#oh turn watcher into watched. i guess you can turn watched into watcher. oh wow oh geez
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right, it's reflection tma time!! like the level in celeste! uh gosh i can't think of anything silly and goofy
@a-mag-a-day
y'all know the drill, rambling, maybe good words, enjoy
wow, i said a lot less than i was expecting to
Before we start: fear soup.
I guess I technically have the power to make it not quiet, to, to talk to people, but like- you know, I, I also have the power to clean out the fridge, and it’s still a mess. It’s not that I don’t want to clean the fridge, it’s just-
Some things are just hard.
Analogy for depression!! It really is, like. I dunno, it's a lot easier to self isolate, especially when you haven't been talking to people for a while. Not talking to your friends for months and then having none because it's easier to just... not talk to anyone! Can relate.
It's hard, you know, because people are tiring and there's the anxiety from not talking to them in months and it's just... yeah. Some things are just hard. I want to give him a hug. I want him to have nice things.
How much do I actually care, and how much is just feeling that I should care?
HE'S JUST LIKE ME FR!!
I just think that Martin's transition from person who does care, to person who doesn't care like he's supposed to and wants to - really wants to - but it all feels like a lie. People are hard.
Gertrude. I wanted your opinion on an encounter I’ve had described to me, and given your recent dealing with Viscera, I would very much value your input.
Good job on that, by the way. I’m sure the gnostic temple was a great loss culturally speaking, but I can’t help but admire your directness when it comes to this sort of thing.
Interesting. Adelard Dekkar calls it (The Flesh) Viscera. I really like the alternate names for them, and you know what, I'm going to go out on a limb and say maybe the different names can mean slightly different aspects.
It Knows You feels more like something watching, something knowing, rather than you watching and knowing, it feels more sentient. There is an it, rather than just the Ceaseless Watcher, watching without seeing, without comprehension. The Mother of Puppets feels like it has more agency than just The Web, like characterising it as a someone, made it so it could be a someone.
It's like that thing in Discworld, where a god's power depends on people believing in them - and in this case fearing them. The form of the fears is what people believe to be the form of the fears.
It’s a little too out-of-the-way to be a common destination for teenage delinquency, but has become, I’m told, quite popular with what can be described as ’rural urban exploration groups.’
You should absolutely under no circumstance become an urban explorer if you live in the TMA universe. You will die or have a supernatural encounter. That's literally- that's going to happen.
He was very interested in the Hall of Mirrors. According to him, if it was still in good shape, it would have been an amazing place to put on a light show, and have his guests dance their way through the maze.
Sounds like a good way to get injured to me, but apparently I used the word ’rave’ wrong, so what do I know?
Aszjdfxsahfhja I love Adelard Dekkar
As she knocked one from its perch, her face contorted into a grimace of joy, and the wizened carnie hobbled over to one of the buckets and handed her a tiny bone.
Without hesitation, she snapped it cleanly in half and started desperately gnawing at the broken end, trying to reach whatever scant marrow might have remained inside.
Our lost young friend felt his stomach turn. He told me he was a good fifteen feet away, but could still hear the sounds of her desperate hunger over the rides all around.
Oh, right, The Extinction is also... this. Every one of the people starving to death.
I don't think The Extinction is that new, but every time I try to explain it, I worry I'm going to say something wrong, but yeah.
My first assumption would have been the Flesh, based on the cannibalism and strangeness of the bodies involved, but- something about this idea of some sort of famine world, its location within a man-made ruin, the whole… societal aspect of it- I’d be inclined to chalk this up as a genuine Extinction manifestation.
I feel like it's got to be the Extinction. I mean, soup, but it doesn't... feel like Flesh. Flesh feels more... I don't know. It feels different. There isn't enough body horror for it to be flesh /hj
No but it just... what is the fear here? Of being eaten? Of the hunger in their eyes? Of that place? Of the thing following him? I feel like it's just... case by case basis, what is this, you know?
A lot of these really don't fit in neatly to little categorisations, you know. They're intrinsically linked. What is the fear of being trapped under infinite amounts of dirt, with that fear of the infinite amount of dirt? You can't have a colour wheel with only red. They spread out in all directions, overlap so you can never get something pure and distilled. They are only separate because people believe it's separate, and then they're not... what is the fear of someone or something manipulating you without the fear that they know you, they know exactly how to push your buttons.
PETER
How does that make you feel?
[The static in the background adopts a bit more bass than usual, and the high-pitched scream-like tones increase in volume as well.]
MARTIN
Nothing. (Short laugh) Nothing at all.
PETER
Excellent. I’m so proud of you, Martin.
MARTIN
I really don’t care.
Oh, Martin...
I just... :( sad
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omg heyyyyy mag 197 am i right lolllllll
i was live-blogging and was 5 seconds away from monologuing abt Annabelle’s voice again and then she turned into a demon slay queen u go
anyway uhhhh What.
it was never eye ! those tapes weren’t eye they were FUCKING WEBBBBBBB WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEANNNN WHAT DO YOU MEAN. IT WAS THE WEB ALL ALONG WHAT DOY OU EMAN.
it was web all along fuck you.
kill the archives. jon is archives. if the archivist dies all employees are released. if you kill the archive the world is freed.
literally ? fuck you. i fucking called it. i LITERALLY called it i said “wow this is a surprise tool that will help us later” and it helped me CRY.
Alternate realties where the fears aren’t there ! and they want to spread like a disease to those worlds where they don’t exist so they can feed ! and they jump to the next !! fuck !! oh my god !! that’s certainly a solution i guess !! i’m just so ! Wow !
And i was SO correct about. Web End thing. The Web is everything and the End is where we all end up. The current and the inevitable. But the Eye is still up there as well. It’s the Ever Watching, the Ceaseless Watcher. It’s the big three; The Mother of Puppets, Terminus, and The Ceaseless Watcher. the watcher sees all and feeds both firsthand and secondhand on people experiencing fear from OTHERS. which is SO odd. Terminus is the inevitable end. The Mother of Puppets is the planner, the plotter, the spinster that spun the web of a man’s voice to create the bridge to other realities.
god.
it’s so much. it’s so so much but it’s so good but i’m scared, not because i’m scared of what’s happening, but of what WILL happen. There’s no way they’re gonna be okay after this, huh.
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Man, That's Deep (Corpse Husband x reader)
Description: Y/n meets Corpse for the first time during a stream of Among Us. Things get a little chaotic from there.
Character(s): Corpse, Jacksepticeye (Sean), PewDiePie (Felix), Valkyrae (Rae), Ken, Disguised Toast (Toast)
Pov: 3rd person
Warning(s): cussing but besides that nah just a bunch of sweet stuff :)
A/n: hello! So I've recently hopped into the whole infatuation with Corpse thing, (it's kinda hard not to.) Thus I decided to write this. Hope you like it!
*none of the Gifs used are mine. Full credit goes to the maker.
A loud blast of thunder pounded the ground near y/n's house causing her to frown. Storms often rattled her, especially because she lived alone and dedicated a majority of her time to streaming and playing pretty frightening games. She tapped on her headphones and leaned back into her chair. Her eyes flashed to her server.
Is it storming here you're at?
"Yeah it's pouring down outside. Maybe it's a good time to play something else... something less terrifying." She ended the game and began to search for something else to stream.
"Any suggestions?" She asked the chat, scrolling through possibilities. Before she could pick, however, her phone buzzed. Reaching over, she picked up the device and checked it's screen. "Hold on, I got a message from Sean. Do you guys wanna watch me play some among us?"
She checked the chat. The responses were ones of excitement, as y/n rarely played among us let alone with the group that Sean played with but everytime y/n and Sean played something together things got interesting, considering how competitive the two were. Her eyes paused at a comment.
Will Corpse be there!?
She sat back in her chair, turning towards her computer. "Uhmm...I don't know actually. All I know is that they need a tenth person and I need a game to play that takes my attention away from this storm..." She began typing in the code.
"Although I've never played with him before nor have I talked to him. However-" she paused before pressing enter. "I do think it'd be cool to talk to him because he seems so kind...okay, I'm in."
She turned on the discord and unmuted, and almost instantly she was thrown into chaos. "She killed right in front of you, Felix!" Y/n's eyes widened and she looked into her camera. "Hey guys." She laughed, turning back to the game.
"Y/n!" Sean said cheerfully, ending whatever was left over from the previous game. A chorus of "y/n's" followed, until a deep baritone voice broke through. "Hello, y/n." She smiled softly at the sound, it being almost prettier than she had imagined. "It's nice to meet you guys."
"Oh yeah, y/n, I forgot you and Corpse haven't met before." Sean spoke as he changed the color of his among us character. "I've been wanting to meet you actually before this but Sean refused to give me your number." Corpse said, and y/n snorted as Sean made a gasping sound.
"That's not even-" "you know that's funny Corpse because I've been wanting to meet you too but Sean told me you didn't have phone." Y/n joined in and the group laughed. "Fuck off." Was all Sean could mumble before the game started and the screen flashed black.
Immediately muting, y/n smiled to herself. "His voice way deeper than I thought it would be. He was talking and I was like...man, that's deep." She giggled when Suddenly imposter flashed on her screen.
She bit her lip when she saw who it was with. Corpse. Their characters then fell into Mira hq, and y/n followed a group up into admin. Waiting for the bar to move until she was able to leave, and when she did she left with Felix and toast, following them into medbay.
The three entered, each going to a separate station. "So, I'm gonna kill toast first, but I gotta get these lights off first." She winked at the camera, before waiting until Rae and sykkuno also entered. Then she shut off the lights and killed. The group seemed to miss it as they hurried to turn the lights back on.
After getting the lights on, she made her way to decontamination, where she saw corpse. He had apparently been waiting for her, and they unmuted mics to speak.
"How's it going?" She laughed. "It's going. Did you need some protection?" It was Corpse's turn to laugh. "From who, we're both imposters?" They shared a laugh. "Oh my God, I killed toast like twenty minutes ago and they still haven't found him."
Corpse laughed again and y/n became dedicated to pulling that sound from his lips as much as she could. "I'll admit, they're a little slow."
Then, both Sean and Felix entered. Without uttering a word and almost in complete synchronization they double killed. Y/n giggled as they escaped, putting herself back on mute.
"This is so much fun! I love killing my friends!" Finally as she spoke that someone has found toasts body. "Medbay." Rae's cartoonish voice relayed. "Oh my, there's like five people dead." It was true, there were like five people dead. Corpse had found the time to kill two others before the double kill.
"I think- I think that it may be y/n." Sykkuno said, and y/n immediately sat up. "Why? I was in medbay with you and left before you did. Actually I think that was the last time I saw toast, was with you in medbay."
"Yeah and I've seen y/n a lot in the game. I haven't seen you sykkuno." Corpse said, coming to y/n's aid. Her cheeks reddened when he said her name. "Yeah, and you seem almost too trusting." Rae said.
Y/n smiled. "I'm voting Sykkuno. I'm not sure who the other one is, though." The four argued slightly and y/n muted. "Corpse...is so good."
She turned to the server, seeing everyone thoughts.
Wow y/n and corpse r so cute
Her cheeks reddened.
I think someone may be crushin 👀
"Guys, come on! I have just met him!" However her words were just a feeble attempt and she turned back to the game. Sykkuno was the last to vote, voting for himself.
With that, they won. Who knew how satisfying the word victory in big red letters could be. They arrived back into the lobby, where Sean immediately let them have it. "My own best friend! My own. Best. Friend. Killing me. In cold blood."
"if you don't want me to kill you play better!" Y/n jokingly shouted back. "Besides y/n and I are best friends now." Corpse spoke as he put on a flower which matched the one y/n's among us character wore.
"All I'm gonna say is that I knew her before all of you." Rae said, adding to the chaos. Y/n laughed and turned to her server.
Ooohhh are they fighting over you?
She rolled her eyes and returned to the chat. "Everytime we play with someone new you do this." Felix was complaining, also changing into the flower y/n wore.
Finally the new game was started and y/n got crew mate. It wasn't as exciting and she couldn't talk to corpse now, but it was still fun.
She got a few tasks done, and from the corner of her eye she saw toast and corpse and enter the are she was in, in reactor. "Corpse!" She said a little too excitedly. Recovering quickly she added, "And Toast!"
However part of her doubted her watchers were amused.
The lights turned off. "Damn, that was-" almost immediately she was killed by toast, probably giving her a taste of her own medicine. Immediately a hand covered her mouth and she groaned. "God fucking! What the hell toast!"
She sat in stunned silence for a second. "I guess I'll-" Corpse found her and immediately reported. "Y/N!" He laughed over his mic. "Not y/n!" "I guess that means we're the only ones left with matching flowers." Felix cut in.
"Alright who killed my best friend?" Sean said into the mic. "Wait, wait, wait. First of all- she's mine, sean-" in that moment y/n all but blacked out, but forced herself to show no reaction, lest her viewers smite her.
"and secondly. It's toast." "Toast you about to become burnt." Sean said lamely and y/n was lifted out her haze enough to snort at his bad joke. "What why is it me!?" "Because you were the last person I saw her with. It's definitely you."
Ken softly added. "I think he's right because I can't imagine corpse killing y/n." The others laughed, and y/n leaned back into her chair, slumping down.
Toast was voted out, and the game continued. Y/n was left to follow corpse around until, Felix came from behind and killed him.
"oh my God." Y/n said, laughing. Then corpse turned on his mic. "Y/n, we're both dead." She laughed again, "I know! The games definitely more boring now that we're gone."
For a few moments they spoke about the game, until y/n began telling him about the storm. "Where do you live?" "Uh, I live in Los Angeles. Usually it never storms here, though. Where do you live?"
"San Diego." She sat up. "Oh my God that's only like two hours away. We should hang sometime." He laughed. "I'd really enjoy that, y/n." "You could come up here and we could go bother some rich people. I know where James lives."
"I would love to bother rich people with you, especially James." She smiled. "Covid permitting of course." "Of course."
Finally that game ended, with them finally figuring out that it was Felix.
Y/n stretched out, and agreed to play one more game. This time she got imposter with Sean.
She laughed manically, and clapped her hands together excitedly. "This is gonna be good!" Together the two worked as a team, delightedly playing off each other. One would sabotage and the other would kill. However the two did have one weakness and it was definitely their competitive nature's.
It had become a who can kill the most players in a game contest. And y/n was now trailing behind until, finally, she found Rae and sykkuno all in the same room. Sean had followed her in and it looked like a perfect opportunity to commit a double kill. Y/n got Rae with a clean kill and Sean got sykkuno. Then in came corpse.
"fuck!" Y/n shouted, leaping from her chair "he saw us! Corpse totally saw us! Shit!" Both Sean and y/n said nothing waiting for corpse to speak. "Oh my God. Sean how could you!" For several seconds Sean didn't reply. Then he forced out a weak "what?" Corpse sighed. "He killed sykkuno right in front of me. I didn't see anyone else around."
Y/n's mouth dropped. He wasn't going to say anything. He was going to let her slide. Of course, Sean would be getting voted out but that was a small price to pay. She looked into her camera in shock.
Her server was blowing up.
He ain't gonna snitch on daddy
She covered her mouth for fear they'd hear her laugh.
Corpse suddenly became blind after watching Sean kill sykkuno
She voted poor Sean out and the game continued.
Corpse followed her around and watched as she killed more. Seemingly the last comment about him being blind was true.
Another victory was won, and y/n braced herself for the upcoming shitstorm that was the discord call. "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU CORPSE!" Rae blasted. Y/n laughed until a loud blast of lightning shook the house and caused the lights to blink on and off. She yelped, her cat running into the room.
"wow, what was that?" Ken asked. "You okay, y/n?" Sean's voice called. She sighed. "Yeah, but I think i better log off. It was a lot of fun you guys! Thanks for letting me join."
A chorus of "yeah!" "No problem!" And "join us again!" Welcomed her. "Yeah, if y/n leaves I'm probably gonna leave too. I'll see you guys soon."
Ignoring the ohhh and aww comments of her chat she signed off.
Her phone rang and she smiled, answering it and pulling it to her ear. "Sean finally give you my number?"
Corpse laughed from the other end. "yeah, yeah. You were serious about meeting up right?" She chuckled softly. "Very." She heard him sigh happily. "Good, good. Hey if you're staying up maybe we could...chat some more?"
She smiled brightlyand her cheeks hurt. "I'd want nothing more." Suddenly her ohone buzzed and she pulled it from her ear to check. It was a message from Sean.
"you're on the phone with him right now, aren't you?"
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A/n: please feel free to give critism and requests. Thanks for reading!
#corpse husband#corpse fanart#corpse simp#corpse fanfic#corpse x reader#corpse imagines#sykkuno#sykkuno x reader#sean x reader#jacksepticeye x reader
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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 12]
pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader
this chapter’s notes; camshow, sex toys, overstimulation, tiniest mentions of daddy!kink, a lil bit of a filler chapter!, this is the most btsvt chapter that it’ll ever get so i’m sorry if you dont like that!! 😭😭, a bit of a lighthearted chapter too tbh to ease everyone back into cherry bomb! 💕 I know its been like two fuckin weeks since the last update which is honestly insane to me! I almost couldnt remember where we even left off lmao kdjfhds 😩💕💕 Thank you for being so patient with me and waiting it out while we had two weeks of Monster Mash! Starting Monday, I’m gonna be going back to my normal posting schedule! 💕 have a great rest of the weekend, yall! 🍒
chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - ?
“Wait, seriously? You want to work here? But--but I thought you were from out of town?”
Jun’s eyes light up with excitement; fingertips crushing the resume you passed to him moments prior. “Um, well, there was a change of plans… and I’d really like to work somewhere where I have a friend! If you guys are still hiring, that is...” You reply back meekly.
It’d taken you all morning to write up a resume, blushing a little when you realize most of your income had been from camming. It’d also made you pause for a moment when you realized that it meant Jun would also know your real name too; as well as everyone who came through the diner and all of your coworkers.
“Yeah, of course! I, um, just give me a second to pass this to my manager, okay? I’ll be sure to put in a good word!” Jun shoots you a wink before he turns to leave.
You take the opportunity to sit down at a nearby booth, fishing for your phone to text Seungcheol.
‘I think I might be getting the job!!’
cheollie ✨: oh? Not that I doubted you, but is it confirmed already?
‘Mm… Jun is trying to put in a word for me! But I’m confident!’
cheollie ✨: thats my baby ;)
You hear someone call your name hesitantly, only to find Jun standing a few feet away looking at you sheepishly. “Um, sorry, your name’s on the resume so I figured…”
“Oh! Yeah, it’s fine!” You awkwardly giggle. “I figured writing ‘Cherry’ as my name wouldn’t be too smart when you need to cross-reference my ID if I get the job.” Jun laughs as he takes the seat across from you in the booth, papers in hand.
“Well, I convinced my manager to let me interview you. Told him that if we’d be workin’ together that I’d want to scope you out for myself! He bought it, can you believe it!?” Grinning, he sets your crumpled resume down next to a small stack of papers. “I don’t doubt you’d pull your weight around here but I do have to ask… Why here of all places? I thought your, uh, other job was enough? Or I guess I assumed...” You bite your lip, flip-flopping on whether or not you wanted to let him know exactly what happened that led to your sudden decision.
“Um… There were just some big life changes I had to make on the fly and I’ll be living around here now! I’m trying out some new things… I also figured if I worked with you, then you’d know my schedule the best too! And you seem like a really nice and cool guy.”
Jun nods, smiling back at you.
“You got that right!”
“You’re seriously going to start working there?” Jeongguk raises a brow, cables in hand as he sets up the extra PC in his streaming room. “And the guy working there knows you? That doesn’t bother you?”
Seungcheol laughs under his breath, “Yeah and he knows me now too. And knows I’d kick his ass if he tried anything.” You pout from your place in the expensive gaming chair; eyes focused on Jeongguk who shimmies under the desk to start plugging in the cables.
“Well, yeah he does know me, but he’s also one of my regulars and knows the schedules I’ll need, so I think we can trust him!” They both nod and Seungcheol is quick to cross the small room until he’s right behind you.
“He seems like a nice guy though, I don’t think we have to worry.”
Jeongguk slides out from underneath the desk, dusting off his pants as he stands. “And if he does end up being a weirdo, there’s always a place for you at the roller rink!”
Seungcheol rolls his eyes, hands gripping onto the backrest of the chair.
“No.”
“Hey guys, welcome back to Golden Closet Gaming! I’m JK, your regular host! Today, we have a suuuper special guest! Why don’t you introduce yourself, pretty lady~”
You take a deep breath as you lean in close to the mic; somewhat nervous and a little out of your usual element. “Hi everyone~ I’m Cherry! Some of you may know me from, um, the other side of the streaming-sphere but I’m joining my friend today in hopes of boosting our channels together and having a ‘lil bit of fun!!”
Seungcheol sits at the side as he watches the two of you; a small smile painted on his lips at the way the two of you seem to fall into your characters easily despite the somewhat different platforms and influx of different viewers.
The sound of donations and comments pour in a lot quicker than Jeongguk, himself, is used to; eyes wide and eyebrows raised as he pauses to watch them flood the screen.
sleepy_wonu has donated $100
xcaliburDK has donated $100
sleepy_wonu: never thought i’d be donating here but here we are
xcaliburDK: i was always a silent watcher but u kno i had to donate for my favorite girl!
seokGENIE: i feel like i’m entitled to something for taking your shift so i wont be donating, sorry pretty girl
j__min: can’t believe this kid got a collab with you before i did :(
j__min has donated $200
dtsug__a: i dont normally watch streams either but im curious
Jeongguk laughs, still in disbelief as the donations continue to pour in from a combination of your viewers and his. He always made a decent amount from his viewers but he couldn’t deny the pull you had from your viewers as well. “Wow, um okay, my donations are adding up a lot quicker than they usually do. That’s… Hey, whaddya say to streaming with me regularly?” He jokes.
A shy laugh bubbles up your throat; ears and cheeks burning hot at the idea. You had never collabed with any other streamer before and despite your initial hesitance and unsureness, you too, were shocked to find how well the two of you were doing without your usual content.
“Erm, I’m not very good at gaming though… I don’t think your viewers would like it very much...”
seokGENIE: thats ok jk sucks at gaming too, it wouldnt be too different
j__min: lmao fkjdhf
dtsug__a: does he get roasted often on this channel? If so i’ll be tuning in more often
dtsug__a has donated $100
dtsug__a: for your troubles, pretty gal
“On second thought, let’s let this be a special occasion, huh? Maybe collabs for the holiday, Cherry?” Jeongguk grumbles and Seungcheol has to bite his lip to keep in his laughs from his side of the small room. You start to feel more and more comfortable at the lighthearted atmosphere; tucking a stray hair behind your ear before you lean in towards the mic again.
“Ah! Speaking of, don’t forget to tune into my camshow tomorrow~! JK and I will be gaming on there as well but… with some added fun to match my channel~! 21 and over only~” You blink at the computer screen, still a little unused to the idea that you weren’t technically being filmed. Although, it was a nice change for once; not needing to be all done up for a show and simply just talking to your viewers and reading comments.
sleepy_wonu: is dom daddy gonna be on the show too?
“Dom daddy? Oh you mean Se---”
“Yes! Kind of!” You cut off, laughing nervously. Nobody knew Seungcheol’s name except for Jun and you were trying to keep as much of him private as possible, until he was ready. “In a sense, he’ll be there! You guys will just have to tune in to find out!”
Jeongguk laughs into his own mic, scooting in closer to his desk as he loads up the game.
“I think that’s enough chatting for now, huh? Let’s get started! Tonight we’ll be playing Phasmophobia! We’ll be playing something more lighthearted on Cherry’s channel, as she requested. So tonight we’ll be playing something I picked out. You ready, baby?”
Seungcheol narrows his eyes, quietly taking a sip of his water.
“Ready when you are!”
“I gotta say, sweetheart, for someone who doesn’t play video games too often, you’re not too bad.” Seungcheol comments, nodding his head in amazement as the three of you exit Jeongguk’s PC room. He’d had a hard time keeping in his laughs as he watched from the side and he had to admit, you were even cuter when you were outside of your usual element.
“I have to agree with hyung, but maybe it was also the adrenaline and screaming that kept you goin’.”
The two males share a laugh as you pout and plop down onto Jeongguk’s living room sofa. “Hey, how were the numbers for tonight, by the way?” You ask quietly.
“Honestly? I think we made almost triple of what my channel usually sees. I know I don’t really make a ton off of my streams since I don’t really do anything, like, crazy but shit… Even I’m shocked at how much we made.”
Seungcheol’s lip ease into a smirk; Jeongguk really had no idea how much the two of you had made off of a couple videos alone.
“We still have one more stream to do and then we can just pool up the money and split it down the middle!”
Jeongguk nods, stretching as he sits himself down onto the other end of the sofa. “I’ll bring my spare PC stuff so we can set up a little early tomorrow, if that’s cool with you two? Maybe have some food before we get started too ‘cause god knows I’m gonna be starving.” You look to Seungcheol who nods and checks his phone for the time.
“Yeah, we need to set up the cameras and lighting a little differently too so we’ll probably start earlier. Just text me before you drive over so we know when to expect you.”
You yawn next to Jeongguk; adrenaline having worn off as the tiredness finally sets in. “It’s so weird, usually I’m only just starting my stream right around this time but I’m so exhausted now...” Seungcheol’s eyes from cute crescents as he smiles down at you, stepping closer as he goes in to smooth down your hair.
“You really were screaming a lot, to be fair. How about we head home and you can sleep in the car?”
“Okay~”
Seungcheol lets you sleep in on Saturday morning, watching as your chest rises and falls with soft breaths.
He takes a moment to think over the last few weeks of his life and he can’t help the disbelieving expression that crosses his features when he realizes just how much had changed over the course of just weeks.
When the two of you had met, he wasn’t expecting much. He expected the two of you to hang out for a few days before you went home and forgot he even existed outside of your camshows and the comments section. But now that so much had happened between the two of you, Seungcheol felt a deeper connection to you and felt the need to protect you even moreso than ever.
He sees you shift slightly, sleepy eyes blinking open as you peer up at him. “Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Mm… g’morning ‘cheol…”
You grimace sleepily at how hoarse your voice sounds, “Ew, I sound so… gross.”
Seungcheol moves to get out of bed, leaning in to kiss your forehead before he shuffles towards the bathroom. “I’m going to wash up but you can stay in bed if you like. I’ll make you some tea for your throat, okay? We have a long day ahead of us and I don’t think you wanna sound like that later tonight.”
Nodding sleepily, you lay back down as you yawn and let the sleep take over once again.
“Are you really sure ‘bout this?” Jeongguk takes a bite of his pizza as he watches Seungcheol pull the desk closer to the bed.
“What do you mean?” You ask; readjusting the light that was closest to the younger male. “Like, I dunno, I’ve never been on a cam show like this so… I mean do I have to do anything different?” You laugh lightly as you go in to pat Jeongguk on the shoulder.
“No, just be you. And we went over it already earlier, the only thing that’s different is going to be me! No weird tricks or anything, I promise.”
Seungcheol places another monitor on the tabletop, grunting as he goes. “Yeah, and in all honesty, I would hate to have to watch you get off, ‘Guk.”
“Oh shut up, hyung. You say that like I don’t know what you’re packin’ under those sweats. I think it’d only be fair! Just two bros getting to know each other.” Seungcheol pretends to gag just as you double over in laughter. “No, absolutely not, ‘Guk. And also, nobody told you to watch those videos!”
Jeongguk pauses, lips pressing into a firm line. “You right, you right…”
You leave to get changed just as Jeongguk starts to help Seungcheol set up the last few bits of equipment. He leans in close to the older male, eyes glancing around the space to make sure you were completely out of earshot. “Hey, hyung, honest question.”
“Sure.”
“Are you really okay with all this?” Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features as he raises an eyebrow at the younger male. “What’s ‘this’ exactly, ‘Guk?”
“Y’know, her living here and you camming all of a sudden, among everything else really… And the question if you’re in love with her which, by the way, we still all know that you are.”
A blush coats Seungcheol’s skin, fingertips almost losing grip of the camera he was about to mount to the desktop. “Listen, yes, okay, I do… like her a lot. But she’s going through a lot right now too and I don’t want to freak her out either. There’s a lot of life changes we’re going through so I’m just going to ...wait.”
“You’re a good man, hyung.”
“Hi everyone!”
You wave to the camera, winking and blowing a kiss to the camera propped up between the two monitors on the table. “I know, this setup is a little wild and not my normal but this is part two of my collaboration with Golden Closet Gaming! Do you want to introduce yourself to those who missed our other stream?” You turn to Jeongguk who nods; this time a little nervous as he stares directly into the camera.
He’d said he was okay with being filmed since he wasn’t actually part of any sexual acts, but he still found himself a little camerashy now that the two of you were live.
Seungcheol sat directly behind the monitors and cameras; his phone open to your cam show to watch from a different angle.
“Ah, hello! I’m JK of Golden Closet Gaming! I’m a friend of Cherry’s and no we won’t be fuckin’.” Jeongguk ends with an innocent smile that has you holding back your laughter.
therealchan99: i dont think dom.cheol would like that very much anyway
universe_WZ has donated $100
universe_WZ: unless he’s into watching
dom.cheol: no
alphagyu97: oh shit hes back
angelhan: huh, so hes not there?
“Oh, he is! He’s behind the camera~” You gesture beyond the camera to where Seungcheol sits and he leans over to quickly wave upside down in front of the camera to prove his existence.
j__min: ah, of course~ we know your daddy would never let you play with anyone else~
j__min: he likes you too much ;)
emerald.tae: oh? also hi new watcher!!!
emerald.tae: ur videos were great!!
emerald.tae has donated $200
therealchan99: im gonna need to start fighting ppl for ur attention i swear
gentleman_josh95: implying u had it
chwenon: yooooooo lmao
“You guuuuys, be nice! Just for that, I’m gonna be sending you a special private pic, okay ‘therealchan99’? You guys pick on him too much!” You pout.
therealchan99: hahaahhAHhhahaHAAHAA FUCKIN LOSERS SUCK ON THAT
tangerine_kwan: bruh
chwenon: damn guess we should can it
You respond to a few more comments as Jeongguk sits by and watches the way you interact with your viewers. He also takes note that you had a donation minimum before you started actually doing anything on your channel and that you’d already hit it pretty quickly.
“Okay! I think we should start now, huh? Oh, I should explain what’s going on!” You giggle cutely, settling into your space on the bed. “So JK and I will be playing this stilt man game! We have to get our character to the finish line without falling or the level restarts! JK has to get to level 30 and I have to get to level 20 and whoever reaches their goal first, wins!”
“I have a higher level to reach ‘cause our skillsets are different and we all know I’d smoke her if we both had to reach the same level.” Jeongguk grins.
seokGENIE: sure
seokGENIE has donated $69
sleepy_wonu has donated $100
hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $100
“And the reason why ‘dom.cheol’ is behind the camera is because...” You pause, eyes twinkling with playfulness as you stare directly into the lens. “In order to get me to do my best, he’ll be controlling a special toy I’m wearing~ Hehe, if my character falls, he’ll raise the vibration setting each time as punishment and leave it on until I cum…”
“Which we are assuming will be a lot. Unfortunately, no medic on standby.” Jeongguk jokes. Seungcheol rolls his eyes as he laughs from behind the camera.
“We have a safeword, don’t we, sweetheart?” You nod in response, “Mmhmm!”
“Let’s get it!”
It takes all of four stages before your character falls for the first time.
Seungcheol turns the vibrating panties on and you immediately jolt as you try to keep your character upright on screen. “Oh, f-fuck!”
kitty_junjun: uh ohhhh it begins
artist8hao: i don’t think she’s gonna last.. babygirl is so sensitive, she’ll probably cum soon
xcaliburDK: i’m giving it until level 6 before she cums
emerald.tae: oh are we placing bets
“Noooo~ Don’t place bets on me, I’m weak!” You whine; already squirming as the vibrations attack your clit. Seungcheol grins from in front of you as Jeongguk laughs from your side, already on level 7 on his own screen.
You had to admit, it was a little weird for someone else to be in the room with you while Seungcheol basically used a toy on you, but the younger male seemed to not care about it at all. Although, he had already seen most of you and Seungcheol at this point.
Your fingertips are shaky on the keyboard and computer mouse; already fearing the way Seungcheol’s eyes almost become darker the longer you struggle.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Is the game too hard?”
“A-ah, n--no, it’s not that b-bad…” Squirming, you grind down a little harder onto the bed just as your character falls on screen and Seungcheol raises the setting to the second highest in the blink of an eye. “Ngh, fuh---fuck!”
“Uh oh~ Should I slow down to let you catch up?” Jeongguk teases.
“N-no, I can beat y-you!”
The donations and comments pour in as you struggle to keep your calm and get your character to the finish line; letting out a sigh of relief as you finally enter the fifth level. You let out a choked sob as you already feel your panties starting to stick to you like a second skin from how wet you were getting and Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle.
“You know, you’re technically allowed to cum whenever you want. It’ll just… slow you down, is all.” Grinning, he watches as you look beyond the camera towards him as you pout.
“But I--I wanna win!” You cry; palms clammy as you try to rush through the fifth stage, only for your character to fall almost immediately. “Nooo~”
Seungcheol clicks the vibrator to its highest setting and your body goes rigid as the vibrations wreck your body. You start to grind against the toy as you chase your orgasm and forget about the game almost completely. In a perfect world, Seungcheol would have his cock snug between your walls, but instead you clench around emptiness as you crave his cock.
artist8hao: ah shes already cumming lol
seokGENIE: on level 5? Fuck
universe_WZ: her cute lil cunt cant take it, poor babygirl
seokGENIE has donated $50
emerald.tae has donated $75
alphagyu97: cum baby, u kno u wanna
alphagyu97 has donated $75
A small choked whine is all you can manage before you do cum; eyes clamped shut and fingers wrapped tight around the computer mouse as the waves of pleasure crash down onto your body. Donations and comments flood the side of the screen from a combination of your viewers and Jeongguk’s as they watch your face contort in pleasure.
“Ah, sweetheart, you’re really falling behind~ JK is going through the stages so quickly while you’re sitting there cumming~” Seungcheol teases. He licks his lips, simultaneously wishing you were sitting on his cock while you played your game.
That’d have to be for another time, he thinks.
It takes a second for Seungcheol to turn the toy off and your body immediately slumps forward as you catch your breath. “Ngh, d-damn it…” You grimace when you re-adjust yourself and find your panties soaking wet.
“I’m already on level 17, babe. You gotta catch up!”
You can only groan in response, flexing your clammy fingers before you try to focus on your own screen again.
kitty_junjun: oho looks like our princess is focused now
tangerine_kwan: u got this baby
j__min: show ‘em who’s boss, babygirl
You tune out the sounds of the comments and donations as you manage to get yourself to level eight without falling, but level nine proves to be just a little too hard as your character falls and Seungcheol turns the vibrator back on to its lowest setting again.
“Be careful, baby. Wouldn’t want to fall behind again would you?”
Seungcheol feels his cock throbbing in his sweats as he watches you bite your lip. And for the first time all night, he wishes that Jeongguk would just win and go home so that he could have his own private time with you.
“I’m on level 22 already. D’you think she can even catch up?” Jeongguk teases. He spares you a side glance, taking in your form slumped closer to the table as you try to fight the vibrations.
Your body was already extremely sensitive from your first orgasm and you quickly losing your confidence as you struggled to keep your character upright. If you came even just one more time, there was no way that you’d be able to beat Jeongguk with how quickly he was going through the stages.
therealchan99: she’s cumming just as quickly as JK is getting thru the stages hfdsf
gentleman_josh95: shes so cute when she cums tho
angelhan has donated $50
angelhan: thats the real prize angel
“T-thank you…” You whimper out, fingertips twitching against the keyboard and mouse as you focus your attention to the game to the best of your ability.
You manage to get to level ten with no more issues just as Jeongguk gets to level 25 and you let out an exasperated sigh as your character falls over again. “Uh oh~ I think I’m gonna win!” Jeongguk cheers; giddiness washing over him as he works to get to the end.
“Nooo~ That’s n-not, ah, fair!” Whining, you grip the mouse tighter as Seungcheol raises the setting on the toy again, watching as you rub your thighs together at the feeling.
hoshi_tiger_xx: sadly nothings fair in the gaming world babe
hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50
dtsug__a has donated $50
dtsug__a: cute for thinkin so tho
“I don’t th--think I can, hah, c-catch up...” You moan. Your character on screen falls over one more time and all you hear is Seungcheol’s small ‘tsk’ under his breath as he sets the vibrator to the highest setting and leaves it there.
It doesn’t take long before the vibrations prove to be too much for you and you let go of the keyboard and computer mouse as your hands ball up into fists on top of the table.
The pleasure washes over you in sharp pin pricks; small whines and whimpers falling from your lips as your eyes completely clamp shut.
Jeongguk lets out a surprised noise at the way the donations and comments almost make the screen lag and for the first time, his character on screen falls over at his split second loss of focus.
“Ah, fuh--fuck!” You start to squirm once the pleasure starts to bleed into overstimulation and Seungcheol is quick to respond, “You’re gonna cum one more time as punishment for giving up, sweetheart.”
alphagyu97: ooo she's in troubleeee
gentleman_josh95: ahhh daddy still has to punish you after all
seokGENIE: damn is this what this channels abt? this is hot
artist8hao: babygirl always misbehaves
chwenon: she seems to like it too much 😏
dtsug__a: hooooo shit, thats hot
“It’s n-not my f-fault, hah, JK is j-just good at g-gaming...” You mumble.
Jeongguk manages to get to level 30 within the time you sit and grind against the toy; small noises of excitement falling from his lips as he cheers for himself!
“Aww, poor baby. Maybe you’ll focus a bit better next time, hmm?”
You nod frantically as a small tear slips down your cheek and your lips part in a breathy moan. “God, I--I’m c--cumming!”
Your body locks up, ears ringing as you cum one more time. Seungcheol wishes he could work you through it; hands massaging your skin as you take your pleasure or thrusting his cock into you as he chased his high with you.
Instead he watches from across you as your body twitches as your face contorts in unadulterated bliss, licking his lips the entire time with images of what could’ve been dancing behind his eyelids.
Jeongguk watches as the donations far surpass what the two of you made on his channel; brows disappearing into his poofy head of hair. “Wow, uh, y’all seem to really like it when she gets punished, huh?” He mutters under his breath.
“Don’t you?” Seungcheol teases.
“Truuuuue.”
A garbled moan has both of their attention on you as you try to shy away from the toy still vibrating against your overly sensitive clit. “Ah, ‘m too sen--sensitive now...” You cry.
Seungcheol turns the toy off completely as your chest heaves in deep breaths; pouting at the fact he wasn’t able to enter the camera frame to take care of you.
Jeongguk grimaces slightly at the way your body sways in tiredness next to him, unsure of what to do next now that he’d won.
“Haha, um, medic?”
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Babysitting | Kageyama Tobio
Pairing: Kageyama X Reader (gender neutral)
Genre: fluff
Request: “Can i request kageyama x reader (imagine) You and kageyama are visiting kiyoko and tanaka’s house and babysitting their child thankss” - anonnie
Author’s Note: i freaking deleted this by accident akjsdadsadsb so i had to repost and rewrite the end again akjdhksdh but thank you for requesting (req was made while my inbox was opened. it’s now closedd)
He thought nothing of it when you told him that you promised the Tanaka’s that you would be babysitting their son for the night
getting there, you and shining hugged, her perfume sweet in your nose
“Ah, thank you, Y/N, Kageyama. I hope we didn’t ruin any plans or anything,” she stood politely at the entrance as the two of you slipped off your shoes
“It’s nothing, really. Plus you two deserve a break, have a nice night out.”
With that being said, Shimizu and Ryu were off to their date night
“He keeps staring at me.” Kageyama stared back, his brows creased as he stared back to the child, his small eyes looking up to the bigger man sitting cross legged before him
“I guess he likes you, kags,” you laughed peeking your head around his to see S/N staring, not even paying you any attention
Shimizu had told you that S/N was already fed so really the most you would have to do would be to take care of him, change diapers, and put him to bed in just a few hours
S/N sat in his little chair that helped him walk but he stood still where he was, just staring into kageyama’s eyes soul
“But how? We’ve never met before.” Kageyama said this yet didn’t even dare to break his eyes away from the little boy
But then he began to reach his hands out, making little grabby hands towards kageyama, bumping his little cart with his little toys jingling until the cart bumped Ito kags’ legs
“W-what’s he doing?” the awkward man was suddenly flustered, leaning back into his other hand as the baby began to babble
“He wants to be held,” you laughed as you stood from your seat, walking around Kageyama to the little one. “Isn’t that right, S/N?” You cooed but as you tried to scoop him up into your arms, he whined loudly, rejecting you
“Wow, he really wants you.” You felt the tiniest bit of betrayal since he had never done that to you before
The little one with his dark fuzzy hair reached out and pouted with his chubby cheeks puffed out, looking to Kageyama
“What should I do?” He looked awkwardly as this was his first time babysitting
Kids usually didn’t really click with him
They often found him quite intimidating with his stoic features on his face, his eyes unreadable
“Pick him up.” You knelt down and took his hands into yours. “Put your hand here and here and just carefully lift him up.”
He slowly lifted the baby boy in his hold, the distress on the little one’s face disappearing now that the one he wanted was holding him
You smiled seeing a child Kageyama was all to hold without them crying their eyes out
When you first met and took care of S/N, he was pretty quiet as you assumed most newborns were, taking in all the new information and sights into their little minds
Shimizu had told you S/N was surprisingly quiet, not really too fussy. He watched intently and stared as people talked as if he knew what they were saying
The little boy’s feet dangled as kageyama held him at an arm’s distance, staring like a doll, creeping out kageyama just the slightest
“You should lower him so he can stand on your leg, kags, or hold him to your body instead of just holding him like that,” you suggested, sneaking a picture of kageyama holding a baby for the first time
“O-oh.” He lowered the child, his tiny feet taking tiny steps as S/N did his best to stand but kageyama ultimately sat him down on his thigh
“Alright how about some TV?” You stood from your seat and switched on the tv, surfing the channels to find the children’s channel
Kageyama sat with his back straight, one hand resting on S/N’s back, the other resting on his other leg as he watched you look through the shows
Glancing down, he was met with S/N sitting there, staring up with his big eyes up to the setter
He was frozen in a staring match with the young one, not sure what else to do - everything about tonight was unexplored territory for kageyama
Blinking first, S/N, looked away, looking around the room to find you
He lost his balance and slid off Kageyama’s leg and right into the little opening in his crossed legs
“Oops.” Kageyama began to lift the little boy out from where he sat only for him to begin pouting, his minuscule hands, compared to the setter’s, pushing him away
“Okay then,” he gave in and rested his hands back on his own legs, peering down to the little boy who sat so still
“Alright, here we- pffhahaha awwww,” you burst into laughter, your heart swelling twice the size seeing kageyama and S/N sitting together
“I have to send a picture to Shimizu, hold on,” you disappeared to the kitchen and dug for your phone through your jacket pockets
Meanwhile
The two boys’ attentions were locked on the tv
They watched the rainbow character as they stood between a fork in the path
“Which way should we go?” The character asked, staring into the tv as if staring into the eyes of watchers
“Pff, this is so childish,” He scoffed to himself. “The red path, go right.” He mumbled to himself
Answering this himself, he felt a wave of pride wash over him hearing the character compliment on how smart he was by correcting the right path to go down
Returning, you knelt down beside the tv but your heart nearly exploded again
S/N leaned his head onto Kageyama’s thigh, his cheek squishing his face as he groggily watched the television, comfortable with his spot
You gathered yourself the best you could and steadied your phone, capturing the sweet moment
For the rest of the night, the three of you sat in the living room and watched tv until your phone timer went off
It was time to tuck S/N in for the night
You peeked down from where you sat on the plush leathery couch
“Kags,” you caught his attention, taking his eyes off the screen for the first time since you turned it on
“Hm?”
“We have to put him to bed. Look,” you pointed
He slowly leaned forward and peered down to find the little one dozed off against his leg
He didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep ever since he rest his head on his leg
“Pick him up carefully,” your voice quiet as you guided him
he cradled the baby carefully, his small hands holding into the setter’s shirt as the two of you went upstairs
he followed you to his bedroom, setting him down in his crib
you couldn’t help but feel the bubbles in your chest seeing the kageyama with a child
it even made you wonder what he would be like as a parent himself one day
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So I read this prompt on tumblr where you see your soulmate in mirrors and I extended that to reflective surfaces in general for this Ralvez fic that came to me like an epiphany. So. Here’s a lil one.
Title: Reflections (soulmate AU)
Words: 1,499
Rated: General. No canon-typical violence but there’s brief mention of Reid’s past traumas
Every day, Spencer tried his best to keep his gaze away from windows, blank screens, even particularly still puddles when he was caught out in the rain. Anything reflective.
The face staring back at him seemed too good to be true. A beautiful complexion with dark hair softening a handsome face, and the kindest eyes Spencer had never actually seen in person. In moments of weakness, he’d rub his thumb and forefinger together before glancing around to make sure no one could see him before taking a look at the reflection staring back at him. It was stupid maybe, to take such care that no one see him, but it felt like a private moment. Like crying in anger and knowing that you’d be taken less seriously; he didn’t need to be seen as ‘mooning over’ his soulmate. He didn’t even know if he’d ever meet him.
He’d seen the way Penelope and Derek’s relationship had gone; they immediately started calling each other pet-names, but their relationship was that of destined friends rather than lovers. Soulmates could mean any sort of relationship; they weren’t inherently romantic. But Spencer wanted his to be. He wondered if Mr Maybe Average Height, Dark, and Handsome would come into his life being the most attractive person Spencer’s ever set his eyes on only to find their soulbond would be like Derek and Garcia, rather than Hotch and Hayley. He also wondered if when Hotch was looking at mirrors if he was missing Hayley’s reflection or agonising over seeing it.
He’d been moving back and forth through the precinct they were holed up in, bouncing between watching Tara interview their unsub through the one-way-mirror with Emily and the rest of the team brainstorming down the hall. Each time he walked up and down that hall, the image of his soulmate walked beside him. It made him feel both hemmed in and comforted.
This stranger had been with him since his teen years. This silent company with lips that seemed always ready to smile. He’d watched as some peach fuzz turned into manicured facial hair and admired the changes. When he was in a good mood, these were the tracks his thoughts moved along. When he was in a bad mood, he anguished over the thought of this voiceless watcher seeing him go through trauma after trauma. He’d wondered too, if this other person had avoided looking at surfaces with just a bit too much shine because of it.
Trudging back down the hall with a list of questions the team had written out for Tara, Spencer paused at one of the windows in the hall. The ever-present image of his soulmate was slightly off-centre, and had a heart-stoppingly warm smile. It made Spencer take in a deep breath, like a weight was lifted off his chest and it could expand properly now. He smiled back, and almost walked away before the image's hand in the window actually lifted as if saying ‘wait. Stay there’.
He did wait for a second before realising it was stupid to follow the command of a reflection. Then realised it was more stupid to think that a reflection could ask him to wait when generally they stay still, at most wearing an expression matching the feelings of the person they’re depicting. That was another topic of ‘bad mood thoughts’ Spencer had sometimes.
These things were still whirring through his mind when a door in the hall beside the window opened, and Spencer’s feet became fixed to the floor. He had the urge to run, to keep distance between this man and himself so that his quiet comfort stayed exactly that. He knew what to expect with it, and the thought of change filled him with fear. But he’d also spent years wanting to push his fingers through dark and curly hair. Wanting more senses to become familiar with the man than just sight. What did he smell like? What was his voice like?
Spencer found with a jolt he was learning what the voice sounded like while quite unprepared.
“-finally see you. This is just- wow, right? I’m Luke, Luke Alvez.”
He already knew the name, because Emily had told everyone that the new team member would have to meet them while they were away on a case. But he never would have guessed-
“Who could have thought we’d meet here? Do you work here?”
“I-I uh, I’m Spencer. Reid, Spencer Reid.” It was then that he noticed Luke had begun to hold his hand out like he was going to shake Spencer’s, and he’d instead slipped it in his pocket.
“Your reputation precedes you, Dr Reid.” His smile made Spencer’s heart feel more present in his chest, and it frustrated him that he couldn’t properly explain the feeling. Like its beating was more deeply felt throughout his body.
“Luke, you said?” He was stalling; he’d take the memory of every moment in this interaction with the man before him to the grave.
“Yeah, Luke. I’d really love to get to know you Spencer, but I’m here on work you know.” The shape of his lips changed to a playful grin and Spencer’s knees felt weak. “Care to show me around, at least?”
-
Spencer had started to think that he’d keep this ‘meeting his soulmate’ business under wraps, maybe break it to the team after they’d gone back home and Spencer had some time with Luke. Those plans were promptly thrown aside when Luke happily exclaimed about how excited he was meeting his soulmate to the team when they enquired about his infectiously high spirits.
Spencer thought he’d feel something, scared, maybe, about this new information being exposed before he could properly process it. But seeing how happy Luke was had the feeling melt away before it really took root.
-
“You know, seeing you through the years has been a rollercoaster ride I did not sign up for.” Luke had taken Spencer out to the middle of nowhere, and the two were laying down on a blanket and looking up at the stars. Having learnt about Spencer’s aversion to the dark, he’d brought two battery powered lanterns and set them down at opposite corners of their blanket.
It wasn’t necessary, given the light from the moon and stars, but the thought left a sweet feeling moving through Spencer’s body.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. A couple years ago seemed the roughest for you though. I don’t want to pry and make you uncomfortable, but if you want to share, or vent, or anything... Well, I’m all ears.”
Spencer squeezed Luke’s hand in his, rubbing his thumb on the side of Luke’s hand as he took a moment to think.
“I don’t mind answering, but it’s not the happiest story. Which you may have guessed, having been able to see me at least a little at the time.”
“I want to learn everything about you Spencer, so that I can love everything about you.” Luke brought their hands up to kiss the back of Spencer’s, unaware of the almost overwhelming feelings Spencer was going through.
They spent the night quietly sharing the bad and the good, the big and the small, from their lives before they met. Luke ended up pulling Spencer closer so that Spencer’s head was on his chest, his arms around the younger man’s body. Only after hours went by and Spencer thought he might fall asleep did Luke make them get back in the car and head home. Luke was renting an apartment he’d picked out before needing to move after transferring from the fugitive taskforce, but he’d spent a lot of his nights at Spencer’s, with Roxy tagging along now more often than not.
Luke took Spencer up and went back to his apartment to pick up Roxy before returning. By the time they were all in bed, the horizon had started brightening. The light seeping in through the edges of the curtain cast the room in a pale glow, showing Spencer curled up in Luke’s arms, and Roxy on a bed Spencer had bought for her at the foot of their own bed.
Now, when Spencer caught himself looking at Luke’s image in windows and mirrors, he took a little extra time to smile back in case Luke was seeing him at the same time. He knew the approximate likelihood was low when he thought of where else Luke could be, but was making up for lost smiles. He’s learned about the concern and pain Luke had felt seeing Spencer through the hardest times, bullying in high school, the loss of loved ones, as well as his abduction and addiction. Now, Luke made a point of telling him things like ‘I saw you smiling today, it felt good. Anything you want to share?’ As well as ‘I was trying to work today and I saw some idiot grinning back at me when my monitor died. Did you plan that?’
Now, Spencer sought out Luke’s image every day.
#Ralvez fic#I could have edited this more but#Well here we are#Criminal Minds fanfic#Spencer Reid/Luke Alvez#This is the closest I've ever gotten to angst and it's bc I'm a lil bitch hope you don't mind but too bad if you do#My Writing#It was legit just gonna be a couple hundred words but when I thought I was gonna stop typing I kept going#Gonna say it was bc of my new keyboard I truly love it
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Kerensa
chapter 1, Chapter 2
Warnings: mentions of baby loss
Chapter 3
Getting to Know You
With wet coats hanging up and steaming hot chocolates in hand, they settled into a nook not far from the fire where Scout lay contented by its warmth.
After a sip of the milky goodness, Kerry teased him:
“So if you’re Canadian, how come you’re always commenting on the cold and damp here?”
“It’s a fair point “ he agreed grinning at her teasing “but I’ve been in LA over 30 years. I have no tolerance for cold anymore!” What about you, did you grow up here?”
“Well in England, yes but not here here if that’s what you mean. My parents loved Cornwall, we holidayed here for years and I even got my name from here”
“Kerry? I thought it was an Irish name”
“It’s not that kind of Kerry - Kerry is short for Kerensa”
“And that is?”
“Cornish for ‘love’”
“Awww that’s cute”
Kerry felt the heat rise up her face
“What can I say? My parents were a pair of hopeless romantics!” she shrugged.
Keanu chuckled. He knew how this conversation could go if he didn’t watch it, so he took another sip of his drink to give himself thinking time. He segued away from the subject of romance.
“So how long have you lived here?”
“About 3 years, when both of my parents had passed and after my divorce, I had enough money to invest in a property down here. I needed a fresh start but also something comforting and familiar you know? Here seemed the perfect place so I left my job and headed down. The cottage rental is my main income and I do some freelance copywriting to tide myself over and I’m working on some short stories but I’ve yet to get anything published.”
“Wow a writer, maybe you could give me some tips” he quipped
“I don’t think writing ads for chocolate bars is really training for screenwriting! Or are you writing a novel or a play”
“No it is a screenplay”
Just then, Keanu’s stomach made a loud rumble making him giggle and cover his mouth, embarrassed.
“I guess it’s lunchtime huh? I think I’m going to eat here. I love their fish finger sandwich. Care to join me?”
“You sure? I feel like I’ve hijacked your peaceful morning”
“Not at all, it’s been nice to get to know you a little bit”
Kerry went to the bar placing the order for 2 of their fish-finger sandwiches. That was a bit of a misnomer really as they weren’t your standard breadcrumbed fish sticks in flat white bread but rather tender Cod goujons in a light beer batter served in a crusty home baked roll with homemade tartar sauce and chunky triple cooked chips.
After a few bites, they picked up the conversation from before.
“So, you were divorced 3 years ago then? Or did it take you longer to execute your exit plan?”
About 3 and a half years now. Things had been unraveling for a while so my plan was underway for about a year before I got here.”
“No children?”
She shook her head, a shadow passed over her expression.
“That’s good”
Her expression turned stricken.
“Gosh sorry, I meant good that there weren’t kids to be hurt by the divorce, not good that you don’t have them!”
“No it’s ok, it’s just a touchy subject. It’s why we split up basically”
Keanu tilted his head, encouraging her to continue.
Kerry took another bite of her sandwich, taking a moment to decide what to share.
“We both wanted a family, very much, but it just never worked out. I had a couple of miscarriages then nothing, for a couple of years. When we got checked out, they couldn’t find a problem but they recommended we try IVF or adopt, and turns out he didn’t want a family with me enough to go through any of that!”
“I’m so sorry”
Kerry could see the sincerity in his warm brown eyes and threw him a sad half-smile.
“Thanks. You know, it’s odd, obviously it hurts that it’s unlikely now that I’ll ever have kids, but what hurt the most is not that, nor losing the relationship but that I so badly misjudged who he was as a person. It’s like my “good person” radar failed me so badly!”
Keanu chuckled with recognition.
“Been there, got the t-shirt! It really sucks huh? I had a completely different situation with a friend but it also left me reeling – they turned out not to be who I thought they were, not at all.”
“Oh, what happened?”
“Well I helped him out with funding for a project, then he forged my signature on a contract and I ended up having to make a movie I hated just when I should have been somewhere else.”
“That sucks. What was the film?”
“Eugh” Keanu made a guttural noise “The Watcher”, I played a serial killer and it was just bad!”
Kerry laughed
“Sort of against type I guess”
“Nah, nah it wasn’t playing a bad guy I had a problem with, it was just a shitty script and a shitty project full stop”
“And where should you have been?”
“What?”
“You said before, you were forced to do the film when you should have been somewhere else?”
“Oh yeah, yeah, right”
Keanu’s voice had got quieter with each word.
Seeing his hesitation, Kerry assured him “no need to share, looks like a bad memory”
“No, you shared your painful memories with me, I can too.” He sighed sadly. I should have been with my girlfriend at the time. She was pregnant, 8 months along and I was away filming that shitty film in New York. She went for her last scan and there was no heartbeat. She called me” he paused, remembering “God she was screaming and wailing down the phone for me to come home”
“And you couldn’t?”
“No, of course I did, I dropped everything and went home, that’s not what I meant, it’s just that I’ll just always wonder, if I’d been there before….. then things might have been different …..”
Kerry reached over and squeezed his hand. She hoped she wasn’t overstepping but it seemed the only response to such a revelation.
“Did you have a son or a daughter?”
“A daughter, Ava. She’d be 22 now.”
“I’m so sorry”
“I’m sorry, for you too, for your lost babies. Do you know what you were having?”
“No, they were early miscarriages, at about 10 weeks.”
“Still enough time for hope to bloom right?”
Kerry nodded
“Not many people get that, especially not someone who’s experienced such a different level of loss”
“I have enough friends who’ve been through a miscarriage to know there’s a lot of commonality.”
They both sighed and drew in a shaky breath then giggled at their mirrored actions.
“I feel like we deserve the naughtiest dessert on the menu after sharing all those sad memories!” Keanu offered in an attempt to lighten the mood.
“Oh I couldn’t manage a whole one”
“We’ll share one then, what do you fancy ?” he asked looking towards the menu board. “What’s the most trad thing we can get?”
“Gotta be the sticky toffee pudding with clotted cream Ice cream hasn’t it?”
“Let’s go for it”
That decided, they finished their lunch off in a lighter mood with the delicious pudding to share, then walked up the hill to the house and cottage slowly in light of their full stomachs!
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and you thought we would have less angst~! lol nope!
@petrichormeraki @helleborusangel
Grifter left briefly and returned with Sefter and Grifect, taking them over to where Grian and Mumbo had taken Jrum. “Oh I had the best idea! Since you have your kids and Sense and I have ours, they could be best friends! I’m sure they can get along great!”
“I’m not sure that’s the best idea right now.” Mumbo said, keeping Jrum close to him. “Jrum is very vulnerable right now and-”
“I kinda do want to play.” Jurm spoke up, tugging on Mumbo’s pant leg. “It was something nice I got to do when I was with d- uh… Bad.”
Mumbo hesitated, but then nodded. “I guess it probably wouldn’t hurt. But if anything happens to Jrum-!”
“Oh calm down, I won’t do anything to him.” Grifter replied. “Besides, I’m sure he wouldn’t let me.” And he pointed behind him to a doorway where Xannes was just coming in, followed by NPG.
“Jrum’s okay!” NPG smiled, before moving behind Xannes when he locked eyes with Grifter, the hels admin crossing his arms.
“You’re out of prison.”
Grifter smiled and pulled himself close to Sense. “Of course. Wouldn’t want to leave this hot stud alone for too long, now would I?”
“Well, You’ve had time with him, now it’s time for you to go back.”
Grifter pouted. “But my kids are having a playdate with Jrum. You wouldn’t want to upset a child, would you?” Grifter’s pout turned into a sly smile and he moved closer to whisper to Xannes. “And Sense has said you’re such a softie when it comes to kids. Before you can do anything to me, I could do whatever I want to that robot. I could create a fun little feedback loop and break them like that. And you couldn’t do anything about it because you decided NPG is better to protect, hmm?”
Xannes wasn’t sure what to say that wouldn’t cause some problem, so he just glared. Grifter’s evil smile quickly turned to one that was much sweeter, and he pulled Grifect over, letting the child talk to Xannes. “Hi Mistew Xannes! Awe uwu weawwy the best hackew evew?”
“I… am known as the best hacker, yes.” Xannes gritted out after another smirk from Grifter.
“Wow! Thawt's so coow! Cawn uwu teach me how tuwu duwu stuff wike thawt?”
“Don’t you want to play with… whatever Jrum would be considered to you? Cousin or some shit?”
“Yeah! But cawn uwu teach me watew?”
“Yeah yeah, whatever.” Xannes growled, rolling his eyes. Grifect went back over to Jrum and Grifter tried pushing Sefter to play as well, but the older sibling refused to join in.
“Hmm, it looks like Sefter doesn’t want to play. I guess I should take him back to Prof. Sense, you can watch Grifect, right dear?” The evil scientist nodded and Grifter gave him a kiss. “Now Grifect, remember what I told you.”
“I wemembew!” The young bot replied, getting a pat on his head from his dad. Grifter left with Sefter after that, but Grian and Mumbo watcher where they had been.
“You’ve got a bad feeling about that too, right?”
Mumbo nodded. “After what we’ve heard about him, of course I do.”
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Sefter twirled a sword in one hand while holding an axe in the other. Behind him, Tommy was tied up and stuffed in a large chest, muffled sounds being the only thing to escape the box.
On the other side of the room, Grifter dragged Grum along, who was doing his best to resist. “P-please. I d-don’t w-want to g-go.”
“I don’t care! I need you for this, so you’re coming with me. No one will even notice!”
“N-no. I w-want to s-stay with T-Tommy. P-Please!”
“Stop complaining or I’ll rewire you for what I need. I’m sure it can’t be much worse than a lobotomy.” Grifter threatened in a cheerful voice. “Now let’s go!”
Grum was scared by the threat and then stopped resisting. Grifter found it much easier to move the robot now, though the screen changing to a smiley face confused him. He hefted the bot onto his shoulder, quickly sent a message to Grifect, and then they were gone.
The_Grifter left the world
Sefter left the world
The_Grifter joined the world
Grumbot_System joined the world
When they arrived in the SMP, Grumbot jumped off of Grifter’s shoulder and pulled out a sword. “Alright, I’m guessing that means you can also find Theseus from here, right?”
“Theseus is likely to be with the admin. The admin also has a needed item. That item must be retrieved.”
“Good.” Grifter smiled. “Take us there!”
Grumbot hesitated, buffering for a few moments. “Console commands have been disabled. Locating Theseus is not available. Reinstate programs before trying again.”
“Ugh, well how do I do that?” Grifter huffed, smiled gone.
Coordinates appeared on Grumbot’s face for a few moments before it spoke again. “If it has not been moved, those should be the coordinates. There will be people around it.”
“And they know my ‘good’ copy?” Grifter asked, using air quotes.
“Correct.”
Grifter sighed and pulled on his new outfit, replacing it with a standard red sweater. He cleaned up his hair a bit, resisting the urge to mess it up again and then showed himself off. “How do I look?”
“You look like bzzt.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Grifter asked. Had the robot just censored a word. “I look like what?!”
“Was that not the goal? To look like bzzt? You did change into what looks like bzzt sweater.”
Grifter calmed down. “Oh, you were trying to say Grian’s name hmm? And people say I’m the bad one. He won’t let you say his name.”
“Incorrect. That is a recent addition as protection against the Admin and Dream.”
That got Grifter’s attention. “Oh really? So it’s something you’re doing on purpose?”
“Also incorrect. It has not been turned off and knowledge about the program is recent. It also cannot currently be turned off.” Grumbot explained in a deadpan voice, starting to walk to the quartz mansion, leaving Grifter to follow behind.
“Well now I’m curious. Why can’t you turn it off?”
“Another component controls that program.”
“Hmm, I see.” The helsmit nodded. “So, where are we headed?” He paused as Grumbot pointed to a building in the distance, far enough that Grifter needed to squint. “Over there? Pfft, why walk. I can get us there quicker.”
He grabbed Grumbot, and greenish magic swirled around them, teleporting them next to the building. “If you are attempting to mimic bzzt, that is not helpful for the image.”
“Pfft, it’s fine. No one saw. And if they did, I would deal with it. Now let’s go inside. I already know what I’m going with. Oh, and you better play along, or else.”
Grumbot nodded, making Grifter frown about that fact that it didn’t seem even a little scared from his threat. The helsmit picked Grumbot up before walking into the building, putting on a smile. “Hey, we’re back. Mumbo’s still back in Hermitcraft with Jrum keeping Tommy company.”
“Did you not figure out how to help him out? His body’s still here and obviously he didn’t come with you.” Philza spoke, having returned and Techno gone once again.
The helsmit didn’t need to worry about figuring out an answer because Grumbot quickly answered. “The revival process for those from this world requires an extra step in the form of an item that the admin was in possession of. He will need to be found.”
Those there glanced at each other, which obviously didn’t mean anything good. “What’s wrong?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Fundy held out his communicator, letting Grifter look at it before showing Grumbot. Grifter held in a smile when he saw that Theseus was here, and it looked like his old admin was here too. The errored message was interesting though.
“Obviously it isn’t good news. Dream was bad enough, I don’t want to see what an evil version of him is like. Unless of course it’s an opposite version and he’s nicer.” Phil spoke again.
“From what I’ve heard? He’s not really that nice.” Grifter replied. Not nice to most people that is, at the very least. But he wondered if this Nightmare person would want to be on the good side of a Listener. In fact, he had already lost his server, hadn’t he? So what more could he possibly lose from some sort of partnership. “And while it probably isn’t a good idea to go near him, it looks like we’ll have to.”
“I’m not sure how long it would take to gather people up to help with that.” The hardcore player said. “A lot of people are still injured from the banquet and-”
Grifter cut Philza off. Grian would probably be concerned for his faaamily~. Ugh. “I’m sure I can do fine on my own. Even an admin can’t do much against a Watcher. And while extra help would be nice, you getting close could just end up being more harm than good if you end up in the crossfire. I don’t want to need to revive anyone else just trying to get this thing.”
“He will also be getting some assistance already.” Grumbot spoke up, and Grifter held in the urge to roll his eyes.
“I’m not sure that’s the best idea.” Grifter tried his best to sound genuine. He’s pretty sure calling the robot by its name would be more effective, but to be completely honest, he had forgotten it at this point.
“There is to be no discussion on this matter. You will be getting assistance.” Grumbot replied, pulling out an axe. “And the sooner travel is started towards the new admin, the better.”
Grifter looked over the people in the room. Obviously getting Philza to look after the robot wouldn’t be a good idea. Even if he wasn’t like his own dad, the helsmit was sure he would be equally as experienced. The demon was off the table too. No way the robot would escape from that. The enderman thing could just teleport around.The fox hybrid might also be too quick on the draw, though he did look young. But no, the fluffy haired boy with little nubs of horns poking out, he seemed like the best option. He even already had a kid attached at his leg, so adding another would make things tougher on him.
Grifter took Grumbot over to Tubbo and put the robot in the teen’s arms. “Here, try to keep him occupied. I’m sure those two could even play together.” Though Grumbot didn’t react, it looked like the ziglin liked that idea, making it even more likely for the teen to respond positively. And that he did.
The helsmit sent a little wink to Grumbot before giving it a hug and leaving the building. As soon as he was outside, Grifter leaned against a wall and waited for the robot to come out. In a few seconds, there was a commotion from inside and then Grumbot rushed out of the building. Grifter immediately pulled the robot into his arms and teleported them away before anyone could follow outside. “I’m hoping you got what you needed?”
“That could not be obtained.”
“Well then what the fuck was all that noise?”
“Attempting to reconnect programs followed by a necessary escape.”
“Ugh, well I’m sure everyone’s out looking for you now. I’ll take us back and you can do whatever the hell you need to.”
“That would be a good idea.”
Grifter teleported them back. The Fox hybrid unfortunately stayed behind, but the helsmit quickly bashed him over the head, letting him fall to the floor unconscious. “Hmm, I think I could have gone a little harder without killing him. Normally there’s more blood. Maybe I’m just out of practice?”
Grumbot didn’t respond to the banter, just staring at the replacement console. It didn’t need all the programs, but it would be so easy to just add them all back. Its arm reached to plug itself in, but the other arm’s hand stopped the first. Its screen flickered for a moment, and then it released its arm and plugged in. Just a copy of the coordinated program. That’s all that was needed.
When Grumbot unplugged again, Grifter picked it up. “I’m guessing that means you’re ready. Where are we headed to?”
Coordinates appeared on Grumbot’s screen and Grifter smiled before teleporting them there. They reappeared in a large field of snow, the helsmit glad he had changed back into a sweater. “You’re not going to freeze in this, right?”
“Correct.”
Grifter nodded and then looked around. “I’m not seeing them. Are you sure these are the right coordinates?”
“The coordinates were altered slightly based on movement, positioning and terrain. They will be four chunks in that direction in a number of ticks.” Grumbot answered, pointing towards a hill.
“Alright, sounds good enough!” Grifter shrugged and then started dragging Grumbot along in the pointed direction. When they reached the top of the hill, the helsmit looked around, smiling when he saw the people he was looking for. Theseus was following behind what was presumably Nightmare. Then the helsmit’s gaze drifted to a few blocks behind them and the extra set of footprints following the pair. It looked like someone was using an invisibility potion.
Grifter pulled out a bow and arrow, attaching his signature TNT to the end of his arrow, and then fired it so it would land in front of the pair. Not enough to hurt either of them, but enough to startle them at the very least.
When it exploded, Grifter teleported closer, leaving Grumbot behind. “Hi there. I don’t really want you going much further.”
“Who the hell are you?” Nightmare spoke as Theseus glared.
“Mmm… I’m sure you’ve heard of me. I’m a Listener. Grifter to be precise. I’m sure Theseus has talked about his much better older brother. If not, well I guess he’s just more of a little shit than I thought.”
“Nope, he never mentioned you. But I’ve heard of your kind.”
“Aww, that’s too bad.” Grifter pouted, pulling back another arrow and firing it at the invisible figure. “Anyway, nasty tail you’ve got there.”
Nightmare and Theseus turned around to see an arrow floating in midair, footprints being created in the snow with nothing visible making them. Immediately the invisible figure was pulling armor on, ready to fight. “Thanks for the tip.”
“Anytime! Anyway, I need Theseus. Apparently Dadza really likes him still and is upset he’s gone. I wouldn’t do anything, but he kinda cursed someone that I actually care about, so if I don’t do this, it’ll end badly for me.”
“Well tell him Theseus is staying with me. There’s still some training he never finished.”
Grifter’s eyes lit up briefly and the implications, but he still frowned. “Can I at least have him long enough to take back to Dadza? It’ll take five minutes, ten tops. If he doesn’t let me bring bitch boy back, I can just try killing him.”
“Try killing death?” Nightmare asked, sounding skeptical.
Grifter nodded. “Yeah, we’re pretty sure I’m the only one who can actually do it. It’s why people really prefer being on my side.” The helsmit’s smile shifted to something darker. “Which is why you should probably… you know… Listen. Besides, being on my side has plenty of perks!”
Grifter couldn’t see Nightmare’s expression because of his mask, but eventually he nodded. “Fine. But you better be back before those ten minutes.”
Grifter nodded, giving a beaming smile before grabbing Theseus and disappearing. Nightmare put his arms behind his head, acting bored, before pulling out an axe and shield at the last second, blocking an attack. “I know you’re still here idiot.”
The invisible figure didn’t respond, so Nightmare just threw their axe at the person, the blade digging into the armor, deep enough to break through it. “I guess the durability was low.” Was all Nightmare said as he popped his arm back into place, having dislocated from the amount of force he used in the attack. “So, got a na-” Nightmare continued before being cut off as he was grabbed from behind.
“You are in the possession of a needed item. It must be handed over.”
“And what are you supposed to be?”
Grumbot buffered for a moment before answering. “Console. The admin used a console for various jobs before he was taken away and replaced by you. You likely still have an Item needed for the revival process of this world in your possession. The surrendering of that item would be appreciated.”
Nightmare kicked Grumbot away. “Not a chance.” He then pulled out a sword, hitting away the invisible figure. “Not like I can do it with this person fighting me.”
“Then they will be eliminated.” Grumbot replied, booting up its combat program. It pulled out a sword, ready to attack, but then was pushed to the ground.
“Nah, you might be useful later. Get out of the way.” Nightmare said before pulling out a trident and stabbing it into the ground, impaling Grumbot’s arm and nailing it to the ground.
As Nightmare and the invisible person fought, Grumbot looked at the trident. Fortunately it only injured one arm, and as a robot, it was ambidextrous. It pulled the trident out and held it in its hand. With the combat program active, Grumbot angled the throw, adjusting for movement from the other combat, and then threw the weapon.
In a moment, Nightmare was the one stuck to the ground. The invisible person tried to take advantage of the situation, but Grumbot managed to push them aside. The face flickered and then changed to its normal self, though even then it still flickered a bit. “Look, I’m just after my book. Give it here and you can be on your way.”
No one moved, Nightmare wasn’t even struggling, so Grum pressed his foot into Nightmare’s chest. “Give it up, or we could just stay here.”
“Who are you?”
“I think you know.”
There was quiet for a bit, but then Nightmare pulled out a book. “Fine, but I’ll be getting answers.”
“No you won’t.” And Grum pulled the trident out again before smashing it down on Nightmare’s face, shattering the mask he wore before the body disappeared into a cloud of smoke. Immediately Grum closed his combat program and curled into a ball. He started crying at what had just happened, everything quickly catching up with him. But the danger was gone now, right?
The sound of armor moving drew Grum’s attention to the now formerly invisible person, the piglin now looking down at Grum. The bot immediately regretted closing his combat program and tried to boot it up again, shakily drawing his sword. He didn’t want to die again, especially now he had the- the book! Grum dropped his sword and grabbed the book, shoving it into one of his extra inventory slots. It was just in time too as Techno grabbed him.
“D-d-don’t kuh-kill m-me ple-please!” Grum stuttered out. He was lifted up, which he thought was a curious way to kill him, but he also didn’t expect fireworks as a weapon, so anything was on the table with him.
Instead, Techno just moved Grum onto his back before leaning down and grabbing the dropped sword. “Already made the mistake of killing you once. Besides, you’ll get rid of my ghost problem.” And then he started walking. Grum was still a bit scared of getting killed, thinking the piglin could be lying, but he was also tired. He was glad he still had the trident, which was channeling at the very least, so he wouldn’t necessarily need his charger, but conserving power would be good right now, so he went to sleep.
#hermit!tommy au#hermit!tommy#grian#hels!grian#watcher!grian#grian xelqua#avian!Grian#mumbo jumbo#jrumbot#hels!jrumbot#tommyinnit#hels!Grumbot#grumbot#hels!tommy#dreamwastaken#technoblade#philza#still not a fan of how dream's persona eminates someone... problematic
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sweet confessions & surprises - rudy pankow
Requested by @jeyramarie : rudy making a cute little live to announce his relationship with the reader 🥺🤧
A/N: thank you so much for requesting, i kinda changed and added some extra things hehe i hope you’ll like it <333
disclaimer: i do not know any of these ppl personally, and I made some characters up! secondly, english is not my first language so please let me know if i do! crappy writing :’)
word count: 1.5k
warnings: fluff, some angst i guess
Since, there was global pandemic going through the world you were with your family, stuck in your grandma’s house nearly 20 people including, your parents, cousins, siblings, aunts and uncles.
It has been almost 4 months since you’ve last seen Rudy. You were going to go to his house but the chaos cancelled all of your plans. You were deeply sad. Despite the fact that you guys were away, he made sure you’re okay and feeling fine. He sometimes called your cousins and siblings when you don’t pick up his calls. He always facetimed you at nights, he even made you a playlist to listen when you get bored.
It was clear that he loved you. And you loved him back.
You guys weren’t public though. You didn’t want to tell everyone because you didn’t want to take all the attention on you and Rudy. Also you didn’t want crazy thirteen year old girls to insult you.
Today was a classic day and you were deciding a movie with your favorite cousin, Natalie
“What about Outer Banks?” Natalie asked, smirking while looking at you. You just smiled back and nodded.
When you guys watched the show, you couldn’t help but let your tears pool in your eyes. Natalie just hugged you.
“I just miss him so much Nat. People don’t know that it’s weird, they can judge me but I don’t care. I don’t care if we’re public, I miss him. The sad thing is we couldn’t even really talk these days.” you said sobbing into Natalie’s shoulder. When the other cousins heard sobs coming from the room that you 6 of you share, they all ran up and hug you. They mumbled a few we love you’s and he loves you’s. Some of them almost cried. “Alright guys enough crying. I should go to toilet, i’ll be back and we’ll continue to watch OBX” you immediately went to bathroom before your relatives could see you.
“Okay guys make sure she’s in the bathroom!” Nat whisper yelled at your other three cousins where you guys share the room with. They made thumbs up and quickly called Rudy.
“Hi Natalie whats up?” Rudy asked excitedly. Instead of only Natalie saying hi, all five of your other cousins said hi.
“Wow all the Y/L’s, I see? Liam, Kai, Nina, Brooks and Natalie?” He said back.
“YEAH you guessed it right. Where you though?” Kai asked.
“Y/N cried again like five minutes ago when Nat and her watched OBX” Nina claimed.
“She misses you a lot you should be in the city right?” Brooklyn asked quickly.
“Did my gorgeous girl cried? Aww stop making me emotional and yesI’m on my way from the airport now, I’m so excited.” Rudy claimed between sniffling.
“So, you’re gonna open the live, publicly tell the world that you guys are dating and bla bla.. right?” Natalie asked making sure she knows everything so she can make everything according to the plan.
“Exactly. so-” While Rudy was talking you walked into the scene.
“Guys have you seen my phone? I’m gonna call Rudy and tell him that I’m going to airport, I’m sorry but I can’t stand this anymore.” You stormed into the room kicking and throwing the pillows everywhere looking for your phone.
Rudy was extremely sad when he heard those words. He also felt the same and the love he was receiving from his girl made him so so happy.
All five cousins panicked and tried to find some excuses.
“No Y/N, we have a curfew, please be patient more.” Liam asked.
You grumbled when Nina saw your grandma walking through the door frame. She immediately pulled you by the wrist and took you to your grandma.
“Grandma Y/N wants to talk with you.” Nina smiled at her grandma, and she left before you could talk to Nina. You wondered what the heck is going on with all of them but you didn’t mind talking to your grandma. She made you tea and you guys sat together, gossiped about family drama. However she sensed some sorrow in your eyes
“Y/N, darling, what’s up with you today you seem blue?” You didn’t make an eye contact and had a silence for 1 minute and start talking.
“nothing grandma, I just miss him that’s all.” you looked at her and smiled. She smiled back and hug you.
“Sweetie, that’s okay. You guys are in love just like me and your grandad. Don’t worru you’ll see him. I’m sure he misses you so bad too. By the way, can I be the bridesmaid in your wedding?” She asked excitedly, hoping that you’ll get married soon.
“Oh grandma slow down, we’re not getting married yet.” You returned the smile again.
On the other hand, Rudy was rushing and trying to do the plan accordingly with the help of the cousins. “Liam and Kai, go distract her! Brooke, you’re gonna film everything. Nina you and I will be doing the rest.” Natalie explained. She was the oldest cousin and she was the leader.
When Rudy, parked beside your grandma’s house, he called you.
But you didn’t answer. A second later his phone buzzed, it was your number when he opened it was the sound of Kai.
“Hi Rudy we we’re playing uno. I’ll give the phone to her. And I missed you I wish we could see you” Kai said to Rudy pretending he doesn’t know the plan. While you were placing a card you noticed Kai was talking to Rudy on the phone. Just as you were going to get angry at him, you softened by his words. How much he missed him and how much he loves him. A second later Kai handed the phone to you.
“Hi baby. I’m doing a live can you join?” He asked quickly and happily before you could answer anything. You were quite shocked about his excitement but you were happy when he’s like that so you didn’t mind.
“Yeah sure love”
“Yeah i love you” He closed the phone. And immediately opened instagram. Rudy opened the live and suddenly it became crowded.
“Okay guys let me see if Y/N’s there, and yes. So there’s something I need to tell all of you.” He said gaining more and more watchers. There were lots of people watching including the OBX cast and you.
“There were so many rumors about my love life. That I was dating Madison. Hi to Madison by the way.” He chuckled to himself. “So those rumors, are not true, and I’m not single.” Everyone was spamming the chat. You were confused. Sitting in the table, focused on the phone. Was he announcing you guys? No, but wait he’s in a car?
“I’m sure you guys will love her.” He started to explain while he was getting out of the car and walking through a similar door entrance.
“She’s extremely sweet, most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen in my life. Kindest, most honest, the best girlfriend I could ever ask for. She makes my heart go crazy.” He continued to explain while Natalie slowly tugged you to go entrance room and you still didn’t notice him. Rudy continued walking, saw every other family relative and stopped for a second. And you were behind him.
“And that is Y/N L/N” He looked at you. You turned around and jumped into him.
“You’re here! You’re here! You’re real!!” You mumbled while holding him so tightly. He smiled and kissed you passionately. The kiss was going on but soon you heard Liam and Kai’s growls and all the overprotectiveness from your family relatives saying “It’s enough”. Rudy realized that live is still on and people were going crazy but said a last thing.
“Meet the love of my life Y/N. Thank you for joining my live. Stay safe!” and then he closed the live.
Then he went to kiss and greet all the family members. They all loved him especially your grandma and your cousins. In the dinner, the uncles, your dad and your grandpa were getting kinda protective and asking questions to him but he didn’t care and eventually they warmed up, continued to talk. You had a lot of fun. You realized how lucky you were to have Rudy beside you.
After the enormous dinner and hanging out with the family it was the time to go to sleep. Everyone was going to sleep. Liam and Kai went first being the youngest ones. Brooks, Nina and Natalie went to watch movie privately. And so on everyone went to sleep, you and Rudy decided to go to hang out only together.
While everyone told you goodbye and you two went to your rooms too.
You snuggled him closer in the bed and started talking. “You can’t even imagine how much you made me happy. I love you Rudy.
“Anything for you Y/N. I love you too. Now, say that I’m the best boyfriend ever.” he laughed smirking. You knew he would take the advantage of it.
“Rudy Pankow, you’re the best boyfriend that a girl could ever asked for”
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If you haven’t already, may I suggest watching the the post TMA episode 200 live stream. You can find it on the past live streams on the Rusty Quill twitch page. It’s a great time and many fun chats about the show from many of the people at Rusty Quill. If you need more of a reason below I have some fun quotes throughout all 3 parts of the stream.
Slight tangent before that, I do suggest continuing watch their streams, they are pretty great and also if you haven’t yet the other RQ podcasts are amazing.
I might not have the exact quotes but eh, I got them mostly.
In character Among Us (Start)
- “I realize we could end up with like 10 Martins at this point, or 10 Johns, but I feel like that will add to the drama”
- “I hate it already”
- “And it will give Robbin Lennox more screen time then he did in the show so it will be really good!”
- “Hey everybody look at me, I’m hot, I’m the fun one, I’m sexy. Sexy Tim.”
- “Keep adding to canon, that’s right, keep adding canon”
- “Your voice has changed a lot over the years, it’s like you’ve lost track of it”. “I’ve started smoking *laughter*”
- “i like fan fic”
- “All season 1 Tim round”
- “You mean a notTim?”
- “What a Tim to be alive”
- “We can’t have John as the imposter because you’d always hear from a distant corner of the ship, ‘Ceaseless Watcher’ ”
- “If I were the Corruption I guess I would just say, *corruption noises*”
- “Enjoy space black?”
- “That’s the key with Elias, just very British”
- “Hot John rights”
- “This is Elias Shiteatinggrin Bouchard”
- “I don’t suppose there’s an open position at the Archive?”. “Fun-ally enough there’s quite a few”
Jackbox
- “Aww, I love those” “Motion Sickness?” “Yeh”
- “I refuse to say Dino Nuggies”
- “So how is everyone?”
- “I cyber bully Martyn a lot”
- Question: A rejected fear from Smirke’s list. Answers: Vacuuming or The Fandom
- “I’m not voting for either because I don’t understand either joke!”
- “Alex told me to turn it on” “Alex isn’t the boss of you!”
- Question: Ah, yes, Elias Bouchard’s only weakness: Answers: Loose Morals and Fast Women or Mirrors and Thigh High Boots
- Question: What did Martyn photoshop Alex as this time? Answers: The Entire Cast of Glee or A Dinonuggie
- “Keen as mustard”
- “I really thought I had it with Senpai”
- “Hello, I’m Alasdair, the unsung hero of The Magnus Archives.”
- “In a real way aren’t you always playing Helen?”
- Question: It’s all fun and games until Daisy... Answers: Runs Out of Bullets or Kills a Cockney Delivery Driver
- “Wow. Wow. Wow. Jonathan.”
- “I took over the Stellar Firma transcripts and I come into the series at episode 60, I have no idea what the hell is going on. And then I have to describe the noise Tim makes with his mouth.” “It’s technically called speech I think”
- “Someone in the chat said, ‘Content warning: Tim Meredith’”.
- “Original recording of Rick Astley doing what?”
- Question: Martin’s favorite sweater had THIS written on it: Answers: This is what a Tea-Drinker Looks Like or Twink
- “I forgot about the good cows” “How could you forget about the good cows?!”
- “Crawdaddy”
- Not a quote but all i’m gonna say is, Autumn PHRASING
- “Alex. But wrong”
- “Content Warning: Daddies”
- “Martin wearing a shirt that says ‘Tea Daddy’”
- “The two genders: Crawdaddies and Regular Daddies.”
- “It’s alright it’s just a podcast” jonny please don’t i’ll start aggressively crying at you.
- *Jonny and Sasha discus what they are gonna eat for dinner*
- *Jonny messing everything up*
- “I used to play Martin, but ya know”
- “Oh wait does that mean Tim is now kayaking with John and Martin?” STOP IM CRYING
- “Do you here the raw capitalism in his voice”
- “Aw Daisy Chains”. “That’s not what it says”. “That’s what I choose to read”
- *everyone making Alex uncomfortable with words*
- “Oops all Ben”
The Huge Chinking’ Quiz of the Season (End)
- *everyone ominously saying Martyn*
- “Episode 69” “And what is the title of that one?” “Nice”
- “Jacky-B”
- “It’s just a spin off where nothing bad happens and ya’ know cause like Gerry Keay said the fears were the only entity and I said no, fuck you that’s wrong”
- “Alexander J. Bone”
- “Dino nuggets”
- *zooms in on Mike’s face* “You’re doing what? On my stream!”
- “Magns Achves”
- *extended sounds of chicken noises*
- “Spider [nonbinary] is my gender”
- “Over 9,000?”
- “Everyone go home Twitch is over”
- “Tim, I mean Mike”
- “Can we not make Tim a verb”
- “Swoon, swoon, swoon, Adelard Dekker”
- “not a soup store, just soup!”
- *talking about Jonah Magnus* “Cause he’s a bitch!”
- “You can’t just pop in a contact lens, ya got to bring in the whole man”
- “I was covered in disinfectant before I stroked him”
- “Don’t just straps your friends down and pull things out of them, I guess”
- “Rusty Quill Streams is a podcast”
- “Rusty asmr hours”
- “Ceaseless Watcher, turn your gaze aping these ribs!”
- “The Twilight universe is actually set in the Magnus universe” *disapproving* “NO”
- “I thought you said Shrek shaved her”
- “how’s it feel to get the last line in the show?” “VINDICATION”
- “And for the last time, Statement Ends”
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certified maria tma speculation (TM) (lazy version)
this turned out way longer than i thought it would. it’s a collection of snippets from tma transcripts just barely hinting at a speculation i have so if you don’t care then scroll fast!
i don’t feel like spending a bunch of time coming up with some speculation and theory when 1) i could be wrong and 2) i just wanna have fun but! for no reason whatsoever here are just some fun and cute quotes from s5 that i haven’t been able to get out of my head that don’t seem to have really been addressed much if at all in the narrative yet and i definitely don’t think are just pressing at the edges to come back and smack us in the face as the finale approaches <3
not that i think they’re all necessarily tied together but mmm a few of these taste of Essence of Foreshadowing yummy! a.k.a. (jonny voice) martin is not going to be okay
MAG167
Jon: W-Without trust. W-Without a reason. Gertrude needed both the purpose her mission gave her and the control her position allowed. To be here, like us, without a – a reason, without someone to ground her? She – She’d have power, but – no control. No real purpose. Perhaps she’d have dedicated herself to a doomed quest like us but – No. I think this would have broken her. And she’d have resigned herself to – ruling her domain.
...
Martin: So. If you say Gertrude wouldn’t have been able to go on without a reason –
Jon: Yes, Martin, you are my reason.
MAG170
(sudden lucid moment amongst a cloud of forgetfulness) Martin: Why. The Eye has won. It can already see everything; it wouldn’t need a – w-wouldn’t need a –
MAG171
Martin: Don’t do that.
Jon: What?
Martin: Don’t use me as an excuse.
MAG172
Martin: If you look, and I was – influenced, then how can I trust anything else? How can I believe any of my thoughts and feelings are really mine?
MAG176
Jon: I don’t like betraying someone’s trust like this.
Martin: It’s not a betrayal if you’re doing it to help.
Jon: I’m not so sure.
Martin: Look, if it was me in her shoes, I’m sure I’d forgive you. It-It’s for the best!
MAG177
Basira: And if I killed you now?
Jon: You couldn’t. And even if you could, it wouldn’t be enough to undo what’s happened to the world.
MAG178
Jon: No-one gets what they deserve. Not in this place. They just get whatever hurts them the most. Even me. [personal note: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm bark snarl bark bark bark bite bite snarl grrrrr!!!!! bite!!!]
MAG179
Jon: Hmmm. Apparently. I mean, I know it sounds strange, but it… it felt right for Daisy to be able to hurt me.
Martin: Dream logic again?
Jon: Mmm. The… resonances from our relationship before the change carried over and –
MAG181
Annabelle: Don’t worry, Martin. We’ll meet again. Hopefully when you’re feeling a little bit more… open-minded. [personal note: SNARL GROWL BITE BITE GROWL SNARL wife GRRRR BITE!!!!!!!!!]
MAG183
Jon: Well, you’re a watcher, Martin. You worked for the Institute, you read statements. The Eye is… fond of you.
MAG184
Jon: What was I supposed to do? I owed you. Didn’t want to just watch you suffer.
Martin: It’s what you’ve been doing for everyone else. It’s what you’re expecting him to do.
MAG185
Jon: Either way, even if I wasn’t here, I don’t think you’d be in any danger. Not anymore. I wasn’t sure when we first started out, I hadn’t properly, er… looked into it, as it were. But now I’m certain.
...
Martin: Even though I didn’t ask for it? Did nothing to deserve it?
Jon: ‘Deserve’. Huh. Now there’s a word that always causes trouble.
Martin: Don’t be patronising.
Jon: I just mean that nobody here deserves the position they’ve found themselves in, not really. I suppose a few may have asked for it, sought it out even, but far more didn’t. They just made the wrong choices for the right reasons. Or even the right choices. But ones that still led them here in the end.
...
Martin: I guess we should get used to it. Knowing that all these awful things are happening for our benefit.
MAG186 (this is a big one that ties a lot of my scattered thoughts together)
Martin: So, this price. What do you think? Are we going to have to kill John?
Also Martin: I don’t know because you don’t know. But it seems like something we should at least consider.
Martin: I… have thought about it. And… I won’t. I don’t think I could. But anything else? Any other price? I’ll pay it.
Also Martin: Even dying?
Martin: Yeah!
Also Martin: Jon’s as bad as we are. He wouldn’t let it happen.
Martin: It’s not his decision.
Also Martin: Fine. So flip that round, then. What are you going to do when he tries to sacrifice himself, because you know he’s going to try?
Martin: I don’t know, all right? I don’t know.
Also Martin: And that’s okay for now, but I just want us to have thought about this stuff properly before it comes up. Because even if that’s not it, chances are it’ll be something else you don’t want to do, and we need to make a proper choice. We can’t just react out of shame or fear or whatever.
Martin: What, like with Peter and Elias?
Also Martin: Yes.
Martin: That was a proper choice?! I chose wrong!
Also Martin: But you made a decision. Your own decision. Regardless of the outcome.
...
Martin: But I can’t keep existing like this at their expense. It’s not… it’s not right. Whatever happens with Elias, W-with the rest of the world… I can’t live on the misery of others.
Also Martin: They’ll suffer either way.
Martin: I get it, okay? I can’t decide what happens to them. But… I just might be able to decide what happens to me. And… And if it comes down to it… I’ll get John to destroy me like the others.
Also Martin: You don’t really believe he’d do it?
Martin: I don’t know. Maybe?
Also Martin: This took a dark turn.
Martin: Yeah. But… this time, it doesn’t feel like despair. It feels like resolve.
MAG188
Jon (statement): She looked at the eye, and the eye looked back. Carmen’s arm shot out, thrusting the tip of the blade right into the pupil. But it did not cut anything, for there was nothing but empty blackness. Carmen’s knife, then her hand, then her forearm passed into the void of that pupil, her skin bristling with the cold. And then the iris closed around her arm, the thin flesh of the tightening muscle clenching with astonishing strength as it held her in place. Then, inch by inch by inch, it began to pull her in. But her flatmate simply shushed her. Her terror was pointed and crimson, and tomorrow she will wake up hating London and worrying about how many characters there are.
MAG189
Jon: No, Martin, listen, what I’m saying is that whichever way you cut it, ultimately it just comes down to who The Eye chooses. [personal note: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM]
...
Jon (statement): They can all hear him now. Any words he speaks will ring out through the chamber. He wants to talk of the people outside, the bruised and abandoned ones that suffer and die to slake their appetites. He wants to cry for restitution, for justice, for a future, for anything. But all eyes are on him and he falters. He remembers the cold, the hunger, the ache of concrete beneath him. He is afraid. And his chair is so very comfortable. The minister coughs, once, uncomfortably, and sits down. [personal note: wow if only there was a character that had a thing about comfortable chairs this season? anyway,]
Act III trailer
please go read the rime of the ancient mariner or the wikipedia synopsis or something. for real. like for real for real oh my god i can’t believe i didn’t think of this of course jonny chose that shit on PURPOSE
MAG191 (of course)
Martin: And you have to promise me you’re going to do everything in your power to live. That you’re not going to sacrifice yourself at the first opportunity, just because you feel guilty about what happened. [personal note: see MAG186. Jon isn’t the only one that feels guilty that this happened, and I can’t stop thinking about how this promise did not go both ways.]
MAG193
Jonah: Enough. Tell me, why are you here?
Jon (statement): I… I don’t know.
Jonah: Were you drawn here?
Jon (statement): Yes. I was.
Jonah: Against your will?
Jon (statement):No.
Jonah: Then why did you heed the call?
Jon (statement): Because… this is the place I know I should be.
Jonah: Good. The job is yours.
[personal note: OBVIOUS parallels with jon and being promoted to archivist then being promoted to Archivist, but my “martin is not going to be okay” brain is very guilty of reaching for connections and i do see this parallel with the conversation between jon and martin in MAG039 about why martin hadn’t quit. inch resting.]
anyway i said i don’t have the mental energy to come up with some long speculation and i DEFINITELY don’t now after pulling all this out of the transcripts. i could be wrong i could be right i could be somewhere in the middle, but i think it’s very possible that jon tries to accept the eye’s “offer” to take jonah’s place, martin doesn’t let him, martin does it instead then something i don’t even want to think about happens because he does NOT want to feed off of people’s suffering as has been repeated over and over. i’m probably way off but i’ve just been thinking about it and needed to get it down somewhere. maybe i’ll reblog this on thursday after the release of 194 with an update, who knows! whether i’m right or wrong both martin and jon will be fine tho <3
#THAT 178 ONE REALLY GETS ME AHAHAHA MMMMMMMMMMMM#FORGOT ABOUT THAT UNTIL SCANNING THROUGH THE TRANSCRIPTS JUST NOW HEHEHE HOOHOO#tma speculation#the magnus archives#LONG post#sorryyyy
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My Name Jeff
Hey everyone! I know you were all expecting chapter 8 and it’s coming today but first I wanted to share this idea I had. If you like it I will probably make it into a series or at least write another part. Hope you enjoy it and I can’t wait to hear what you all think about it!
The night was alive as the place bustled with drunk college students swarmed around them. The lens focused on them as craziness ensued. Chants of “Chug!” and “Shots!” resounded over the loud music. The smell of smoke and booze filled the air and stuck to their clothes.
“If you make this beer pong shot everyone here wins a thousand dollars” He yelled, commanding the chaotic scene.
Their drum-shattering cheers exploded around him. The shot was made and landed followed by shrieks and tears of joy as excitement spread across the room.
The red Vans climbed down the chair where he was standing. They were the only pop of colour amongst the sea of black that was his wardrobe. He smiled and was hugged by uncountable bodies.
As the first wave of excitement washed away and the madness died down he walked towards the door. Fresh air was in order. The sky was clear, the moon stood full and bright amongst umpteen twinkling lights.
“That’s crazy” He smiled looking at the door. And to be fair, it was. It was crazy that that was his job. Going to parties, hanging with his friends, doing insane stunts and giving away money were all part of his job description and he loved every last second of it.
“Yes, it is. Apparently there is some big Youtuber in there, David something. It’s like a cult, honestly. I saw the cars they came in and it blows my mind how those people can make so much money by just partying. It’s sickening.” A femenine voice said.
He looked for the source of the voice and found it sitting by the door in a pair of light wash mom jeans and a white long sleeved t-shirt. Her hair was up in a messy bun tied with a pencil and a pair of glasses framed her eyes. Her back laid against the brick building and her legs were extended in front of her, a book opened on her lap.
“I reckon you are not a fan.” David spoke amused at her hatred. It was obvious she didn’t recognize him, not that her eyes had even left the page she was reading.
“No, I’m not. I guess I’m just bitter that some of us actually have to work to make a living.” She didn’t raise her eyes for a split second.
David had encountered many people like her in his years of doing Youtube, most of them hid behind a screen name of course. Maybe that was why he wasn’t ready to end that conversation. He enjoyed people watching and that was the perfect opportunity.
“What are you reading?”
“Hmm… It’s just about… how the First World War changed the entire paradigma of the art scene inspiring visual artists to design new perspectives that provided a take on reality through a dream-like vision.”
“It seems like a light read. Perfect for a party.” He chuckled, taking a seat next to her.
For the first time she looked up at him. She had piercing dark eyes, David felt like her gaze could stare right into the deepest corner of his soul. She smiled and said “Art History”
“That’s a weird name.” He joked, earning a little chuckle.
“Right, Y/n. Sorry. And you are? Wait let me guess…” She examined him for a moment. “Hmmm… camera in hand, people watcher, you found the fact that I’m reading at a party interesting instead of disturbing… Sociology?”
“Nice.” He smiled.
“And your name is?”
“My name?” He panicked.
“Yeah, it’s an arbitrary combination of letters that your parents decided would be the way people would call you for the rest of your days. You do have one,right?” She giggled.
Just then his screen lit up with a text from “Jeff… My name Jeff. Sorry… is… my name is Jeff.”
Well done Dave.
She giggled again.
“It’s nice to meet you Jeff.”
“It’s nice to meet you too.” He said, shaking her hand. “So, Y/n, art history, what brings you, a girl who is reading about the impact of the First World War on the paradigmas of art, to a party tonight? And don’t tell me you came to see the Youtubers because I wouldn’t believe you”
She chuckled looking down and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I swear I’m not always such a loser. My friend wanted to come because she heard this David guy would be here. I was brought here because, and I quote, I “don’t know how to have fun” and “need to chill before I wake up one day bald from yanking my own hair out during the night because of all the stress I put myself under” ‘cause apparently that’s a thing.”
“Oh wow…” His eyes opened wide and he laughed.
“How about you? Why are you here? I mean, if you are here to see the Youtubers you are pretty much blowing your shot by staying here talking to me.”
If only you knew.
“No, I just came here with some friends.”
“You seem pretty sober… and who brings a big camera to a party anymore? Isn’t that what phones are for?” she seemed suspicious.
“Ummm…” he started panicking again.
“Are you a photographer?”
“Yeah” his voice broke. “I mean yes, I’m a photographer”.
“Oh, that is so cool. What do you shoot?”
“I mostly like taking pictures of my friends” Was he lying?
Just as he finished his sentence the door opened and out came a bunch of college students. He quickly lowered his head hiding behind his black cap. Once they were gone he noticed she was staring at him with confused eyes.
“I…” Saved by the bell, his phone started ringing. “ I need to take this, hold on”. He stood up and walked away so she wouldn’t be able to listen.
“Where are you, man?” Ilya said from the other side of the line.
“I’m outside.”
“I’m coming to find you. The party died down, we are all going to Saddle Ranch.”
“No! Wait don’t come here!” He panicked in a low voice, turning for a split second to see if Y/n was looking in his direction.
“What the fuck was that?”
“I’m talking to a girl. She doesn’t know who I am and she hates Youtubers so I told her my name was Jeff. If you all come out she might recognize someone or people from the party could follow and fuck this up.”
“Dude, what the fuck. You can’t lie to some girl about who you are. Just tell her.”
“She’s not going to want to talk to me if I tell her now”
“Why would you even want to talk to her if she hates you?”
“She is... interesting”
“Bro let’s go. You only like her because you know she doesn’t like you, you just want the challenge.”
“So what?”
“So ditch the girl and come with us, bro”
“No, dude. I’m staying”
“I’m coming to find you.” Ilya said before cutting the line.
Fuck.
He made his way back to where Y/n was sitting, her whole focus had turned back to her book.
“Hey, sorry about that. My friend wanted to let me know he’s leaving” He said sitting back down.
“That’s fine,” She said looking up.
The door opened again and Ilya came out. He looked at the pair sitting and a wide grin extended over his face.
“Hey Jeff, and hello…?” He smiled.
“She is Art History” David said, earning a chuckle from the girl.
“I’m Y/n” She said looking up at his friend.
“Ilya.” The boy said before going “Jeff, can I talk to you for a sec?”
“Sorry” David said getting up and walking with Ilya so she wouldn’t listen.
“Okay, I get it, she is hot. But if she hates Youtubers enough to tell you during your fifteen minute convo at a party then you have no chance, dude. I mean what are you going to do? Make her fall in love with you so she can see how prejudiced she was?”
“...yeah” David said after thinking about it for a second.
“Dude, quit fucking around. There is no way in hell that a girl who hates youtubers, studies art history and goes to a party with a fucking book would ever fall for you…”
“Why not? I bet you I can make her fall in love with me…” David said getting offended by Ilya’s statement.
“I bet you can’t.” Ilya said.
“Okay, how much?” David was getting railed up.
“Bro, this is stupid.”
“How much Il?”
“10 grand” Ilya laughed.
“Fine, make it twenty.” David said, feeling insulted by how little his friend believed in him.
“Dave, why? You could have any girl you want, why get fixated on the one who wants nothing to do with you? That’s just dumb.” Ilya tried to dissuade him.
“Are you going to take the bet or no?” David pushed.
“Fine. If you can make her fall for you in two weeks I’ll give you twenty grand.”
“Bro, what the fuck? You need to give me at least two months, people don’t just fall in love over night.”
“No way bro. Three weeks.”
“A month.”
“Fine” Ilya shook David’s hand. And David turned to where Y/n was sitting, nose buried in her book.
How the hell am I going to get that girl to fall for me in a month?
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You’re the one who got stabbed
Stole this idea from the lovely @witched-the-watcher (x). Hope you like it!
ao3 link
‘So I heard you were in need of a saviour, a witcher in particular. Good news my dear friend here I am.’
‘You look like a bard to me.’
He let out a gasp. ‘Well I am technically speaking a witcher, I mean look at the cat eyes! They somehow didn’t turn as yellow as most witcher’s eyes but still. I survived it all and I'm here to help you. Me and my friend.’
‘Your friend at least looks like a witcher.’
‘That’s not my fault. You know what I’ll let him tell you the truth. Geralt! He won't believe me! Again!’
The larger witcher got up and walked to the talking pair. ‘Technically speaking he is a witcher, not a good one, but a witcher nonetheless.’
‘Thank you Geralt- Wait what? Not a good one? I'm still alive it looks to me like I'm doing great!’
‘Sorry for my friend. He can tell you all about his training days to make you believe him later.’ If looks could kill Geralt would be dead right now, not that this particular witcher could ever kill him. Even Geralt has no idea how he survived any of the trials, or how he survived anything in general. He asked about the contract and went on his way, a few insectos had a nest in the area. Jaskier kept following him, in his leather armour for once and ranting about how he isn’t actually such a bad witcher. That idiot used to knock himself out when fighting a fucking training dummy. Vesemir told him about his training and he still can't believe anything from it.
***
‘Look I have some very important business to attend to dear Vesemir. So I sadly have to skip this training session.’ The sixteen year old witcher said. He could see how tired Vesemir was getting but he continued anyway. He really hated training, he wasn’t good at it and he’d preferably do whatever the fuck he wants. He didn’t choose to be a witcher, it was his parents stupid decision to let a witcher invoke the law of surprise. And now he survived the trial of the grasses, and they still won’t let him go. He got so angry he named himself after a flower just to fuck with Vesemir. It was a poisonous flower and you definitely shouldn't rub it over your skin, but it was a flower nonetheless.
Vesemir let out a sigh ‘And, Jaskier, what is this business?’
‘Well.. I need to study, I was doing that before you called us for the training and I was having a blast honestly. It would be a real shame if I lost my concentration.’
‘Name one fact you learned, a real one and you may go.’ Fuck fuck fuck I’ll just make one up he won’t notice a thing.
‘Uhm.. let me think I learned so much I don’t know where to start.’ He just kept looking at him disapprovingly. ‘Ah I got it! There once was a forktail near here who instead of attacking people fell asleep in the courtyard!’ Gods he was so good at lying ‘And that was a fact so I’ll be going-’ The older man grabbed his shirt and yanked him towards the training ground. ‘By the gods Vesemir that’s just rude!’
‘I have an idea. Fight me and if you don’t lose you can skip tomorrow's training.’
‘And what if I lose?’
‘You have to go out and hunt a monster. That enough motivation for you?’ Oh he was going to win this fight so bad.
‘Fine, just know that I will win and have such a good day tomorrow.’ He could barely say anything more due to the fact that Vesemir swung his sword at him. He barely avoided it and grabbed his own sword from his back. He tried to find his gripping and swung his sword at Vesemir. Who avoided it way too easily before walking closer. This is my chance he thought, but before he knew it something yanked his ankles away from the floor and he fell. All that he could remember after that was the pain in his head and how the world became black.
*
He woke up still lying on the cold floor. He could still hear the clattering of swords as he waited for the headache to pass so he could open his eyes until he heard Vesemir speak up.
‘Open your eyes I know you’re awake.’
‘But my head, it hurts. Honestly I don’t think opening them will make thing much better. I’ll just lie here until training’s over.’ He said still keeping his eyes closed.
‘You’re already a hazard to yourself and everyone else when you don’t have a concussion, you can go to your room and prepare for the hunt.’
His eyes snapped open and he immediately regretted it. ‘Wait you were serious about that? I really need to fight a monster?’
‘Dead serious. I expect to see something before tomorrow.’
‘But I’ll die.’
‘If you’ve paid attention to anything you wouldn’t.’
‘Fine! But I choose the monster and I don’t have to train anymore today.’
‘As long as you bring a monster it’s fine. Now go before you hurt someone other than yourself.’
He got up and tried to find his balance before going to his room. He didn’t know a lot of the potions but he knew swallow, the healing potion. He didn’t get them from others anymore so he made some himself and put them in his room. Even some of the best witchers get hurt sometimes he always told himself. He sat down on his bed next to his home made lute. He didn’t have any coin and no one wanted to get him one, so he made his own. It sounded horrible but with the help of a book he stole he was able to practice and write songs. This whole witcher thing wasn’t going to stop him from doing what he wants. He drank the dose of swallow and started collecting his stuff. Two swords, one steel and one silver, only take the silver one when you need to it’s a soft metal so it will break sooner bla bla bla. This might be one of the few facts he remembered and it was for a reason. Every day they said it until he remembered it. Rope seems to be a handy thing to take and a few doses of swallow. He put it next to his armour and checked if he had everything. I mean he’s never actually hunted something so he wouldn’t know, but it seemed like it could be everything. He put on his armour, which he dyed all kinds of beautiful shades of blue, despite Vesemir's protests.
‘Witchers wear black, that’s a trademark colour please don’t dye it blue.’ It only motivated him more to do it. So he lied to Vesemir by telling him that blue is almost black and he dyed it blue. He might have found out how magic works in the progress, he found an old book talking about other uses than the one-handed spells witchers used and he gave his armour the prettiest colours using magic. After that he turned to his normal clothes and turned them into gorgeous doublets so he wouldn't have to walk around in old rags anymore. He was on cleanup duty for a month and he didn’t regret a thing.
He headed out when his head stopped hurting, which might have been fifteen minutes or so. Moments like this made him thankful for witcher’s enhanced healing abilities. He didn’t have his own horse so he grabbed a white shared horse called weed. She was a bit of an ugly horse but she was lovely. He went out looking for a simple creature to take back home. He first went to the watchtower to see if anything simple was nearby. He got off weed when the road started becoming narrow and continued on foot. He climbed to watch tower and checked the surroundings. He didn’t expect to see much and definitely not a six armed demon horse with god knows how many eyes.
‘Oh I am definitely going to take you back home.’ He said to himself. He went back to weed and rode to where he saw the creature. He had no idea how but he found it, but he saw it. It was standing in a clearing in the woods and there were no others creatures near.
‘What now, it’s basically another horse right? Just tame it and take it back? Sounds like a plan right weed?’ He got off and slowly started walking towards the creature. Vesemir didn’t say anything about it needing to be alive or dead and he really wanted his own horse.
‘Now, how to tame a demon horse. Any ideas Weed? No of course not you’re a horse and I can't send you to him he if you die Vesemir will kill me for real. So maybe I’ll just name it, what to name a demon horse with six arms…’
Greg
‘I'm a genius, let’s do this. Greg?’ He called to the whatever it was. It didn’t seem startled but all of it’s thirteen eyes were locked on him. ‘Hi, I..uhm.. am in need of a horse and you would truly be my saviour.’ Fuck fuck fuck what now. ‘I have a rope, and I can use it to guide you back home, and we can be friends, obviously only if you want to and you would really help me out. So,’ He grabbed the rope and made a lasso out of it, a big one. This thing might look like a horse but it had an enormous head. ‘I'm just gonna put this around your neck and you, my new friend are coming home with me.’ He said while slowly getting closer, it seemed to be saying things in elven but Jaskier couldn’t care less. He needed to bring back a creature and this would be perfect, and bonus, he seems like a perfect horse and friend. He stood before it and slowly put the rope around his neck, while Greg looked at him with all his thirteen eyes. He patted him a little bit before going back to weed. He took the end of the rope and thankfully Greg followed him. He walked back towards weed, who seemed shocked and started panicking.
‘Weed it's fine! This is Greg, a friend, and he is, partially, a horse! He’ll be your friend! Now come on we gotta walk all the way back so I can bond with Greg. Look, Weed I love you but I need my own horse anyway so will you pretty please follow me back to Kaer Morhen?’ The horse did not seem to care. ‘Righty, I guess I can sit on your back but we’re going to walk slow if Greg runs I might actually have to fight something.’ He got on weed, still holding the rope attached to Greg. He kept looking at him and talking to him the whole ride, the seemed to become less tense when they got to Kaer Morhen. Or he thought, he was still talking about a thirteen eyes demon horse. The gate was closed so he got of Weed and knocked on it. Vesemir came to open the door and when he did he just stared in disbelief. Not the kind that says “wow Jaskier you did it!”, it was more of a “Jaskier what the fuck did you take back here!?”. But he didn’t say anything, he just stared with a tired look on his face.
‘Vesemir!’ Jaskier said after a while of silence. ‘You told me to bring back a monster so here I am! This is Greg and he’s going to be my horse and friend.’
‘You are so lucky I have to take care of you and not any other witcher who would have really killed you now.’
‘What do you mean? I did what you asked, I brought back a monster. You never said that said monter wasn’t allowed to be my own horse.’
‘No, strike it down and get this over with, Jaskier.’ He let out a gasp and coverved what were probably Greg’s ears.
‘No! He’s my horse I'll strike your horse down if you lay one finger on him!’ Vesemir just sighed
‘If he destroys anything he leaves directly, now make sure the others don’t see him.’
Jaskier was practically jumping with joy right now. He led Greg to the stables and put him in an empty one. He started brushing and washing him afterwards. He put a saddle on him and tried to find reins that fit on this creature's head, but gave up after a while. He knew horses needed to get used to wearing gear, so he took the saddle off and before going to bed, he’d find a solution for the reins tomorrow. It wasn’t only something he wanted to do, but also a great excuse to skip tomorrow's training.
***
‘Goddamnit Jaskier! I told you to stay away this time!’
‘Geralt I too am a witcher I- ah!- watch out you brute!’
‘We’ve been traveling for centuries you should know by now that you almost always get hurt!’
‘You should know how to drag a stabbed man correctly by now without - ah!- hurting him with every step!’
The hunt went wrong, again. Even Geralt couldn’t believe that this man had been a witcher for a couple centuries and he still got hurt on almost every contract they- he went on. Jaskier almost never helped, except for when he distracted the monster and gave Geralt a chance to strike it down. This time that was supposed to happen, only this time Geralt wasn’t fast enough to strike it down, and it stabbed Jaskier. And it stabbed him good, right in the left kidney to be precise. Luckily for him he already got stabbed before in the same kidney, a healer said his kidney would regrow within a couple years but it would function worse. At least he still only had one bad kidney and one good one. They walked straight passed the inn where they’d get their reward and went to the healer’s house. Thank god this town had a magical healer. Jaskier was fine all of the time, but he has been way to close for way to many times, and Geralt still hated it every time it happened. As far as they knew he was still mortal, it was almost impossible for him to die of old age, but he still was able to bleed out. And oh god did he lose a lot of blood. He left behind a trail on the ground, and sadly also on Geralt, but anyone could follow them from the monster to the healers hut with ease. He didn’t even care to knock when they got there, he just pushed the door open with his shoulder and walked in, still dragging Jaskier who was now bleeding all over the healer’s floor. The healer was a young blonde woman with dark eyes. She was wearing a turquoise blouse and a skirt which consisted of all kinds of rags. She looked at the pair and quickly told them to sit Jaskier down on the bed while she grabbed her stuff. When Jaskier was sitting he stripped him from his clothes, knowing from experience that he needed to take them off anyway. He quickly discarded them on the floor and took a look at the wound. It did not look pretty, it was bleeding a lot and you could just see his kidney, or what was left of it at least. The healer quickly came back, she took of the rags that formed her skirt and she as wearing a pair of leather pants and an apron with old stains on it. She had a bag or supplies and put it on the ground next to Jaskier and started doing her job.
‘What happened?’ She asked while she started cleaning the wound, or at least she tried to, Jaskier was demonstrating quite a lot.
‘I.. uhm ah! be careful!’
‘We were fighting some insectoids and one stabbed him.’
‘He got hurt here before?’
‘Yes, how-’
‘The scar tissue around it. He’s really unlucky.’
‘You’re wrong I am the luckiest witcher’s on the- ow do you mind?’
‘Agreed, he’s a horrible witcher, it’s a wonder he’s still alive.’
‘Geralt I swear if you call- oh goddamnit! That hurt.’
‘I’m going to stich it up now, I don't have anything for you to bite on sadly.’
‘Geralt I'm going to squeeze you hand whether you like it or not.’ Before he could say anything Jaskier grabbed his hand and was ready to squeeze it. She held a needle and threat close to the wound and Jaskier looked at her hand, clearly not looking forward to it. The moment the needle entered his skin he looked away and squeezed his hand. He had an surprising amount of strength for a man who just lost a lot of blood.
‘Ah! that, fuck that will always hurt, goddamnit.’
‘Then don’t get stabbed as much as you do.’ He was basically curled up on him right now. For someone who gets stabbed as often as he does he’s very bad at dealing with getting stitched up. It took a while before she said something again.
‘Sit still or it will only hurt more, trust me.’ Jaskier didn’t respond anymore, his eyes we’re still opened, but he seemed to barely stay awake. Looks like the adrenaline started to disappear from his body. He put him a bit straighter despite his grunts of protest so the healer can do her job right. When she finished stitching him up he had fully lost consciousness and Geralt put him on the bed.
‘I’d like to use some spells before I’m done.’
‘Knock yourself out.’
She said something in elvish and let her now glowing hands hover over the wound. After a while she spoke up again.
‘How long have you been traveling together?’
‘Too long, centuries I think? They all said I wouldn’t last a week.’
‘Who is they?’
‘The other witchers.’
‘Tell me more, might give you a discount if you do.’
***
Even Jaskier had to admit it, he did not expect to make it through the trials, he honestly didn’t even expect to live long enough to see the trials. At least this would mean he’d get to hit the road, but not alone, of course Vesemir wouldn’t let him go alone. He might look like he hasn’t slept in years because of him, but he still didn’t want him to die. He was, and always will be angry with him for invoking the law of surprise on his parents, but he did raise him. And he was better than most other older witcher at Kaer Morhen. He didn’t yell at him every time he did something wrong, and oh god did he do a lot wrong, he was like a father figure for him, despite everything. He still cut himself when grabbing a sword without gloves so he might haven’t really done a good job, but Jaskier did not make it easy for him. All he had to do now was wait for another witcher to show up, preferably the white wolf. He’s heard so much about him and if he was going to be the only witcher to not be allowed to hit the road alone, he was at least going to be traveling with someone famous. He told Vesemir about his preferences and he just said if he shows up within a month you can go with him. What he didn’t tell him was that he wasn’t going to take no as an answer. And he right now really started to think he didn’t have to fight him anymore, a large white haired man just walked in, and Vesemir almost ran towards him.
‘Geralt!’
‘Vesemir. You told me to come.’
‘Yes I did, I have an apprentice for you.’
‘A what-’
‘Jaskier! Here, now!’ He got up and walked towards them. ‘You’re going to be traveling with him, now’ He put a hand on his shoulder.’Good luck, and I am finally going to take a peaceful nap.’ And he walked off, not looking back. Jaskier knew he cared about him, but it still hurt, seeing him walk off without looking back.
‘You’re not traveling with me.’
‘Yes I am, fellow witcher, I-’
‘I don't believe your a witcher.’
‘That’s just rude, I am a perfectly capable witcher. I even have a demon horse and it’s way better than any regular horse, but that’s not the point. Vesemir didn’t even introduce me properly. I’m Jaskier.’ He gave him his hand and he shook it.
‘Geralt of Rivia, not making you my apprentice.’
‘No you’re not, I already am and I’m impossible to get rid of. I have way to many questions for you.’
‘Spill it out.’
‘Since you insist upon it, first question. How did you dye your hair white? No one wanted to tell me how you did it and I was thinking how I could dye my own hair cornflower blue to go with my armour. Did you know I dyed it using magic? I-’
‘Loss of pigmentation from all the experiments. Next question.’
‘What’s your opinion on poetry? I wrote a few ballads but I only have a makeshift lute so we just gotta get to the nearest town and get me a good one so I can play in taverns and make coin and we’re all set for adventure.’
‘Why would I take you with me?’ Fuck he wasn’t going to make this easy for him. Guilt trip him maybe?
‘What about Vesemir? He raised you too didn’t he? Just try it for him and if after a week you still hate me I'll leave.’ He wasn’t going to leave after a week no matter what. ‘It will be great fun and I'll pay you back the lute, promised.’
‘No’
‘Not taking no for an awser, we’re leaving today.’
‘Fine, but only if you don’t bring us in danger.’ He had no idea what changed his mind, but he was happy with this development. He needed to grab his stuff before leaving, he was lookin forward to this, but it did come kind of unexpected.
‘I'll get my stuff and I'll introduce you to Greg when I come back! He’s amazing and honestly quite scary sometimes but you’ll love him I assure you.’
‘Hm’ Was all that he heard before he left to his room to grab his stuff. He folded his clothes and put them in a bag, his armour was made of leather and so he managed to fold it up a bit too. He still hated wearing it, it was heavy and sweaty and he only wore it when he needed to. He got his personal belongings and left what he could. His homemade lute, he was getting a new one anyway. And his books about music and spells, he already knows every sentence in all of the books. And all of the junk he put in his room, he was just planning on leaving it. Vesemir told him they weren’t taking in new witchers anymore, so he figured he could just come back anytime.
He took his bags to Greg and saddled him up. He was so much tamer than the first time he met him. He still tranced out sometimes and spoke gibberish in elven, but he was able to ride him. He was ready for his adventure, he still didn’t look forward to being a witcher, but that’s what Geralt’s for. He can be a witcher while he can sing in taverns, making coin his own way. He probably had to help sometimes, but he’d be fine. He had been training for his whole life, how bad could it possibly get?
He grabbed the reins and walked towards the courtyard.
‘Geralt!’
‘Greg?’
‘Yeah, found him two years ago or so. I had to come back with a monster because I failed training and I found him. He isn’t a monster, he’s honestly a really good horse but he passed as one, a monster I mean. And since then I had my own horse, he’s a bit.. creepy sometimes but he’s amazing.’
‘He’ll scare the villagers.’
‘He won't! Everyone will love him trust me. Now let’s go I need you to hear my ballads on an actual lute!’
‘I’m not buying you one.’
‘I'll pay it back, trust me. Now let’s go you still haven’t told me about your opinion on poetry.’
‘You’re not going to make me regret making you stay are you?’
‘Geralt I would never. I survived the trials so I am a good witcher. Now get on your boring regular horse and let’s go!’
He got on his horse and left first, Jaskier following and talking about anything and everything. And Geralt’s responses started getting longer and longer, and before any of them knew it, they were a couple centuries in.
***
‘And you just let him stick around?’ The healer asked
‘Didn’t have a choice. He stuck to me like glue.’
‘He paid back the lute?’
‘Within a month, started earning his own part after that.’
‘He’s your complete opposite’
‘Opposites attract.’
Silence filled the room for a while, she did her job while Geralt just watched. He didn’t have anything better to do anyway he told himself. It was a relief when Jaskier ultimately woke up.
‘Ugh.. I.. what happened?’
‘You were stabbed, again.’
‘So nothing new. Oh my head.’
‘You lost a lot of blood.’
‘And you’re very lucky to be alive, and the worst witcher I’ve ever seen so please be more careful next time.’ The healer said.
‘I was! I- ah’ He tried to move a little bit. ‘it still hurts.’
‘Yeah, you heal fast so it should only hurt a couple of days. Just stick to the lute playing for a while.’
‘How do you know about that?’
‘I told her, thought it’d be polite.’
‘It was, and I don’t say this quick, but you’re the worst witcher I’ve ever heard of.’
‘You guys are horrible do you know that?’
‘You’re the one who got stabbed.’
‘Touché’ He might be the worst witcher to have ever walked the continent, but he still was his friend, his brother maybe, he still didn’t know what to call him, but he was happy that he’s met him. But that idiot really should be sticking to his lute play
#witcher jaskier#the witcher#Jaskier#greg the demon horse#vesemir#witcher!jaskier#Geralt of Rivia#I did cut this but tumblr decided to completely ignore that fact#my writing
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It’s the final tma liveblog everyone… for mag200 last words… IT’S FINALLY HERE (and loaded lol. I’m really impressed they got their servers okay that quick!)… and 25 minutes… oh my god… how are they gonna do this
Let’s go. Below the cut.
Thank you Alex <3
Oh yay cast and crew!
I hope i enjoy it too
Love you
Oh intro song
Here we go here we go
How can they do this in 25 minutes???
Oh the way he says Last Words… hh
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
*tape recorder click*
Oh hey it’s jonah
OH��
CEASELESS WATCHER
Uhhh?
Release him!?
OHHH
OH??
Is he dead?
WHAT
!
What’s going on?
It is over
Where is Martin?
Wh
WhEREs martin???
Not even fear…
But. where’s Martin??
Ohhhh his voice
Oh my god
Burn it out
Lifeless?!
Wait? whAT?
OHHH HE DERAILED THE PLAN
HE DERAILED THE PLAN
Not for much longer
Can they fear their own ends
Oh he’s trying
HYESL
KILL HIM
GET HIM
FOR SASHA FOR TIM FOR GERTRUDE
No one escapes the end!!!
Yeahh!
What’s he killing him with??
Eugh
??
Wha?
Who’s that?
What? W hat’s happening?????
OHHHH NO
OHHH HE’S BECOMING THE PUPIL
NOooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH GOD
NO!! NO NONO!!
Oh?
Is… he ok?
Oh
“Thank you” aw
What’s…..
Once upon a time?
Oh!
Fear of the End!
Ooooo love the soundscaping!!!
Feel more?
Be more ooooh
Ah here comes the Dark!!!
The thing that was fear!
Inch by inch…
Ohh fun!
Love this origin story!
Fire!
And sky!
(Oh no what if Martin has to kill him now)
Oh communication
Crack??
Oh! Oh! It can’t see itself? Oh never whole
That’s… kinda sad????????????
New dreads
corruption, buried, vast
Yaaah
Oh the Web!
Slaughter!!
More and more!
Some didn’t recoil?
Oh. Court them…
Very fun!
Whispering…
Smooth and shifting. Interesting
Oh! The veil between torn!!!!!
Oh so the fears exist but they’re not… there yet until now!
Watched and watched
Ohh
Greed. Oooh.
Oh no! Not Capitalism!!
Til they were one or the same?? Hm..
They needed it…
Sing. Ooh.
Oooh soundscaping so good
The spider!!!! :)
Threads! Webs! OOoh.. Nerves… give her a brain
Oh is that a spinning wheel? Fun!!
The web doesn’t like to explain. Interesting
Escape… escape into other realities itself
The Eye, the most unwise.. It doesn’t understand the knowledge
A grander web! Neat!
Find its escape?
Apotheosis??
Climax
*pause* i’m thinking about the whole trolley problem “Jon gets in the trolley and floors it” that’s still so funny. Love that.
Hey while we’re here… like. What happened outside earth post apocalypse. If anyone was in space are they also sucked into the fearscape or?
Anyway it looks like he’s done with that statement. *unpause*
No it won’t?
It has only found its end
MARTIN
He’s already done it
What’s that
ELIAS
SFDKJLSDFKJDS
Ohhh nooooooooooo
Oh no..
Go tell the others
Oh no…
Oh no…
They’re down there
It’s still him..
It’s done.
Oh. But Martin can hurt him.
We can still be together…
Call off?
If they don’t?
What’s happening????
WH?
What’s happening????????
The pull??
What? What’s
You can’t see that :(
Can’t protect him?
He’ll die???
What?
W??????????
What’s
Oh god he’s crying
Where you go I go,
Oh no…
Oh god
What?
Maybe everything works out??
Together…
Oh..
Oh no.
I LOVE YOU
OH god
KISS
NO
OH GOD
Oh shit
It’s done.
Silent.
W?
Glass?
Huh.
Birds in the background
No bodies???
*looks out window*
Probably for the best
OH SIMON
OH my god!?
OH shit people remember!!! OH god people remember!
Did people suddenly die from what’s happening?
WHat happened to the world
Nightlights…
THE ADMIRAL
OH MY GOD THE ADMIRAL IS OK
Tinned tuna
So… the world just snapped back. But the things that happened.
Hey, Fakecrfan, like your fics! Nice job predicting
Turn it off :(
No…
Don’t go
I’m listening!
Hi!
BYE!!
I’m sorry too
Thank you
Wait good luck.
Good luck about what????
The MAGNUS ARCHIVES WAS A PODCAST
*is.
Oh boy
H
Gotta say, I like the openness of the ending
Oh this is easy to write around
OH look Jon and Martin are in their own little world
Oh look Jon and Martin were found and they’re alive
Very cool.
Well… That sure was fun!!
Good podcast! Good podcast! Satisfying ending! Loved how Jonah got fucking killed
I hope the script says “brutal knife murder”
Ohhh the way he begged . how he tried to be all manipulative at first . good shit.
And the Jon and Martin confrontation
How calm Jon sounded at points…
Wanna know what would happen in an au where he doesn’t tell the others to go.
Wow
Podcast.
Yeah. I can’t see any other way this could have ended. Not really.
Soundscaping was great. Sounds like the fears…
I guess I should stop.
I had fun guys. Love you <3
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Local Cryptid Tries His Best
As previously mentioned, I read a ridiculous number of time travel TMA fics and wrote this as a result. Inspired by lots of things, but especially The Guy Next Door, by pigeonanarchy, which is an amazing fic if you like time travel, Archivist Sasha, Jon being a cryptid and trying his best, jonmartin and the original archives team. Yes, all at once, go read it.
This one has s5 Jon going back to pre-canon 2014 and trying to help statement givers, especifically Erin from MAG 63, so spoilers for that, I guess? Also warning for Brazilian writing British people.
At first, Jon thought he could just… scare Erin and her brother-in-law away from the entrance into St. James’ Church underneath St. Paul’s. He was rather scary, after all. He found his way inside the church shortly before midnight (he was getting better at this breaking and entering thing), and waited for them near the spot where he thought he could sense the Dark, assuming that would be the entrance they would take.
When they arrived, Jon would just have to do the Archive thing and drive them away. Easy.
He hadn’t counted on Erin Gallagher-Nelson’s response to his voice saying “you should leave this place” being to brain him with her torch.
“Erin, what the fuck! Did you just kill a guy?” a male voice was almost screaming while Jon lied on the floor, groaning. Not his best moment.
“Well, he shouldn’t have crept up on me like that, if he didn’t want to get hit!” Mrs. Gallagher-Nelson almost screamed back, sounding… halfway between unrepentant and concerned, actually. “Hey? Hey, you alright?”
“Fine…” Jon slurred, pushing himself up and blinking. There were spots on his vision. Concussion? “Mrs. Gallagher-Nelson?” he asked, feeling someone’s hands help him sit up, but then let go again at Erin’s next words:
“I’m sorry? Do I know you?”
Jon chuckled weakly and pressed his palms to his eyes.
“No…” he answered. “But I know you, Erin…” he forced himself to look up at the short-haired woman now glaring at him. “You came here to take pictures, right?”
“Yes,” she bit back. “What about it? Do you work here? Did someone warn you about me?”
“No on both accounts,” Jon tried to stand up, but then sat back down when his vision started spinning. “But I know for a fact you’ll regret going down to St. James’ tonight, if you don’t turn back now.”
He tried to give his best Archive Look, but Erin and Luke, now standing beside her, didn’t look impressed.
“Is that supposed to be a threat?” Erin asked, sounding incredulous.
“Uh…”
“Because I don’t feel very threatened right now.”
“I mean…”
“No offense, pal, but you look like a strong wind could knock you down,” Luke added, and Jon glared a little at them both.
“This is not a joke,” he snapped. “If you go down there, I can assure you at least one of you won’t come back.”
“What? Are there murderous ghosts down there?” Erin mocked and Jon huffed at her.
“Not exactly ghosts, but definitely murderous,” he finally managed to stagger to his feet, feeling the Eye healing his concussion slowly. “Just go home, there are other places to take pictures of.”
They did not go home. Not even when Jon followed them down the entrance, almost slipping and falling from the ropes they had used in the process, which… didn’t seem to help when it came to convincing them to go home.
“If you fall and crack your head open, I refuse to be held responsible,” Erin warned while Luke placed the lightning rigs along the underground tunnel.
“Would that make you leave?” Jon asked, watching the walls a little nervously. No signs of shadows so far.
“Why would you ask…?” she sighed and shook her head, getting her equipment out. “Never mind, just stay away from the lights, we won’t take long here.”
“You really should leave, Erin,” Jon tried again. “This place isn’t safe.”
“Because of the murderous ghosts,” Erin mocked, preparing her camera as Luke finished setting up the lights.
“They aren’t ghosts.”
“Right, my bad,” she knelt down and adjusted the focus, camera pointed towards the tunnel. “Just stay put, we’ll finish this in a moment…”
This was not good. Jon watched the walls, remembering how the statement described the shadow of a person showing up in the pictures of the far wall. Were they already here? He tried to focus, to See, but the Dark was so antithetical to the Eye that it was hard to do so down here, if only he could find it…
“Luke!” Erin suddenly complained, and Jon realized she was looking at the pictures in the camera. “You’re standing in front of the lights!”
“No, I’m not!”
Jon saw her look back at her brother-in-law, look away from the far wall, and right there, standing in front of it, he saw it.
“Step back,” Jon said, and he was suddenly standing between Erin and the shadow on the wall. “Stay away from them.”
He could see the shadow better the longer he focused on it, and it looked like a person, but in a few moments it wouldn’t be.
“What are you doing?” Erin asked, sounding annoyed. “I said to stay away…”
“Hey, Erin…”
“I said to step back,” Jon blinked and there were two shadows, so he didn’t blink again. “I see you,” he warned.
The lights were flickering. Jon could feel the Dark creeping closer, trying to hide their creatures from his view, and it made him glare at it, furious that these things would try and challenge him.
“Hey, I don’t know what your deal is, but we have work to do here, just get out of the…”
The shadows were wavering. Turning less human-shaped. Turning into something monstrous. Jon glared and opened his eyes wider.
All of them.
“I See You,” he spoke in the static-filled voice of the Archive, and there were gasps of fear behind him, but the shadows were trembling, growling and snapping teeth towards him. “Leave them, or not even the Dark will protect you from me.”
They hissed and growled and the lights flickered and then. Went out.
The moment they did, Jon felt the sharp pain of something piercing his stomach. He cried out and then forced himself to bite down the sound. He wouldn’t give the Dark the satisfaction. There were frantic sounds of fear behind him and then a camera flash, bright and blinding, but still a source of light.
He glared at the shadows again, snarling and calling the Ceaseless Watcher's gaze upon them.
“I See You!" he said one last time, and it was finally enough.
The lights flickered back on with the shadows' retreat and Jon staggered in place with a gasp.
“Oh, my god, you’re bleeding!”
“What the fuck, what the fuck…!”
Jon covered the wound on his stomach with a hand and turned around, stumbling a little. He looked at Erin Gallagher-Nelson and Luke Nelson, feeling exhausted.
“We really should leave now,” he managed to tell them.
“Fuck!” Erin hurriedly put the camera back in her bag and Luke, for some reason, stepped forward and put Jon’s arm over his shoulders. What? “Come on, Luke, just bring him here, we can… we can use the ropes and… and...”
“What are you doing…?” Jon muttered as he was half-dragged, half-carried to the spot where the ropes still dangled from above.
“Just keep putting pressure on the wound or something,” Luke babbled at him as they walked, and Jon kept some eyes open to watch their back just in case, and he knew Luke could see them, he knew he was afraid, but he was still helping him. “Come on, come on, Erin, call an ambulance when you have signal!”
“Yeah, I know!”
“I can’t go to the hospital,” Jon mumbled. Wow, he felt light-headed. His hand was pressed on the wound and it felt sticky with blood. Gross.
“Well, I can’t have you bleed to death right in front of me, so shut up and deal with it!” Erin snapped, untangling the ropes and waving the two of them closer at the same time. “Bring him here, Luke, don’t you stop putting pressure on that, you creep!”
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” Jon muttered as they started tying him up with the rope, for some reason.
“Just keep pressing that, pal, you’re gonna be alright, yeah?”
“Help me out here, Luke!”
Jon may have passed out for a moment when they started using the ropes to pull him up from the tunnel. In his defense, being stabbed really hurt. He didn’t remember it hurting this much the last time it had happened. Or maybe it was that this wound in particular hurt a lot? Either way, he came back to his senses lying on the floor of St. Paul’s Church with Erin and Luke arguing as they knelt above him, and, oh, no, she was using her phone…
“Please, don’t call an ambulance,” Jon groaned, pushing himself up. The wound was healing, but… very slowly, he thought. Probably because he had used Beholding to deal with the shadows and didn't have enough in him to take care of it. He was still bleeding a lot, although Luke had apparently been putting pressure on it with a jacket.
“What are you doing?” Erin snapped at him, her voice shaking with something that could be anger or fear. Probably both. “Lie back down, do you want to bleed out?”
“Not particularly,” Jon muttered. “But I still can’t go to a hospital. So.”
“We won’t tell anyone about the… the eyes, if that’s the problem,” Luke whispered, his own eyes wide with terror. “You can hide them, can’t you? So just… just…”
Jon looked at him and he flinched. That made him sigh. He really was going to bleed out if he didn’t do anything. Actually. He tried to check on the wound, which made Erin snap at him again to stay put, and it was bleeding a lot, and fast.
“I don’t think I’ll last until the ambulance arrives,” Jon mused, still feeling a little dizzy.
“Well, you won’t if you don’t stop moving…!”
“I really didn’t want to do this, this time…” he mumbled, shoulders sagging. “But…” Jon raised his eyes to them, remorseful. “I’m really sorry, but, please, tell me what you saw in the tunnels.”
He heard the click of a recorder running someehere. Luke was the one who started talking, but Erin picked it up, and soon enough, Jon was lost in the familiar rhythm of a statement. Yes, he had heard this one before, but it was different enough now, and it was… it was still fresh. He breathed in when it was done and let out a quiet sigh that was undeniably satisfied. Then he looked at the two wide-eyed victims in front of him and whispered:
“Thank you,” he gently removed Luke’s hand from his stomach and then the jacket, checking the wound. It was halfway to healed now. “Yes, that’ll do.”
“What happened?” Erin asked quietly, still watching him. Jon sighed and pushed himself to his feet. “Wait, you were… you were just…”
“I’m really sorry,” Jon said again. “I wouldn’t have done this if I had any other choice,” he paused, trying to decide what was the appropriate response. “You should avoid tunnels for a while. Or caves, or… dark places, really. Stock up on torches, and batteries, and stay away from, well, from churches too, probably. Hm.”
“Will they come after us again?” Luke whispered and Jon winced.
“There’s a chance,” he admitted. “I never figured out how to counter it, but…” he frowned. “Actually, maybe you should just leave this church as soon as possible? I don’t think it’s safe here…”
“What?” Erin was starting to glare at him again.
“Well, they stole your camera last time…” Jon muttered and then took a step back at Erin’s look of indignation. “Just avoid churches in general, just in case? Don’t forget the torches… um…” he decided it was time to leave. “And… and I’m really sorry, again,” he said one last time, retreating a few more steps.
“Hey, wait a second…”
“Sorry! I’m really sorry, I have to go…”
He almost ran out of the church, ignoring the two of them calling out behind him.
That. That could have gone better.
Also, being stabbed really hurt.
#tma#tma fic#jonathan sims#my fic#local cryptid tries his best#this was really silly#still working on jon's voice i think
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