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dannydehek · 1 year

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Carl Haavaldsen Outrages HyperCommunity EXPLOSIVE VIDEO destroys HYPERCOSMOS and HYPERNATION

I’ve been watching the antics of Carl Haavaldsen for months. Carl doesn’t care about anyone except himself, he openly professors to promoting Ponzi schemes, claiming to have made $4500 a day out of HyperVerse. He has been in network marketing for over 42 years and in the Crypto industry for 9 years, proudly sharing his journey with his followers to entrap them in the get rich quick investment opportunities he promotes; Ultron, NovatechFX, MacroGold, WippoFund, Pegasus and Everything Hyper and now HyperCosmos! When I saw this video of him explaining how everyone had lost their money in HyperVerse and boldly stating the only way they could get any money back, was by recruiting people into HyperCosmos, this outraged the HyperCommunity. I believe this destroys what’s left of the people who follow all the hyper Ponzi schemes. This is also a condemning video which I will do my best to give to newspapers in Canada showing help latently this guy is promoting Ponzi schemes. Watch the Original Video on my Odyssey account. In this video he alleges “100% clarity of exactly what’s happening with HyperCosmos” he also has requested the video to be removed from YouTube and has removed the video from his own private Vimeo account. The Video was re-uploaded to @HCommunity YouTube Channel, he formally requested them to remove the video. First off, I'm an affiliate, not a Node, so you misrepresented this video with your title. You did not have permission to use this video. You MUST remove it immediately. I have already reported you to Youtube for using my video without permission - Carl Haavaldsen The chat between Rob Woolley and Carl Haavaldsen is priceless, I've copied it below, incase he's successful at getting his video removed, I can assure you he won't be successful at getting my video removed. Carl Haavaldsen @HCommunity HYPERCOSMOS | PRO NODE MEETING | 2022 DEC, you have until the end of the day or I take further action. This is a copyright violation of my own property Rob Woolley @Rob Woolley I am getting flack from the company on this because they said there were some things that were said incorrectly, so I was ask to get it taken down. I am all for full disclosure but I'm also about telling all the facts. If I said something incorrect, the video must be taken down and redone. Now, whoever posted this, should have asked permission. It's a copyright violation to post other people's video without permission Rob Woolley @Carl Haavaldsen I bet you are but I’m not convinced anything was incorrect. Here’s your chance to correct it. What part is wrong? You have everyone’s attention Carl Haavaldsen @Rob Woolley the product is the Academy in Hyperverse as Hyper Cosmos and Hyperverse are intertwined. you can move back and forth between each platform. I admit is was poorly designed that way but a product exists, therefore legit. They just basically redid the comp plan so it was referral only. People buy Cosmos Packages as they bought Hyper packages and both have the Academy as their product Carl Haavaldsen @Rob Woolley the part I had wrong was the HB part. HB's are only used to fund the Hyper Cosmos accounts to where they are pending Frozen rewards. They will not be used for paying out the accounts as I stated in the call, I received incorrect information. So basically converting HU to HB, then moving it to Hyper Cosmos to a pending rewards in there called Frozen rewards like pending rewards in Hyperverse. New sales are now required to pay out those pending rewards instead of a rebuy feature they had in Hyperverse. And of course I said dollars rather than USDT, that upset them as well. I hope this clears things up. Now do you see why I need to redo this. I don't want everyone thinking I gave them the wrong info. I simply misunderstood the info I received and delivered it incorrectly Carl Haavaldsen Don't you want the real info Rob? I know I do so I can move on in whatever direction I choose to go Carl Haavaldsen Besides the title of that video was never to do with a NODE, thats what really got everyone upset. Now my upline doesn't talk to me so I may never get the real truth now. That's on you now if this is your YouTube channel. Reply Rob Woolley @Carl Haavaldsen why would that upset anyone? Wouldn't you be more upset if you were sold into HyperCosmos by someone gaining a 50% commission and all you get is access to the Hyperverse Academy and the chance to sell others the same thing? I'd think that would be a great way to make myself look stupid and lose friends. There's a real opportunity here coming up to Christmas to pay back the 1x in USDT to everyone in HV, HN and HC and just shut shop and move on. Is HN going anywhere fast? That would be a massive gesture of goodwill and they would still have the database many believe is the real value to them. Carl Haavaldsen @Rob Woolley I was just relaying the info I got. I now regret anything to do with this. I'm focused on Hyper Nation. I was just trying to pass on info. Not sure why you and everyone else is trying to smear my reputation calling me a scammer. I'm just passing on the info that I got from my upline. Geez man. So tired of people twisting things and using other people as a smear campaign because they are upset. I have never in my entire career ever scammed anyone. In fact I give a ton of money away to help people make money and this is how people like you treat us. I hope you are proud of yourself and everyone else that is part of this attack on me. Rob Woolley @Carl Haavaldsen just re-read this - are you insinuating this is my channel? No, I have my own and if you feel I am incorrect on anything, feel free to point it out. Would you be interested in being interviewed to clear the air on this and everything else? Rob Woolley @Carl Haavaldsen to dissect your points: You relayed information and said it was correct and you're now saying it's not. Why are those higher up not clarifying this? Why are they always hidden? You seemed to say HyperNation was floundering in this video. Did I get that correct? I've never said you are a scammer nor do I try to smear your reputation. Do you not believe this to be true? The people I see and hear criticising HV etc seem to have good reason. Do you think all critics are lying and these "opportunities" are legitimate? Were they not told passive income, 3x, then 4x? Where's the 1x in USDT as opposed 1x in HU which seems to have little or no value? In your video you say you give away something of little value or did I get that wrong? Do you give away cash or USDT? This isn't about your ego or mine. This is about trying to get the truth so people can make legitimate choices in how to use their money. People asking for the truth aren't "dream stealers", they are people who passionately care about other people, their money, and their relationships with the people they recruit in good faith. I hope you do too. THIS IS A TRANSCRIPT OF THE COMPLETE VIDEO Transcribed using Descript Carl Haavaldsen: Hey, good. Welcome everybody. Okay, so today I had a meeting with Pinakee Naik, who is my upline, who is direct to Keith Williams. And everything that I've been telling you has been absolutely bang on, but there's was a little bit missing, which I got clarity on today. So I have 100% clarity of exactly what's happening with HyperCosmos and why it's being done this way. Carl Haavaldsen: Okay? So I need to go back a little bit to HyperVerse. Okay. So the moment HyperVerse was halted and the reason it was halted because again, we had certain individuals in the company that were manipulating. The system, the payout system, by creating massive amount of accounts using bots. So those individuals were reprimanded or terminated, their accounts were frozen, all assets were frozen cuz they violated all of the terms and conditions. Carl Haavaldsen: Okay? Many of them went on to do smear campaigns about HyperVerse, about, you know, Sam Lee and Ryan Xu taking all the money and running off and all that kind of stuff, okay? Again, smear campaigns was something that was not true. Now, the reason that they had to halt HyperVerse because the resource pool was low and it couldn't continue to pay out everybody at one x. Carl Haavaldsen: Okay? So they created HyperCosmos. Now, the other reason why they couldn't pay everybody out, I shouldn't say that. The resource pool was low. The resource pool, the money in the resource pool was one 10th the value. So HBS in the pool were not valued at one to one. They were valued at 10 to one. Okay. Carl Haavaldsen: Because the value of HB dropped significantly. Okay. Because of everything that happened, or of HU I should say dropped significantly. So, so the hus were 10 to 12 to one value. So paying people out would have depleted the pool before everybody was paid. Okay? Does everybody understand that? Okay. So, Their reasoning for HyperCosmos was they're gonna continue to do what they're doing in HyperVerse with the, the payouts of the HUS converting to HB at a one-to-one to bring over. Carl Haavaldsen: But the only way it will HB will be one-to-one on the USDT is gonna be if new USDT comes in. Now, how HB will get its value back is that when new USDT comes into the system. So it doesn't mean you putting new money in, it's you creating new sales into HyperCosmos, starting with just a hundred dollars packages for people. Carl Haavaldsen: You will make an immediate $50. Now HyperCosmos is paying out right now on all US dollar. Deposits. So if you sign up somebody today for a hundred dollars USDT, you'll be paid $50. That $50 will immediately be put into your balance for you to withdraw immediately. It is happening right now. It is not happening with HBS because the value of HB needs to increase. Carl Haavaldsen: How that's done is for every HB that you have in here. I think I gotta share my screen just to just to show everybody. Okay. Just gimme a second. Just wanna make sure it goes to the rate screen. Okay. So I've gotta go to my account. Let me just, I just gotta move some stuff here. Sorry. Carl Haavaldsen: So this is good news. People are getting paid in HyperCosmos right now, but only on USDT deposit. Oops, that's not where I want to go. I need to go hear it and log in. Carl Haavaldsen: So you can see I have 78,000 USDT sitting here. This is actually HBS, but they are immediately converted to A USDT in the system. So the moment somebody makes a deposit, it doesn't matter what the size is of USDT, you make a 50% bonus on it. That is deme directly given to you. It will deduct it from this. Carl Haavaldsen: This is like your pending rewards up here. It'll deduct it from here, put it in here. And this is immediately available to withdraw on USDT deposits only. Now, let's say, Someone comes in with a thousand dollars and immediately you get a 500 USDT match commission off of that deposit. And remember, you make it off of any deposit that comes in. Carl Haavaldsen: Someone could put in a hundred deposits, you will make 50% off of every deposit they do. Okay? That then gets that, it, it takes out 500 HBS. So 500 HBS are then burned out of the, out of the system. Okay? This is how the value of HB will come back. So when every HB is burned, what that does is it starts to increase its value. Carl Haavaldsen: So at some point when you are coming over with your HBS and you're creating a new packages with them at some point, When the value has increased, they haven't said up to what it's gonna get to, but when it starts to make its comeback, they will then start to pay out in HBS. But for right now, it's only gonna be on USDT deposits. Carl Haavaldsen: They gotta remember, you gotta think we're here, you're taking all of your HBS from HyperVerse, it's going here. So now we're in a new company starting fresh. You guys are the very first people to, to register in there. Now what you need to do is go out and sell. Now some of you're gonna say, well, I'm not gonna do this. Carl Haavaldsen: Well, would you have done that in any other company you went to? So don't, don't treat this as anything any different than any other company you would go to. If you want your money from HyperVerse, this is the only way it's gonna get done. Now you're either gonna run away in a huff and puffy situation, and that's fine. Carl Haavaldsen: It's all okay. But those that want their money out, We'll go out and make hundred dollars sales and get a $50 commission to it, and they'll sell hundreds and hundreds of hundred dollars and they'll just be cashing out $50 at a time. Now, if they did a trickle fee like they did at a half percent a day, someone will put in a thousand dollars and you only get $10 a day. Carl Haavaldsen: Would you rather not get a $500 commission or $10 a day? What would you rather get? Because at the end of the month, you're still making more on a 50% commission. You understand? And you're getting your money out faster. So treat this like it's a brand new company, which it is, but the company has already given you funds ahead of time. Carl Haavaldsen: You didn't have to Audience: deposit anything. Carl Haavaldsen: So all you have to do is go out there and promote HyperCosmos as a get a 50% commission off of every sale you. That's all you have to do because that is what's gonna attract people coming in here. They'll come in here with a hundred. They'll also come in here with a thousand, even 10,000 if they know that they can make a 50% commission on every package. Carl Haavaldsen: And believe me, there are people out there that have money, but they're not, they don't have our previous situation of HyperVerse stuck in their head about, oh, this company, you can't have that. You have to erase that. You have to leave the past in the past and start present right here. I'm telling you now, this is how you will get your money out. Carl Haavaldsen: It is not that hard if you're passive, passive. Excuse. Hang on. I didn't say there was questions yet. I will tell. I will ask questions. I I'm almost done. One sec. Okay. So the company has given you a seed to start with to start getting your money out. A normal business says you would have to put money in in order to get your money out here. Carl Haavaldsen: You don't. Here they're giving you what you've already earned in HyperVerse and putting it here. For those of you that are brand new here and haven't been to my calls before, it is illegal for a company to take pool money from one company and throw it into another company without consent. That's why everybody has to transition over at some point in time, after a certain amount of HB are burned and the value has increased, then they can start paying out with HBS and USDT. Carl Haavaldsen: So it will start to churn at some point. But the, the, the, the actual liquidity pool for HyperCosmos has to start getting filled. There's no other way to do it at this point, because if they started using HBS, we will liquidate the pool in a week because of the value that HB is right now. Okay. So, Let me take some questions. Carl Haavaldsen: Put up your hand. Just click the reactions button and raise your hand and I will take questions. Okay. Dio, go ahead. Carl Haavaldsen: Okay. Hi, Carl. Hi. How you Audience: doing? Carl Haavaldsen: Okay, I'm good. How about you? Audience: Okay. Carl Haavaldsen: I do understand that Audience: To, Carl Haavaldsen: to be able to withdraw in upper customers, we have to, to bring people who we, who will buy Audience: minimum 100 package. Yep. And, Carl Haavaldsen: We will benefit Audience: 50 percentage Carl Haavaldsen: of their of Audience: their, their package, right? Correct. Yep. Audience: So, I would like Carl Haavaldsen: to know the promotion. You want Audience: to start? Carl Haavaldsen: Oh, I'm gonna talk about that a little bit later. I'm gonna, I just wanna talk about this part here. I will talk about the promotion later. Okay. Okay. Just, just not on, just not right now. Because I, I've got a time slot. I wanna put that in. So I'll talk about that, about 20 minutes. Carl Haavaldsen: So I have a question. Should just, you gotta put up your hand please. We do everybody in order. Thank you. Okay. So I'll answer that question in about 15 minutes. Dio, Donny. Okay. Okay. Thank you. Thank you. Okay. Peter, go ahead. Hi, Cal. Hi. Audience: Quick question I can't get my is we invite new people into the business and they're pouring, let's say, a thousand dollars in, oh. Audience: Do they get paid? Do they get paid on a daily Carl Haavaldsen: basis or they get paid per package sale? See, everything is paid instantly. So when you make a. So someone decides from outside, I've never been in here, into HyperVerse or, or anything. They come in and they buy a hundred dollars package. You immediately will get $50, which will be deducted from your total in there and immediately cashable. Carl Haavaldsen: Yeah. Okay. So it it's all immediate cashable. Okay. This is how the company is trying to win everybody back. But the compromise is, is they need the pool filled so it requires new money. They're not asking you to put your own money in. No, no, no, no, no. They're asking you to just refer people. You could buy a package in there with USDT and start that if you wanted to. Carl Haavaldsen: But they're not saying for you to do that. Audience: No, no. If I, I was talking to a guy yesterday and basically he was telling. You know, you know my story and things like that. And I asked, he says, well, how would Carl Haavaldsen: I do that? Then I, I couldn't explain Audience: to him if he puts a th like saying in IBU, if you put a thousand, then you've got like $5 a day, didn't you? Audience: Yeah. How, how does he make Carl Haavaldsen: his money? Well, those people, again, you are going to convert your H Hus to HBS. You're gonna move 'em over to HyperCosmos. Read the full article

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weirdshitfordave · 1 year

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happy beach day

"Dispatch, 320 10-41, any actives?" Matt called with a groggy voice into the radio as his car roared to life in the garage of MRPD.

"Marking 320 10-41 at 02:38" replied dispatch, "no actives at this time" and then sweetly, "Good morning, Honey."

"Morning, Honey." Matt called back as he scrolled through the roster and shrunk into his seat to see it at bare bones (Hall, Dark, Rhodes, Forcer, Stubble, Ziggy, Dugong, Sharp, and any other favorites of yours that I failed to mention). He really just wanted a calm, quiet day of traffic stops.

The red check engine light came on. Off to harmony, Etta!

When Matt gets to Harmony, Etta fixes his car and they have a nice long chat over cups of tea. Etta tucks a thermos for Richard into the glovebox. Matt lost track of time and his tummy was loudly grumbling. Tunes blasting, he zips into the city and decides it is a day for pizza. Maggie and Matt have a lovely chat and she sends him on his way with a few extra pizzas. Matt remembers the tea for Richard and heads out for MRPD.

Thinking that maybe the radio is malfunctioning because he has not heard anything in the few hours he has been on duty Matt checks the channel and calls into the radio, "Radio check?"

A chorus of "10-2's!" burst through before he finishes the question.

He pulls over and scrolls through active units again and they've dwindled, Ziggy and Flop had gone 42. ‘Good for them‘, he thinks as he sighs a little. A car NOS-es passed. Matt takes off after it, lights on, blood pumping. The cars scream after each other. After a mile or so the car slows and pulls over.

Matt and Richard do the funny incorrect radio phonetics bit as Matt approaches the car. It is registered to Flop Dugong! Even worse, Ziggy is behind the wheel. They had noticed how Quiet the city was and decided to have some fun. Matt scolds Flop for endangering his life with Ziggy behind the wheel. Ziggy does that charming ‘haha okay’ thing he does. Matt makes them swap drivers. Richard insists over the radio they get a ticket and strike points and be arrested and be fired. Matt does something reasonable in compliance with the penal code.

Matt sits in his car and turns off his lights. Ziggy and Flop take off. Matt fills out the paperwork. Now several hours into a quiet shift, Matt begins to notice the pleasant bird noises, the warm gentle sun, large fluffy clouds, and he makes a plan. Happy Vacation Dad Rhodes Mode Activates.

Matt races to MRPD and sneaks up on Richard who is jamming out. Matt joins him. Eventually Richard comes back from La La Land. It is a nice moment. Matt passes Richard the tea thermos. They have a cup or two over pleasant conversation and jokes.

Matt asks Dark for help getting dressed for the beach. Roll RomCom style makeover session with several hard cuts to various ridiculous outfits until we land on the one that is Just Right. Dark gets dressed too and Matt sits in the locker room just enjoying this time with his husband.

He sends out a 311 for everyone to meet in the upstairs parking lot of MRPD in 15 min in beach ready gear, attendance is mandatory, and this is an order! Then he texts Flop the same. Matt and Dark leave MRPD to rent a bus.

When they get back to MRPD the whole force is there, waiting apprehensively in breach ready gear. When they see Matt and Richard exit the bus everyone has a good laugh. The confusion is cleared up and they scamper away to get changed. They pile into the bus and start to relax on the nice fun safe ride to the beach.

At the beach they play ball, they swim, they rest, and are at ease. They enjoy frozen treats and lounge in the sun. No one gets sunburnt. Flop and Ziggy build a nice sand castle. Cody lands on it to make a saving ball catch. Flop chases after him screaming things that Flop screams. Ziggy sighs at the pile of sand in front of him before chasing after Flop. As the sunny afternoon turns to evening Maldini's is delivered.

The group ventures over to the Dean’s World pier. They play games, Matt, Richard, Lauren, Jenny, and Connor watch the sunset from the top of the ferris wheel. Flop and Cody's shouts from the roller coaster are faint under the soft wind and carnival noises. Ziggy waits for everyone, struggling to corral the stuffed animals and treasures won on the Midway.

They return to the beach for a bonfire. The party roasts marshmallows and reminisces as the sun goes down. Matt and Richard eventually wander away, hand in hand, from the jovial cacophony. They tune in to the company of each other, sharing the peace of the day, twinkling stars, and easy roll of the ocean. They get an ice cream and enjoy a nice long walk on the beach and . . .

#matt rhodes #richard dark #i just want nice things for matt #lazy writing but written with love #i admire all of you real writers so much #how you manage to capture the way the characters speak is just chefs kiss #gta rp nopixel

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themiraculousladyblog · 4 years

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Marinette: *gives Chat Noir a Christmas gift* Do you like it?

Chat Noir: Like it? I love it. I could kiss you.

Chat Noir: ...I could, I mean, I'd...

Chat Noir: Like to? I... may I? We me? I mean, may we?

Chat Noir: Wait, what?

Marinette: We may.

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leaving-fragments · 4 years

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guy 1: why didn't you do anything?!?

guy 2: i froze!

guy 3: i was

#haha #bad puns #frozen 2 #puns #bad jokes #meme #disney memes #frozen memes #frozen 2 memes #elsa #anna #kristoff #olaf #disney #frozen #sven #incorrect quotes #chat #text #pun #jokes #joke #funny

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luna--dragon · 4 years

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Sonic: You can't just follow me into fire!

Sally: Then don't run into fire!

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #incorrect sonic quotes #sally acorn #princess sally acorn #chat post #source: frozen 2 #sonic archie #sonic au #archie comics #sonic freedom fighters #sonic freedom fighters overdrive #sffo #Sonally

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syll-simpsss · 6 years

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Keith: *shrugs* Yeah, you might call us rivals, but I would kiss you if you asked.

Lance, blushing: What?

Keith, also blushing: What?

Pidge, eating popcorn in the background: *cups hands around their mouth* He said he would kiss you if you asked!

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fangirlshard · 6 years

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Jin: I mean it's crazy.

Namjoon: What?

Jin: We finish each other's

Namjoon: Sandwiches *eats Jin's sandwich*

Jin: You are dead to me

#bts #bts scenarios #chat #bts chat #incorrect quotes #incorrect kpop quotes #incorrect bts quotes #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #namjin #park jimin #jung hoseok #jeon jungkook #min yoongi #frozen #love is an open door #frozen assemble

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ariadne-mouse · 3 years

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I have a feeling this might be a sad one but I'll gather my courage and ask about Speak with Deadssek!

Hallo! I'm glad you asked. It's definitely sad for a bit, but I'm a sucker for a happy ending, so it has one of those too. @thededleadragoria also asked about this title, so here goes for both of you:

The fulcrum of this WIP is that the Mighty Nein canonically do not know that Essek isn't consecuted. What a juicy little tidbit Matt gave us in fireside chat!! I began this fic pretty far into the final Aeor arc with the premise that in the final battle, Essek dies, and the Mighty Nein are suddenly confronted with their incorrect knowledge in a big way.

The canon version of 140 completely sucker-punched me and got me distracted by a bunch of new ideas, but I may still return to this some day!

Here's a snippet:

“But what if-- what if his soul is already in a beacon somewhere? What if he’s already been reborn as-- as-- one of those eyeball-butt cats, or something?! What if bringing him back doesn't even work?!” Jester stressed. “You guys!!!”

Beau chewed her lip. “Or like, what if he’d rather be reborn? Get a fresh start. Stop having to look over his shoulder all the time.”

Jester frowned thunderously. “Only if he promises to find us in his next life, because he’s our friend now, and there’s no takesie-backsies. I want him to come back.”

Caduceus leaned on his staff. “Well… there’s always Speak With Dead. We could ask him what he wants.”

“We should ask,” said Caleb quietly, his first words in some minutes.

“Oh, but that spell on someone we know, though? That’s so weird,” Veth said, reflexively crossing her arms, her nose wrinkling. “I’m used to it being enemies and people we don’t care about. It’s weird if it’s someone we know.”

“It won’t be him,” Caduceus replied. “It’s just… an echo. Of everything he was.”

“An echo seems… appropriate, in a way.” Caleb added, a twist of his face that in a better time, might have been humor. He swallowed thickly. “We need to do this. We need to ask.”

Veth made a face, but didn’t argue.

The Mighty Nein shuffled into motion, gathering closely around Essek’s body. Jester knelt to cushion his head and shoulders in her lap, and gently brushed his hair back from his forehead. Caleb stayed a little ways back, his hands buried in his coat pockets, the tension in his shoulders strong enough to wind a watch.

There was an element of habit in all these proceedings - they had used Speak With Dead many times before, and had performed resurrections too. But along with the muscle memory came a disjointed feeling, like putting on two mismatched shoes. Everyone was uneasy, connected by an unspoken worry: what if Essek asked to stay dead?

It took only a moment for Caduceus to set up. The scent of incense from the Blooming Grove was earthen, warm, and out of place in the frozen tomb of Aeor, a reminder of the world outside and the people they had risked everything to protect. A murmured chant in an old tongue and a few gestures were all that was required to finish the casting.

With the final words, the horrible stillness of Essek’s ashen face was interrupted: his lips parted and he drew in the breath provided by the spell, but immediately it was horrible in a new way, as it was a false breath, and his eyes remained flat. Dead. Empty.

“Hey there, Essek,” Caduceus began.

#thanks for playing! :)#critical role #ariadne writes CR #essek thelyss #the mighty nein #tag memes #wip tag meme #cw: character death #tumblr snippets

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 2 years

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 4,120 Words

Summary: Atsushi finds a small friend in the store. Chaos ensues as usual.

Warnings: Age Regression, Food Mention, Cursing, Past Injury Mention, Fighting Mention, Immunocompromised Character, Xenophobia Mention, Overworking Mention, Fainting Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Translations: Ofitsiant?: Server?; Ni, yo tse vzhe znav.: No, I knew it already.; Brechun.: Liar.; Comment vont les chatons?: How are the kittens?; Ils font du bien. Irina a essayé de se battre à nouveau contre mes cheveux.: They're doing good. Irina tried to fight my hair again.; Ce chat vous teste, il suffit de lui aspergé d’eau.: That cat is testing you, just spray her with water.; Et tirer sur mon bébé ? Je ne pourrais jamais!: And shoot my baby? I could never!

BSD Little Oneshots: Chapter 5: Little!Nikolai x Caregivers! Atsushi & Sigma

Atsushi liked to think he did the Agency's shopping well, he was the most effective at least. The quickest was Kunikida, though he messed up frequently. Dazai was the most incorrect, not shocking.

Ranpo was the slowest, Yosano forgot things, Kyouka only remembered her things, Jun'ichiro usually didn't have time, and Kenji was no longer allowed after purchasing only beef once. Their three new members, Sigma, Poe, and Mushitaro, weren't given the opportunity yet to do the shopping.

But, however, finding a familiar person's smell in the market wasn't a new experience for Atsushi. He'd found all sorts of friends and foes in markets before. He'd run into Poe getting fruit for Karl, Chuuya doing his shopping, even Mushitaro once back when he worked for Fyodor.

But this smell, it smelled like popcorn and peppermint. It was weirdly unique and he'd only ever smelled that odd combination once, during the Decay of the Angels incident, made by one Nikolai Gogol. A certain someone who had been avoiding the police for a year now.

He wanted to check, it could be false, his nose wasn't always correct when he wasn't actively looking for someone. Once he'd even followed Sigma's normal smell of cinnamon and ginger to find it was just Dazai's who had been near Sigma earlier in the day and Dazai, that asshole, his scent was hard to pick up, even when he was actively trying.

So he made a sharp turn into the the frozen aisle and saw him looking over the freezers like they'd offended him. He was quite inconspicuous, for Gogol at least. White hair down but kinked like he'd had it up for a while.

He was hidden away inside a jacket, face obscured by a space-themed mask. He supposed it being Winter, he was also hiding from the cold as well as the police. He saw that he was obviously very tired as he got closer, dark marks under his eyes.

"Gogol." He addressed, getting big eyes to look up at him as he grabbed Ranpo's frozen waffles from the freezer next to where Gogol was standing. Now that he was closer, he could also see that it had been ice cream the clown had been looking at before. "Are you stealing that?" Atsushi asked quietly, getting Yosano's fudge bars into the cart.

"No, I..." He sounded oddly quiet, he supposed hiding from police would make one change their voice. "I can't find it." He looked at him and to the ice cream.

"Find what?" Atsushi asked. He'd decided long ago that markets were peace treaty areas, he wouldn't fight someone in a store. Even if that someone was currently evading police, had stabbed him, planted his leg in the ground like a tree, tore the agency apart, and helped start a worldwide vampirism pandemic.

"Peppermint." Gogol sounded odd still but he spotted said ice cream and directed him to it by the arm. He practically lit up and, with the way his eyes held that same look, Atsushi realized he was regressing much like some of the other kids at he orphanage would.

"Hey, come on. Do you need anything else?" He was abiding his 'no market fights' rule but he also was worried. It smelled like Gogol was alone. Who let someone regressed go out alone without supervision? Gogol tried to take his arm away, trying to shake him off.

"No, you'll arrest me." He looked scared. That was the opposite of the effect he wanted.

"No, I don't arrest people when I'm shopping. I have a rule against detaining people in markets." He assured him and Gogol silently stuck by his side, eventually holding onto his arm with desperate hands as he helped him get the rest of the things on his list.

Whilst they were shopping, Gogol had told him of how he'd just got off from working a fourteen hour shift, he could see his shaking, actually, one he mentioned his shift. It had sent him into high alert because what bullshit was that? Fourteen hours without a break to where your employee was so stressed that they regressed in the middle of a frozen aisle.

"And then I'm done. Thank you, Gogol." He smiled at him, getting a giggle in response that let him know he'd made him smile. Nikolai certainly warmed up to him quickly, he was almost cute. "Do you need to grab anything else? I can bring you home." He offered.

"Dinner. I need dinner." Atsushi realized it was nearly eleven at night. Could Nikolai even cook if he was as small as he seemed?

"What do you need for it?" He asked.

"Want." Nikolai grabbed a pre-made bento with assorted sandwiches from the deli and Atsushi led him up to the counter to pay. "I can pay." Nikolai tried to hand him money.

"Keep it. My treat for helping, the list would have taken me hours. It only took about twenty minutes." Atsushi assured him.

"Thank you." Nikolai still seemed so shy, even for a child. Once they were outside, they moved Nikolai's items into one bag while Atsushi held his own.

"We're out of the market." Nikolai reminded him softly, showing him his hands, trembling wrists held together. He expected Atsushi to arrest him now?

"I've gotta get you home still. You need to eat and I need to get these groceries to the agency after I get you home." Atsushi reminded him.

"I'm not bad? Because I'm little?" Nikolai asked.

"No, you're not in a state where arresting you would be right. And I'm in no state to get you to the Agency even if I did arrest you." Atsushi told him.

"I can go?" The clown asked softly, almost disbelieving he would hold to this. He'd done the same for Chuuya once, after a guy followed him around the store. He smiled kindly at him and Nikolai seemed like he was smiling back under his mask as he nodded.

"What's with the mask, by the way? It know it's winter but there isn't any flu yet." Atsushi asked.

"I can't leave the house without it, my immune system doesn't work, I'd get sick." Nikolai was walking with him, letting Atsushi take him home.

"You're immunocompromised?" He asked.

"Yeah, I get sick a lot. I've been sick twice the last three weeks."

"Why?"

"Because my boss doesn't let us wear masks at work. He says they're unsightly." Nikolai admitted.

"Sounds mean to me. You should be able to wear it if it helps you." Atsushi felt slightly angry at that. someone was practically forcing their staff to get sick to appease themselves only? It boiled his blood.

"He is mean. Mister Aoki doesn't like me."

"What? Why?"

"Well, Mister Aoki bought the restaurant I work for almost four months ago and, when he did, the old owner made him sign a contract saying he wouldn't fire anyone the old owner hired for a full calendar year. I'm one of the only five people left that Miss Minami hired, I've been there for eleven and a half months now. Everyone else quit when he began upping our hours and took away our breaks." Atsushi looked over the way Nikolai looked tense. He didn't like it.

"He's convinced HR that I'm lying and I'm just looking for payout because of Miss Minami's contract. The contract said charges would be pressed on behalf of any employee that got fired and the money from the lawsuit awarded to the employee. That's what happened with Annette when he told her to leave last month, at least. Miss Minami did her best to make sure her staff was taken care of when she retired." He looked a little happier, he guessed, less tense thinking about his old boss.

"He doesn't like foreigners but Miss Minami liked having people who could speak to her patrons in whatever language the customer spoke if they were visiting Japan. We used to have these mini-sections based on who could speak what, so we could make sure anyone travelling could speak whatever they were comfortable with." Atsushi would have liked to visit this place back when Miss Minami was running it from how it sounded. The woman sounded like a saint.

"Can't you contact corporate or anything?" He asked.

"I wish. I'd have to be on the phone for hours and I've been working every day for fourteen hours a day for months now. He made sure none of us had a way to contact corporate unless we stayed up all night and came in again the next day. Because he'd give us a write-up if we called out without a doctor's note, which nobody would have time to get."

"But I get more money out of him overworking me, so, at least, I can save up money for now so I have something when he fires me eventually." He sounded resigned to it, actually, like he was used to being overworked. Atsushi could only imagine the hell Fyodor found this guy in.

"He sounds like he shouldn't own that place if he won't run it correctly." Atsushi assured him.

"I'll probably need to quit soon if it keeps up, I can't handle it much more." For regressed, Nikolai knew how to talk very well. Maybe he was fluctuating since he was with someone? He'd only be able to assume but it was likely Gogol never regressed around others before.

"Where do you work?" He asked.

"Minami Café. Four blocks from my apartment. Some of your Port Mafia friends come through sometimes. That dark one? Your partner, I think? Dazai's boyfriend, Chuuya, comes in a lot too, he likes sitting in my section so I'll speak French with him." Nikolai remarked.

"I think I've been there, almost a year ago I think, with Sigma too. My server was Catalina."

"Catalina quit three months ago. I was probably off the day you came in, Catalina used to be my opposite when Miss Minami was there. If I was off, she was working. We shared a section."

"Ah, Atsushi! There you are! Hi, Atsushi's friend! Kunikida sent me to tell you we forgot to put milk on the list!" Dazai reminded him.

"I know, I got it anyway." He showed him the bags.

"And who's your friend? All bundled up and oh, what a cute space mask!" Dazai poked Gogol's mask, making him buzz back to get the finger away from him. "You look so familiar but I can't put my finger on it." Dazai hummed.

Nikolai had stopped moving. Atsushi was sure he stopped breathing, he was scared. He understood it, he was regressed and hungry and stressed. He was overwhelmed with the amount of interaction, he just wanted to get home. Atsushi, of all people, understood that.

"Hmm. It's not cute enough to hide you, Gogol." Dazai's tone went dark and a pair of cuffs were suddenly on Nikolai's wrists.

"Hey!" He protested, trying to get Nikolai away but Dazai was dragging Nikolai to the Agency.

"You get to explain to Fukuzawa why you pinned the Agency for the Decay of the Angels incident. I want it from your mouth, clown." Dazai roughly moved him, Atsushi was following them, growling at Dazai to stop it, that he was just walking him home and they could talk to him later.

But Dazai, instead, dragged him into the Agency and tossed him into Fukuzawa's office, landing on his hands, shaking still. Atsushi had handed the bags to put away to Jun'ichiro on he way to follow Dazai.

"Dazai!" Atsushi roared now that they were behind closed doors, away from the prying eyes of the public. Gogol looked ready to cry and Atsushi wouldn't blame him if he did.

"Tell him." Dazai demanded. Nikolai looked up at the president, who had stood from his chair to look at him on the floor. He looked at Dazai.

"I wanna go home!" Nikolai bit out.

"Dazai, why did you bring me a fake Gogol?" Fukuzawa asked, sitting back down.

"It's the real one. Look at his eyes." Dazai requested.

"Hm. Yellow and white. The same mark on the left one too. I suppose you're correct. Take him to the holding cell down the hall until we can get confirmation and then we'll contact Ango."

Atsushi wasn't fast enough to grab Nikolai to protect him so Dazai grabbed him by the handcuffs and dragged him off to the holding cell, taking the bag off the Ukrainian's arm before locking him in the ability-blocking bars. It wasn't but a few seconds later that Nikolai collapsed, shaking and breathing seeming hard.

"Open it!" Atsushi snapped at Dazai.

"He's faking, Atsushi. He's a criminal." Dazai reasoned. Atsushi yanked the key from his hand anyway, unlocking the door and taking Nikolai from the cell. He was clammy and clung to him, beginning to cry now that he felt safe again.

"It's okay, I'm sorry." No doubt he'd just dropped even more into that vulnerable headspace and he wasn't well now.

"Dazai? Did you get Atsushi?" Sigma came in asking. "Nikolai?" Sigma asked.

"Atsushi, why are you helping him? He could escape!" Dazai snapped.

"Shut up, Dazai!" Atsushi growled.

"Atsushi, why is he here?" Sigma asked.

"He's regressed, he's not in the right mental space to handle being an adult. I was taking him home so he could eat because he probably hasn't eaten since breakfast and Dazai arrested him." He calmly explained.

"Niko." Sigma crouched with them. Nikolai looked up at him with teary eyes. "There you are, huh, Kolya?" Sigma smiled for him.

"Sima." Nikolai sniffled and hugged tight to Atsushi.

"How old are you?" Sigma asked.

"'M two now. Was six." Nikolai whispered, confirming that he'd dropped more when Dazai arrested him.

"It's okay to be small, Kolya. Me and Atsushi are here, you're safe now." Sigma's soft, gentle voice seemed to calm him, Atsushi was grateful.

"What, are we going to let him go too?" Dazai snapped.

"I need to speak with you. In fact, I'm calling an Agency meeting." Atsushi handed Nikolai off to Sigma, who took the clown with little hesitance.

"Hello, baby bird." Sigma greeted him, hugging him close. "Let's eat, huh, your belly sounds hungry." Sigma offered him.

"Okay, Sima." Nikolai happily smiled, letting Sigma take care of him as Atsushi dragged Dazai out of the room and into Fukuzawa's office.

"I'm calling an Agency meeting. We need to talk about Gogol's arrest before we decide anything." Atsushi requested.

"Alright." So Fukuzawa rounded the other Agency members up and off to the meeting room they went. "Alright, Atsushi, what did we need to talk about?" Fukuzawa gave him the floor to speak.

"Dazai brought in Nikolai Gogol today, Sigma is with him, that's why he's not here." The room went quiet.

They'd been looking for Nikolai for a year, he remembered, since the Agency had been reestablished a year ago, four months after defeating Fukuchi and a month after Dazai was released from Meursault on dropped charges. He was reminded that Sigma, Poe, and Mushitaro had been hired on three months after their reestablishment.

"Yes, you were with him, Atsushi." All eyes buzzed between Dazai and Atsushi.

"I was doing the shopping, as you can tell, the fridge is full again and someone had to do it. I found him in the store but you know my rule about causing fights in markets, they're a neutral ground." He reminded everyone.

"Gogol has been here, in Yokohama, for the last eleven and a half months working at a café. he hasn't done anything wrong and certainly, we'd have heard if he did. I was walking him home, I had full control of the situation and I'd know both where he works and where he lives by now if Dazai hadn't interrupted." He reminded the brunette, who huffed.

"Why did you interact in the first place?" Kunikida asked.

"At first, I had found him by scent. I wanted to confirm, I wasn't planning to interact. But he's regressed, he needed help and I couldn't let him walk home alone regressed. Regression is a coping method, some of the other kids at the orphanage did it, it's to help with stress and stuff. You aren't in an adult mindset, you're in a child's mindset. Gogol said he was six before, when I was taking him home. He's now two, he dropped more due to the introduction of more stress." He explained.

"So Dazai effectively arrested a six year old?" Ranpo asked.

"Yes." Atsushi confirmed.

"You two were talking beforehand, what were you talking about?" Dazai asked.

"His job." Atsushi looked at him. "He was talking about how his new boss is xenophobic and overworks him. We started talking because I asked why he was wearing a mask, he's immunocompromised and he's been getting sick a lot lately because his boss doesn't allow him to wear his mask at work."

"That's discrimination!" Kenji whined.

"Yeah, well, I didn't say his new boss was a good one." Atsushi reminded them.

"So what? We let him continue?" Dazai asked.

"I suggest we keep tabs on him instead of arresting him. It would build trust with him should we need a strong ability like his to aid us at any point, while still allowing us to make sure he isn't a threat anymore." Atsushi suggested.

"It does make sense. If he were in a prison, he could easily break out with that ability. Plus the ability is very powerful and useful if we had access to use it." Ranpo announced happily. "I agree with Atsushi's plan!"

"It would be helpful." Kenji agreed.

"Keeping an eye on him would be quite useful, he sounds like he's assimilated back to standard society again from how it sounds." Kunikida shockingly agreed. He expected he'd have to sway both Kunikida and Dazai.

"Alright, if Kunikida trusts this, then I'm for it." Jun'ichiro agreed.

"I agree with Ranpo. He could easily get out of a prison, keeping him monitored and in a controlled environment is a much better solution." Kyouka agreed.

"It sounds like it could be a good idea." Yosano agreed.

"I agree." Mushitaro told them.

"It couldn't hurt to see first before arresting him." Poe agreed.

"I don't like this, but I agree we should monitor him first." Dazai pouted, like he usually did when he was outvoted.

"Alright, so it's agreed, we'll have tabs on Gogol for now instead of arresting him. If he goes out of line, we can arrest him if we need." Fukuzawa announced.

"Hey, guys, Nikolai says he needs to go home and feed his cats." Sigma poked his head into the meeting room.

"He's free to leave now. Dazai, get him out of those cuffs." Fukuzawa told him.

"Niko, honey, here." Sigma held Nikolai, who looked much less pale and shaky now, Sigma must have made sure he ate, and guided his hands out toward Dazai, who unhooked the cuffs.

"Now, let's go home? Huh? Go feed the cats? Get some sleep?" Sigma asked, Atsushi smiled at them both.

"Okay!" Nikolai squeaked out, latching onto Sigma's arm and letting the other lead him, Atsushi following them to Nikolai's apartment so he could help Sigma take care of him. They were greeted to six little kittens awaiting their owner, who sat with them on the floor, distracting them enough to get said kittens food as per Nikolai's instruction.

"Here, kitties." Sigma called the kittens away to eat.

"Annette's cat had kittens and nobody else wanted them since her cat used to be a stray. There's Irina, Viktoria, Zoya, Sichi, Anastasia, and Vladimir." Nikolai smiled showing off his kittens, who seemed to have little to no reaction to him showing them off.

"Well, you trained them pretty well already." Sigma smiled.

"Sichi is named after you. Sigma, Sig, Sichi. I call her baby bird, like I used to call you. And Sticky, because she needs baths a lot because she likes getting into trouble."

"Well, it looks like you're the baby bird now." Nikolai smiled at him, giggling, as Sigma poked his nose.

"I'm six, birdie!" Nikolai whined.

"Still a baby bird." Sigma told him. "And baby birds should get some sleep. What time is your work tomorrow?"

"Job starts at 8:30. The alarms are set for 7 in the morning so I can shower and get ready." Nikolai told them, letting Sigma pick him up and giggling as he poked at Sigma's arms. "Birdie's strong."

"Always have been. You just never asked to be picked up before." Sigma reminded him, carting him off to bed, helping him get comfortable and Nikolai was out before either of his two companions knew what was happening.

Sigma ended up being the one to stay the night and Atsushi went home to sleep. The next day, showing up to Minami Café with Poe and requesting to be sat in Nikolai's section was fun. Nikolai lit up seeing him and smiled at Poe.

"Any specific way to make your coffee?" He asked Poe once the other had requested coffee.

"Surprise me." Atsushi laughed, Ranpo's influence was rubbing off on poor Poe again.

"So make it how I like it, got it. Four creamers, three pumps of marshmallow syrup, four chocolate espresso shots, with nutmeg. Tastes like hyper Christmas." Nikolai's smile was cute, Atsushi liked seeing it, especially when it wasn't forced.

"And just sprite for me." He told him.

"I know you two are watching me." Nikolai let them know, smile not faltering in the least bit, he appeared friendly still even in his body language. "I don't plan to do anything, but don't get me in trouble, I'd rather not lose money getting pulled into a two hour long lecture again."

"Ofitsiant?"

"Learning Ukrainian for me, eh, Chuuya?"

"Ni, yo tse vzhe znav."

"Brechun." Nikolai laughed. "I'll be back with your drinks." He went to see what Chuuya wanted.

"Comment vont les chatons?"

"Ils font du bien. Irina a essayé de se battre à nouveau contre mes cheveux."

"Ce chat vous teste, il suffit de lui aspergé d’eau." Nikolai put his hand over his heart.

"Et tirer sur mon bébé? Je ne pourrais jamais!" He feigned mock offense, making Chuuya laugh a bit.

"I want to take home the most annoying, toddler-looking meal you can manage. Akutagawa's asking me to bring him food when I come into work today and I plan to bother him while helping him." Chuuya asked the Ukrainian.

"No problem. That would probably be the cheese and garlic soup, mashed potatoes, and the flower and star cut steamed vegetables from the kids menu." Nikolai seemed to take a glee from assisting Chuuya in his torment of poor Akutagawa.

"That sounds perfect, Nikolai, thank you." Atsushi held back a laugh at thinking about Akutagawa eating food meant for a baby. Poe was laughing quietly.

"Nikolai, we'll take the same thing Chuuya asked for back to Dazai after we're done." Nikolai held back his own laugh now, as did Chuuya.

"Getting your toddler to eat is difficult." Chuuya teased. The banter between their two tables continued for all of lunch and both of them getting their to-go orders at the end and Nikolai waved them off before they left.

Eight months later, Nikolai's contract with Miss Minami was up but Chuuya had bought the restaurant two months prior from one Aoki Kenzou once he learned of the conditions that Nikolai was working in. Atsushi was very grateful, so was Sigma when he found out.

Nikolai and all the other workers got a full paid two weeks off after he took over and Chuuya had Nikolai help him send out letters to the workers who had left due to Aoki, both letting them know the restaurant was under new management and inviting them to take their old positions back, no questions or interview necessary, if they wanted.

Atsushi was surprised that half the old staff came back and Nikolai happily welcomed his friends back as Minami Café went back to how it used to work before Aoki came into the picture. Chuuya was running it well if Nikolai not being so constantly stressed was anything to go by.

Nikolai finally had free time and shifts that weren't fourteen hours long without breaks. With his new free time, Nikolai was finally able to help the Agency part time and he finally seemed happy and actually well-rested and not constantly tired.

Atsushi and Sigma still got to 'babysit' him sometimes, which was always cute, Nikolai showing up usually with a kitten or stuffed animal and coloring books to either the Agency office or one of their apartments.

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sometimesiwritebadly · 4 years

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Swipe Right (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Summary: Garcia convinces Spencer to download Tinder.

Warnings: None, i think. Takes place in season 10, mentions Maeve a few times but doesn’t explicitly spoil anything so if you haven’t gotten that far in the series read at your own risk

Notes: wow can y’all imagine if tinder actually worked? yeah me neither, but it’s fun to pretend

Word Count: 1.3k

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“You’re telling me you don’t have a single picture of yourself on your phone?” Garcia questioned, snatching Spencer’s phone from his hand and checking herself.

“Garcia, I only use that phone to talk to you guys and my mother. Of course I don’t have any pictures of myself.” Spencer explained. He tried to reach for his phone, but Garcia held it out of reach.

It’s team bonding night, so everyone had gone out to a local pub to have dinner. Rossi and Hotch had called it a night pretty early, so now it was just Spencer, Penelope, Derek, Kate, JJ, and Will, who had gotten a babysitter for Henry. Somehow, they had gotten on the topic of dating apps, and Garcia was determined to get Spencer back into the field.

“Ok everyone, search your photos, send anything with Spencer to me. There has to be a few decent pictures of you, 187, and I will find them for this profile, mark my words.” The rest of the team pulled out their phones, despite Spencer’s immediate complaints, and began looking through their pictures.

“Oh, guys, look at Spence and baby Henry!!” JJ whipped her phone around, showing off the picture of Spencer and his godson.

“I’ve got a picture of Reid that time Rossi and I got him drunk so we had a chance to beat him at poker.” Morgan said, laughing at the picture of Spencer stumbling around Rossi’s place.

“Oh! Spencer and Sergio!” Garcia said a little too loudly, causing other people to turn towards the table. The picture she showed off was Spencer reading a book during a team hangout a few years back at Prentiss’ place. Sergio was happily sitting in Spencer’s lap, as he pet him carefully.

The team found a few more decent pictures, and within 10 minutes, Garcia had downloaded Tinder on Spencer’s phone - “How do you know my password?” “Please, genius, use your big brain.” - and had made him an account using the pictures (minus the drunk one). She filled in his bio with all the best details about Spencer; FBI agent, 3 PHDs, certifiable badass. (Spencer made her delete the last part.) After the account was made, JJ, Will, and Kate all decided to head out as well, considering they all had children at home. That left just Derek and Penelope to help Spencer get the hang of the app.

“Ok pretty boy, it’s simple. Swipe right if you like them, left if you don’t. If they like you too, you can start chatting with them, get to know ‘em a little better before you meet in person.” Morgan demonstrated, swiping right or left on the first few people that popped up on Spencer’s phone.

“Oh! And if you want to know more about them, you click here,” Garcia tapped on the button of the screen, “And you can read their bio, plus look through more pictures!”

“Guys, I don’t know about this. Girls barely talk to me in person, why would it be any different online?” Spencer didn’t say it, but he had another concern as well. After what happened with Maeve, the idea of falling for someone he didn’t know in person gave him a lot of anxiety.

“You’re a cute doctor! Girls should be worried that you won’t like them, not the other way around!” Garcia said, as she began swiping for Spencer.

“Don’t I get any choice-”

“Nope.” Garcia swiped right on someone, and the picture disappeared to reveal the words ‘Match!’ on the screen. “See! You’ve been on the market for all of 15 minutes and girls already want you!”

And so that’s how the trio spent the rest of the evening; Derek and Penelope making decisions on Spencer’s love life, while Spencer tried and failed to have a say in anything. Spencer hadn’t expected much, but by the time they’d left the pub, Spencer had 23 matches - and on the way home, his phone buzzed an additional 7 times, bringing his total to 30. 30 women that wanted to get to know Spencer. That’s more women in one night than Spencer had dated in his entire life. Of course, besides the beginnings of small talk Derek had started on his behalf with a few of them, he didn’t actually have any dates. Derek had said to give it time, not take it too seriously, and at least one of them would be willing to meet him in person. But without the guidance of his friends, Spencer had a harder time building the confidence to actually talk to these women.

In the safety of his apartment, Spencer spent another half hour on the app, swiping left on nearly everyone he came across. Derek and Penelope had warned him to not be picky, but Spencer was a romantic at heart. When he looked at the pictures, he just didn’t feel anything. He wanted his heart to race, his cheeks to heat up - something to indicate a connection. Knowing that he would probably never get that through a screen, he got ready to close the app and head to bed. One last profile caught his attention, though.

Y/N. Her profile picture showed her posing in front of the Capitol building, smiling widely. He clicked on her profile, and scrolled through her other pictures; Y/N posing with a group of friends, Y/N eating frozen yogurt, a candid picture of her looking through a bookstore. Her bio was short: “Hey, I’m Y/N. My friends talked me into this, but I doubt it’ll work. Feel free to prove me wrong.”

His heart wasn’t racing, and his cheeks weren’t warm, but he did have a feeling. Spencer couldn’t put it into words, but he knew there was something about this girl, so he swiped right. Spencer tried not to be too disappointed that he didn’t immediately match with her, but he knew there was a chance she hadn’t seen his profile yet. So, he locked his phone and promptly went to bed.

~~~

The next morning, Spencer had forgotten about the girl until he got a notification on the way to work. The Tinder logo popped up on his screen, followed by the words, “You have a new match!” Spencer quickly unlocked the phone, and surely enough, it was Y/N. Spencer began to type out a message, but couldn’t decide what to say

Hello. (delete)

Hi, How are you? (delete)

Did you know online dating has a success rate of 44%? (delete)

Before Spencer could figure it out, a message from you appeared.

Hey, I’m Y/N.

Do you really have 3 PHDs?

And just like that, the conversation took off. Throughout Spencer’s day at work - luckily, no new case today - You two held a steady conversation. By the time 5 o’clock rolled around and Spencer was ready to head home for the day, he knew your job, your favorite bookstore, and your strong opinions on Doctor Who - Spencer had claimed that the 4th Doctor is the best, and you spend the next half hour trying to convince him that the 10th Doctor is actually the best. The only thing you guys hadn’t talked about was meeting in person; Spencer wanted to see you in person, watch you excitedly talk about things you’re passionate about, hold your hand...he just needed to ask. Surely, if you weren’t interested, you wouldn’t have talked to him all day, right?

Do you think we could get coffee sometime?

He sent it before he could regret it. He watched anxiously as the three dots appeared on his screen, then disappeared. His anxiety skyrocketed, and he nervously began to type out another message.

We can keep talking about your incorrect views on Doctor Who.

After a second, a response popped up.

I think you mean your incorrect views, Spencer.

Does Saturday work for you? 10 am at Duke’s?

Spencer thanked every god he could think of before he sent you his response.

I’ll see you then!

~~~

In Garcia’s batcave, Penelope had hacked Spencer’s Tinder account, and she and Derek watched as Spencer got his first date since Maeve.

“Ha! Told ya Spencer could get a date without your help!” Penelope exclaimed, turning away from the screen to look at Derek. She held out her hand, and Derek reluctantly pulled out his wallet, and placed a ten dollar bill in her hand.

“Yeah, whatever. I’d be more upset, but I’m happy for the kid.”

~~~

tags: @dr-reid-ismyspiritanimal @la-vie-en-amour1

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds #derek morgan #penelope garcia #criminal minds fic #spencer reid fluff

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cuddlecave · 3 years

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i keep thinking about that alternate thingvrai au in which gord is assumed dead as the rest of the team flee the outpost, only for gord to show up at the new one they fled to after having been carried across the antarctic by thingrey, kept warm in the alien’s gut. only THIS time, thingrey calls out to the team to give them a heads-up that he's out there at the entrance to the base, and hoping that'll make him seem less threatening. also he's not thinking the best because good god is he tired. he splits open his torso to drop gord, who groans a complaint, and then leaps up like “GUYS WAIT NO IT'S ME, CHECK MY TOOTH FILLINGS OR WE CAN DO THE BLOOD TEST PLEASE-” and thankfully, they don’t torch him this time! but then thingrey collapses and gord's like oh shit and then "Okay I know this sounds crazy or suspicious as hell or whatever but you guys GOTTA trust me and help me get this guy inside so he doesn't freeze sleeping in the fucking snow." during the week long trek across the winter wasteland, gord and thingrey chatted it up a lot. didn't have much else to do, so, y’know. gord got thingrey to infodump about his backstory and all that, and while thingrey’s asleep after they get to the new outpost, gord relays what all thingrey told him to the team. when thingrey wakes back up and sees he's in a room full of people, he first panics and goes into defensive body horror monstrosity mode, and gord has to calm him down and assure him that no torching of aliens will be happening any time soon. the sciteam are just all ?? ???? ? over this actually working. that, and what all gord told them, has them thinking that mmmmmmaybe they had some incorrect assumptions about the creature... also thinking that this other b'mesa outpost they're all at is one that they were able to fly to with the one remaining untrashed helicopter, but said chopper didn't have enough fuel to get them farther than that. they contacted 'mesa on the mainland and have been awaiting a ride home. thingrey is a little bit nervous about going with though, as from the other employees he'd assimilated, he knows just what kind of facility b'mesa is. he really doesn't wanna go back to one of those. gord however isn't willing to just leave the guy who saved his fucking life all alone on that giant frozen rock, and the others are coming around to feeling sympathy for thingrey too, after both hearing about what his whole deal is and seeing how very clearly distressed he is by the idea of going to another lab. in the end, thingrey ends up taking on forz’s looks, pretending to be him again, when time comes to head back to the states on the mainland. after they all get home, that’s when thingrey starts ‘designing’ his own unique human look, and the team help him with getting some forged legal papers. I’M A BIT TORN WITH THIS IDEA cause i love the team coming around to thingrey after seeing him save gord’s life... but this scenario doesn’t let gord see thingrey’s true lil’ grub form/have thingrey having to hang with gord in his lil’ grub form and i LOVE gord and lil’ grub thingrey hanging out. .....maybe something else happens before their ride home comes. something that makes thingrey have to sacrifice the bulk of his biomass, reducing him to just a lil’ grubby. HMMMMM............

#bf tum is the warmest place to hide

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serensama · 4 years

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To Release #4-#7

In my unbridled rage, I started and finished everything- even the two I lost for Jumin and Saeyoung. I specifically apologise for Jumin’s- it’s short and brash and nowhere near to the standard that my original piece had. I poured my heart out into that one... and it’s gone. I do not have the strength to try to write it again. So, instead I offer my apologies. This was written in one sitting with no editing, so this will have typos and missing words and incorrect tenses everywhere. Again. My apologies.

Jumin, Saeyoung, Saeran and V need to let MC go.

Years ago, I had asked the amazing @promiscuous-jalapeno to write a HC for me when I was too scared to write my own and she did an amazing job- tore me right up it did. I asked her shortly thereafter if she minded if I tried to do it and she was kind enough to encourage me. Nearly 4 years and I’ve finally done it.

Trigger warnings: Character death, curse words, mild sexual themes, and cancer.

This is for my friend, my sister- Susana. I don’t know how to let you go. But one day I will. And one day I will see you again. Rest well until then dear one.

This is for my baby, my puppy Meiko- run free my little one. I know you’ll be waiting for me too. Keep Susana company and keep her safe until we catch up, okay? Good Boy.

Jumin:

- They came home from a business trip and MC wasn’t feeling her best, but it was a long trip and she was bound to be tired.

- Except she was sick for over a week and she was too tired to fight Jumin to not send over the doctor to check her over.

- It wasn’t good news, but not yet the worst.

- So of course Jumin sprang into action. He called every doctor he knew and every pharmaceutical company, money was not an issue so he could afford to ensure that MC got the best of care. However he never paid for anyone to assist him in looking after his beloved wife.

- He took time off work and appointed Jaehee into a temporary role to replace him whilst he looked after MC. From fluffing her pillow to bathing her to ensuring the correct doses of medication were taken on time, no task too menial or below him if it was for his MC.

- And after a year of treatment, she got better. Things were back to normal, sure she wasn’t as strong as before but she had time to build up that strength. To be stronger than before.

- Two years passed and her sickness was almost forgotten, except when she wouldn’t wake up one day.

- Jumin couldn’t wait for the doctor to come to him so in his pyjamas he carried her to the car and drove to the doctor’s house himself.

- There was nothing left they could do. All treatments exhausted, the cure would end up ravaging what was left of her life.

- Instead of staying idly by at home she refused for Jumin to take any more time away from his company like he had those years before, she wanted to make sure he could still return to being Jumin even when she was long gone.

- But he didn’t know how to be Jumin without her anymore. He didn’t know anything.

- The sickness was relentless this time, only weeks before her body rejected the years of hard work and effort she had given to get better. She was weaker than before. She had no more fight to give.

- However before she was completely bedbound MC asked Jumin for a favour. To return back to the vineyard he had taken her to back when they were just engaged. She longed to see the sunset amidst all the red and purples. Longed to relive a time when things held so much more promise.

- How could Jumin refuse?

- It was a long drive but he quite fancied the idea of spending hours in the backseat with MC just talking to her, playing with her hair, her hands or running his own down her cheeks. Any time with her was all he needed to be content.

- They were talking, just chatting away, lost in the in between, the mixture of what was memory and what could be… when she slipped away from him. So quietly and gently as was her way, never disturbing him in life… or in death.

- He held on to her, wishing and hoping to anything that would listen to give her back to him. He would pay any price, do any deed if she would just come back. He didn’t know he was saying these out loud. Didn’t know anything else existed.

- Driver Kim asked if they should head back or perhaps go to the hospital but Jumin wouldn’t have it.

“Drive on.” “But Mr Han.”

“I said. Drive on.”

- And so he did. He drove and he drove and all the while Jumin kissed MC’s brow and let his fingers trace her soft, frozen features. She was still warm. He knew she was gone but… she was still warm.

- They had stopped for petrol not surprising seeing as they had driven throughout the day and it was almost midnight, he didn’t even know where they were. Nor did he care.

- Then the door opened beside him.

- It was cold.

- Cold air rushed through the car and MC would get…

- “Assistant Kang.” “Mr Han.” “What are you doing here? It’s late and you’re in your nightgown.” “I’m here to help you Mr Han.” “I am in no need of help.” “Driver Kim called me and told me what happened. Oh Mr Han, I’m so so sorry.”

“I… yes. Thank you. If Driver Han needs to be replaced in order to sleep then please arrange for another driver to meet us here and we can continue on-”

“Where are you going to go Mr Han? You know this isn’t right, you need to take her back.” “Assistant Kang this is above your pay grade.” “She was my friend Mr Han. Not just your wife. You can’t dismiss me for trying to help my friend.” “She is fine.” “I wasn’t only talking about her.” “Assistant Kang-” “Jumin.” “Please.”

- Jumin stopped and stared at his friend, eyes bloodshot and skin pale. “Jaehee. I … I don’t know what to do…” “Let me help.” “If I let her go now… if we turn around and she goes… I don’t belong anywhere. She was my home. When I got back to that apartment that won’t be home because she won’t be there. I can’t return to C&R because that’s where we worked together. Right now… here… this is all I have left Jaehee.” “Jumin-” “If I don’t leave this spot. I can tell myself that she’s sleeping. That none of this is happening and she’s just sleeping until we get to where we need to go. If I go out there… it makes this real. I’m not strong enough to let this be real.” “…” “I can’t do this.” “…” “I can’t do this without her.” “…” “I’m scared.”

“I know. Me too.” “I can’t.” “But you will, you will learn. We all will, together.”

- Jumin nodded and allowed Jaehee to help. His hold on MC still as strong as ever. However when the time came for him to let go, to relinquish his grip on her, he learned that he did know how to release her hand… and still remember the feel of her hand in his. He took one last breath of her scent and muttered words of love in her ear once more.

- In time he would learn to live again, how to function in society and somehow continue on. And perhaps, one day he would learn to exhale and know how to breath again.

- Perhaps.

Saeyoung:

- It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.

- That was the saying wasn’t it.

- It kept replaying over and over in his head as he sat in the ER replaying the scene in his head. Trying desperately to retrace his steps and find out where he went wrong, where it all went so so wrong.

- It was just a normal afternoon, MC had managed to drag him away from the computer and one thing lead to another and they got into a play fight, nothing out of the normal for them. Rough and tumble play was a great opener for rough and tumble sex after all. She had pinned him down between her legs and he pushed on her shoulder a little harder to try to tip her over and instead of the haughty laughter that would normal bubble out of her mouth, she screamed. Blood curdling. Sweat inducing. Heart drop stopping. Screamed.

- Saeyoung watched as he could see the visible dip in her collarbone as she rocked back on forth above him with tears streaming her face. The red head scrambled out from beneath her, cursing his lack of grace as he accidentally jostled her, her wails of pain resonating deep within his ears.

- He could feel the adrenaline start to course through his veins and his thoughts clouding and clearing at the same time. He had scrambled to his desk and found his phone and wallet and pocketed them before carefully helping MC up and escorted her to the car, every movement measured and cautious to ensure the least amount of pain for her. And for him. Hearing her cry out like that… it was the worst kind of torture.

- So there he was. All alone with his thoughts. His cyclical, evil thoughts. Finding ways he could have prevented that from happening. If only he didn’t hit her so hard. If only he didn’t work so much and paid more attention to her and… shit.

- He opened and closed his eyes, squeezing the tears away that came unbidden, staring mindlessly at the speckled tile of the waiting room.

- After what may have been hours or days, two feet came into his line sight, forcing his eyes to rear upwards to the face attached to the scuffed white sneakers.

- The doctor in front him continued to talk and he could feel his head nod along at what he thought may have been appropriate times, his words muffled and obtuse. Until the word he hadn’t expected popped up and it felt like it crashed straight into his eardrums and forced his world off kilter. Forcing him further down into his seat as if his spine had melted and settled to the floor.

- It was just game. Harmless. They were laughing. She was laughing.

- She was dying.

- The disease already deep in her system, deep within her. Untapped and unchecked. That was why she was so fragile- he had always known that he had to be careful with her- and he had placed the chink in her brittle armour.

- The doctor tried his best to prepare him and make him understand that were ways to keep her comfortable until her time would eventually come to pass.

“Weeks… maybe months…”

Maybe.

- She was so small in the bed. Her arm in the sling and so pale even amongst all the white. The bastards had told her everything as she sat in the room alone and in pain, no one to hold her hand and tell her that everything would work out just fine.

- He would make sure of it.

- She offered him a small smile and a playful shrug of her shoulder which earned her a string of colourful language falling from her tongue. He smiled and shrugged back. Small, familiar gestures to offer them both comfort; falling short but the intent warming nonetheless.

- The doctor said his goodbyes and left the two to their own devices.

- “I’m… I’m so sor-”

“No.” “…No?” “I don’t have enough time left on this earth for sorry ‘Young.”

“You will. I’ll make sure you’re around until you’re old and grey, giving me more time to apologise for all the stupid things I still have to do with you.” “-‘Young-” “Like, I still need to go skinny dipping at the new waterpark that opened up.” “You promised you were going to do that at night where no children would be witness to your dangly bits-” “Or wear another one of your new dresses and stretch out the arms-” “-I can’t believe you did that, Jaehee bought that last dress-”

“Or throw our kid up in the air and accidentally smash their head into the ceiling.” “….”

“The point is… you’re going to be around.” “I will try.” “No, you will be. I don’t care what I have to do. I’ll contact Jumin… o-or Vanderwood… or a couple of the other agents I used to keep in touch with-” “Saeyoung, no.” “… Surely someone will know a better, more advanced treatment that can give us more time and-” “Saeyoung-” “I might have to do a couple of jobs in return-”

“NO!”

- Her voice echoed out of the room and into the hall, snapping him out of his musings. “No. No more jobs. No Vanderwood. No agents. Don’t… I don’t want that. I want you. Here, with me. I don’t want you out there doing God knows what that could have you hurt or dying-” “AND I WANT YOU TO DIE HERE? NOW? NEXT WEEK? NEXT YEAR?” he bellowed back, hands shaking the end of the bed, her chart clattering to the floor. “If I can fix this, doing it anyway I can, I will.” “Saeyoung… please…” “I don’t want to hear it-” “Please I’m scared.” “… MC…” “I’m scared for me and for you and… I don’t want to do… do this right now and… I want to go home but I c-cant and-”

- Her words dissolved into shuddering cries, quickly buried in Saeyoung’s protective embrace. Their squabble forgotten the moment he heard the crack in her voice. Saeyoung tightened his hold on her and brushed his lips against her hair, breathing in her scent.

- He wouldn’t leave her, however he wouldn’t sit futilely by and just watch the woman who saved him wane away into nothing- not when he could do something about it.

- After undergoing more tests and meeting after meeting of specialists with their shots and pills and treatment plans- they were finally able to go home.

- Except for MC, it may have been better to stay in the hospital because for all intents and purposes she was alone. He may have not been going out doing secret missions and getting shot at but he was always at the computer or on the phone, talking in hushed tones that seeped through the walls no matter how low he spoke. Each secretive whisper adding to the loneliness she felt inside her own home. Beside her but not with her.

- Taking care of her every need but not the one she needed most.

- Time. More than food, water or air. She needed time with him… and she was running out of it.

- And he… out of options.

- No one had anything he could access without going back in deep and to do that meant to go crawling back to… MC would never forgive him… but if she was dead he would never be able to forgive himself.

- It had been two weeks and she looked like she was stable. This mission would pay well and get the CEO of the best pharmaceutical company in his debt, it would take four days, one week tops. It would be worth it. She would be safe and they would have time together, time enough to waste arguing over this and to move on from it. He would do anything.

- Saeyoung had purposely planned to leave on a night where Saeran was out with his friends and had waited until she had fallen asleep with her dreams playing behind her eyelids. Saeyoung pressed the lightest of kisses onto her forehead, on the tip of her nose and on her perfect lips. His silent apology for what he was about to do.

- He picked up his bag and headed towards his garage, thankful that he didn’t have to say goodbye to her lest he lose the will to do what was necessary.

- Steeling his resolve, Saeyoung took in a deep breath and readied himself for a task he’d have done in the other life he had left far behind. Digging into his shirt he found the crucifix at the end of his necklace, the silver shining even in the dim light of his car. A prayer, a wish, a vow- sealed with a kiss to the cold metal.

- He was ready and prepared. He was all set to go- what he hadn’t accounted for was a certain blonde haired friend walking up his driveway with a bag of fried chicken to share.

- “…Yoosung?”

“Hyung? Where are you going off to?” “Wh-Why are you here?”

“I was in the neighbourhood and thought that you and MC Noona would like some company? It’s been a while since I last visited.” “Uh… uh that’s… now’s not a good time right now… I uh… MC’s not feeling well and I’m about to get her some medicine and-” “She’s right.” “Um… what?” “She says nowadays you’re so out of practice, you get flustered when you have to lie.” “What… what are you even talking about? Look I don’t have the time, I need to-” “I don’t know where you’re going. Or what you’re about to do… all I do know that you leaving MC alone now is the worst thing you can do.” “All of you don’t understand that I’m doing this for MC-” “And you still can’t get it through that thick head of yours that you trying to do what you believe is best for MC always leads to hurting her more!” “Could you just get out of the way?” “All those years ago- when you pushed her away, made her suffer all alone- you’re doing it again. She can’t talk to you so she talks to me, to the rest of the RFA. You’re letting history repeat because you think you know what is best and not taking her feelings into account.” “Don’t be ridiculous-” “She’s dying Hyung. The way she talks… she doesn’t have long. Are you really going to spend one second away from her when all she wants is you? Not me. Not anyone else. Just you.”

- Saeyoung could feel the wall he had built up to cage his emotions slowly crumbling away with each passing second. It was true, he had learned nothing. Making the same mistakes. Hurting the same woman time and again. It was time he made the right decisions.

“So stay. Please Hyung. Don’t do this, not again. She needs you.”

When did you get so smart Yoosung? “Did you bring any of the spicy kind? You know MC loves those the best.”

- Yoosung smiled and nodded, of course he did.

- They both went back into the house to find MC sitting up in bed, all bleary eyed and hair sticking up at odd angles.

“… Do I smell chicken?”

- So they all sat down on the bed, regaling in each other’s company and good food. None of them mentioning the fact that there was a backpack at foot of the bed.

- Saeyoung made a new promise then and there, amidst the sounds of Yoosung asking MC advice about how to ask one of his LOLOL guild members out, that he would make every last second count and make it worth a lifetime. He would take every chance he could to bring her joy, to make up for all the times he made her sad. In homage for all the times he would never get to make her happy in the future. He would fill her time with laughter.

- Her descent happened slowly at first, needing to nap a little bit more, the aches in her body happening more frequently. Then as her sickness began to sink its claws deeper into her, the fatigue had her bedridden and the drugs that kept her ‘comfortable’ were slowly getting becoming ineffective. However throughout it all- Saeyoung still made her laugh. Through the pain and the exhaustion, her heart was full. She was not alone after all.

- They would spend the days snacking and watching anime. Baking cakes for breakfast and having ice cream for dinner. Ordering food at 3am in the morning. Taking long drives out to nowhere and sitting on the roof of his car and stargazing. It was on one such a trip that he knew what their next great adventure should be.

- The new drugs she was on… she could barely stay awake. She had mere moments in the day where she was lucid, not enough energy to barely keep a conversation longer than 30 minutes at a time before needing to rest. She was going on without him and there was nothing he could do but…

- He made one last phone call.

- She was awake, she knew it- but it was dark… oh that was right… ‘Young had blindfolded her. Where were they going? They were in the car before but she had told him she was tired… she must have fallen asleep and he wanted to keep this destination a mystery… what… what the hell was that noise… “’Young… slow… slow down you’re driving too fast.” “Sorry, no can do MC… I promise, it will be worth it.” “… S’long as you’re being… careful.”

- A familiar pull drew down in the pit of her stomach as she felt the car lift off the road.

- The… wait

- “Young?”

- Fast. They were going too fast. “Young?!”

- Her heart thumped harder in her chest, fear coursing through her as she was certain and frail bones could no longer contain the strength of her heartbeat.

- And then- light- she was so light. Only tied to the world by the harnesses holding her in place.

- Warm hands unfastened the tie around her head, the light piercing her eyes as they adjusted as quickly as they could. Bright red hair and obnoxious orange glasses, kind amber eyes and smile… such a beautiful smile from the man she loved. Strong arms wrapping around her to hold her close as they swam in the free air of the plane, unbound from the constraints of gravity.

- As they came back down the first time MC gasped and clapped in glee, tired eyes gleamed with joy and as she realised just what was happening.

- “Saeyoung…” “We did baby… we’re at the space station… just like we always said we would be.”

- Again and again they basked in the feeling of lightness, those snippets of time where they were free of the of the weight of the world and everything that awaited them when they would eventually land.

- “’Young… we’re flying… we’re flying.”

“… We are.” “’Young… ‘Young…. Flying.”

- His fingers curled into her clothes as he clung to her, her body so tiny against his and even though she weighed nothing- cradling her lifeless body would forever be the heaviest thing he would ever had to bear.

Saeran:

- She was just getting a physical because she had gotten a new job.

- She felt fine.

- She was completely blindsided by the fact that she had been asked to come in by the doctor who had examined her.

- Apparently… apparently she had something wrong with her heart. Something she was born with. Largely inoperable and… well it didn’t… it didn’t bode well.

- She could try some medications to slow down what was happening but…

- MC told her parents over the phone. She had planned to tell Saeran some other time when she knew how to handle it better, when she could think of a way to make it sound more palatable. But how did you tell the person you loved that you were going to die?

- No. MC was not ready to tell him.

- Which of course meant he walked in on her crying to her mother that she didn’t want to die.

- She didn’t expect him to take the phone and hang up it up. Didn’t expect for him to look at her with wild eyes and limbs shaking, lips pulled tight with worry and blood drained from his skin. She didn’t know what to expect. “Is it true?” was all he could ask, his voice so quiet she could barely hear him. She nodded. “How long have you known?” “Three days.”

- She didn’t expect for him to throw the phone against the wall beside him as he rushed out of the door, trying his best to ignore her cries of his name. How could she expect for him to handle this well when she couldn’t. MC just slipped to the ground from their sofa and continued to cry on her own, still muffling her sobs for a reason far beyond even her knowledge.

- He didn’t know what to do. Too many thoughts. Too many feelings. None of them good and all too fast for him to catch between too clumsy hands. He felt as if his skin wasn’t enough to hold him together and he would burst at the seams and still… he would still have too many thoughts and too many feelings.

- He had to do something. He couldn’t save her. He couldn’t do anything right. But he know so many ways he could do something wrong and he could do those over and over again.

- He didn’t target anyone specifically. Just some random guy on the street who was yelling at his girlfriend? Sister? Co-worker? He didn’t care. He just had too much pain in his head and in his chest and if he didn’t…

- He felt an explosion of agony in his fist. He probably splintered a bone or something. Didn’t matter. This pain he knew, this pain he understood and knew how to stow away and forget about. This pain he could handle.

- So again, one hit then two, until the guy was out cold. He felt someone spin him around and try to subdue him but no, there were too many emotions and not enough skin to contain him. Two guys, then four. Whose blood did he wear on his hands? His own? His foes? He didn’t care. More. He needed more screams that weren’t his own… cries that weren’t hers.

- Finally someone managed to connect with his eye and he was almost giddy from the sting of their right hook. Yes. Yes. He needed this.

“Saeran! What the hell?” Oh. The actor. Great.

“Fuck off Zen.” “No. Stop. STOP! What are you doing- hey buddy get off of him I got this handled- why are you attacking these people?” “Fuck them and fuck you. I don’t answer to you.” “What would MC think of this? She’s been by your side and helped you through all these years and you repay her by deciding to on a crazy free for all?”

- At the mention of her name, a flurry of emotions passed over his face. Anger. So much anger. Until it subsided into a frown, and then a shuddering breath and a chocked sob.

“It doesn’t matter what that woman thinks-” “Woman?!”

“She’s dead.” “What?!” “She… she will be. She’s good as dead. She’s sick. Dying. She’s leaving me behind so … it doesn’t matter what she thinks or does from this point out because.. it’s me. Again it’s just gonna be me so you can go to hell and she can too.”

- Zen’s eyes softened at the sight before him. Of course. Of course. If MC was his girlfriend and she told him she was going to pass away… well… he couldn’t blame Saeran. He might have done even worse.

“Saeran, I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t want your pity asshole.” “What can I… is there anything…” “Shut up! I was doing just fine without you. Without all of you. Leave me the fuck alone.”

Then why are you crying Saeran. You say all of this as tears stream down your face. “Okay then. Back to it.”

- Saeran stared at him in shock as Zen put up his fists and crouched down to a defensive position.

“The fuck you doing?” “Fighting you. This was helping you said, fighting me. So come on. Fight me. Hurt me. Whatever. I can take it.”

- Saeran stared at him as if he were the one in torn clothes and covered in blood.

- “If this is something I can do to get you back to normal so you can get back to MC and help her, then this is the least I can do. So come on. Fight me.” “N-no.” “Come on man, I’m a little rusty but I can do this.” “I said no!”

- “You’re hurting right? That’s why you want to hurt others. I get it. I’ve been there. I’ve done this too. Let it out, let it out on me, don’t hurt anyone else. I’m here for you.”

- Saeran stepped back as he made to lift his hands… only to slump back down at his sides as he began to cry in earnest. His motives easily revealed, his adrenaline whittled back to nothing. Zen straightened up and dropped his fists. “Let’s go get you cleaned up. You can’t go back to MC like that.” “I can’t go back to MC at all.” “Don’t be stupid. That’s where you belong. Hurry up, it’s getting really late now, we can’t have her all alone at home in your neighbourhood. She’d probably be looking for you if you stay out much later.”

- She was just about to leave when she found him standing at the front door. She had her jacket half on and her keys dangling from her mouth. Eyes puffy, red, sore. Still. Still she worried about him, looked out for him. Saeran swallowed up the regret that bubbled in his throat and stepped forward, drawing the dazed woman into his embrace. “I’m sorry.” “Saeran-” “I… I wasn’t ready to hear about you. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready but… it wasn’t right what I did and I’m sorry. I’m sorry to you and your father-” “-Mother” “Right. Yeah. I’m sorry. What can I do? What can we do?” “… Dinner? Let’s have some dinner first… after that.. I don’t know either.”

- MC didn’t take the new job that was still offered to her. He didn’t blame her, who would want to stay in an office job stuck doing the same boring thing day in and out when you had only a few months to… well… office work was never his cup of tea in the first place.

- “Saeran. Let’s go to Japan.”

“Huh?” “And then let’s go to China. And then maybe we can go to Europe… and maybe to South America? Oh and the Caribbean!” “Wha- what are you talking about MC?” “I want to see the world and I want to see it with you while I can. I don’t want the rest of my life to be just going to the doctors and going to RFA meetings. I want to experience everything I can.” Saeran could feel his heart break. This was what she wanted, this was her final wish. He could never deny her this when it was so easy for him to grant.

“Sure MC. Let’s go to Japan. Let’s go wherever you want.”

- They travelled through sky and through the seas, experienced culture and food and yes they even made a friend or two. However there was no denying, the travel was taking its toll on her. She was fading. She was tired.

“Saeran… I want to show you where I grew up… is that okay? I’d like to go home.” “Uh yes, yes of course. We can go wherever you want.”

- It was a beautiful town where she had grown up, she often talked about it when he was going through withdrawals or woke up from a particularly nasty nightmare. She would talk about the small city and about the children who would still play out in streets until their parents called them back home. It was idyllic, so picturesque, he had regretted not taking her up on her previous requests to go there back in the past. It was the perfect place for her to choose to die.

- They had found themselves atop her favourite hill, under a large apple tree she once described as her first friend to him. She amused him with more stories of her childhood and how this tree had been integral to so many of her memories, from seeing her first scraped knee, to her first kiss. She told him of her memories of him and how she had pictured that if they ever did marry, it would be right here underneath its branches, their wedding date carved into the trunk to preserve their story. “….And what would happen after that?...” “…MC?...”

- Yet another part of her life spent with the tree that only he was able to remember for her. “And then... when our first child is born we’d come back and etch their birthday beneath our wedding date… we would live a life of adventure and… you would want for nothing. We could do whatever you wanted. We could go where ever you wanted. We could do anything MC. Our story would have been… it would have been something amazing.”

- He found the lump, as so many partners did.

- She hadn’t felt anything off and was lax in checking and… he was the one who found it. During a time they were stealing so Lucy wouldn’t be able to disturb them. They loved being parents, of course they did but sometimes… it was nice to be lovers and not just parents.

- When he cupped her breast and squeezed and a sweet sigh came out of her mouth to wordlessly encourage him on and … nothing came… MC opened her eyes and found Jihyun with knitted in concern as he palmed her, concentration on his face born from careful curiosity and not the kind that resulted in her pleasure. “MC… is this… I don’t think this is normal.” “What?” “There’s a lump here.” “That’s not funny Jihyun.” “I’m not trying to be MC.”

- Tests. Prodding and poking and biopsies and… options. So many discussions about options. The only option was for his wife to live, the mother of their child to live.

- It wasn’t easy for either of them to explain to their daughter that mummy was sick but MC always managed to find the right words to say. ‘I am going to come right back and everything will be back to normal’ and ‘no honey this didn’t happen because of you’ and that ‘no matter what, your mummy loves you’.

- The last one, that one sounded a whole lot like goodbye.

- She didn’t stay at the hospital for as long as they thought and… the prognosis was good. They had caught it and it hadn’t spread… they just had to watch it. Mummy could keep loving Lucy for many years to come. Jihyun had time to learn how to be funny. She could come back home.

- Seven years. Every year they would test her to make sure it hadn’t returned… it was the final year she was meant to be tested this way… she was home free.

- Except it wasn’t a lump in her breast. It was a growth in her kidney and in her liver. Further testing proved it was in her lungs and in her bones. In her bones. It had taken root and…

- Damn it.

- No. It didn’t matter. She was going to fight, she was going to do everything she could to stay with her family. They hadn’t had enough time together yet and MC was no stranger to doing things the hard way.

- The second time around explaining it to Lucy was much more difficult. She was older, she knew about the world and the pain it held for so many people. That illness could take people away from you and not just for a month tucked away in hospital… but forever. There was still the “I am going to come right back and everything will be back to normal’ and ‘no honey this didn’t happen because of you’ and that ‘no matter what, your mummy loves you’. Although this time there was also having to answer, “Mummy… are you going to die?”

- She couldn’t answer her, not how she wanted to.

- “I am going to do everything in my power not to.”

- Jihyun found himself jealous that even then, she always knew what to say.

- The treatment was… it felt like she was dying. She didn’t know what she preferred. The first round resulted in some bloating and some fatigue, this time fighting the disease left her unable to stomach anything, the feeling of nausea never leaving her. MC could barely keep her eyes open and most of the time she spent with her family and friends was with her fast asleep. Her loved ones having to be content with accompanying her as she dreamed.

- However throughout all of it, all the pain she endured, she knew she had Jihyun. Jihyun who juggled taking care of Lucy and helping her get to school and help with her homework and spend the rest of his day by her side. He would read to her and bring in his sketchbook to draw her when she wasn’t looking- and sometimes when she was. He would pick up their daughter and let her spend time with MC, to soak in as much quality time they could before taking her home and making sure she had dinner and went to bed before coming back to spend more time his wife, until the nurses would usher him out as he had, once again, stayed past visiting hours.

- He was the glue keeping them altogether, he was the rock that would prop them all up- steadfast and strong. Unyielding and unnerved. He had faith that it would be alright, she was going to beat this. She had to.

- Then one day he was told he could not visit her; that she had developed a strong infection and with her immune system so compromised… she couldn’t afford to get any sort of sickness. She couldn’t fight off a cold to literally save her life.

- They were separated for weeks. Only the sound of her weak voice at the other end of the line to ease both him and Lucy and fell too short of what he would call a cold comfort. He knew all too well how her voice cracked when she lied… and it would always crack when she said she was feeling much better and it wouldn’t be too much longer until they were reunited.

- When she had finally stabilised enough for him to return, the nurses had urged that it should only be him to visit and that he would need to prepare Lucy for the next time she could come along. He had only wished they had given him the same courtesy.

- How could she have lost so much weight since the last time he saw her? How could her cheeks have fallen and her skin turn into such a sickly grey pallor that it physically hurt him to look at her- but it hurt even more to turn away. “I’m so sorry Jihyun.” “Why… why are you apologising for?” “I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it back home.” “Don’t- don’t say that. Don’t say those kinds of things. You had a rough patch and you’re fighting through it. Things will get better, they will.”

- MC smiled at him, the same pitying smile that so many of the nurses and doctors gave him as he walked the hospital halls. “You’re right. Of course you’re right.”

- Fight with me damn it. Show me that fire. You have so much to fight for.

- The following day, even with all the preparation Jihyun had tried to give Lucy… their daughter had cried upon the first sight of her mother. MC inviting Lucy to come upon the bed for a cuddle as Jihyun slipped away into the bathroom for him to cry in one of the stalls.

- He was the rock, their pillar of strength, their anchor. He couldn’t let them see him break down.

- A week later he found MC awake in her bed, sitting up and writing in a book, her smile weak but true when she heard him come through the door. He placed a kiss on her temple and asked her what she was working on, her smile deepening but the words sealed behind her lips. “Can you please take a photo of me? Everyday?” “But… I don’t have my camera with me.” “Oh… well can you please draw my picture and date it each day?” “Of course.” “But not… not how I know you’re doing it. Don’t make me pretty-” “Now MC you are very pretty-” “No. Not your fake pretty where you draw my position but how I used to look like. I want you to draw me as I am. Truthfully and with no pretence.” “...Why?” “I need you to. Please. For me.” He wanted to scream. “For you, anything.”

- So he would draw her. Her hair slowly falling away, her body shrinking away to bone all the while as she wrote. She wrote and wrote and slept and threw up and wrote and slept. While he woke up, attended to Lucy, drew MC, cried alone, drew his wife some more and came home sleep to do it all over again.

- He was burning out. The time pretending to be strong shaving away the layers from him, cutting him down to his last threads. Something was going to give but he couldn’t afford to break down now. Lucy needed him, he was her father. MC needed her, she was his wife and she was sick… he couldn’t be selfish… he could do this. He was their rock, their pillar of strength, their anchor.

- He was broken.

- He hadn’t realised how much until he had received a call from Jumin. It was well past 6pm… but how could that have been… he had left MC’s side at 3pm to pick up Lucy from school. Yet there he was, in the car with the key in the ignition, engine still and cold. How did he lose more than three hours? What had happened? Did he fall asleep? Blackout? He didn’t feel rested, he didn’t think he would feel rested even after 20 years asleep. “Jihyun, where are you? What has happened to you?” “Um.. I’m at the hospital.” “MC, is she okay? Has something worse happened?” “Uh no… not that I know… what’s the matter Jumin, how can I help you?” “The matter? Nothing I guess. Lucy’s school called me as no one had come to pick her up and I’ve taken her home with me as I found no one at your house. I thought it best she stay with me in case anything had happened so I could take care of her.” “Th-thank you Jumin. Truly. That was very kind of you and I know you’re so busy lately. I’m sorry to put you out, I’ll come right away-”

“Put me out? No, not at all. I don’t spend enough time with Lucy and I was more worried that I couldn’t find you.” “Thank you Jumin.” “Is there anything I can do to help?” “N-no. It’s fine. We’re fine. Just must have fallen asleep in the car after visiting with MC.” “You’re not alone in this you know? You act as if you don’t have the means to ask for help-” “I don’t need to pay a nanny to look after my child or a maid to clean my house-” “I wasn’t talking about money. You have us. You have me. You are my best friend and I am always here for you, even if it’s as simple as looking after Lucy after school.” “…” “Or sitting with MC after work.” “That’s not necessary.” “Lucy told me she hears you crying at night.” “What?” “She told me in the car on the way back home. That she wanted to know how she could help make you happier. She said that you smile when she’s looking at you but when she goes to bed- she hears you crying. She’s a very perceptive girl Jihyun.” “Oh my god… I had… I didn’t know she could.”

“It’s okay you know.” “What do you mean?” “She also said that she felt a little better when you did… because it meant that she could too. But she didn’t like you crying alone, because she knows you’re pretending to be strong just for her and she doesn’t need that, she just wanted to know if there was something she could do to make you happier.”

- Jihyun couldn’t help the tears that fell from his eyes and onto his lap. He was grateful that he seemed to be alone in the carpark so no one had to see a man wailing in his car… though he understood that given the location he was probably not the first to do so and certainly not the last.

- He wept and allowed himself to release his anguish. For an hour, without a word spoken, Jumin let his friend cry and not once did he draw his ear away from the phone.

“Jumin… thank you.” “Anytime. Now, come back when you’re able I’ll have the cook fix you a plate and keep it warm until you’re here. We can all have dinner and you can get some rest and tomorrow, take your time with Lucy at home and I’ll keep MC company until you are able to spend time with her yourself. If you are unable to I will ask our friends to sit with MC. We can all take turns in keeping Lucy company after school too- or perhaps you would let me just buy this hospital and let them move you in and-” “Jumin. No. No thank you.” “Well. The offer is there should you wish to take it.” “You’re a good friend Jumin.” “Of course I am. Now come by, your daughter is monopolising all of Elizabeth the Third’s time and I would very much like to have my cat back.”

- He was their rock, their pillar, their anchor. But he himself had his own rock, pillar and anchor in each of their friends. In his sweet, kind daughter.

- MC… would never get better, would never come home. They had accepted that, silently acknowledging that this would be where she had to stay… her condition requiring care that she could not receive at their family home. So he made her room as much of a home away from home for her; filled with pictures and flowers and trinkets that made her comfortable… made him and Lucy comfortable too. It was easier to focus on the person and not the machines hooked up to her when the room smelled like home, felt like home.

- They were quickly running out of time. She couldn’t sit up on her own, she was in and out of consciousness but still… she wrote in the book as best as she could. So Jihyun would still draw.

- It was when he was putting the final touches of his drawing one evening before leaving to pick up Lucy from Yoosung’s apartment, that he heard it. The most horrible sound he had dreaded to hear… no more beeps… just one, long, relentless tone.

- He didn’t get to say goodbye. He didn’t get to say he loved her or that he would look after Lucy. He was so focused on his work and watching the clock the make sure he wasn’t late that he missed her very last moment on earth. He had nodded mindlessly when someone talked to him, he wasn’t paying attention. All he heard was silence.

- So small and a whisper of what she used to be, her could lift her with one arm though she lay heavy within it, limp and gone. Jihyun allowed his hand to trace over her skin, something she hadn’t really allowed him to do near the end. Too self-conscious of herself to let him indulge in the feeling. The texture was different but the warmth stirring in his heart was the same. This was the face of his wife, her neck, her arm.

- He was thankful that he had the chance to draw her everyday as she had asked, because his hands would never forget the curves of her face even as they changed through the years. She had become muscle memory. Beautiful to him, in every way and every day he was blessed to spend with her. He was just filled with regret that she didn’t get to hear it from him at the end.

- He lay her back down, tucking her back under the blankets to prepare her for when Lucy and Yoosung arrived.

- As he moved the sheets, a book fell to the side.

- He opened the book to find a page for each day she had been in the hospital. Starting from the first day she was admitted so many years ago when Lucy didn’t really understand what was happening and they were all still counting down the days of her return back home.

“Thank you for letting me be your Mother.” “Thank you for choosing me and Lucy every day and not letting the past dictate your future.”

“Thank you for letting Saeyoung come with some snacks, hospital food, even the fancy kind, still gets boring.”

Each day was filled with one or many things that she was thankful for. Even (especially) on her bad days. Things she was thankful for with him, with Lucy and from their friends. Jihyun flicked through to the final page, dated for that day, a simple line of scratchy writing; her beautiful script changing into plain, almost childlike text with her lack of motor coordination and strength. “Thank you, my love, for seeing past the sickness and seeing me. Every day. Always.”

- And that’s when he understood, he finally got why she got him to draw her portrait every day. Even through all the pain and suffering, she could find good in the bad. She wanted them all to know that even through it all, she was thankful for them and that it was because of these things that she could endure it. Along with her words, his pictures were a testament of her journey and the role everyone had played in her life.

- He would need to read a page every day for a long time, perhaps with Lucy or one of his friends- whoever needed this comfort. Knowing his daughter would only be minutes away from having to say goodbye to her mother, he opened up a random page and felt himself smile, even amidst his grief.

“Thank you all for facing the bad days with me, know that even in my sleep I knew you were there with me. Know that one way or another, I will be there with you.”

- Then he wept with a ferocity he didn’t know he possessed because-

- MC would always know what to say.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysme headcanon #jumiin x mc #saeyoung x mc #saeran x mc #v x mc #jihyun x mc #saeyoung #saeran #v #jihyun kim #angst #mysmes

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bewaretheidesofmarchyall · 3 years

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Hunger Games Simulator: Dream SMP

I’m trying out the Hunger Games simulator with Dream SMP members

District #1: Captain Puffy and The Eret

District #2: Technoblade and Phil

District #3: BBH and Awesamdude

District #4: Wilbur and Tommy

District #5: Dream and Fundy

District #6: Callahan and George

District #7: Sapnap and Quackity

District #8: Jack Manifold and Karl

District #9: Punz and Skeppy

District #10: Schlatt and Ponk

District #11: Niki and Tubbo

District #12: Ranboo and Purpled

May the odds and all that, here are my notes

Notes

Cornucopia

-Techno went for the first aid kit, which is smart

-Phil scared Wilbur away from the cornucopia, make of that what you will

-Puffy has a mace now

-Sapnap has a sword

-Eret and Schlatt fought over a bag and Eret won

-George fell in a frozen lake and died. Yes, I’m judging him.

Day 1

-Wilbur tried to defy the capitol and got murdered for it, which isn’t really surprising

-The surprising thing is that his partner in rebellion was Callahan

-So, yeah, Wilbur and Callahan are dead now.

-Ranboo constructed a shack, which is his new panic room apparently

-Eret, Sam, Dream, and Purpled all teamed up to steal from Fundy

-Tommy, Quackity, Schlatt, and Bad Boy Halo seem to have formed an alliance?

-And it was a little unsure, but I think Karl killed Jack

Arena Event

-The arena was set on fire

-Dream is apparently not fireproof. Insert “the more you know” gif

-Dream, Skeppy, Tommy, Tubbo, Sapnap, Puffy, Phil, Eret, and Ranboo all die to the flames

-This is the first day

-Also Karl has upped his kill count to two, officially giving him the highest kill rate in the game

-Over half of the contestants are dead already

Night 1

-Punz, Technoblade, Purpled, and Schlatt are telling ghost stories. Are they about Wilbur??

-Fundy and Sam have a nice chat

-Quackity cries himself to sleep and Niki is screaming

-And Karl poisons Ponk, killing him

-Karl, you ruthless murder machine

Day 2

-Technoblade hunts for other tributes. Raise your hand if you’re surprised.

-Niki and Purpled seem to have a tentative alliance?

-Punz steals from Schlatt

-Sam steals from Fundy again

Night 2

-Sam and Bad chat

-Karl poisons Punz’s drink. I don’t even know what to say at this point-

-Techno defeats Quackity in a fight, but spares his life. That’s incorrect, but okay.

-Purpled has an explosive

-Fundy has a hatchet! Maybe he can protect his belongings now.

The Feast

-Karl does it again

-Karl fucking does it again

-So Karl killed Technoblade-

-Also Niki stabbed Quackity, and everyone else declined to show up to the feast, probably because they’re all scared of Karl

Day 3

-Niki, Bad Boy Halo, Schlatt, and Purpled are hunting for tributes together

-There are seven people left

-Is this just because you think four people are needed to take down Karl

-Also Fundy has a shack now. I’m rooting for the guy.

Night 3

-Sam and Bad both have explosives. Surely nothing bad can come of this.

-Schlatt shoots at Niki, but accidentally kills Fundy instead.

-I was rooting for the guy....

Day 4

-Niki beats Purpled in a fight, but she spares his life.

-Schlatt is desperately trying to kill Karl before it’s too late.

-And Bad Boy Halo is picking flowers.

Night 4

-Schlatt and Sam are working together now

-Karl kills again! This time it’s Purpled

-Bad Boy Halo stepped on a landmine

Day 5

-Sam questions his sanity. Same, Sam. Same.

-Niki and Karl have teamed up. I repeat, Niki and Karl have teamed up.

-Schlatt gathers firewood.

Night 5

-Sam thinks about winning. I doubt he’ll win at this point, but alright.

-And Schlatt and Karl are holding hands now

-I am extremely confused

Day 6

-Karl has made a wooden spear

-Sam narrowly escaped from Schlatt

-And Niki just died of hunger. I’m sad now.

Night 6

-Karl is tending to Sam’s wounds.

-Karl’s behavior and motives right now are an enigma.

Day 7

-Schlatt dies of thirst

-Karl and Sam are alone in the arena

Night 7

-And Karl stabs Sam while his back is turned!

-Karl is the winner of the Hunger Games

Great game everyone, except for George!

#dream smp #hunger games simulator #hunger games #tw death mention #i was not expecting for karl to snap and kill everyone but he deserves it

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cinnamonrollpatton · 3 years

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Ideas That Won’t Leave Me Alone

Frozen! Prinxiety AU: A naive, kindhearted, extroverted Anna!Roman and a Elsa!Virgil who’s scared of his own potential and accidentally hurting the ones he loves.

AU where Virgil is a guardian angel to the other sides, and he becomes fond of his charges but their constant antics is making him so stressed he’s losing some feathers

Deceit leaving yellow carnations out for the Golden Quartet/Good Sides, Patton thinks that’s so nice of him but Roman just making offended Prince noises everytime he sees a carnation because he knows flower symbolism.

Passive-aggressive Patton puts (: in his text instead of :)

Or :) alternatively :) emojis :) between :) every :) word :)

A pet peeve of Logan probably are scientifically or historically incorrect films.

Sides that would be good with driving: Virgil, Logan, and Deceit

Sides that would not be good at driving: Patton, Roman, and Remus

Roman, Virgil, and Logan playing a horror game, getting Freaked Out, and then heading to Patton’s room for comfort/cuddles

Also Silent Hills PT would freak Logan out more than the others. Because it doesn’t make sense at all? Rarely anything is explained?? With all the hallways the house seems to go on forever and that’s just not logical

Jump scares would freak Virgil out the most because they’re jump scares. And a lot of time he knows there’s one coming up, he can sense it, and yet when it does pop up he still gets startled so much he almost falls out of his chair

Roman is the most interested in the storylines of the games.

The Golden Quartet and the Dark Sides all have each other’s phone numbers and they have one big group chat where text shenanigans ensue.

Deceit and Patton have pun competitions.

Into the Woods AU

Roman as Jack: an adventurous kid who has to go up fast when he loses his best friend and his mom

Virgil as an anxious baker who feels guilty and responsible for the curse on his family, trying (and failing) to keep his love from danger/death

Logan as Cinderella who’s unsatisfied with the stagnancy of his life

(Also Cinderella is the first one who connects the beans to the witch in “Your Fault”)

Patton as Little Red Riding Hood, a young soul who has to learn the world is not as nice and good as he thinks it is

Roman would be a good close range fighter, but a very, very bad long range fighter.

#sander sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #deceit sanders #thatsthat24 #storm speaks

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gale-gentlepenguin · 5 years

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ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 1

(Link to the idea) that made me want to write it instead of working on my OTHER FICS.

(Master post)

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“Soulmate Searcher?” Marinette questioned with intrigue and confusion.

“Its an app that just got a global release!” Alya answered. “At first it was only released in America, but it became a huge hit and now it has international servers.”

The designer looked at her friend with even more confusion.

“So why is it so popular? And why did you want me to install it on my phone?” Marinette inquired.

“Its an app that lets you find the special someone who is your significant other. Alya explained. “Its a tried and true compatibility tester.”

Marinette’s intrigue dissipated, in her mind it was just like those cheesy magazine quizzes they put in magazines to see which celebrity you would marry. Marinette had long outgrown that phase, especially when last time she took one it did not say she would be paired with Adrien but XY! Gross.

“Oh. Well count me out. Those quizzes are just a load of...”

“No way lady dude.” Nino chimed in. “This thing is legit. It has the highest matchmaking app back in the States and it is like down to a science and stuff.”

Marinette looked at the DJ skeptically.

Alya placed her hand on her shoulder.

“ It is more then just a personality quiz. You put in your name, your age, dating age range, preference, and so on, and then you answer a bunch of questions that allows the app to gage your personality, mentality and emotional impulse. Then after thats done, it will match you with the top 10 people who have the highest compatibility with you in a 50 mile radius. You can see percentage rates and everything. Then you can decide if you want to message any of the people on the list or block them. They can only see your name, photo and the percentage.” Alya detailed.

“So then all a person needs to do is know what your answers are and copy them.”

“An interesting Hypothesis but sadly incorrect.” Max answered from behind the group.

“Sorry to intrude, but I too had my doubts about the app until I learned about how the app’s algorithm worked. All questions given are randomized and answering the questions the exact same way even if someone did get the same questions does not guarantee 100% compatibility. I made several dummy accounts and rigged them in order to make them both have identical questions and answers, but they did not achieve 100% compatibility.” The class egghead began to explain.

“Having run the test numerous times with numerous accounts, the algorithm matches people with similar beliefs but not identical, as having too much in common does not mean soul mate, it can be seen as suffocating. I have not yet cracked the theorem of how to get 100%. The highest I have been able to get is 93%. It is as if it is a perfect formula for compatibility.” Max concluded.

Marinette had to admit her interest was peeked.

“So its a one time questionnaire and then done?” Marinette pressed with more interest.

“Well the first questionnaire takes an hour or two so it has enough data for a base compatibility profile. Then you answer 10 questions every day for 2 weeks to reaffirm any errors it might have made. Thats how the App is so successful. After about 2 weeks, your profile will be established. It was able to cut the margin of error down to 1.9%” Max exclaimed. “Its the pinnacle of mathematical perfection.”

“Thanks dude, couldn't have explained it better... really.” Nino thanked the robot enthusiast.

“Anytime, now I must head off. Markov and I have more tests to run.” Max head out and left the three teens to their own devices.

Marinette thought about it, she really didn't have much to lose trying it out.

“I even got Adrien to install it. He said he will fill it out after fencing.” Alya Whispered.

Marinette realized she had to do it. What if Adrien was on the app and some other girl had a high compatibility with him before she had a chance to try it. What if he fell in love with that mystery girl, got married and then bought a hamster!?

“Okay, I will take the quiz.” Marinette exclaimed with Confidence.

“Atta girl!”

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Marinette had gone with Alya back to the Dupain Bakery in order to answer the questions in peace.

In Marinette’s room, Alya was relaxing as she watched the Designer answer the questions as honestly as possible.

“Now Girl, odds are the percentage maybe around the 70% mark, But Knowing you and Adrien, I bet you two will make it into the 80′s.” Alya answered.

Marinette nodded, half listening as she focused on answering.

“Nino and I got an 85%, which was pretty high. Ivan and Myléne only got a 79%. So no worries even if its in the 70′s”

“DONE!” Marinette exclaimed as she fell back. She was mentally exhausted. The questions were surprisingly more in depth then she expected.

She pressed submit and waited. Staring at her phone as it ‘processed her answers’

Alya stood up walking over to the bluish-black haired designer.

“Well.”

The list popped up.

Marinette scrolled through from 10 to 1. No Adrien. She felt herself sigh deeply.

“He isn't on it...” Marinette spoke defeated.

Alya took a look.

“Sorry girl, It might be he hasn't uploaded his profile yet.” Alya tried to encourage her friend who was burying her head in her pillow.

“You think?”

“He is a busy guy, but also, you need to see who is number one on the list. A certain guitarist you happen to be fond off.” Alya said with a smile.

Marinette pulled her head up and took her phone. Sure enough, it was Luka who was number one on the list. He had an 80% compatibility rating with her, which was at least 20% higher then the guy in second place. Maybe this was a sign that she should move on from Adrien and ask Luka out.

“Maybe I should message Luka, If he believes in this sort of thing.” Marinette spoke with a blush on her face.

Alya nodded.

“Do what you think is right girl, Adrien or not, you deserve a guy that will make you happy.”

“Thanks Alya, you are the best.” Marinette smiled sweetly at her best friend.

She clicked on the profile. The pop up asked if she would like to message the user Luka Couffaine.

Marinette paused, she was nervous about doing this. It was as if this was her crossroads. Would she go for it?

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“DONE!” Adrien exclaimed as he fell back on his bed. He was mentally exhausted as well as physically. He told Alya he would try out the app as soon as he was free from fencing.

“I don't get why you even bothered with those dumb questions.” A grouchy floating cat creature commented.

“Its an in depth Compatibility test Plagg. This could be the best way of finding My lady.”

Plagg looked at the model with skepticism.

“What makes you think that you would be matched up with Ladybug? You don't even know who she is.”

“We are soulmates, so obviously we will have the highest compatibility.” Adrien answered with confidence as he sat up.

Plagg rolled his eyes.

“You do know just because you were picked to be the cat miraculous wielder doesn't mean your soulmate is ladybug. There have been Ladybug’s and Chat noir’s that haven't gotten together.”

“It isn't because we were chosen together. I can just feel it Plagg. I know we are meant to be. And if for some reason the girl with the highest compatibility with me isn't Ladybug, I will still likely find someone that I can find myself liking. But knowing my Lady, she and I will have a compatibility of 85 maybe even 90%” Adrien answered with a loving sigh. “Oh, its ready.”

Adrien smiles at his phone before looking at the list.

“Oh Kagami is on here. 79% Thats pretty good. But she is only number two? Huh, so then who is number one?” Adrien spoke aloud as he scrolled. As he saw the name that was number one his face turned beet red and and he fell back on the bed.

“Adrien!?” Plagg exclaimed as he flew to the frozen blond. “What happen.... oh no Fucking way.”

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Marinette was about to press the button when another pop up appeared.

“List updated?”

Marinette clicked out of Luka’s profile and noticed he was now at second place.

“Luka got moved to second.” Marinette spoke with surprise.

“What? Then whose first?”

Marinette scrolled up. Her eyes went Wide.

“ADRIEN!?!?” Marinette shouted.

Alya smiled.

“I knew it! I told you he would be on your list! And Number one to boot. So what is the percentage. 82? 85% Like Nino and I?”

“100...” Marinette spoke hardly audible.

Alya couldn't hear.

“How much?”

Marinette turned her phone to Alya.

Alya’s jaw dropped.

“1.... 100%!!!!!!!!!!”

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Plagg could not contain his laugher. The blond was still frozen staring at his screen. Adrien had no idea how right he was. His Lady and him were perfect for each other. Plagg was absolutely loving every second of this.

“P-Plagg.”

The black cat managed to calm down.

“Ye Ha HA! Yea Adrien?” Plagg responded between laughing fits.

“Marinette is Ladybug.”

Plagg sobered up quick.

“What... What makes you say that?” Plagg spoke, trying his best and failing at hiding the fact that Adrien was right. Thankfully Adrien was too out of it to notice.

Plagg pauses.

“Ladybug is my soulmate, Marinette scored perfect compatibility with me on the soulmate app. Even with error included, the chances of that happening are…”

“It’s a silly quiz.” Plagg shouted. Tikki would kill him if Adrien found out at the wrong time. He had to play dumb.

Adrien thought about it, maybe he was overthinking it, plus Alya and Nino scored around 85%. Maybe the system was glitching out? 100% was unheard off according to what he found about the app, even with people who tried it and have been married for decades.

“I guess you are right… Besides, you answer questions each day, the percentages will shift. Maybe the system will correct itself, though I should ask Marinette what her thoughts are about the match up tomorrow. Though... even if it isn't Ladybug... Marinette is a pretty nice person to have good compatibility with.”

Adrien felt himself entertaining the thought of him and Marinette together. It seemed really, really nice. He found himself blushing at the thought. He quickly shook the thought off. He was getting ahead of himself. What if Marinette didn't feel the same way he did? What if Luka saw the compatibility score that Marinette got with him and decided not to date Marinette because of it. Marinette does really like that musician, what if Marinette hates him for ruining her chance at happiness!?

Adrien took a calming breath. He won't say anything, the app still needs to fine tune his profile. he is sure it will correct itself if it needs to within the two weeks, after that, he will look into it.

“I am sure that things will fix themselves.” Adrien said as he turned away from the cat Kwami, though part of him really hoped that the 100% would stay.

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THERE I FINISHED part 1

If you want part two, please let me know. I love hearing feedback and it feeds my impulsive need to write.

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