantly the fandom that he was involved in. 

You had always been a private person and admittedly this piece of information almost broke your relationship but after some time to think you had decided that he was worth it all. You both decided it was a better idea to keep your relationship as quiet as possible - you took every precaution to make sure you stayed a stranger to the fans.

For the past 2 years, you thought you had managed to stay clear of the cameras, the photos and the twitch streams but it wasn’t until a fan-made compilation caused your world to spiral out of control. 

You and Lando were out for a run, it was a part of your morning routine - a great way to start the day and it was time that you two could escape the motor sport world and act like a normal couple without worrying about who might be watching. It was time you both valued and appreciated. On this particular morning, Lando had decided to add to his Instagram story, a short video of his morning adventures - the mist still hanging around the trees as you ran under a heavily graffitied bridge, the early birds song chirping animatedly. At the time you didn’t think much of it as you were too busy tying your hair back up to notice. 

It wasn’t until you got home and looked at his story that your heart stopped, rushing over to the kitchen island you placed your phone down and ran your fingers through your hair. It was a blink and you’ll miss it moment but in the corner of his video - the last millisecond before it ended - there was a flash of a purple top (the purple top you had been wearing) and a swish of brown hair as you chucked it back up into a ponytail. 

“Lando.” You called out, trying to keep your voice as calm as you could. You didn’t know why it had affected you so much - or why you were so desperate to keep your identity a secret. It wasn’t like you wanted to hide your relationship; you were the happiest you ever had been, everyday was exciting and offered new prospects - it was more that you were so used to being in this bubble with Lando, the idea of it bursting seemed rather unappealing. Usually you didn’t care for how others saw you but seeing some of the words that people used to describe him, it would be enough to trouble even the thickest of skins. 

Lando’s close proximity broke your thoughts as he stared down at your phone, pausing on the flash of brown and purple. “I am so sorry, love.” He almost whispered, his eyes widening at his carelessness. He picked your phone up to take a closer look. 

“It will be alright, won’t it? I mean, it’s a blink and you’ll miss it.” You had said, more to reassure yourself than Lando. He didn’t answer, anxiety building in the pit of his stomach because he knew exactly what he had started. 

The fan-made compilation didn’t go viral until a few hours later - as it turns out that flash of purple was the perfect cherry on top of an unappetising cake. Lando was sat on stream - not that this was out of the ordinary and Max had decided to join him, leaving you alone to rewatch Friends for the umpteenth time. 

The pair were sat reacting to videos on YouTube when a clip of a seal swimming into a shoal of fish started playing - the amusing part was that they kept quickly dispersing away from the seal in question. Unsurprisingly, they laughed and Lando spluttered: “This is me trying to find a girlfriend.” What the fans didn’t know was the apparent irony of that sentence and this was what caused the major meltdown; whilst Lando and Max were busy crying with laughter - that chat had filled up with the same link and references to the video you would be redirected through. 

Max was the first to stop laughing, tapping Lando on the shoulder as he pointed at the chat. Hundreds of the same message filled the screen: “That’s not what this compilation shows.” “Lando, what are you hiding from us?” “Lando and Max laughing knowing very well he has a girlfriend.” 

“Chat what on earth are you waffling on about.” Max chuckled uneasily, looking at Lando out of the corner of his eye. Lando sat with a forced smile, his nostrils flaring as he continued through the comments. He could only let out a tense laugh as he swallowed thickly - his throat feeling suddenly dry. You were still sitting, completely engrossed and unaware that Lando Norris was now trending on twitter. 

Max had come up with an excuse to end the stream not long after, Lando uncharacteristically quiet. His thoughts were with you in the other room, had you seen it? Did you know? How would you react? He felt as though he had lost all control, like he had failed you entirely - all he wanted to do was protect you yet he was the one to screw it up. 

“Hey,” Max nudged his shoulder, “It was bound to happen at some point. Let’s go and see if she’s seen it - if not then -” He took a deep breath, “We will watch it together. We need to know what we are working with here.” Lando nodded, unable to reply, his body went into automatic pilot mode and too quickly he was standing facing you. 

Pausing the tv, you looked at Lando - his jaw tightened and facial expressions set as though he had just seen a ghost. “Is everything ok?” You asked apprehensively. 

“There’s something you need to see.” Max reached for his phone, pushing Lando onto the sofa. You offered your arm to Lando, pulling him into a hug. Max pulled up the video and pressed play. A tense atmosphere held the room hostage - breath restricted and gazes fixed onto the tiny screen in front of you. 

It started with a clip from this year’s Goodwood - Lando preparing to drive his last hill climb - you remembered it well, a McLaren hat placed on your head mainly to cover your identity; knowing that there would be more than a few fans around. The clip moved to 3 separate stills - all of you in your McLaren hat. One with your back to the camera, you hand placed around Lando’s waist, the other two a side profile as you spoke to Max. 

The reaction was immediate, you slapped your hand to your mouth, Lando looked horror-struck and Max was watching you carefully. 

The video moved on, this time a clip from the quadrant video where Niran trains like Lando for 24 hours - Lando and Niran were in the kitchen preparing to eat their breakfast when once again the video moved to stills. This time they were of your reflection in the oven - holding the camera. You had thought at the time, if you were behind the camera it would stop every chance of you accidentally being caught on camera. Apparently not. 

The video had moved on again, this time to stills of Lando arriving on track - of course there was no way for you to get on track without being photographed and you were fine with that because you would just arrive after Lando either with Jon or Charlotte. Photos of you arriving with Jon and Charlotte flashed up - with them you were just another member of staff but put with those other stills and it really did yell out that you and Lando were romantically involved. Finally the flash of purple from Lando’s story. The game was up. 

“Oh my-” You stuttered as the video came to an end. Fortunately your Instagram hadn’t been shown but judged by how skilled you knew the fans to be - it would only be a matter of time. “I feel sick.” You admitted, wiping your hands across your face. Lando still hadn’t said a word, staring blankly at the floor. Max was the first to come up with something logical, turning to you and Lando. 

“It will blow over.” He started, “The fans will soon lose interest and move onto the next big headline. We just need to ignore anything we see regarding the subject.” He moved his attention to you. “Maybe avoid social media for a few days. Let everyone cool down -” Sensing your means to interrupt, he held his hand up. “I know you shouldn’t have to and I know none of this is fair but unfortunately people have no boundaries and believe because it’s on social media it is their business. If they were in our situation, I’m pretty sure they would be the first to complain. Let’s just go along with it for now. It will give you time to think about what to do next.” 

Lando cleared his throat, pulling you closer into him. “I’ve failed you. All I wanted to do was protect you.” At this, Max got up and left. 

Shaking your head, you pressed your lips to his forehead. “You could never. Think about how long we kept it secret for. Besides, until we announce or admit anything - it isn’t confirmed.” You offered, trying to soothe his worries. He nodded, still not convinced. 

“Our love is like a game and it’s not a game I enjoy playing.” He croaked, lacing your fingers together. 

“I know, Lando, I know. Let’s let everything calm down and then we can think about what our next step is.” 

Weeks later and it was the night before you were due to leave for your summer holiday. You would be spending it with Lando and some of his friends and family. Due to the current pandemic, it had been so long since you had been away - even if it was a bigger group of you going; you were still looking forward to spending that quality time with Lando. 

Max had decided to take himself and Tom off to the streaming room - leaving you and Lando to sort out the remaining items you needed for your time away. 

“I have a present for you.” He said suddenly, his hands behind his back. You beamed, taking a step closer to him. He shook his head, “If you want it - “ He pointed at his lips. 

Rolling your eyes, you pecked his lips then held out your hands like a child. Lando chuckled, “Close your eyes.” Hands still outstretched and eyes closed, you waited for Lando to present you with your surprise. He grasped your left wrist and attached something to it - “No peeking.” He added. A moment or two later, he dropped his hold of your wrist and said: “You can open them now.” You could hear the smile on his lips. You opened your eyes and looked straight to your wrist - he had given you a pink watch. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him, his eyes twinkled as he then pointed to the orange watch on his wrist. 

“Watches?” You asked, confusion laced your tone. 

Nodding, he said, “We all have matching watches but in different colours - they are for our holiday away.” 

You gave him a lopsided grin and wrapped your arms around his neck, “I love it. Thank you.” 

In the streaming room, Max was having to ignore the majority of the comments because they were all asking the same thing: “Who was the girl from the compilation.” He was trying his hardest to keep moving off the topic, instead showing off the watches - it had been his idea, blue for him, orange for Lando, a child’s watch for Tom and a pink watch for you. He had listed off all of the colours and said who they belonged to: “And then pink-” He paused, mentally face palming. He looked over to Tom for assistance - he hadn’t meant to say pink at all. “And pink is for someone.” He cursed his poor excuse but as if by magic - Lando walked through the door. 

Distracting the stream from his slip up. 

Croatia was a dream come true, the hot summer sun on your back and the time to just relax and recharge. Days spent with Lando sunbathing on the boat or stuck in a tense game of Uno. Not being the only female was brilliant as well - as they got to go off and not feel guilty about leaving you on your own. 

Currently, you and Lando were standing in each other's arms - the afternoon drawing into the evening as the sun began to set. You had your arms around his neck and his arms were around your waist, sighing contentedly you broke the silence: “This is nice.” He pressed his lips into your hair, a sign that he agreed with your statement. In that moment, it was just you and him - everyone seemed to disappear from around you and all worries vanished. It was the simple yet affectionate moments that had always meant the most to you. You felt as though you could relax every muscle in your body, listening to his steady heartbeat - you wished for this moment to never end, to forever be in his arms and to not worry about who sees you there. 

Ever since that compilation had been made, the thought had been on your mind a lot. Were you ready to go public with Lando? At the end of the day you were both happy and surely that was the most important thing. 

Later that night, you were sitting eating your meal when a phone was handed to you, displayed on it was a picture of you and Lando - in each other’s arms. 

Instantly you knew what this meant, looking at Lando you were met with the same expression. He did as well. 

You and Lando had decided it was time to announce your relationship, there was no point sneaking around anymore if people knew and were looking out for you. You had agreed that the best way to do it was if you joined him in a stream, that way they got to know you a bit more for who you were. 

“Is it ok to feel as nervous as I am?” You asked him, pulling up a chair beside him. He was setting up the stream, two mugs of tea placed in front of you. It seemed completely unnatural to sit facing the camera. 

“I mean, this is kind of a big deal so yes I would say, it’s completely natural for you to feel nervous.” He reached for your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it. Nodding, you took a deep breath. 

“Ok. I’m ready.” You said, your heart beating at a million miles an hour. The corners of his lips turned up, leaning in to leave you a kiss on the lips. 

“I love you and I’m so proud of you.” He admitted quietly, as though you were the only person in the world, his eyes flickered with complete adoration. 

“I love you too. Now, shall we start it?” 

Lando went to press the start stream button but paused. He turned back to face you, his eyes wide and offered an apologetic smile. 

“What did you do?” You asked, a smile toying at your lips as you had an idea of what it might have been. 

“Stream, meet my girlfriend.” 

He had already started it...

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[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Yandere Tubbo x Male Reader

Warning: little violence (not that detailed). 

This one is going to be short.

Requested from Pokadeathpony

Backstory: You live in Brighton, England, United Kingdom. (I don’t know where Tubbo lives nor do I know where Tommy lives) One day you were walking to go get some breakfast. Until you bumped into George one of your favorite Minecraft streamers and content creators. You were a small streamer, not that many viewers. You and George began to talk, he later invited you to see the dream SMP world, and you meet the other people of the dream SMP. You then got to meet Tubbo. You thought Tubbo was normal until it took a turn. A big turn. 

Btw you are 17. (Tommy will be turning 17 this year and Tubbo will be 18)

M/N: Male name

Y/T/N: Your Twitch Name.

M/U: Minecraft username

H/C: Hair color

S/C: Skin color

F/D/P: favorite donut place.

Sorry if this is bad.

You were sleeping peacefully until I heard the most annoying sound ever. 

*Beep, beep, beep,* “Ughhhhh.” You were trying to turn it off but you kept missing until you finally got it. ‘Finally got that stupid thing off!’ you thought to yourself. “What time is it?” I looked at the clock. “7:35 am. I might as well get up,” you said to yourself as you slowly got out of bed, stretching your muscles. 

You went to the bathroom to do your business and brush your teeth. After you were done, you grabbed my keys and went to go get breakfast.

As you were walking to go get your daily donuts and coffee, you suddenly bumped into someone causing me to fall. “You okay there?” the voice said, ‘I know that voice!’ you thought to yourself and looked up to see George, George Davidson!!

He handed his hand out, you grabbed his hand. “You alright,” he said, you couldn’t process anything, you just stared at him. You snapped out of your daze. “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m a fan of you by the way,” you replied with excitement. 

“Oh? Really?” he said, “Yes! I’m a big fan of yours! I’m actually a streamer just like you,” You replied. “Oh, really what’s your twitch name?” He asked, wondering maybe he’ll check you out. “Oh, Y/T/N!” 

“Okay, maybe check it out later today. Hey, wanna talk and get some food?” you couldn’t say no to that, how many get to eat with their favorite celebrity? “Yes, I would like. Either way, I was going there before I ran into you.” “Alright, let’s go.”

Time skip (You and George went to go eat, and later he checked out your Twitch channel. 3 days later, you got a DM from George saying; “Do you want to tour the Dream SMP world?” and you gladly accepted the offer. And this is where it all began.)

Y/N POV 

I recently got a message from George saying, “Do you want to tour the Dream SMP world?” and you (Or should I say “we”) know I accepted it. He said tomorrow is when it's happening. 

Time skip to tomorrow. 

I woke up earlier than usual, even beat my alarm clock before it could ring. I went to the bathroom and did my usual. George said he will invite me at 10:30 AM. “What time is it now?” I grabbed my phone and checked, “It's 7:10 AM. Will looks like I’m going to have to wait a while.”

Time skip (3 hours and 20 minutes later)

I hopped onto my PC and started it up. After it started, I opened up Minecraft and checked my Notifications. I received the invite I quickly joined in.

Tubbo POV

I was on the Dream SMP world with Tommy, Corpse, George, BBh, and Dream, when an unknown player had joined the game. That shouldn’t be possible since this server is private nobody can join be us.

“Hey who joined?” I questioned. “Oh, I met this small streamer while I was walking to go get breakfast 3 days ago, and I invited them over to give a tour of the place!” George enthusiastically over discord. 

‘Mmm, so they’re a streamer? Maybe I should get to know them.’ 

Time skip (To be honest this one is rushed. It’s currently 1:08 AM where I live and my mind isn’t functioning right now) 

After I introduced myself and the others did, we began to talk about random things. Apparently, M/N is currently streaming right now, and I went to go check it out. 

After I introduced myself and the others did, we began to talk about random things. Apparently, M/N is currently streaming right now, and I went to go check it out. 

M/N has a facecam on, and I get to see what he looks like. He had looked pulchritudinous. Absolutely exquisite. He had soft fluffy H/C hair, his nice S/C, and how his dazzling E/C shine brighter than the sun. I’m going to say it again, he is ravishing.

‘Wait, why am I calling a guy beautiful?’ this boy is triggering something in me. Something I never experienced before. Something in me wants me to protect him at all cost. ‘No stop thinking about that!’ I pushed these unfamiliar thoughts and feeling down.

As time went on my thing for M/N increased. I don’t know why I’m so infatuated with him. Tried ignoring the thoughts and feelings but they keep coming. 

‘Something is coming out of ME.’ 

Time skip ( 2 months after the meeting)

It’s been two months since our little meeting, M/N is officially part of the SMP world. I’ve been binge-watching M/N streams, his YouTube videos, and I also follow him on all his social media accounts, and sometimes I’ll search the internet to find small information. 

I was currently on a website about M/N. it listed all of the information about him since meeting George is grew rapidly on Twitch and YouTube. ‘I already know all of this!’ I thought to myself as I kept scrolling down until I came upon something interesting. 

“M/n current residence in Brighton, England, United Kingdom.” my eyes widen as I read this, ‘He lives close to me!’ I yelled in my mind. 

I was fanboying until I heard my notifications sound. I stopped what I was doing went to go check who it was from. M/N invited me, I immediately accepted it. The world was loading. “Hello!” M/n yelled.   

It was me, M/N, Tommy, and dream on the server. I noticed that Tommy has been getting close to M/n, really close to for my liking. Tommy would sometimes even flirt, this obviously made me jealous for some reason. 

We were minding our own business until “Hey M/n! Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see!” that was the most terrible pick-up line I have ever heard. “Oh my God Tommy?! Really?” M/n said but he was Laughing at that. 

This only made me INFURIATED.

M/n POV

I was minding my own business trying to build my home since I joined 2 weeks ago. The only other people on the server were me, tubbo, Tommy, and dream. Anyway, I was nearly done until Tommy said something, “Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see!”

That has to be the most dumbest and funniest pick-up line I heard. “Oh my God Tommy! Really?!” I said while laughing at his attempt at flirting with me. 

Then Tommy went on to say more stupid pick-up line. Some of them were like, “Hey, my name's Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?” and “Are you related to Jean-Claude Van Damme? Because Jean-Claude Van Damme you’re sexy!” Just to name a few. 

I noticed that Tubbo hasn’t been talking as much. I wonder what’s wrong with him. I didn’t take note that was going to lead to something atrocious. 

Anyways we still had fun, Tommy kept trying to flirt. “Hey M/n, I was wondering if we could meet up since you know, we both live in Brighton,” Tommy with hope in his voice, hoping you accept his offer. I began to think, ‘Mmm, should I? Or should I not?’

“You know what? Sure. What time do you want to meet?” I accepted his request. “Uhhhhhh, Maybe on Thursday at 5:30. Meeting place F/D/P.” Tommy replied. “Alright! See you there,” I replied.

No One’s POV

Tubbo was fuming with anger as he was listening in on their conversation. ‘No!!!!! I can’t let this happen! I need to do something.’ Tubbo was thinking to himself, but he didn’t notice that M/n and Tommy had stop talking.

“Hey, Toby! Are you okay? You haven’t been talking,” Tommy said with concern. “Yeah, I’m just fine you know!” Tubbo said with venom and anger in his voice. “Wow there calm down, I was just asking. Geez,” Tommy backed knowing that his friend is anger. 

‘Why is he angry? I did nothing wrong!’ Tommy thought to himself, wanting to know what he did. “You know what, I think I’m going to leave,” Tubbo said as he left the game and went offline. 

“What’s his big deal?” M/n questioned. “I don’t know,” Tommy replied, “I gotta go. See ya later M/n!” “Bye Tommy!” Tommy has left the game. 

Meanwhile. 

“I need to find a way to prevent this meetup!” Tubbo said to himself. Then an idea came into mind. An extreme idea. 

New Messages 

Today at 4:23

Toby: Hey, Tommy. Sorry I lashed out at you today.

Delivered at 4:23 

Tommy is tying…

Tommy: it’s alright mate.

Delivered at 4:23

Toby is typing…

Toby: How about we meet up, so I can apologize in person.

Delivered at 4:24

Tommy is typing…

Tommy: today or tomorrow? Cause I have a meeting with M/n. 

Delivered at 4:24

When Tommy mentioned the meeting toby had to act fast. 

Toby is typing…

Toby: today at my place.

Delivered at 4:25

Tommy is typing…

Tommy: sure thing! When exactly?

Delivered at 4:25

Toby is typing…

Toby: 5:30 

Delivered at 4:25

Tommy is typing…

Tommy: Okay, see you at 5:30

Delivered at 4:26

‘And that WILL be the last time you see.’

Time skip (1 hour 4 minutes)

Toby heard his door knocked. Toby went to go open his door, and there he sees his target. “Hey, Toby!” Tommy let himself in. “So where are your parents?” Tommy questioned. 

“Oh, they’re on their anniversary vacation,” Toby answered. “Ohhh, okay. Wanna head to your room?” “Sure I just need to go get something.” “Okay.” 

While Tommy went upstairs, Toby went into the kitchen. He grabbed the knife and slowly began to walk, he hid the knife behind his back. Once he walked into his room, he locked the door and slowly began to approach Tommy. 

“What are you doing Toby?!” Tommy yelled as walked backward, but then he hit the wall. “It was never meant to be.” those would be the last words, Tommy would ever hear as Toby shoved the knife into Tommy’s heart. 

Toby cleaned up the body by putting it into the trash bag along with the knife. He quickly disposed of the body. 

3 days later

Tommy was reported missing by his parents and the police were on the search. M/n was worried. Toby called M/n to do a cooking stream. M/n was suspicious about this cause this came out of nowhere. But in the end, M/n agreed. 

A few hours have passed and M/n arrived at the residence of Toby. m/n knocked on the door waiting for an answer just then the door swung open revealing a smiling Toby. 

“Hey there M/n! Glad that you arrived!” Toby sounded a bit too happy for your liking. “Please come in!” he invited you in. But as you walked, you heard the door close and lock behind you. Just as you turned around you got knocked by a heavy object. 

You slowly began to wake, you noticed that you were tied up. You looked around until your eyes landed on Toby. He had a wicked smile plaster on his face. 

“Why are you doing this?” you asked desperately wanting to know why. ‘Did he cause Tommy to go missing?’ You thought to yourself until you hear Toby coming to you. 

“You know, I always reject this feeling inside me. This feeling caused me to love you. Tommy was getting in the way of us being together, he had to be dealt with.”

“You’re a monster! You killed Tommy and you think I’m going to love you?!” this angered Toby but didn’t show it. “You’ll learn to love… cause you’ll be staying here…

Forever…”

#yandere tubbo x male reader #yandere tubbo #x male reader #male reader #tommyinnit #dream smp

[justatiredpotato]

Set Me Free | Chapter 3

Chapter List

Pairing: hybrid!Yoongi x human!reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, coffee shop AU, hybrid AU

Word Count: Chapter: 5,000~ Total: 40,000~

Updates daily at 10pm MST

Warnings: panic attacks, implied past sexual abuse/exploitation, harassment

Summary: Yoongi, a cat hybrid, has been hurt time and time again by a world that would have him believe he’s worthless. One day he finds himself in your protective care, and gets a new family to boot. But is it really that easy to escape the past and embrace a new beginning?

Author’s Note: In this fic the reader’s name is Yeoji

When you woke up sunlight was already streaming in through the kitchen windows. You blinked, shifting to stretch and flinching at the pain in your joints. You’d fallen asleep sitting up. Glancing down at the boy still laying on your lap, you couldn’t help but smile as you brushed his fringe out of his eyes. He nuzzled into your hand and whined, the sound more of a grumble because of his naturally low voice. You glanced up at the windows, eyes flitting to the clock on the wall. 

You sat bolt upright, a gasp leaving your lips. Yoongi was awake instantly, protectively leaning toward you while scanning the room for threats.

“What happened?” he said, words slurred together a bit from drowsiness.

“I’m late!” you leapt off the couch and sprinted into your room, door bouncing on its hinges as you tried to throw it shut behind you. “I need to open the cafe. Ugh, and the festival is starting today too!”

You paced your room, grabbing clothing items at random, already peeling off the things you’d fallen asleep in the night before. No time to wash up or do your full makeup, you thought, quickly tying your hair up in a messy bun. Hurrying to your bathroom you brushed your teeth and splashed some water on your face before applying mascara and a little bit of concealer.

“Yoongi, is my phone out there?” you called. He hollered back an affirmative. “Can you grab it and see if Jungkook has called? He’s supposed to be working today, I’m sure he’s wondering where I am.” 

You exited the bathroom, grabbing your top off the bed and pulling it on as you rummaged through the closet for your work shoes. 

“You have three missed calls from him,” Yoongi informed you, coming to bring you your phone. You didn’t see him as he pulled up short at the door, face going bright red as he saw you stumble across the room trying to pull on your black skinny jeans. He quickly looked away and pulled the door shut as quietly as he could.

 “Here’s your phone, noona,” he called through the door, still facing away. 

You pulled the door open, completely oblivious. “Thank you, Yoongi!” You leaned on his shoulder as you pulled your second shoe over your heel. “If you feel up to getting dressed and coming out front, I’ll introduce you to Kookie.” You peered at his face, noting the bright flush. “Are you feeling okay?” you asked, putting your hand to his forehead.

“I’m fine,” he said quickly. “You should go ahead. I’ll be out in a bit.”

You nodded, calling behind you as you headed out front, “Tell me if you aren’t feeling well. I’ll go buy some medicine.”

Yoongi let out a breath and tried to pretend he hadn’t noticed how good your butt looked in those jeans as you walked away.

When you emerged from the kitchen into the cafe you were shocked to find it open, with a few customers sitting and chatting at the small tables by the windows.

“Noona!” Jungkook greeted you cheerfully.

“Koo!” you responded, running over to wrap the tall boy in a hug. “Did you open by yourself this morning?”

“Yeah, I have a key. I figured you must’ve been really tired, so I didn’t bother you. Is that new guy giving you trouble?” Jungkook asked, concerned. “I was going to go break the door down if you didn’t come out soon.”

“Yoongi is great, though I appreciate the concern. You didn’t call Joon, did you?” you asked. He was already nervous about Yoongi staying with you. You really didn’t want another lecture about being too trusting.

“No,” he answered with a mischievous grin. “I didn’t want to get you in trouble.”

“I’m not worried about getting in trouble with my little brother!”

That was a lie. Namjoon’s lectures were notoriously long, and being his big sister did not protect you from his scolding. Jungkook laughed knowingly at your denial.

“Yoongi will be out in a little while, I want you to meet him. He’s really sweet, but he’s quiet. I figure if he gets to know you before he meets the other boys he might feel more comfortable,” you explained.

“You mean I’m your favorite? The only one you can trust for the job!” he said, bunny ears twitching happily as he puffed out his chest.

“Yep! You’re the best,” you confirmed, getting up on your tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheek. “The sweetest hybrid and cutest baby brother. Don’t tell Joon or Jimin.”

He nodded, grinning. Jungkook walked over to continue cleaning the espresso machines, as he’d been doing before you arrived.

“How’s business this morning?” you asked, washing the cups that had accumulated in the sink.

“Pretty quiet so far. It’s been picking up since about 9 this morning. That’s when people really started setting up for the festival.”

The festival was a new event for the area. For the rest of the week tradesmen, business owners, and artists would occupy the plaza and promote their various products and services. They also had a stage set up at the far end where local musicians would be performing. More traffic was expected for all the businesses in the area.

“It’s only Monday, the weekend will probably pick up a lot more,” you said. 

Jungkook nodded, going to restock some of the coffee syrups on the back counter. “Is Jimin-hyung coming in to help you tomorrow?” he asked. 

Jungkook was starting classes this semester at the nearby university, where Jimin was already a dance major. You normally worked Tuesday alone, since both boys had classes. But they’d wanted you to have extra help since you’d be busy with the festival. You didn’t want to make either of them skip class, so Yoongi coming to work with you was perfect timing. You’d meant to ask him if he’d be up to starting the night before.

“I think I’m going to have Yoongi help out tomorrow. Can you help show him around and teach him today? It’d be a good opportunity to get to know each other.”

“Does that mean I get to boss him around?” Jungkook asked, eyes twinkling. He got tired of always being the maknae.

“No, he’s your hyung, and I expect you to be polite.” You shot him a look. He pouted and your expression softened. You were never able to truly scold Jungkook.

“You’re gonna like him Kookie, I know it. He’s been through a lot. I need you to help me help him, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agreed. You ruffled his hair, scratching his ears while you were at it. 

You both continued about your tasks until Yoongi emerged. He’d dressed in a similar way to you, tidyand all black. Whether that had been an attempt at matching the dress-code or because most of what he’d bought was black, you weren’t sure.

“Yoongi!” you greeted, waving him over. “Come meet my little brother.”

He walked over to join you. Jungkook looked him over, nose twitching. You watched as the two hybrids appraised each other, knowing they could communicate a lot without words. After a moment, Jungkook broke into a darling bunny grin.

“Nice to meet you, hyung! I’m Jungkook. We kind of met before, when you came into the shop,” he held out his hand. Yoongi took it and shook politely.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Yoongi.”

None of you knew what to say after that, the pause becoming a little uncomfortable.

“I’m glad you’ll be here to help Yeoji-noona tomorrow,” Jungkook broke the silence. “Jimin-hyung, the other guy who works here, and I have classes tomorrow. It’s good she won’t be by herself.” 

Yoongi looked at you expectantly.

“Right, I hadn’t been able to tell you yet. If you feel well enough, I could really use your help tomorrow. Jungkook and I can teach you the ropes today.”

“Yeah, of course,” Yoongi said, looking around the shop.

You spent the remaining part of the morning showing Yoongi where things were and teaching him some basic recipes that people ordered frequently.

“If you forget, there’s a book with all the recipes right here.” You opened a drawer under the espresso machines. “And I’ll be with you the whole time, so you can also just ask me. Mostly I’ll have you help me with dishes and keeping things stocked.”

Yoongi paid close attention, asking questions here and there. You let Jungkook take over the teaching when a new customer came up to the counter. The two were a little stiff, clearly cautious of each other for the moment, but they seemed to relax as the hours slipped away. You sent them back to the apartment to have their lunch, and when they came back their demeanor was entirely different. You looked between the two of them, clearly surprised.

“Did you know Yoongi-hyung writes music?” Jungkook asked. His face lit up like a little kid in a toy store. You nodded, smiling at Yoongi’s quietly pleased expression.

“I’d heard you play before, but I didn’t know it was your original stuff!” he said. “You’re amazing, hyung! Can you show me some of your work sometime?” 

“Yeah, sure,” Yoongi agreed. He ducked his head, not sure how to react to the praise. He seemed to think of something and his face fell. “My keyboard got wrecked, so I won’t be able to play you anything. Sorry.”

Jungkook looked at him sadly. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong,” Jungkook asked. Yoongi just looked at him, incredulous. You smiled proudly. That’s your boy.

“I can bring my keyboard from home!” Jungkook said. Yoongi looked at the younger man hopefully.

“Really? You’d let me play it?” he asked, unsure if he could trust the generosity.

“Yeah, as long as you let me listen!” he said, his smile making his nose scrunch cutely.

You worked quietly and listened to the boys chatter on about music and Jungkook’s schooling, smiling as it blended with the pleasant background noise of the cafe.

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You set several alarms on Monday night so you woke up on time Tuesday. You had tried to make Yoongi take your bed, insisting you’d be okay on the couch, but in the end he took the couch. You puttered around your room, trying to be quiet and let Yoongi sleep a little extra while you showered and put on your makeup. Once you were ready for the day you poked your head out into the living room.

“Yoon?” you called softly, walking over to the couch. He stirred a little in his sleep, burrowing further into his blanket so only his eyes showed above it. You resisted the urge to pull out your phone and snap a picture. Instead, you reached out and softly shook his shoulder.

“Yoon?” you said again, a little louder this time. “It’s time to get up, we have to open soon.”

He blinked, peering up at you through his lashes and fringe. 

“Did I oversleep?” He sat up quickly and rubbed sleep from his eyes. “I set an alarm for the time you told me.”

He examined his phone to see why it hadn’t woken him.

“Ah, I set it for PM not AM.” He looked at you apologetically.

“That’s okay,” you assured him. “I wanted to let you sleep a little longer. I feel bad having you start working so soon.”

“I’m fine!” he said, rising from his spot and folding his blanket. “Do I have time to shower before we open?”

“Yeah, take your time. I’m just going to get a couple things set up. Come out whenever you’re ready.”

He disappeared into your room to get ready and you headed out front to get the cafe ready. You took all the chairs down off the tables, straightening decorations as you went. You pulled the blinds open all the way and turned on the string lights that cast the whole place in a warm light, hopefully drawing commuters to come in out of the frigid morning air.

Then you returned to the counter to make yourself a warm drink, making some cheese toast for you and Yoongi, and making him a warm latte with lots of whipped cream. As you finished his drink he emerged from the back.

“Perfect timing!” you said. “Come have breakfast before I unlock the door.”

He grinned, looking at what you’d prepared and gratefully accepting the warm beverage.

“I made you a latte this time, since you seemed to like cream. I hope that’s okay?” you asked, unsure if you should’ve checked first.

“Yeah, I think this is actually my new favorite,” he said, taking a big sip that left a bit of whipped cream on his upper lip. You giggled, pulling out your phone.

“Don’t move!” you said. He froze with his cup just inches from his lips, looking up at you questioningly. Right then, you snapped the picture. He heard the shutter noise and groaned.

“Noona!” he whined, surprising you with the cute behavior. “Delete that!”

“Absolutely not,” you said coolly, looking happily at the picture. In the shop’s soft lighting Yoongi looked absolutely angelic. He set his drink down and reached for the phone, but you dodged away from him.

“I’m keeping it!” insisted, holding the phone behind you when he grabbed for it again. You stifled a laugh when you noticed he still hadn’t gotten the cream off his lip. He frowned at you, closer to a pout than he would ever admit.

“Wait, wait!” you said, still laughing as he continued trying to grab your phone from behind you. “I’ll let you take a silly picture of me too. Then you can embarrass me with it if I ever show this cute picture to anyone.”

He paused his attempts and considered your offer. He must’ve realized he was unlikely to get you to delete the picture, because he nodded and pulled out his phone. Your drink didn’t have whip on it, so you took a sip of his, making sure to give yourself a mustache with it. Some of it ended up on your nose too. He pulled out his phone and took the picture, chuckling as you made dumb faces at him.

“Let’s take one together!” you said as he moved to pocket his phone again. He rolled his eyes, but quickly pulled out his phone and turned to stand next to you. He bent down a little and put his arm around your shoulder to pull you into the shot. You grinned at your picture on the screen, both still sporting whipped cream on your faces. He took several pictures and you convinced him to make a couple silly faces to match yours. You glanced at the clock in the top corner of the screen.

“Oh, I need to open the front door!” you said, realizing that it was three minutes past your normal opening time.

You hurried to the door, wrestling the keys out of your pocket. As you unlocked the door and flicked on the open sign, you missed how Yoongi smiled softly, scrolling through the photos you’d just taken. Literally seconds after you turned from the door, the bell jingled. You turned to greet your first customer of the morning and were greeted by a familiar heart-shaped smile.

“Hobi!” Your face immediately lit up with a smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure, sunshine?”

“Morning, noona,” he said, wrapping you in a tight hug. “I’m making housecalls today, so I figured I’d drop by and get my caffeine fix on the way to my first patient.” He glanced up over your shoulder at Yoongi, observing the interaction from behind the counter.

“Hey there,” Hoseok called to him, walking to the counter with an arm still around your shoulders. Yoongi’s ears flattened, body tensing with anxiety as the man approached and you detached yourself from Hoseok’s side to rejoin him around the counter. You wrapped an arm around Yoongi’s waist and gestured to Hoseok.

“You guys didn’t exactly get an introduction before, huh?” you said, trying for a light tone. “This is my friend Hoseok. He’s the doctor that treated you-”

“I remember,” Yoongi interrupted, refusing to meet Hoseok’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Hoseok cut in abruptly. Yoongi glanced up at him, clearly surprised. “You were in bad shape and my priority was to get you stable. You weren’t able to give your consent for treatment at the time, but I know that it wasn’t a pleasant experience. You must’ve been scared. I sure as hell would’ve been. So, I’m sorry that you had to go through all that.”

There was a pause as Yoongi processed Hoseok’s words, seeming to scan his face for sincerity. In the end he just nodded, but you felt his thin body relax a little, ears cautiously sitting back up. 

“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to start over,” Hoseok said, holding out his hand for a shake. Yoongi raised an eyebrow, but accepted the handshake. “I’m Jung Hoseok,” the boy said, flashing another 100 megawatt smile.

“Yoongi,” Yoongi answered quietly. “Nice to meet you.”

He broke the handshake and gave a polite bow.

“You don’t have to be so formal! I told you, your only hyung here is Jin,” you said, nudging him. Hoseok smiled wider.

“Let’s get along well, hyung!” he said, bowing to Yoongi instead. Yoongi blinked at you, confused by the show of respect, but he didn’t comment on it. Hoseok stood by the counter, chatting with you happily while you made his coffee. Once he got it he waved and got on his way, turning to wave again through the window before disappearing down the sidewalk.

You and Yoongi didn’t talk much, but fell into an efficient rhythm working together. As it got busier, you focused on taking orders while Yoongi helped wash dishes and keep the tables clean. Around three, Jungkook came by, his class having let out early. He offered to take over so Yoongi could go get some rest, but he gratefully declined. He seemed to be enjoying the chill atmosphere of the cafe.

You and Jungkook talked about his classes while you served drinks to the festival-goers passing through. The sun was hanging low in the sky, string lights illuminating the plaza outside. Your attention was drawn away from the drink you were preparing when a shrill voice cut through the soft chatter of the cafe.

“Kitten?” the voice said. “It is you! It’s my favorite kitten.”

You turned to see Yoongi drop the tray of dishes he’d been clearing, eyes wide as he looked at the woman who had spoken. She looked about thirty, though judging by the stiffness of her features that could be off by ten years or so. She had bleached blonde hair and unreal proportions. She towered over Yoongi in her heeled boots, and he backed away, bumping into the table as she stepped toward him.

“Where have you been?” she asked, completely ignoring his discomfort. “I’ve missed you! The club just isn’t the same without you. I asked and your masters said you must’ve gotten lost. They looked everywhere for you.”

You stepped out from behind the counter and headed toward them as the woman grabbed the tie of Yoongi’s apron and pulled him to her, grabbing his chin in her fingers and holding his face inches from hers.

“How could you leave me? I know I was your favorite customer,” she smirked, an almost predatory glint in her eyes. He refused to meet her eyes, trying to pull away. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but she tightened her grip on his face, making him wince and shut his mouth. 

You pushed a chair aside with a loud screech as you reached them. Your body moved before you could think, one hand clasping Yoongi’s white the other grabbed the woman’s hand in a vice-like grip. You pushed her away with more force than entirely necessary.

“Is there a problem?” you asked, glaring icy daggers at the woman. Yoongi kept his eyes on the ground. His whole body shook and his grip on your hand bordered on painful. You stepped in front of him protectively and turned to face the woman again. She had stumbled back a few steps, unsteady in her impractical shoes.

“What’s your problem b****?” she snapped. She looked from you to Yoongi, a wicked sneer spreading on her lips. “Ah, I see. You found a new girl to whore yourself out to? She must be desperate to settle for damaged goods. I pitied you, kitten. It’s only a matter of time unt-”

You were already walking away, noting with disgust that none of your customers had stepped in to help. Instead, they all avoided looking at you or Yoongi as you slipped back behind the counter and headed to the kitchen.

“Call the police,” you said flatly to Jungkook, who had been watching with an expression not unlike a bunny in headlights. He nodded, phone already in his hand. “Tell them we have CCTV footage and we’d like to press charges.”

You heard the woman splutter behind you, barking profanity before her footsteps retreated to the door. You heard the bell chime as she exited but you continued back through the kitchen and into the apartment. As soon as the door fell shut you turned to Yoongi, his hand still clutched tightly in yours. His eyes were still on the floor, staring into nothing. You guided him gently to sit on the couch. He refused to release your hand so you awkwardly used your free one to pull his favorite blanket around his shoulders.

“Yoon?” you started softly. “Sweetheart?” You gave his hands a gentle squeeze. His eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“She- she- I was-” His eyes darted between yours, panic finally surfacing through the shock. “They’ll take me back,” he said, breaths coming too quickly as his body shook harder.

“No. No they won’t,” you said firmly. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I promised you I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you again and I meant it.”

He didn’t seem to hear you, so you placed a gentle hand on his cheek. He flinched away at first, but you waited until he looked at you before repeating yourself.

“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, Yoongi. You’re safe with me.” Tears slipped down his cheeks, mirroring the ones that already fell on yours. He still gasped for air, and you recognized a panic attack when you saw one. Jungkook had them frequently when he first came to you and Namjoon.

“Sweetheart, I need you to slow your breathing down. Can you breathe with me?” He looked at you with wide-eyes, struggling to draw a normal breath. You took a deep breath yourself, loud enough for him to hear. He squeezed his eyes shut and attempted to follow your slow inhale. You held the breath for a moment before releasing it, repeating the process for several minutes until he was able to follow. Tears continued to fall down his face, and he was still shaking.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” you praised, wiping the tears from his face. “What can I do? How can I help?”

He paused, seeming to hesitate as he drew another shaky breath. Then he moved forward, thin arms wrapping around your waist as he buried his face in your neck. You immediately wrapped him in your arms, petting his hair gently, continuing to take deep breaths as he kept following. After a while you felt his breaths even out, thinking maybe he fell asleep. Doing your best not to jostle him, you pulled out your phone. It had been almost an hour, and you quickly texted Jungkook.

You sighed, the last thing you needed was an overbearing little brother getting Yoongi worked up again. You switched to your conversation with Namjoon.

You turned to Yoongi, knowing you had to let him know Namjoon was on his way. The last thing he needed was an unexpected guest.

“Yoon? You awake?” He nodded against your shoulder, not pulling away yet. “My brother, Namjoon, is coming over to check on us,” you said softly. You felt him tense. “He just wants to make sure we’re okay,” you tried to reassure him. “He’s bringing us dinner. Maybe we can watch a movie?”

Yoongi pulled away from you and your heart broke again when you saw his puffy eyes, red from crying. He took a hiccuping breath, then nodded.

“Okay.” He seemed to ponder for a moment. “Is he mad?”

“What do you mean? At us?” you asked.

“At me,” he clarified.

You frowned. “Why would he be mad at you?”

“It’s my fault. Her making a scene and yelling. She could’ve hurt you. And it would’ve been my fault,” he said. You pulled him back into your arms, holding him tightly.

“Yoongi, listen to me. Nothing that’s happened has been your fault. You did nothing to deserve that kind of treatment. And everything that awful witch said was a lie. You are wonderful.” You punctuated the statement with a gentle squeeze before pulling away from him. He nodded, wiping at his face with a sleeve.

“Let’s get cleaned up a bit, why don’t you change out of your work clothes? Joon will be here soon,” you said, standing and heading to the bathroom. You washed your face and changed into some sweats. Yoongi went after you grabbing a fluffy sweater to change into. Just as the bedroom door closed behind him you heard a knock at your door. Namjoon stood on the step with a bag of food and two six-packs of beer.

“Chimaek!” he announced proudly. You smiled tiredly and let him in. He set the food on the kitchen counter and you immediately grabbed a beer and popped it open.

“That bad?” Namjoon asked, grimacing. You only grunted in response. “The police really won’t do anything?”

“If I ever see that b**** again, I’ll kill her myself. Then the police will get involved,” you growled.

“Not if I help you hide the body,” Namjoon said, opening a can of beer himself. You gave him a small smile and clinked your cans together.

Yoongi emerged from the bedroom then, bundled in his baggy grey sweats and a yellow sweater that gave him perfect sweater paws. You waved him over, pulling out a beer for him.

“I don’t think you two really met, did you?” you asked, not waiting for a response. “This is my little brother, Namjoon. Joonie, this is Yoongi.”

Yoongi bowed politely, and Namjoon glanced at you as he bowed back. “Nice to meet you. Jungkook wouldn’t shut up about you when he got home last night. Sounds like you’re gunning for my spot as favorite hyung!” he said playfully.

“Of course not,” Yoongi said meekly.

“I’m kidding, hyung,” Namjoon said, laughing awkwardly. Yoongi looked up sharply at the respectful tone. That made two humans in one day speaking politely to him? What the hell was with these people?

“S***, is that too friendly? I just feel like you’re already family. Yeoji-noona mentioned you coming into the shop a bunch, so it’s like I know you,” Namjoon rambled. You shot him a look, but the words were already said.

“You mentioned me?” Yoongi asked, genuinely surprised, but happy.

“Yeah,” you said, a little shy at being called out. “I’d always hoped we could be friends, or something. And then with everything, I ended up getting to know you better.”

Yoongi smiled then, for the first time since the incident. His eyes sparkled with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Namjoon watched the exchange with interest, letting the moment hang for a moment before interrupting it.

“Let’s eat! The chicken will get cold,” he said. 

“Chicken?” Yoongi said, excitement obvious in his voice, eyes sparkling with something very recognizable this time. Namjoon grinned, picking up the food and moving to the living room. You picked a movie and settled onto the floor so you could eat at the coffee table. 

By the time every bone was picked clean, Namjoon was on his third beer. You and Yoongi and you had finished off five each. To be fair, it had been a long day. You had all migrated onto the couch, Namjoon on one end, you in the middle, Yoongi on the other. As you watched the movie Yoongi naturally curled himself into you, head resting on your lap. You mindlessly played with his hair and he was out in minutes. Namjoon watched you, a smirk playing on his lips as he heard the purr rumble from Yoongi’s chest. When the movie ended, he shook you gently.

“Noona, you guys should get to bed. Your back will hurt,” he said. 

You nodded drowsily, waking Yoongi and pulling him to his feet. You dragged him along, shuffling into your room and tucking a barely-conscious Yoongi into bed. You returned to see off Namjoon, who was putting on his jacket.

“Don’t drive!” you said, ever the protective older sister despite being a little drunk and very drowsy.

“I called a cab.” He chuckled, patting your head. You scowled and brushed his hand away, then wrapped him in a hug.

“Thank you for coming, Joon,” you mumbled against his chest.

“Of course,” he answered, planting a kiss in your hair before pulling away. “Go to sleep, I’ll lock the door on my way out.”

He waved you off and you crept back into your bedroom, flopping into bed and curling up against the warm figure that was already softly snoring away.

#yoongi fanfic #bts fanfic #suga fanfic #yoongi fluff #yoongi angst #hybrid!au #cafe!au #hybrid!yoongi #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #suga #bts #bts suga #bts yoongi

[cherrytsukkis]

streaming minecraft with the first years

- word count: 1.4k

- characters: hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, yamaguchi, yachi

- a/n: i made half of this on mobile and half on my laptop so,,, also i got way too immersed in this bc all i do is play minecraft (even tho i suck) anyways, enjoy this mess!! also ty to ppl on the rircus rerver for helping me with minecraft usernames!!

tsukishima made a server for y'all after you bribed him (also some of his viewers begged him to)

kageyama and hinata teamed up and killed tsukishima, not even a minute in

and you were just there like “:o chat yall seeing this shit”

yall spawned in near a birch flower forest biome thingy and you and yachi bolted over there

you asked yachi to be your minecraft gf and she accepted

as soon as she said yes, kageyama and hinata killed tsukki again lmao

you and yachi moved to a different voice call bc hinata kept screaming about how tsukki was after him now

you guys began planning on having a cute little cottage core home together

you go mining while yachi makes a farm + gathers animals

yachi screamed of joy when she found a chicken family

she also screamed when she happened to find a pink sheep

you guys are just talking about random stuff and were just vibing for the rest of the stream

the next time you stream on the server, you see that yams made a cute little spawn place and yams took you on an adventure to go see his home in the snowy mountains

tsukki logged on and you and yams proceeded to go try to find his home despite tsukki tell you to fuck off

for some reason, he starts giving you guys clues on where he’s at

you’re all like “omg friendship 🥰″

but in reality, someone donated like 50 bucks for him to kill you and he’s taking this opportunity to lure you guys

 it turns night really fast and then a group of zombies gang up on you

you end up dying like four times before you baby rage and give up 

you leave the voice chat and go back to being a wee farmer waiting for your lover, yachi, to log on

instead of yachi, you get hinata </3

hinata logs on and he immediately calls you

“hinata-”

“y/n!!! do you wanna go to the nether with me!!”

“no ❤️″

you hang up but then he calls you again

“i’ll give you a two pigs, i know you and yachi are looking for some”

thirty minutes later, hinata has gotten you lost in a soul sand biome

only plus from this trip is that you got a lot of glowstone

you ended up having to call kageyama and ask him to come save you bc yams was mining god knows where and tsukishima would never help you bc he’s a bully <3

kageyama was calling both of you dumbasses in the vc

hinata bc hinata is hinata and you for following hinata blindly

then he got lost somewhere else in the nether <3

and now the three of you were fighting as you ran away from ghasts and skele bois

“it’s the short height for me”

“it’s the abandonment issues for me”

“it’s the need to one up each other in every situation because y’all insecure for me”

this whole time your chats were telling yall to just look at coords so you could find each other but you guys are illiterate </3

yachi finally logged on and joined your call and she saved yall bc she was watching your stream this whole time and was like wtf

the vc was SILENT as yachi led y’all to the nether portal

you muted yourself in shame and starting thanking recent subs and just the chat in general

everyone in chat: ugh we stan a dumb queen 🤩

another time you go on the server, hinata has accidentally started a war against tsukishima and so like every five minutes you would see smth like “tinysun was blown up by moonshima” or “moonshima was shot by tinysun using schlong” (yes hinata is that guy)

speaking of names

yall clown kageyama every five seconds bc he made his ign ‘Setter_soul_x’ (bc his streamer name was taken </3)

he gets pissed off a lot and leaves the server bc everytime you guys start a fight, someone will be like “okay Setter_soul_x”

yachi has “yacchan” meanwhile yams had “yamagucci” and you can can decide whether you have a clapped ign or not

now to just talk about general stuff

i feel like yams and tsukki would be those bitches who make exp farms and shit

like one day you’ll log on and you’ll ask them where they’re at and they’ll be like “oh we’re making an enderman farm in the end” or “we just finished a villager breeder” or some shit like that

yachi would stick to farming and being a cottagecore gay and you would be the one to do most of the mining and shit

sometimes she’d follow you when you go to fight someone or just bother them

hinata made a giant netherrack meatball at spawn and inside of it is just pure hell

everytime someone tries to go in it, they get blown up by a creeper or smth bc its so fucking dark in there bc the dumbass forgot to put some type of light source in there

kageyama’s house is just a cube-shaped hole he mined somewhere and everytime he wants more space he’ll just expand the cube

you and tsukki end up teaming up together at one point and made a railroad to everyone’s homes and to different biomes

when everyone fought the wither, tsukki, yamaguchi, and hinata did most of the work you and kageyama were far away watching like “damn thats crazy” (yachi wasnt streaming at the time and just told you guys she didnt care if you did it without her)

when it was time for the ender dragon, it was a whole different story

tsukishima and yamaguchi were hella prepared and were calmly going around destroying the end crystals while you, hinata and kageyama were just trying to get away from all the angry endermen

yachi was just placing water down and making cobblestone huts y’all could hide under

once tsukki and yams finished destroying the end crystals, you joined them in shooting down the ender dragon

kags and hinata were still fighting endermen 

like all you’d see is “ __ was slained by Enderman” messages as you listened to tsukki and yams talk to each other calmly

yachi said she wasnt fighting no dragon bc fuck that shit

one y’all did kill the dragon, hinata tried to claim the dragon egg and tsukishima yelled at him for like ten minutes bc hinata didnt do shit

and while tsukki fought with hinata and kageyama, you and yachi followed yamaguchi into an end gateway

you found an end city but then you fell outta the world </3 dont ask how, you just did

you decided to log off and that was that

another time you logged on, tsukki invited you to go with him to a woodland mansion bc he got a map

you thought he was being fishy but you went anyways bc content

everything was going well, you guys traveled there together, found a desert temple along the way, you tamed a cat, tsukki talked about conspiracy theories with you

but then you got to the mansion and you lost him

you were like tsukki where tf you’d go and he would tell you a place and you would go and he wasnt there

you were about to cry bc so many mobs were after you and u just boxed yourself into a little dirt hut in the corner and you kept yelling at tsukki in vc

he muted himself bc he was laughing his ass off at your pain heart been broke so many times

he finally came to get you bc apparently he already moved upstairs and just as you calmed down, tsukki betrayed you

you walked in front of him in fear of mobs hitting you from behind but tsukki ended up hitting you with a sword to death </3

you immediately logged off and then cried to your stream about fake friends for like ten minutes while listening to the inside out soundtrack

your chat convinced you to log back on and hesitantly joined the vc again and tsukishima apologized while trying to hold back laughter and told you that he put your stuff in your chest and you were like 🥺🥺🥺

overall the server is very chaotic but kinda nice bc family bonding ❤️ and even tho tsukki is a dick he along, with yams, help you and yachi out sometimes so your cottagecore aesthetic thrived

UNEDITED.

tag list: @kaoyuuuuu​ @macaronnv < it wont let me tag you :((

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #hinata x reader #kageyama x reader #tsukishima x reader #yamaguchi x reader #yachi x reader #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #yachi hitoka #haikyuu!!

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Chocolate Chip Pancakes - Bakugo

A/N: I find myself drawn to writing Bakugo the most whenever I have oneshot ideas, I’m not sure why but I think he’s the easiest character for me to write. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this :) 

Summary: You can’t sleep so Bakugo makes you your favorite breakfast food, Chocolate Chip Pancakes. 

Word Count: 1,305

Moonlight streamed through the curtains as you tossed and turned, 1 AM, 2 AM, 3 AM your phone read as you checked it, seemingly unable to sleep no matter how many hours passed. You looked up at the ceiling, tempted to groan in frustration but refrained for fear of waking up your neighbor. You checked your phone once more, scrunching your eyes shut as the bright phone screen lit up the room 3:30 AM it read. You sat up and stretched, deciding that getting up and going downstairs for a while would do you some good; you weren’t really sure why you were still awake, maybe it was the anxiety of school starting, maybe it was the fact that everything in the world seemed hopeless, or maybe your body just hated you. You headed downstairs quietly, blanket dragging behind you and you sat on the common room couch, wrapped up in the dark. You didn’t turn on the lights, there was something about being up this early that made the world seem strange with them on, so you sat in the dark staring off into space. You thought you heard someone come downstairs, but you didn’t care enough to check who it was or to say hello, frankly you were too tired to care. Bakugo walked down the stairs and stiffened when he saw a dark figure on the couch, illuminated by the moonlight from outside. Who the hell is up this early? This is my alone time. Bakugo turned on the light and you jumped, pulled back to the real world. You looked up to see an annoyed-looking Bakugo hands on his hips and staring at you. “Oi you shouldn’t sit there in the dark like that. You’ll give someone a damn heart attack or something.” You blinked at him, trying to process in your tired state. “Oh. Sorry. I just couldn’t sleep is all.” You replied, a sigh escaping your lips. Bakugo stood there for a moment longer, surveying you with an eyebrow raised but rather than pressing the issue further he just made a hmph sound and went into the kitchen. 

You heard some pans being shuffled around, and things being pulled out of cabinets and the fridge and the distinct sound of oil being heated in a pan. You abandoned your blanket on the couch and went into the kitchen, opting to sit at one of the barstools near the raised counter. You hadn’t ever spent a lot of alone time with Bakugo but you decided this was as good a time as any. The corners of your mouth twitched as you realized he was wearing an apron, but you dared not mention it, that was a death sentence for sure and you didn’t want to mess up this friendship before it had even started. “So what are you doing up this early?” You asked, watching him absentmindedly. Bakugo jumped, “Geez, you really need to stop sneaking up on people.” He saw you trying not to laugh and quickly turned around again shaking his head to regain his composure, “I’m always up this early. I make breakfast, then go for a run and then come back shower and go to class.” “Oh, I see. That must take some dedication.” You said, not really sure what to say. “I guess so. I’ve been doing this for a while so I guess it’s more of a habit than anything else.” He replied, flipping something from the pan into the air. Your eyes widened as you realized what it was, “Are those chocolate chip pancakes?” You asked, a slight squeak of surprise in your voice. “Yeah, got a problem with it?” Bakugo asked gruffly, practically bristling. “No, not at all,” You chuckled nervously, “I just thought that you hated them.” Bakugo didn’t look at you, focused on the task at hand, which was probably a good thing because as long as he didn’t turn to you there was no way you could see the massive blush on his face. “I do. But they’re your favorite right? You looked like you could use a pick-me-up.” He replied quietly as he loaded a few up on a plate and handed them to you. You took them tentatively, cheeks warm at the gesture. You had no idea that Bakugo even knew what your favorite type of pancakes were, you’d probably only mentioned it once, during one of those class ice-breaker things, and the fact that he remembered and cared enough to make them for you was touching, to say the least. Bakugo went back to the stove, presumably to make his own breakfast, “Syrup is in the pantry if you need it.” You made a sound of acknowledgment and padded over to the pantry, pulling the syrup out. As you sat back at your place at the counter you couldn’t help but shed a few tears, normally gestures of affection didn’t affect you like this, you weren’t a very outwardly emotional person despite your outgoing nature, but you were tired and this gesture was coming from someone you weren’t expecting. Bakugo of all people had made you your favorite pancakes just because he thought you needed cheering up. At the sound of you sniffling Bakugo whirled around, eyes wide with concern. Dammit did I not do the right thing? “Oi, why are you crying? Are you okay?” He asked, a barely detectable trace of panic in his voice. You looked up from your plate and glanced at him, wiping your tears away. “I’m fine. I think I’m just tired, so I’m a little more emotional than usual. Thank you for the pancakes, I appreciate it.” Bakugo relaxed, and nodded at your thanks, shutting off the stove and then joining you at the counter, leaving a stool between you in an attempt to give you adequate personal space. You sat in silence for a moment, but you gathered up the courage to ask him what kind of pancakes he had made for himself. “Banana.” He replied simply. You smiled at his reply, Of course, he definitely seems like a banana pancake type of person. “These are really good Bakugo, how long have you been cooking?” Bakugo glanced at you, an uncharacteristic smile on his face, “Since I was little, my Dad taught me how.” You smiled back at him, “Well that’s great, thank you for cooking for me.” You took your plate and rinsed it, placing yours in the dishwasher and taking Bakugo’s when he was done. Your hands briefly touched during the exchange, leaving you both with slight blushes. As Bakugo went to the door and was tying his sneakers, you gathered up your courage, surprising even yourself, you really did enjoy the time you had spent with Bakugo this morning; You didn’t want this moment between you two to be a one-time thing. “Hey, Bakugo?” You called, fists clenched with nervousness. He turned back to you, cocking his head as a sign for you to continue. “Do you think… Do you think we can do this again sometime? Hang out like this I mean?” Bakugo’s mouth twitched but he didn’t smile fully, instead he turned away, “Maybe.” He replied as he left. You smiled, somehow you knew that maybe, was an enthusiastic “Of course” in Bakugo-speak. You gathered your blanket and headed upstairs, stomach comfortably full, and you had a nice restful nap before class. Bakugo gave you a small wave as he entered the classroom, surprising more than a few people. Later in the day, you were cornered by several of the girls in the class, “What the heck happened between you and Bakugo? He’s never waved at you like that before.” You decided that you’d keep it to yourself for now; no way were you sharing his amazing chocolate chip pancakes with anyone else.

#bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #fluff #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo #aurora borealis

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And I’ll Shut Your Dirty Mouth

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Ngl, I’m reeling by how many notes my other post got. And it’s only been like, a day. That’s insane. I don’t get those kinda notes. I expected there to more notes then my other posts since Dream SMP is a more popular/active fandom right now but I wasn’t expecting this. ty to all y’all, if any of you ever want to discuss it more with me, you can @ me in a post, you can dm me, or you can send me an ask

This one will be more focused on the siblings as a whole, since I realized when I woke up that Tommy wasn’t just ‘basically Wilbur’s brother’ he was Willbur’s brother and that just. Has so many things attached to it. Also a post about how canonical deaths work was brought to my attention(here) by @insert-chaotic-enby-name so hell yeah to them, ty my dude

Hopefully this will be less of a disjointed mess the other one was, but I personally don’t have that much confidence in that. It’ll probably just fall into the same almost-fanfiction type formatting

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So, three siblings. Wilbur, Techno, Tommy. Two traitors and one left to rebuild in the other’s footsteps of carnage. I don’t know how I forgot about it being canon last night, but now my thoughts are in full swing.

[“I wonder, did Tommy ever see Techno and think of Willbur?

Did Willbur ever see Techno and think of Tommy?

Two siblings, seeing something that could have been(Tommy, lets be the bad guys) and something that will never be(Willbur, do you hear yourself?)“]

Do they ever see each other in their third sibling? It makes sense, now, why Techno’s betrayal would be painful for Tommy, why it would hurt him so goddamn much.

Techno’s his older brother. He’s meant to protect him, to keep him safe. He was meant to fall into Willbur’s place when Willbur abandoned Tommy. 

He didn’t, though. Instead he chooses Willbur, chooses destruction over rebirth- the death of a nation instead of the revival.

(Tommy, if you want to be a hero...

Then die like one)

I wonder, has Techno always been like this? He seems to like history(Theseus slays the minotaur, he saves his land, he’s cast out), does he relate to it? He seems so inhuman, have others always shied away from him? Did he only have his family? He hates government so damn much, does he have experience with watching it fall, outside of Schlatt’s administration? 

Was he ever cast out himself? Exiled from a land he may have called home?

Is his story of Theseus not only told to illustrate to Tommy why heroes never get happy endings, but also to remind Tommy of something else?

I wonder, was Tommy so in denial about Techno’s inevitable betrayal because of hope, or because he’s never truly seen what Techno’s like? I wonder, in the past did they part ways, Willbur with Tommy and Techno alone, only to reunite, Tommy unaware of how unstable Techno can be?

He’s so focused on Willbur, after all. Willbur’s been with him since the start, he’s been there with him through everything. Was he so blinded by Willbur’s spreading madness that he was unable to see the festering madness Techno also held?

Willbur and Techno sparred as children. Did Tommy? Or was he the sheltered youngest, only allowed to see slivers of the real world when they deemed him ready?

But in the pit, he sees his defeat at Techno’s hands as inevitable but he still goes through with it. He isn’t surprised when he’s defeated, but he’s still angry at Techno- angry enough to fight him. Has he watched Willbur and Techno spar as children? Did he spar with Techno himself? Did he just not care(he killed Tubbo, he can’t let that go, he killed Tubbo), because he couldn’t let Techno’s crimes at the festival stand?

Was that his first taste of Techno’s cruelty, his crumbling sanity?

Was he reeling when Techno did it, did he view Techno as the one who get out of every situation(Your Technoblade! You could’ve fought your way out!), was he so angry not because Techno had just killed Tubbo, but because he’d killed one of their own(we found Tubbo on the side of the road), was he angry because if Techno could kill Tubbo, couldn’t he also kill him?

And he does, later on. Stands before Tommy and snarls and snaps at him and kills him.

Three deaths, you get three deaths before your gone. Tommy has lost two, one at the hands of Dream and one at the hands of Techno- at the hands of his brother.

One at the hands of enemy. One at the hands of blood.

I wonder, was he relieved when he discovered Willbur to be dead? Relieved, because then Willbur couldn’t kill him, too. Relieved because if Techno could kill Tubbo, could kill him, then couldn’t Willbur do the same?

(you sure want to risk it? That’s an awful lot of tnt potentially attached to that button)

I wonder, did Tommy ever think that the blast would kill him, if Willbur ever hit that damned button?

Did he ever think he was about to die again, when the lands underneath him went up in flames?

I wonder, did Tommy ever think it would be his brothers that would be the end of him? Or did the thought never even cross his mind, something unthinkable- because, after all, they’re his family. His brothers.

Unthinkable, even as Willbur spiraled further and further. Did Tommy ever truly give up hope for him? Did he still have Hope that Willbur would join them, till the very end?

Hope that this dream of theirs wouldn’t have to end, that the great symphony that was L’manburg would continue on, Willbur and Tommy at the head.

L’manburg was Tommy’s safe space, it was where his friends and family was, it was where they belonged. Willbur may have created the idea of L’manburg, but Tommy was the one to secure it’s freedom and was the one to begin to breathe life into it.

Tommy saw L’manburg as something that would keep them all together, something they needed. 

But L’manburg was what started all the hurt- it was the cause of Tommy’s first death and it was the cause of the loss of two of his most prized possessions. It was the cause of a war and it was the cause of everyone turning against them.

Willbur saw L’manburg as something that lead to pain(so many injuries, we’ve lost so much), something that would continue to hurt unless it was gone.

And L’manburg also shouldn’t exist. It couldn’t exist, not without violence. It was built on the blood of those dying and hurting for it and it was built on the blood of those trying to stop them from creating it. The foundation of L’manburg is one of bones, and that is unavoidable.

Techno saw L’manburg as something that would rule, that would be built on top of tyranny and continue with that tyranny(you just got L’manburg back with a hostile take over! Your just replacing one tyrant with another!), something that couldn’t exist for there to be true peace.

So, when it’s the end, when Schlatt is dead, when Techno sits and watches, when Tommy stands behind Tubbo to support his presidency, and Willbur is at the button?

It’s three siblings, and the eldest two have seen too much, done too much. Their ideals line up and Willbur slams his fist to the button. His father stands before him. Techno kills Tommy, kills others, then die a hero.

Techno wasn’t the traitor, not really. He’s a wildcard that was thrown in with the hopes that his ideals align with one side or the other. Instead, while Willbur may be the traitor, he’s also led to believe he’s not. (there was no traitor, Tommy. I lied) So, when he hears the sound of Techno killing everyone, the all too familiar sounds of fireworks being launched, hitting their target?

Maybe he feels relieved in a way. He’s not the traitor, it’s Technoblade. His brother is on his side. Someone agrees with him.

He’s not alone.

His father stands before him, afraid(he doesn’t trust him either, does he?), and his brother stands at his side.

He might not have Tommy or Phil, no, but he has Techno.

And so, Tommy is betrayed twofold.

The tnt blows. (There’s screams and cries of those caught up in the blast and Willbur laughs)

Phil kills his son. (with the sounds of his eldest son’s weapons firing above, with Willbur’s vicious whispers echoing in the air, I wonder. Did he imagine he would have to kill another of his sons that day?)

Techno unleashes his whithers. (he watches them go towards Tommy, making no move to intercept. Tommy, already injured by the blast, by Techno’s onslaught, tricked into wearing bad armor, dies immediately)

And I wonder, here. Phil said it himself in his most recent Dream SMP stream- he appeared to be the traitor.

As the world blew up beneath their feet, Phil kills Willbur and walks away.

(your my son! Even if you’ve- if you’ve...

Kill me, Phil)

Did Tommy ever think everyone had betrayed him?

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You know what I can’t stop thinking about? How Willbur only really remembers the happy times, and Phil is included in that. Phil killing him is included.He truly sees his own father killing him as a good thing.

He might not remember it, but that smile after he’d gotten Phil to stab him? That satisfaction? I wonder, does he remember it? Did he think I am a bad person and this is the best ending, for everyone. Because he blew up L’manburg, he did it, and so he’s done, finally. He’s allowed to forget the bad, only remembering the good. He remembers raising Fundy, remembers the taste of bread, he remembers sparring with Techno as a kid.

All happy memories(Philza killing me).

An attempt to continue the list(-I don’t remember), is watching all the others reference things he doesn’t remember make him want to get his memories back? Does it hurt for him to only remember so little? (Bullying Tommy(he’s a child)) does he even remember that Tommy is his brother? Is he left wondering, constantly, why everyone hates Techno so much, his brother? If he does remember that Tommy is his brother, is he left confused as to his fury when it comes to their eldest sibling? Does he want to find out what Techno did, or leave it forgotten just like Schlatt? Has anyone tried to tell him?

Does it hurt, for him to know that they’re all so much more happy now that he’s dead? Does it hurt for him to know that they prefer him dead, and don’t want to bring him back even if they find out that there’s a way?

Is there any part of him that aches at the knowledge that Phil doesn’t regret killing him in the slightest(or does Phil regret it?), or is he happy that way, knowing that there’s no guilt- does it make it more justified, for him to have it as one of his happy memories, because, surely, if even his father is happier when he’s dead, that must meant that it was meant to be.

Right?

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Was Willbur’s body ever recovered? It should have existed, if Schlatt’s did. They’ve got Schlatt’s bones, after all. Did they retrieve it? or was it left to rot in the button room? Did Phil ever go back to bury his son? Is that where Ghostbur woke up? did he come back, standing over his body, or did he come back later, when his body was already gone? Was it disorienting? If they did bury his body, was he there? Was he tangible from the moment he became a ghost or did that take time? Did he ever search out Tommy, Techno, or Phil when he first woke up?

Did he have any memory at all, at first? He’s said that he didn’t remember who Tubbo was till he was called Mr. President. Was it like that for the others, too? Tubbo was someone he grew up with, if he didn’t remember him at first did it take even longer for the others? Did they have to sit there, watching as he tried to help them and didn’t remember any of them?

Did any of them attach him, when he first showed up? Did any of them yell at him, scream about his fuck ups, as he just sat there, not even knowing who they were? Did he ever seek any of them without real reason, just knowing that he had to be there, or does he only go out when he feels he has to help, or that he can contribute something?

Do his memory and go- constantly fluctuating as he tries to better the world around him(I don’t want to be a ghost, all that’s left is suffering), do pieces come and go as he wanders, lost? He’s said he’d rather be dead than a ghost- rather have nothingness over the suffering that was being there, does he ever get flashes of times far worse?

Can ghosts feel any sort of pain? Does he ever get phantom pains, aches from he was alive and injured, does he ever feel like he’s being, again? He’s died three times, each death stacking one atop the other, even if he can’t remember them is there any sort of phantom-muscle memory burning at him? Does he really only remember just the good, or is he lying?

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So, this was a thought that I had before I realized it’d become canon that each character only got three respawns before they actually died, but I still think it holds up decently now.

So, with how flimsy the idea of death must seem to them(would it even matter? some of them probably think, the ones that haven’t died yet. would it even matter if they died, since they’d just come back?) do any of them really give much care into how their life goes? Or do they put more value into material things, such as Tommy’s disks, since those are constant that can’t be destroyed then brought back?

Is the ‘three deaths only’ thing even widely known? Has anyone even bothered to figure out why Willbur and Schlatt died, instead of respawning? Or is it just something you know, a concept that you have known since your very first breath into the world?

Maybe they all latched so hard onto L’manburg not just because it had become their escape from the harsh world, but because it was the perfect blend of there and real, and also filled with hope and happiness and memories. Things that don’t come back must seem all that more precious to them, when they have extra lives to their names. 

In a world where violence is the only way to get what you want, do they ever look at the things more fragile than them and decide that that one, that one will be the thing I keep safe?

Is the loss of L’manburg not tragic because it was the loss of a dream and a hope, but tragic because it was the loss of the things they held dear to them? Buildings can be rebuilt, sure, but they won’t have the same scuff marks as the old one, won’t have the same items and design as the old one. They’re starting from scratch- building the nation in a crater, the leftover destruction of stacks upon stacks of tnt and two whithers.

You can hide your most precious items in an ender chest, sure, but an ender chest is small and some of the items they held dear must gone down with L’manburg when it toppled. A house of cards stacked too high with too much riding on it.

#dream smp #dream smp war #willbur soot #tommyinit #technoblade #tubbo #mcty #dream smp spoilers #ngl this ones even more of a mess than the other one #a bit shorter too so thank god #weird dog rambles #weird dog rants #philza #these boys need hugs tho y'all #I haven't even gotten into my rant about how Techno was also betrayed #mostly because I think I'll just reblog a post I feel articulates it better than I could later #But yeah no these are some Thoughts #it's once again almost 3am as I'm posting thing and aldhglkjashfkjadshkfhsak #still lowkey reeling from how many notes the other post has gotten #also damn hopefully any other rants I make choose to follow this one #in that they're shorter #tho ig this one was really just one slightly long one with a few shorter more theorizing/questioning parts #def hope at least some of those questions get answered as the story continues #Ghostbur in particular leaves me with a shitton of 'em

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Oh deer 🦌

#claude von riegan #khalid von riegan #golden deer #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem #myart #look how babygirl he is #and ty to those who joined me on stream <3 #cannot believe y’all put dimitri in the lead of that poll while I wasn’t looking #he’s next possibly late tonight. we’ll see how willing I am to stay w awake

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How The Mandalorian Gave Fans a Different Kind of Star Wars Story

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This Star Wars: The Mandalorian article contains spoilers.

Technically, Disney+’s The Mandalorian is part of the biggest franchise on earth. But it doesn’t always feel that way.

True, it’s a Star Wars property, and it rarely lets you forget that fact. The show is rife with references to the films and animated series that have come before it and it enjoys padding out existing lore in ways that only the most hardcore of fans will care about—or possibly even notice. (Did you remember there was a krayt dragon skeleton in A New Hope? Be honest.)

The Mandalorian isn’t a story that requires a tremendous amount of Star Wars knowledge to follow or enjoy. And that’s because its central tale is one that follows rules and patterns we’ve all seen before. A mix of tropes from classic spaghetti westerns and samurai adventures, the show offers a broad look at life on the edge of the galaxy that exists well beyond the world of Jedi Knights, Sith warriors, and space princesses. And its tale of a lone bounty hunter and the supercute Force-wielding toddler he is charged with protecting is proof positive that there is space for every kind of story in this franchise. (As well as every kind of fan.)

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In a universe that has become increasingly dense and self-contained, The Mandalorian still manages to feel like a breath of fresh air. Sure, its second season finale includes a surprise appearance by Luke Skywalker, because no property in this universe can apparently escape that family and their seemingly never-ending daddy issues, but the Disney+ series doesn’t seem concerned with him as anything other than a vehicle to further the story of Din Djarin, a good man who is trying to do right – by his faith, by his people, by the tiny creature whose life has suddenly become intertwined with his own.

Though the eponymous Mandalorian has run across a bevy of characters that have made longtime fans shriek with delight (Boba Fett, Bo-Katan, Ahsoka Tano, Luke himself), and the series ties in rather neatly with other franchise properties like The Clone Wars and Rebels, it still understands that its greatest strengths stem from its smaller stakes, more realistic worldbuilding, and the emotional connection between two vastly different creatures.

The Mandalorian isn’t an epic adventure, a space opera about the future of the galaxy as we understand it, or a tragedy about a single family’s apparent inability to keep from making the same mistakes from one generation to the next. It’s a story that’s deliberately limited in its scope and modest in its ambitions and, at the end of the day, the show itself is all the stronger for these choices. 

In comparison to other Star Wars properties, The Mandalorian’s story is almost painfully straightforward, if perhaps a little bit darker in places than we’re maybe used to in this universe thus far. Set in the galaxy’s Outer Rim following the fall of the Galactic Empire, it generally deals with characters – including its own lead – who are not terribly complicated people. Their lives are simpler, rougher, and more focused on the everyday challenges of living than the Jedi and characters like them that populate the films. 

Even the Mandalorian himself is simultaneously an avatar and a real person, and we get to know him as much through his struggles as his successes. He is, after all, the most reluctant of saviors. Yet, as many lone warriors before him, he is also a man with a code, and he holds tight to it, even in the lawless outskirts of the galaxy. 

Occasionally Mando will have to rescue someone or must join forces with an uneasy partner in order to kill a monster or pull off a heist. But no matter how that particular adventure goes, by the end of the hour, he’s back on his path and moving toward his next goal. The show doesn’t really have “arcs” so much as stories that occasionally take place over an episode or two—see the transport of the Frog Lady back to her partner that begins in “The Passenger” and ends in the subsequent installment—and its most dramatic set pieces generally rely on Mando fighting something, ranging from a furious mudhorn to ravenous, gross ice spiders.

In the world of genre storytelling, serialized stories with twisty plots and puzzle-box mysteries are all the rage right now. Just look at shows like Westworld, a drama that—as much as I love it—spends much of its time tying itself into complex narrative knots it doesn’t really know how to get out of. So, a show like The Mandalorian, with its linear narrative, clear-eyed storytelling, and refreshingly basic plots suddenly feels like a revelation.

And maybe it is.

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The fact is, there’s still real value in a simple story about a man doing his best, no matter what circumstances he finds himself in. Maybe we’ve forgotten that fact in a television landscape that’s conditioned us to always be looking for a trick or a surprise reveal, but The Mandalorian’s largely straightforward narrative proves that it doesn’t have to be that way. And the show is as satisfying as any series that requires complex fan theories to enjoy or in-depth explainers to fully understand. 

The explainers are nice, don’t get me wrong, but in all honesty, the show is doing just fine introducing existing canon characters like Ahsoka to new audiences on its own. You don’t need to have watched Rebels to enjoy her presence here, but if you have, the satisfaction is all the greater. Truly, we don’t give The Mandalorian enough credit for the delicate balance it strikes in the age old struggle between storytelling and fanservice. It’s a difficult thing, and the show walks a fine line both carefully and well.

Even the appearance of Luke, probably the ultimate moment in Star Wars pandering, exists not for its own sake so much as it does to advance the series’ main relationship – that between Din and young Grogu. (If you didn’t get a little emotional watching them say goodbye to one another, then you have no heart, I’m sorry.)  

There’s little of the narrative baggage that usually comes along with a Skywalker arriving on the scene here – it doesn’t appear that anyone else even knows who he is beyond the fact that he is a Jedi – and though he’s meant to teach Grogu the ways of the Force, there’s no real indication we’ll see Luke again. After all, he has to start off down the path that leads him to The Last Jedi, and Grogu will  undoubtedly return to his Mandalorian’s side at some point in the not too distant future. Disney knows where its money is, after all. And it’s not in Pedro Pascal merch, much as we all love him. 

The Mandalorian’s  first season occasionally drew criticism for what naysayers deemed a “flimsy” or “barely there” plot, but this underestimates the power inherent in the series’ simple framework. Not only is it an emotional balm for those of us who are, quite frankly, tired of hour-long installments that require a significant amount of work to understand, it actually serves an important narrative purpose. The slower pace and simpler story allow us to get to know Mando and his culture, and gives the Star Wars universe a chance to take a minute and breathe.

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The Skywalker films are so full of big, potentially galaxy ending stakes and consequences that we as viewers get little time to simply take the universe in on its own terms – let alone get to know the people that inhabit it. We’re usually too busy worrying about how it all ties back to the family at the story’s center or the Jedi they serve. 

The Mandalorian has shown us what the Star Wars world outside of all the Skywalker drama looks like – even though it briefly includes one of them – and it lets us take our time to gawk at its sketchy bars, enjoy its colorful characters, and travel through run-down desolate towns at a slower pace. It’s allowed us to invest in the emotional connection between a lonely man and a lost creature who may be the last of its kind. And quaint though all that might seem, it’s certainly turned out to be a journey worth taking.

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TOP TEN OLDER MAINSTREAM COMICS I READ THIS YEAR

I kept track of all the comics I read this year, and not all of them were new. I have no idea who this will help or benefit but at least the circumstances of me only listing the completely arbitrary older work I read for the first time this year will deter anyone from arguing with me. However, for the sake of possibly being contentious, let me mention two comics that fall outside the top ten, because they’re bad:

Trencher by Keith Giffen. David King did a comic strip about Keith Giffen’s art style on this book in issue 2 of But Is It... Comic Aht that everybody loved, and made me be like, ok, I’ll check it out. But it’s basically just a retread of Lobo in terms of its tone and approach, but without Simon Bisley. I don’t really know why anyone wouldn’t think Bisley is the better cartoonist. Also, those comics are terrible. Thumbs down.

The Green Lantern by Grant Morrison, Liam Sharp, and Steve Oliff. I bought the first year of these comics for a dollar each off a dude doing a sidewalk sale. Found them sort of incoherent? I haven’t liked a new Grant Morrison comic in ages, with All-Star Superman being really the only outlier since like We3. This is clearly modeled off of European comics like Druillet or something, and would maybe benefit from being printed larger, I really dislike the modeled color too. But also it’s just aggressively fast-paced, with issues ending in ways that feel like cliffhangers but aren’t, and no real characters of interest.

As for the top ten list itself, for those who’ve looked at my Letterboxd page, slots 10-8 are approximately “3 stars,” 7-4 are 3 1/2 stars, slots 3 and 2 are 4 stars, with number one being a 4 1/2 star comic. The comics I’m listing on my “Best Of The Year” list that’ll run at the Comics Journal alongside a bunch of people are all 4 1/2 or 5 star comics. This is INSANELY NERDY and pedantic to note, and I eschew star ratings half the time anyway, because assignations of numeric value to art are absurd except within the specific framework of how strong a recommendation is, and on Letterboxd I feel like I’m speaking to a very small and self-selecting group of people whose tastes I generally know. (And I generally would not recommend joining Letterboxd to people!) But what I mean by all of this is just that there is a whole world of work I value more than this stuff, and I’ll recommend the truly outstanding shit to interested readers in good time.

10. Justice Society Of America by Len Strazewski and Mike Parobeck. Did some quarantine regressing and bought these comics, a few of which were some of the first comics I ever read, but I didn’t read the whole thing regularly as a kid. Parobeck’s a fun cartoonist, this stuff is readable. It’s faintly generic/baseline competent but there’s a cheap and readable quality to this stuff that modern comics lack. Interestingly, the letters column is made up of old people who remember the characters and feel like it’s marketed towards them, and since that wasn’t profitable, when the book was canceled, Parobeck went over to drawing The Batman Adventures, which was actively marketed towards kids. It’s funny that him and Ty Templeton were basically viewed as “normal” mainline DC Comics for a few years there and then became relegated to this specific subset of cartooning language, which everyone likes and thought was good but didn’t fit inside the corporate self-image, which has basically no aesthetic values.

9. The Shadow 18 & 19 by Andy Helfer and Kyle Baker. I’d been grabbing issues of this run of comics for years and am only now finishing it. Kyle Baker’s art is swell but Helfer writes a demanding script, these are slow reads that cause the eye to glaze over a bit.

8. The Jam 3-8 by Bernie Mireault. I made a post where I suggested Mireault’s The Jam might be one of the better Slave Labor comics. Probably not true but what I ended up getting are some colored reprints Tundra did, and some black and white issues published by Dark Horse after that. Mireault’s art style is kinda like Roger Langridge. After these, he did a crossover with Mike Allred’s Madman and then did a series of backups in those comics, it makes sense to group them together, along with Jay Stephens’ Atomic City Tales and Paul Grist’s Jack Staff, or Mike Mignola’s Hellboy, as this stream that runs parallel to Image Comics but is basically better, a little more readable, but still feeling closer to something commercial in intention as opposed to self-expression. Although it also IS self-expression, just the expression of a self that has internalized a lot of tropes and interests in superhero comics. If you have also read a lot of superhero comics, but also a lot of alternative comics, stuff like this basically reads like nothing. It’s comfort food on the same level of mashed potatoes: I love it when it’s well-done but there’s also a passable version that can be made when depressed and uninspired. But drawing like Roger Langridge is definitely not bad!

7. WildC.A.T.S by Alan Moore, Travis Charest, et al. I wrote a post about these comics a few months ago, but let me reiterate the salient points: There’s two collections, the first one is much better than the second, and the first is incredibly dumbed-down in its nineties Image Comics style but also feels like the best version of that possible, when Charest is doing art. Also, these collections are out of print now, a friend of mine pointed out maybe they can’t be reprinted because they involve characters owned by Todd McFarlane but Wildstorm is owned wholly by DC now.

6. Haywire by Michael Fleischer and Vince Giarrano. I made a post about this comic when I first read a few issues right around the time Michael Fleischer died a few years ago, but didn’t read all of it then. This feels way more deliberately structured than most action comics, with its limited cast and lack of ties to any broader universe, but it’s also dumb and sleazy and fast moving, and feels related to what were the popular movies of the day, splitting its influences evenly between erotic thrillers about yuppies and Stallone-starring action movies. The erotic thriller element is mostly just “a villain in bondage gear” which is sort of standard superhero comics bullshit but it’s also a little bit deeper than that. The first three issues, inked by Kyle Baker, look the best.

5. Dick Tracy by John Moore and Kyle Baker. These look even better! A little unclear which John Moore this is? There’s John Francis Moore, who worked with Howard Chaykin and was scripting TV around this time, but there’s another dude who was a cartoonist who did a miniseries for Piranha Press and then moved on to doing work for Disney on Darkwing Duck comics. Anyway, Kyle Baker colors these, they’re energetically cartooned, each issue is like 64 pages, with every page being close to a strip or scene in a movie. I’m impressed by them, and there’s a nice bulk that makes them a nice thing to keep a kid busy. (For the record, my favorite Kyle Baker solo comic is probably You Are Here.)

4. Chronos by John Francis Moore and Paul Guinan. I was moving on from DC comics by the late nineties, but Grant Morrison’s JLA was surely a positive influence on everyone, especially compared to the vibe there in the subsequent two decades. These are well-crafted. There’s a little stretch where it uses the whole “time-traveling protagonist” thing to do a run of issues which stand alone but fall in sequence too and it’s pretty smooth and smart. The art is strong enough to carry it, the sort of cartoony faces with detailed backgrounds it’s widely agreed works perfectly, but that you rarely see in mainstream comics. The coloring is done digitally, but not over-modeled enough to ruin it.

3. Martha Washington by Frank Miller and Dave Gibbons. A few miniseries, all of which sort of get weaker as they go, but all in one book it doesn’t feel like it’s becoming trash as it goes or anything. When Miller dumbed down his storytelling in the nineties it really was because he thought it made for better comics, the tension between his interest in manga and Gibbons’ British-comics classicism feels productive. I do kind of feel like the early computer coloring ruins this a little bit.

2. Xombi by John Rozum and JJ Birch. Got a handful of these on paper, read scans of the rest. This is pretty solid stuff, not really transcendent ever, but feels well-crafted on a month-in, month-out level. I read a handful of other Milestone comics, and a lot of them suffered from being so beholden to deadlines that there are fill-in issues constantly. This is the rare one that had the same creators for the entirety of its run. There was a revival with Frazer Irving art a decade ago but I prefer JJ Birch’s black line art with Noelle Giddings’ watercolors seen here. They’re doing an early Vertigo style “weirdness” but with a fun and goofy sense of humor about itself. I haven’t read Clive Barker but this feels pretty influenced by that as well. (The Deathwish miniseries is of roughly comparable quality. I read scans of the rest of that after I made my little post and, yeah, it does actually feel very personal for a genre work, and the JH Williams art with painted color is great.)

1. Tom Strong by Alan Moore, Chris Sprouse, etc. I got bored reading these as a teen but getting them all for cheap and reading them in a go was a pretty satisfying experience. It’s partly a speed-run through Moore’s coverage of the concept of a comic book multiverse seen in his Supreme run, minus the riffing on Mort Weisinger Superman comics, instead adding in a running theme of rehabilitating antagonists whose goals are different but aren’t necessarily evil. It’s more than just Moore in an optimistic or nostalgic mode, it also feels like he’s explaining his leftist morality to an audience that has internalized conflicts being resolved by violence as the genre standard.

[flightofaqrow]

Favorite Musings Challenge!

As writers, we’re usually our own worst enemy. However, there are times where we just read over something we wrote and acknowledge “Oh…that’s good.” and you may or may not end up restructuring the whole reply to fit that one line just cause it was so good, and you spend hours trying to make it work haha…ha.

Anyways, go through a few of your threads/replies/drabbles/any piece of writing you got. Pick out 5 of your favorite lines that you’ve written for your character(s), and in turn tag 5 (or however many others you want) to do the same!

Repost, don’t reblog. And I’m linking my threads to where these lines came from but you don’t have to do that!

tagged by: @caeloservare ( ty sm ;w; )

tagging: @scatterose​  @veritasqui​ @brokenclockwork​ @esperhuntress​ @sundragcn​ @littleblackqrow​

I’m doing more because I wanted different facets displayed and I couldn’t choose, and I actually really like a lot of what I put out or I wouldn’t be here, so let me have a moment to promo myself I guess.

1

he doesn’t deserve to live.

but he never has. not really. a curse to himself and everyone around him.

and yet live he does.

qrow branwen. the huntsman.

since before Ruby and before Yang and before Ozpin and STRQ and despite Raven and anybody else, qrow has always lived and always survived, and always tried to outweigh the good he does in the world with that life from the bad, even if he makes a mess of it at times. he will fight to the bitter end to protect people, because that’s his job, and that’s who he is.

he gets up when knocked down. he builds things knowing they may fall. he takes flight when things feel too heavy. he reaches out for hope when sky is full of flames and clouds. he makes himself more capable when the odds stack against him. he insists on remaining motivated by compassion when the world is cruel.

2

Yang has been accepted to beacon. Ruby will be joining her in early acceptance.

they’re going to huntresses. they’re going to join the war against Salem, under Oz, and they don’t even realize exactly what they’re signing up for besides some vague notion of, heh… making the world better.

in some ways he believes it’s not even possible. in some ways it must be, because those girls sure as hell make his world better at least.

this isn’t how it’s supposed to feel.

his head yells loudly that this shouldn’t be a surprise, he taught them for this very reason; he taught them well; he did all he could to prepare them, and it’s fine, it’s probably fine; he should be proud, encouraging. his heart knows the more they’re built up the more there is to lose; the better they are the more dangerous the whole world becomes, and that world has more to lose too, and it’s not fine, it’s not fine at all when beautiful children born on a beautiful, peaceful island have to take up arms as if they should have to earn their place in this life with violence. if he’s being honest, he wants better for them. always has.

truth hits him via the throb of vasodilation. pounding him from inside out like a headache, like a heartache.

there is no soothing burn in his throat like anger he can turn into a weapon to point at threats, other than what he’s already been fighting. there is only love for his nieces, his family, fear of history repeating itself as rose petals drift away in the wind, never to return. and there is every reason he fights clawing in the pit of his stomach trying to tear apart every shred of hope he has left like his own personal grimm. he can love all he wants, but he cannot protect them from choosing their own path, even it follows all of his generation in bloody footprints.

he can barely claim allowance to feel this way. he’s not their father. and he’s too chicken shit to even go to the man who is and talk this out and commiserate.

he can only watch.

at least that’s something he’s good at.

watching.

3

qrow stretches himself out in the corner of a great big wooden frame at the top of beacon tower. work done, report given, he sinks into the windowsill to stay awhile. he watches the students coming and going down in the courtyard (happy and giggling under a cloudless sky - helping each other and teaching each other); listens to the scratch of Ozpin’s pen on paperwork; smells and tastes the whiskey from his flask; basks in the burn of it and the sun’s rays streaming in.

everything is beautiful, so beautiful from up here, in a place doing so much good. 

it’s terrifying.

peace. a fragile thing, holding steady for now, like the glass he leans on.

but, oh, how easy it would be for one wrong move to make it shatter.

he scoots just the tiniest bit away and frowns, long limbs carefully curling in around themselves.

4.1

somehow even when Clover can see it, he’s not nearly as harsh of a judge as qrow is on himself. he struts right up and into that darkness with him, unafraid, unashamed, eyes never breaking their lock with his own. his gaze is not piercing like a point into his soul; no, it is worse. it is open and wide and forgiving, like the full spread of a hot meal on a dinner table after a cold night; it does not intrude, but beckons, calls qrow out and asks for him to step into the offered space all on his own.

...

Clover reminds him how to be seen, and how to be close, and how to balance strength and weakness. even as he holds him, he still watches him. like the man casts some damn sort of spotlight, or a searchlight in the night qrow couldn’t ever outrun even if he wanted to.

qrow can’t stand those scrutinizing eyes.

…because it means Clover cares.

he is not used to that much light in his life.

he is very used to lights going out around him.

he somehow always chooses to hold on to that light as long as he can, as he does now - head resting in the curve of Clover’s shoulder, spine straight in his embrace, pressure on his feet lighter. he will follow it, and fight for it, and dare himself to hope the world can be better if people can just

work

together.

4.2

Clover could do it. he had every capability, desire, and permission. he could do it over, and over, and deeper and deeper, and qrow would become every bit as addicted to it as his tendencies would have him cling. qrow wouldn’t stop him. not keep him from running into a burning, collapsing building ill-equipped to build a home of, if that is what he chose to do.

but qrow is a vagabond, even if no longer a spy. he is chaotic weaponry, cheap tactics, feral feathers, meant to be unbound and unburdened. he cannot invite him in. he cannot, in good faith, make tender promises to the poster child of the atlas military.

5

his mind is already a pinwheel, calculating and recalculating based on the briefest of interactions. how to not ask too much of this person. how to keep Ruby safe while still trying to get help or at least information for her. he knows how to pluck gently at small pieces until they come together, drop pebbles into a glass carefully until the water rises to the top.

6

it’s not raven’s hands that give her away, but her eyes. eyes so familiar in appearance and expression he may as well be looking in a mirror. that’s how it had always been. had been.

...

all the barbed wire around his heart squeezes, and he can’t help but wonder if it’s another trap.

but no matter the anger, no matter how he wants to turn and run himself, to fly off into the distance and just forget her forever, that would also fly in the face of everything he stands for - everything Oz fought for, and Oscar promotes in his stead: sit down and talk.

…and if he’s honest, carrying around the hole in his heart where his sister belongs hurts worse than letting her fill it right back up with blades of betrayal ever could.

7.1

qrow finds comfort in some change right about now, meandering the streets, satiating wanderlust in his down time, with few other idle desires left to choose fulfillment from. distraction through exploration.

...

he notes more bars than bookstores around these blocks.

qrow hangs his head, holds onto the familiar weight of Harbinger on his back, and newly-shined black boots kick an empty bottle on the sidewalk out of his way.

just keep walking, qrow. obstacle by obstacle, step by step.

keep moving forward.

7.2

qrow cries because there’s nothing left to do, and nowhere left to hide, and this is what life is like. thinking. feeling. caring. crawling out from his hiding places and into an intensity he’s never known. like he’s been dim-witted his whole forty years on this planet and only now understands what it means to be bright. so bright it burns more than any whiskey or abrasion or scathing look or cruel name he’s ever had.

nothing slows and it doesn’t stop, and he can’t keep the tears from falling just like his heart sinks. he cries like he’s trying to fill that broken bottle right back up, but that’s not possible now, there’s no structure, no end point for that pain, and sometimes you just have to let the broken parts go.

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[selfwriting-sugarquills]

Heat in the rain pt. 3: One of those job things.

(Oof, we’re getting into the fluff now! Also, slightly unrelated but: I have a headcanon that the twins drink an absurd amount of coffee, that’s all - Hope you enjoy it! xxx) 

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 

Description: Reader decides they should get “one of those job things” (points if you get the reference- well I did use the gif so it shouldn’t be hard lol), and heads out, while she’s gone Fred urges George to confess his feelings. 

Warnings: None, just a load of fluff

Word count: 2257

 It was ten-thirty am on Sunday when the twins shuffled out of George’s bedroom looking tired. You were already sitting in the kitchen, drinking a cup of tea while reading a newspaper, before you sat a stack of three other newspapers, all open on the same pages, 

“Morning,” Fred yawned, scratching his hair lazily, he beelined for the fridge whilst George headed for the kettle, making himself a cup of coffee. He took a sip and sat down beside you, 

“What are you up to?” He asked, his voice gravely and sleepy, he rubbed his eyes as he squinted at the pages, 

“Are those job articles?” He asked, scooting closer to you, you smiled at him, 

“I figured I should get a job as well, make some money, get back on my feet” You took a sip of your tea, Fred pulled out his wand and behind him, eggs started cracking themselves into the heated pan on the stove, some potatoes leftover from yesterday were being chopped by an enchanted knife and bacon was separating itself from the pack and placing itself delicately onto the pan as well, popping and sizzling with the eggs, 

“You know, Y/n, if you wanted a job, you could just ask us,” Fred said, pouring himself some coffee as well, “Yeah we’d be happy to let you help out with the shop,” George added, eyes glancing up from the newspaper he’d stolen from your pile, 

“That’s sweet, guys but I couldn’t work for you, I’m already living with you for free,” You said, “It wouldn’t be fair be take from your pay as well,” You pulled the newspaper a little closer to you, 

“besides,” You pointed to the newspapers, “There are some pretty good jobs out there, I think,” 

Fred walked over beside you, looking over the black and white pages, 

“Like what? window cleaning?” Fred asked, grinning, “or dog walking?” he broke into a laugh, 

“Well, I wasn’t gonna pick those,” You said, slapping Fred gently on the arm, 

“Madam Malkin’s is hiring,” George said, pointing to an article in the newspaper he was reading, “That might not be too bad,” He added, grabbing a pen you circled it, 

“Thanks, George,” You said, giving him a smile, “You’re welcome,” He answered, sipping his coffee, “But if everything fails you better apply at the shop,” 

“Or just apply now, you know we’ll hire you immediately,” Fred said, scooping some eggs and bacon onto a plate, “Out of the question!” you said, downing the last sip of your tea and standing up, “But I have to head out now, I have to write a killer resumé without mentioning that I have zero experience,” you explained as you headed towards the door, collecting your jacket, George stared at you tying your shoes, 

“And you can’t do that here because?” He said, drawing out the last word, you beamed up at him slightly mischievously, he didn’t let it show, but something inside his chest squirmed when you looked at him like that, “Because,” You said, mimicking the way he’d said it, “you two won’t be working today, which means you’ll be here,” You tied a scarf around your neck as the two twins stared at you, still not getting the point by the look of their faces, “and I have learned from years of trying to study with you two that you can’t be quiet for more than five minutes, so: I’m going to a more quiet place,” finally, you grabbed your bag. 

Fred frowned a little, then said, “Fair point,” smirking behind his coffee cup. 

“What about breakfast?” George asked, 

“I’ve already eaten, I was up at 7,” You said, causing them both to gawk at you like you’d grown a second head, 

“Okay,” Said Fred, swirling the coffee around in his cup with a frown, looking like he was trying to solve a riddle, “Why?” He then asked, looking up at you, 

“Believe it or not, Freddie, some of us like to get up before noon,” 

“Us meaning you and all the roosters in England, I suppose,” Fred laughed, George joining in, 

Chuckling a little as well, you opened the door, 

“Enjoy your Sunday!” You yelled behind you as you stepped out onto the stairs. 

*** 

Walking down Diagon Alley, you glanced at the storefronts as you passed them by, taking in the fresh winter air. It was a busy scene, which wasn’t unusual, however with Christmas coming, it was even more crowded than usual. You walked for a while, trying to find somewhere that would be quiet enough for you to work out your essay, you’d figured a library at first, but you didn’t feel like walking all that far, you stopped in front of a small café, looking through the windows, something about the warm lights, plants and the various other small trinkets drew you in. 

Stepping inside you sighed quietly as you were taken out of the cold and instead stood in the warm, coffee-filled, air. A woman behind the counter greeted you, then moved on to make someone else’s drink, you eyed the menu hanging on the wall for a bit, then something caught your eye, a small note was stood on the counter, 

“Looking for baristas to work Wednesday-Sunday, 

if interested, please ask after Beatrice.” 

“Can I help you?” The woman behind the counter said, you glanced at her name tag and saw that she was the Beatrice mentioned on the note, 

“Uhm yeah, I’m looking for a job and I was wondering if you’re still hiring?” The words slipped out of your mouth almost automatically, Beatrice’s lips split into a warm smile, 

“Sure, when can you start?” She asked you blinked, 

“Erh, don’t you have to interview me first?” You asked, Beatrice, grinned even wider, “I probably should but truth be told I hate job interviews, too formal,” She explained, “How do you like your coffee?” She asked. You took a moment to think, this was all happening very fast, however, Beatrice had that kind of warm, welcoming energy about her, so you decided to go along with it, 

“Uhm, can you make me a flat white, please?” you said the first thing your eyes saw on the menu, your voice still slightly timid, “Sure thing,” Beatrice said, beginning to scoop some coffee powder into a small cup, you noticed how she didn’t use magic to prepare the coffee, she looked up at you and seemed to notice your slightly questioning look, 

“My mother was a muggle, she owned a coffee shop too,” Beatrice pulled what looked like a small lever, “-and even after she married my dad she swore that coffee tasted better when it was made by hand, even if magic is faster,” She explained, a look of fondness in her brown eyes, “And I have to say that I agree,” She chuckled a little, pouring some milk into the cup and handing it to you, “There you go, now let’s go over there and we can talk a little, not an interview though, just a conversation,” She said, chuckling again at the last bit, you smiled as you followed her to a comfortable corner of the café. 

***

In the shop, the twins were in the very back of their store, having been bored upstairs, so now, they were stacking boxes onto shelves and unboxing others, placing their content onto a small cart, meant for restocking the shelves in the storefront, 

“So,” Fred said, opening a box, 

“So?” George said, stacking a few boxes on Wonder Witch onto the cart, 

“Are you gonna tell her how you feel soon?” Fred asked frankly, George paused, put down the boxes and spun around meeting his brother’s grinning face, “What do you mean?” George said. He knew exactly what Fred meant.  

“C’mon Georgie, you’re not still pretending that you don’t love her, are you?” 

“I never pretended anything,” George said, sulking a little, 

“Oh sure,” Said Fred, a smirk growing on his face as he turned around and opened another box, “And you two never left the yule ball early to snog in the common room either,” He said, the immediate silence from his twin told Fred that he’d struck gold, 

“How do you know about that?” George’s voice asked Fred, who still had his back turned to him, Fred strained not to laugh, 

“I have my sources,” Fred said mysteriously, still stifling a laugh, George went back to the pink boxes, then regretted doing so. He knew damn well that those products were inspired by you, as you’d given them the idea for it at breakfast one morning, he remembered clearly how he and Fred had been exhausted from trying to come up with new ideas, and for the first time in a long time, with little luck, he still remembered how his stomach had done a somersault when your e/c eyes met his and asked, 

“Why don’t you try and make something for girls? like, colour changing mascara or something?” You hadn’t been trying to look pretty when you’d said it, mouth half-full of toast, but to George, you’d looked so gorgeous as you sat there, bathed in the morning light, streaming in through the big windows in the Great hall, he’d had to stop himself from leaning over the table and pressing lips to yours, 

“I don’t think she feels that way about me,” George heard himself say, his eyes still fixed on the boxes, 

“If she didn’t then why did she agree to ditch her actual date to the ball, sneaking off to snog you?” Fred asked, glancing at his brother, who still seemed fixated on the boxes, Fred came to a halt as well and turned to face his brother again, 

“George, I’m pretty sure there’s a reason she came here, and I’m pretty sure that reason revolves around you,” Fred said in an unusually quiet manner, “The worst that can happen is that she says she doesn’t like you in that way, and even then, she’ll still be your friend,” 

“We don’t know that” Said George hopelessly, Fred took a step towards him, 

“We do know that, George, otherwise she wouldn’t be here in the first place,” Fred clasped a hand onto George’s shoulder, “You just have to buck up some courage and grow a pair,” He said, George looked at him, looking a little too beaten down for Fred’s taste, “And then what?” He asked quietly, causing Fred to laugh, “Tell her, mate.” 

***

Exiting the café you felt positively euphoric, Beatrice turned out to be the nicest, calmest and most charming person you could have ever imagined as a boss, during your talk she’d introduced herself as a single mother of a young son, who was starting pre-school soon, hence why she needed some extra hands, who loved everything coffee related, though her secret obsession was baking, she’d laughed when she’d told you how much time she spent watching muggle baking shows, besides owning the shop, she’d always wanted to go on a tour of France, visiting various hotspots for cuisine and wine. When it had been your turn to speak, you’d told her everything, feeling safe in the little nook of the coffee shop amongst pillows, blankets and flowers, she hadn’t spoken when you’d told her about your whole situation with the war and your parents, she’d simply put a warm, soft hand on top of your own as a tear slipped down your face. All in all: She’d proven to be a fantastic person. You were pretty sure, as you turned a corner, heading towards the twins’ shop, that meeting her and getting the job there was the universe trying to make up for the many misfortunes that had hit you in the past half-year. 

Walking into the flat you were met by George, who seemed to be doing some of the accounting work that came with owning the shop, he glanced up at you and gave you smile, 

“How was writing?” He asked as you shrugged off your coat, “Well, not that great, since I didn’t write a resumé at all, however,” You said, walking up to him, “I got a job instead!” You announced, beaming at the redhead who looked at you with raised eyebrows, “Really? that’s amazing!” He said, standing up to hug you, “I know! I start on Tuesday,” You said, wrapping your arms around George. 

There was something different about the way he hugged you, you thought, it was… slower? softer? You couldn’t really name it, but something in the way he held onto you so gingerly compared to the way he used to hug you (which you’d once described as trying to hug a bludger coming at you with full speed, same went for Fred) however he also kept his arms wrapped around you for way longer than he’d ever held onto you, well safe for one time, you blushed as you remembered suddenly all too well how the yule ball had played out for you, the feeling of George’s lips pressed against your own, his hand steadily placed on your waist, the other on your face, softly caressing your cheek with his thumb - It all came to you as he held you, his head resting on top of your own, you felt your cheeks burning. You didn’t say anything. 

What you didn’t know was that George’s mind was also racing, fleeting memories of you smiling at him, quickly touching his hands and arms to get his attention in class, hugging him tightly after winning a quidditch match, the way your hair looked in the sunlight as you came running onto the pitch to congratulate him and, of course, you kissing him in front of the fireplace in the common room, the feeling of your soft lips engulfing him, making him lose all sense of time and space. 

Fred was right, George thought,  all he had to do was tell you.

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Day 3: Favorite Relationships/Friendships

Mai & Azula/Zuko

"You both deserve happiness, Zuko.

You and Azula."

I really like Mai. She has a simple yet wonderful family. A wonderful relationship with her husband from what I saw so far. And her relationship with our broken Siblings is very good. I kinda feel Mai knows Azula and Zuko better in canon than Ty Lee and is also closer to them.

She earns respect from them, it is seen from the way they treat her. I like it how both of them go to her for advice. She gives pretty good advice after all. And I want to thank her, or thank Seyary to be precise, for writing everything she said to Zuko when he went for advice about his relationship with Azula. For letting her say everything I wanted someone to say to Zuko. It felt like a little "revenge" moment. She brought everything to the point. She explained both of their attitudes and problems. And (this whole conversation is one of my favorites moments) I liked it how directly she went to the point with asking if he would kill his sister. This might have awoken the emotions in him for her. I guess Azula needs a talk about it too.

I also liked her advice for Azula at the end of part 1. Mai is a very nice character. And may she always be the-older-sister-Azula-&-Zuko-need.

Azula & Rui Shi

"I would like to ask you not to be so dramatic in your flight displays, Princess" said Rui Shi, a grimace on his face "For a moment there…"

"You had thought I would drop to my death?" Azula asked, with a weak smirk "You're not getting rid of me that easily, I'm afraid"

Are words even needed here?? Rui Shi is SO IMPORTANT. And I like his character, but I LOVE his role in Azula's life. He cares about her and would make sacrifices for her. Loyal, nice, loving and caring. He had uneasy times, but still helped Azula with her relationship. I am really happy Azula has him and I hope their friendship never dies. I can't find more words, theirs is one of my favorite relationships/friendships.

Song & Rui Shi

"You're a very determined and loyal man"

Did Rui Shi understand she had grown to like him that much over time? 

Well, they are cute and special. Why?? Because their feelings developed when they got to know each other. It wasn't an immidiate attraction and they didn't seem to be thinking of love or wanting a relationship. They fell for each other and these things won importance because of each other. And only for each other. I mean as far as I understood, both of them are each others firsts and onlys in almost everything. First love interest and all. This is very precious and I adore that. Most likely the best love relationship of all even?? Their feelings are clear and they value each other. I like both of them very much and again a very good idea to make Song an important character and put her together with out favorite OC. Very talented Seyary, as always.

Azula & Zuko

"S-she… she told you about the knife?" Zuko asked, frowning "Why would she do that?"

"Well, why wouldn't she?" said Sokka, blinking blankly and Zuko glared at him.

"Maybe because that knife was something important for both her and me" said Zuko

I really felt a little sad here='(. It was something special between them. As I said, I really like Zuko in Gladiator and I want him and Azula be happy and to get along fine.

At the moment I do not like their relationship but there is still positive progress. Who seems meaner and who seems to care more?? And this is kinda the problem, it is hard to say who cares more or at all. I am looking forward to what will happen to their relationship and hope for love. Doesn't mean they can't joke or annoy each other, but it means they should show they care, love and miss.

And I looovvee their flight and conversation on Xin Long.♥️

Azula & Zhao + Sokka

"Do your worst."

I like their partnership. Their work together and Zhao giving her help and trying to make up for his mistakes. I think they have a pretty fine partnership when they work together so far. They are nice to read when they interact. Does seem to me like he respects her and wouldn't want any harm coming to her.

Azula & Lu Ten

"I miss you so much, Lu Ten."

Just read those flasbacks and read the chapters where she visits him...*_*

Azula & Iroh + Toph

"Ah, it is but art, Azula. No matter how we try, it is impossible to grasp why it is how it is."

Very funny things can happen when these two work together. I liked reading those chapters. And I like it how Iroh gave her advice about the ceremony. Add Toph's comments and everything is even funnier. Azula is just a wonderful girl. Her annoyed attitude towards him almost never fails to put a smile on my face.

Of course after her declaration as Crown Princess, everything flows down the stream. But at least Iroh is still better than in canon in my eyes.

Others

Azula, Mai and Ty Lee's friendship is fantastic. Plus their bond with Zuko. I mean they know each other since their childhood, have a bond and memories.

I also like it when all of them come together. "Azula's Friends". All of them, She, Sokka, Zuko, Mai, Haru, Ruon Jian, Ty Lee maybe add Rui Shi and Song too. Wonderful. Oh my, imagine if Aang and Katara would join them. Azula and Sokka being pretty friendly with each other and Zuko having to sit and watch alongside Katara (these four, really). And if Jet would join as well as Toph... well, I can't even begin to imagine all the conversations, conflicts and all the fun.=DD It is already funny when it is only Azula, Sokka, Zuko, Haru, Ty Lee and Mai. All of them together would go crazy...

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[yesanotherimaneblog]

Being Dustins sister headcanons: Part 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Episode 5

You scream as the room goes down

o   Steve holds you close by the waist

o   You try to hold Dustin but he pulls away quickly to try and figure out the different buttons

o   You pull away from Steve and try to help your brother holding Erica steady

o   When the elevator stops you fall back with Erica on your chest so she doesn’t get hurt

“My groin! It fell on my groin”

o   “Dustin, help me save my future kids please.” You try to joke

o   “Ew, Y/N!”

o   “Your little shit head of a brother and his friends are all the kids I need”

o   You frown at that but know he doesn’t mean it

o   He’s so good with them you can just tell he’s going to be an amazing father

“…Your mom isn’t gonna to be able to find us if we’re dead in a Russian elevator!”

o   “Steve!” You say, touching his arm hoping it will relax him a bit

o   “Erica, your mom knows and likes me, I’m sure we’ll figure something out to say.”

You, Steve, and Robin stay up almost all night trying to figure out what to do

o   The only thing you can think of is wait until someone opens the door takes whatever the rest of the boxes contain and sends the elevator back

o   They have to send it back right

o   At some point you fall asleep on Steves’ chest

o   You wake up to your brother shouting, “Code red!”

o   You go to stand up but Robin stops you

o   “Steves’ got it, plus he needs to let out some steam”

o   You nod, knowing she’s right

“Steve, redirect your stream please!” You yell before turning back to Robin and the panel, “So do you think we can somehow hotwire it?”

o   You hear a loud bang behind you and turn to see Erica banging the green liquid

o   You take it away from her

o   “Erica I hate to break it to you but this is not water”

o   “But it’s a liquid”

o   “A lot of things are liquid, including acids that can burn through bones”

o   Robin puts her ear to the door and goes up to tell Steve that you have company

o   You help Erica climb up and then Steve helps you get up as well closing the door moments before the elevator opens

o   You mention to the kids to be quiet

You go under the door and pull Steve quickly before the tube breaks

o   You weren’t really serious when you mentioned acids before

o   Seeing the green liquid eat through the concrete is something else

o   “Come on, we have a lot of walking to do” you say, mentioning to the kids

o   ‘Why me?” Dustin asks and you smile at him softly

o   “He’s just kidding”

“Promethium. Prometheus is a Greek mythological figure, he gave fire to humans, promethium was actually named after him in a way because it symbolized both the brilliance and stupidity of the human mind or something like that.”

o   They all stop and look at you

o   “What I like mythology”

o   Steve smiles at you

o   Erica whispers “Nerd”

o   You start walking again

o   “All I’m saying is, it’s probably being used to make something.” Dustin continues

o   “... I mean Hawkins of all places…’

o   You stop and look at the boys who stay behind with you

o   “Do you think they know?”

o   “About the…”

o   “They could.”

o   “So it’s connected”

o   “Maybe.”

o   “But how?”

o   “I don’t know but it’s”

o   “Possible” the three of you say in one voice

While Steve is leading you to the comms room you stay behind making sure nothing happens to the kids

You step in front of the kids when you see the Russian

o   Robin tries to talk to him but you can see it’s not working

o   Steve attacks and at first you think you’re gonna have to watch him get his ass kicked but then he actually wins

o   You hug him tightly

o   “God I love you!”

o   You whisper and he stills for a second

o   You haven’t said ‘I love you’ yet

o   After Nancy you knew it would take him time

o   You’ve been holding it in for the last couple of weeks

o   And god damn it you don’t want to die without having told him that

o   “Dude!” Dustins’ voice breaks through the silence

o   “You did it! You won a fight!” He says and Steve smiles

While Dustin and Erica argue over the best plan of action you follow Robin up the stairs wanting to get away from Steve for a minute

o   It’s fine that he didn’t say it back

o   It is

You see the gate and immediately get worried about the rest of the kids

o   Especially Will and El

Episode 6

“I don’t understand you’ve seen this before?” Robin asks confused

o   “To be fair we never actually saw it” you say, hurrying Erica downstairs

o   You need to get out of here immediately and warn the others

The alarm starts ringing and you hurry the kids back upstairs

o   There has to be a way out from there

o   You push a few guards and scientists out of the way

o   You help Steve hold the door

o   “Dustin get out of here!”

o   The Russians keep pushing and Robin comes to help you and Steve hold the door

o   “Come on!” Dustin shouts but you know you can’t follow him

o   “Dustin get some help ok! Call Hopper!”

o   “Y/N I-“

o   “Dustin its ok just go”

The Russians break in and throw you to the floor with Steve and Robin

o   You raise your hands hoping they won’t shoot

They separate the three of you and ask questions

o   “Who do you work for?”

o   “No one. Thought to be fair Scoops Ahoy should hire me! I mean I’m there every day and I’m better with costumers than Robin”

o   One of the guards slaps you

o   “Let’s try again shall we, who do you work for?”

o   “Are you guys deaf or something? No one!”

o   “How did you find this place?”

o   “I told you my boyfriends delivery didn’t come, we went to the loading dock to find it but the room started going down”

They handcuff you and throw you in a room at the same time as Robin and Steve

o   Robin seams fine but Steve

o   You move as best you can to check on him

o   “Steve? Steve, wake up! Steve talk to me!”

o   The guy who you think is the general comes in and you stand up

o   “What the hell did you do to him you ass-“

o   You don’t get to finish the sentence as he slaps you so hard you fall back down

o   He says something and the guards pick you up and put you in a chair

o   “Don’t touch me!” You hear Robin say

o   “Steve! Stevie! Steve come on you have to wake up!”

o   You don’t even notice them tying you so concentrated on Steve

o   The general picks Steves head up by the hair and you start boiling with rage

o   “You touch him again and you will regret it!”

o   He ignores you and goes to stand in front of Robin

o   “Your friend needs a doctor. Good thing we have the very best.” He laughs

o   Robin spits on him and you’ve never wanted to hug her more

Robin starts shouting for help at some point and you consider joining in but you know it won’t help

o   Even if someone hears you, they won’t help

o   After a few moments you hear Steves voice

o   “Hey, would you stop yelling?”

o   “Steve, oh my god, are you ok?”

o   “My ears are ringing, and I can’t really breathe, my eye feels like it’s about to pop out of my skull, but, you know, apart from that, I’m doing pretty good.”

o   Robin lets out a laugh “Well, the good news is they’re calling you a doctor”

o   “Is this his place of work? I love the vibe.” He jokes and you’re about to start crying

You formulate a plan to move together and get the scissors

o   It works and then it doesn’t

o   You fall and you’re on your back looking at the ceiling

o   Robin starts laughing and if you weren’t worried about her mental health before you definitely are now

o   “I’m sorry. It’s just… I can’t believe… I’m gonna die in a secret Russian base with Steve “The Hair” Harrington and Y/N “Queen” Henderson.”

o   “We’re not gonna die. We’re gonna get out of here, okay? You just gotta let me think for a second.” Steve says

o   You stay silent for a second

o   “You know, they only started calling me that after Steve and I started dating. Until then I was invisible.”

o   She stops laughing for a second

o   “Do you guys remember Mrs. Clicks sophomore history class?”

o   You say yes, the same moment Steve says what

o   “Mrs. Clickity-Clackity. That’s what us band dweebs called her. It was first period, Tuesdays and Thursdays, Y/N was always the first one there and you were always late. And you always had the same breakfast. Bacon, egg, and cheese on a sesame bagel. I sat behind you and Y/N was on the same line but a row next. Then when you started dating, she took the seat next to you. I sat behind you two days for a year. Mister Funny. Mister Cool. The King of Hawkins high himself. And then his Queen. Do you even remember me from that class?”

o   Steve stays silent and you nod but say nothing, you know she isn’t really talking to you

o   “Of course, you don’t. You were a real asshole, you know that?”

o   “Yeah, I know.”

o   “But it didn’t even matter. It didn’t matter that you were an ass. I was still… obsessed with you.”

o   You suck in a breath suddenly worried again

o   What if what your suspicions were wrong

o   What if she liked Steve all along

o   What if the reason Steve didn’t say ‘I love you’ back was because he was falling for her

o   “Even though all of us losers pretend to be above it all, we still just want to be popular… accepted, normal.”

o   “If it makes you feel any better, having those things isn’t all that great. Seriously. It just baffles me. Everything that people tell you is important, everything that people say you should care about, it’s all just… bullshit. But I guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right? I mean I’m pretty sure that’s how I got Y/N”

o   You smile a little at that

o   “I hope so. I feel like my whole life has been… one big error.”

o   “I feel the same way!” you finally say

o   “At least it can’t get any more messed up than this.”

o   The three of you start laughing

The door opens and the general comes in

o   The guard pick you up

o   The ‘doctor’ comes close to Steve holding a syringe and you start moving and screaming again

o   “Get away from him you asshole!”

o   “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn as well”

o   After injecting Steve with whatever that blue liquid is you and Robin get a shot and then are left alone in the room

o   You stay silent for a while, wondering what the drug will do to you

o   You haven’t died yet so you count that as a win

o   Its Steve who finally speaks

o   “Honestly I don’t really feel anything. Do you?”

o   “I mean… I feel fine.” Robin says and you nod

o   “I feel normal.”

o   “I kinda feel good.” Steve confesses and the three of you start laughing

o   “They messed up the drug!”

o   “Morons!”

o   “They messed up!”

o   “There is definitely something wrong with us!”

o   “You’ve been working with Steve all summer did you just figure that out?” You ask and they start laughing again

o   The Russians come in again and you’re too busy laughing to really give a shit

o   But then the ‘doctor’ pulls out a big knife and your eyes widen

o   They start asking the same questions and Steve gives them the same answers

o   The doctor goes to pull out Steves nail and you and Robin reveals that you found the code

o   “Uh, well, Dustin knows.”

o   “Steve stop talking!” you warn but he continues

o   “Yeah, Dustin Henderson knows.”

o   “Steve!” Both Robin and you shout

o   “Is this your small, curly haired friend?”

o   “Oh, curly-haired. Great hair. Small. Yeah. He’s my girlfriends’ brother. Yeah, he’s Y/Ns brother.”

o   The guards look at you and you shake your head trying to deny it

o   “Where is he?”

o   “He’s long gone, you big asshole. And he’s probably calling Hopper. And Hopper is calling the US cavalry. They’re gonna come in here, commando style, guns a-blazin’, and kick your sorry asses back to Russia. You’re gonna be two pieces of toast.”

The sirens start ringing and they leave you with the doctor

o   Moments later your brother runs in and electrocutes him

o   “Dusty! Did you get help?”

o   “No get ready to run!” He says as he frees you

Episode 7

Dustin and Erica hurry you to the cart

o   “Are we going for a ride?” Robin asks

o   You frown, even drugged you know something isn’t right with your baby brother driving

o   “Dusty you don’t have a driver’s license”

o   “Y/N sit down and shut up!” he shouts

o   “Fine, jeez!”

o   He drives like crazy and you think you’re going to be sick

o   You laugh with Steve and Robin but then frown and scoot over closer to Steve

o   The cart comes to a stop and you fall back

o   Dustin pulls you out and you go inside the elevator

o   While it’s going up you sit in the corner frowning

o   You stand up and go to Steve and Robin who are pretending to surf

o   “Steve! Steve!”

o   He doesn’t pay attention to you

o   “Stevie!”

o   Nothing

o   You pull the cart from under him and he falls on some boxes

o   You go sit next to Erica playing with her hair

o   “Can we make a pit stop at the food court?”

o   You finally agree with something he said

o   “YES! Food!”

When you finally reach the top and the elevator doors open you skip outside

o   “Has the air always tasted this good?”

o   Dustin grabs you and Steve and shoves you inside the mall

o   Erica grabs Robin

o   You run thought the corridors until you reach the cinema

o   Steve grabs the popcorn from a trash can and you take it from him

o   He tries to take it back but you slap his hand

o   Dustin makes you sit with Robin and Steve

o   “These seats are too close!” Robin complains

o   “These seats blow.” Steve agrees and it makes you angry

o   “I don’t want to sit with them!”

o   Dustin tells you not to go anywhere and you roll your eyes but sit back

o   “You sound like dad.”

“I need water!”

o   You say and stand up

o   “Me too!” Steve says and starts following you

o   “Yeah, water.” Robin is the last to stand up

o   You drink from the water fountain and then let Steve take his turn

o   You go and sit a few steps ahead

o   “…I’m pretty sure that mom was trying to bang her son.”

o   “Oh yeah, for sure!”

o   “Wait, wait, wait the hot chick was Alex P. Keaton’s mom?”

o   “Yeah Steve you weren’t paying attention”

o   “But they’re the same age.”

o   “No, but he went back in time.”

o   “Then why is it called back to the future?”

o   You turn around to try and explain but the motion makes you dizzy

o   You hear Robin explain and then push Steve so she can drink water as well and you stand up

o   Steve is standing next to you looking up so you look to see what he’s seeing

o   The ceiling is moving and you start moving with it

o   Suddenly the dizziness turns to sickness and you run to the bathroom barely aware that Steve and Robin follow behind

You spend what feels like hours puking

o   It feels like you’ve puked your guts out when you’re finally done

o   You flush the toilet and crawl outside but don’t get too far

o   You were hoping you would be able to stand up and wash your face but you don’t have the energy

o   You lay on the floor looking into Steve’s and Robin’s stall

o   Robin is the one who speaks first

o   “The ceiling stopped spinning for me. Is it still spinning for you?”

o   You see Steve look up

o   “Holy shit. No.”

o   “Nope, but I feel like I should be dead.” You say weekly

o   “You think we puked it all up?” He asks

o   “Maybe.” You and Robin say

o   “Interrogate me.” Robin says in a Russian accent

o   “When was the last time you peed your pants?” Steve asks

o   “LAME!” You say

o   “Today!” Robin says and you look at her in disbelieve

o   “When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw.”

o   The three of you laugh

o   “Ok fair.”

o   “Steve’s turn!” Robin says

o   You act quickly knowing if you don’t ask now that you’re still a little drugged you never will

o   “Are you still in love with Nancy?”

o   “What? No!” He says surprised

o   “Robin then?” You ask

o   “No, Y/N why would you ask that?”

o   “Because I said I love you and you didn’t say it back. And you and Robin have a lot of fun together and you really seem to like her and she said it herself she was obsessed with you and honestly she’s a lot cooler than me so if you wanted to leave me for her I would totally get it!” You say in one breath

o   You can see Robin looking at you and look down

o   Steve slides closer to you and makes you look at him

o   “I love you! I didn’t say it back because you caught me by surprise and honestly it was an emotional moment so I wasn’t sure you meant it.”

o   “I meant it!”

o   “Good, and I mean it too! And Robin is cool and I do like her but only as a friend. No offence,” he says turning to her for a moment “and if we hadn’t just puked our guts out, I would totally kiss you”

o   You smile and hug him

o   A few moments later Robin speaks

o   “Y/N, what I said about Clicks class, about me being jealous and, like, obsessed? It isn’t because I had a crush on him. It’s because… she wouldn’t stop looking at him.”

o   “Mrs. Click?” Steve asks confused but you think you get it now

o   “Tammy Thompson. I wanted her to look at me. But… she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. Even when you got a girlfriend. And I didn’t understand because you would get bagel crumps all over the floor. And you asked dumb questions. And you were a douchebag. And- And you didn’t even like her and you had a girlfriend and… I would go home and just scream into my pillow.”

o   “But Tammy Thompsons a girl.”

o   You touch his arm lightly and whisper “Steve”

o   “Yeah?”

o   You and Robin both look at him

o   He finally gets it

o   You all stay quite for a while and you can see Robin getting worried

o   “You know, Tammy Thompson is cute and all but… you can do better!” You finally say

o   “No, I can’t”

o   “Come on she’s a total dud” Steve agrees with you

o   “She wants to be a singer! And she wants to move to Nashville of all places.”

o   “She has dreams.” Robin tries to argue

o   “She can’t even hold a tune. She’s practically tone deaf. Have you heard her?”

o   Steve starts singing and you join in

o   Robin tries to stop you

o   “She does not sound like that!”

o   “She sounds exactly like that” Steve says as you keep singing out of tune

o   Finally she joins in and the three of you start laughing

o   Then Dustin bursts through the door with Erica behind him

o   “Okay. What the hell?”

“Uh, Dustin we can’t go home!”

o   “What why not?”

o   “Cause someone,” you look at Steve, “told them your full name.”

o   “What is wrong with you Steve?”

o   “Dude, I was drugged.”

o   They keep arguing until Robin points out the guards

o   You see one of them looking at you and you grab the kids and run

o   You push Erica and Dustin on the ‘slide’ before going down yourself

o   You all hide behind one of the counters

o   You’re next to Erica and you pull her close looking at Steve and Dustin

o   You can tell they found you and you’re silently praying for a miracle

o   When the car starts honking you smile knowing your miracle has arrived

o   You hug all the kids tightly, especially El

o   You silently check up on Will while the others catch up

o   He sees what you’re doing and nods that he’s ok

o   You should have paid more attention to El

o   She falls down and everyone is immediately at her side

o   You check her leg and see something moving

Episode 8

“Jonathan!” You say knowing he’ll understand

o   The two of you have bandaged more wounds than you should have

o   He was always getting in trouble and you wanted to be a doctor

o   “I know, keep her talking, keep her awake!”

o   “Panda express is through there!” You point him to the right direction

o   You point Mike and the boys to position her correctly and hold her down

o   Jonathan comes back and he gives her a spoon to bite

o   You put on a pair of gloves and see him hesitate

o   “Jonathan, if you can’t do it…”

o   “No I got this.” He says and makes the cut

o   He goes to try and pull it out but you stop him

o   “Try squeezing it out a little, I’ll pull it out.”

o   You do just that but whatever is inside her just won’t stop moving so you can’t get a good grip

o   El stops you saying she can do it

o   You pull away taking the gloves off

You help Hopper pick El up and lay her on one of the benches

o   You quickly gather some stuff from Scoops and go back

o   You help clean her face up and bandage her leg as best you can

You go with the rest of the Scoops troop, back to Cerebro

o   You laugh a little at Steves reaction to the car

When you finally reach Cerebro you have nothing to do but wait so you pace back and forth

o   Steve is doing the same

o   “Remember the last time we were pacing back and forth?”

o   “I tried to teach you how to swing the nail bat.”

o   “You know we could have really used them today!”

o   “Yeah, we should carry those more often.”

o   You smile at each other and he pulls you in for a hug

o   He pulls away after a second and you look up at him

o   He’s looking at something in the distance and you look too

o   Something is very wrong at Starcourt

When the others don’t respond Steve starts running

o   You understand what he’s doing and turn to Robin

o   “Go with him! I gotta stay with the kids.”

o   “And Robin,” Dustin shouts, “stay in touch!” He says and throws her a walkie

“Y/N do you know it?”

o   “I only know 6,62, that’s all we use in school.”

o   “Shit!”

o   He starts changing up the stations

o   “Dustin this isn’t the time”

o   “Suzie, do you copy?”

o   You’re about to seriously murder your brother when…

o   “This is Suzie I copy”

o   You’re about to grab the walkie from your brother and give a piece of mind to Suzie but then he starts singing

o   You know no one will let him leave that down

You know the moment everything ends

Aftermath

Steve comes with a helicopter to get you

o   The medics check up on you and give you blankets

o   You ask him what happened in Starcourt and he tells you

o   Immediately you ask to be transported to Starcourt so you can help Max out as much as possible

o   You know everyone else has family there that they need to check up on

o   When you get there Will and Joyce and El and Hopper are hugging

o   Fight me

On Friday when Joyce and Hopper finally go on their date you plan a little something for the rest of the group

o   You know Will and El don’t need babysitting and neither do the rest of the kids so you get permission from your mom and turn the back yard into a movie theatre

o   You invite everyone

o   Jonathan, Nancy, Steve, Robin, Mike, Will, Lucas, Erica, Max and El

o   Steve is in charge of the barbeque

o   It goes surprisingly well

o   At first you thought about separating boys and girls but you know that wouldn’t be fair

o   In the end couples are just forbitten from sitting next to each other

o   Which is fine cause you get to sit with El and Max and they’re the coolest

o   Steve can’t stop smiling at you from where he sits next to Dustin and Robin

o   You know the date went well cause at the end of the night when Joyce and Hopper come pick up their kids they’re smiling like idiots

o   Joyce picks up Jonathan and Will while Hopper picks up El and Max

o   Nancy and Mike take Lucas and Erica with them

o   Steve and Robin are the last to go

o   You were hoping Steve would stay a bit longer but he has to drive Robin home

o   Robin being a good friend talks to Dustin while the two of you say goodnight

o   He promises to stop by the next day so the two of you can work on his resume

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