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bamby0304 · 1 year

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Her Saviours- Ch.37

Series Masterlist

Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Violence.

Bamby

Sam was being weird. While Dean ordered the coffees and food, you stood with the younger brother and couldn’t help notice that something was off. He was wriggling around like there was something in your pants.

“Thank you.” Dean nodded to the guy who handed him the coffees before he turned to lead your little group away. As you all walked to a table, he noticed Sam’s wriggling. “Dude what's your problem?”

“Nothing, I'm fine,” Sam insisted.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Letting it go, Dean got back to the job. “So, ahhh, all right keep going. What about these Tulpas?”

Putting his bag on the table, Sam took a seat as he started to explain, “Ok, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915. Group of monks visualised a golem in their head. They meditated on it so hard they brought the thing to life. Outta thin air.”

“So?” Dean asked.

Before you could take a seat for yourself, Dean pulled your chair closer to his. You frowned for a short moment before shrugging and plopping yourself into the chair. His arm rested behind it as the two of you sipped at your drinks while Sam spoke.

“That was 20 monks. Imagine what 10,000 web surfers could do. I mean Craig starts the story about Mordechai, then it spreads, goes online. Now there are countless people all believing in the bastard.” Sam pulled his computer out of his bag before starting it up.

“Now wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?”

You shrugged, answering Dean’s question, “How do monsters happen? Maybe people just believe hard enough and then we’ve got bad guys under beds and in closets.”

Dean didn’t look convinced though. “People believe in Santa Claus. How come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?”

“Cuz you're a bad person.” Sam gave him a pointed look before turning his computer to Dean. “And because of this… That's a Tibetan spirit sigil. On the wall of the house. Craig said they were painting symbols from a theology textbook. I bet they painted this, not even knowing what it was. Now that sigil has been used for centuries, concentrating meditative thoughts like a magnifying glass. So people are on the HellHounds website, staring at the symbol, thinking about Mordechai ... I mean I don't know, but it might be enough to bring a Tulpa to life.”

“It would explain why he keeps changing,” Dean agreed.

Wriggling again, Sam ignored whatever was annoying him as he went on, “Right, as the legend changes, people think different things, so Mordechai himself changes. Like a game of telephone. That would also explain why the rock salt didn't work.”

“Yeah because he's not a traditional spirit.” Dean nodded. “Ok. So why don't we just...uhh ... get this spirit sigil thingie off the wall and off the website?”

Sam sighed, “Well it's not that simple. You see, once Tulpas are created they take on a life of their own.”

“Great. So if he really is a thought form, how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?”

“Well it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us. Check out their homepage. Since they've posted the video their number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone.”

“Hmph.” Dean considered things for a moment before he reached over and closed Sam’s laptop. “I got an idea. Come on.” His hand fell into yours, leading you up and off your chair as Sam gathered his things.

“Where we going?”

“We gotta find a copy store,” Dean answered, handing you your coffee from the table.

Groaning, Sam tried gathering his things as quickly as possible but he couldn’t stop fidgeting. “Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or something.” It was then that Dean cracked a smirk and started laughing. Sam turned to him, unimpressed. “You did this? You're a friggin jerk!”

“Oh yeah,” Dean continued to chuckle as he led you away.

It seemed as if their games weren’t over just yet.

…

Dean stepped up to the trailer and paused a moment, looking back at you and Sam before he knocked on the door. There was a pause inside before someone called out.

“Who is it?”

“Come on out here guys, we hear you in there,” he called back to them. There was another pause before the door opened, revealing two guys. “Ah, would you look at that! Action figures in their original packaging. What a shock.”

You’d never met the ghost hunters Sam and Dean had told you about yet. You’d gathered they were nerdy and awkward… you also assumed they’d be Beta. You, of course, were right. But they were still males and once they spotted you, they paused whatever insults they’d been ready to throw at the brothers.

“Guys, we need to talk,” Sam started, ignoring the way they were staring at you.

The dark haired one slapped the other, murmuring something about the guys bringing a chick. The other swallowed around the thick nothing in his throat as he tried not to wobble on the spot.

Trying to save face, the one with glasses pretended to be brave as he shrugged. “Yeah, um, sorry guys. We're ahhh, a little bit busy right now,” he noted as he stepped out of the trailer.

“Ok well we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website,” Dean told them simply.

Glasses laughed. “Man, you know, these guys got us busted last night, spent the night in a holding cell…”

“I had to pee in that cell urinal. In front of people. And I get stage fright,” the other added.

“Why should we trust you guys?”

Sam sighed, “Look guys. We all know what we saw last night, what's in the house. But now thanks to your website there are thousands of people hearing about Mordechai.”

“That's right.” Dean nodded. “Which means people are gonna keep showing up at the Hell House, running into him in person, somebody could get hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Glasses rolled his eyes.

The other one, however, looked uncertain. “Ed, maybe he's got a point, maybe...”

“Nope…” Clearly Glasses- Ed- ran the show. “We have an obligation to our fans, to the truth.”

“Well I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now-”

Lifting your hand, you pressed it against Dean’s chest to stop him. “Just forget about it, okay? I know you could toss them around like ragdolls, and I could tell them what I found out about Mordechai, but nothing we do will make them help us.” You sighed, “Let’s just go.”

The nerds were suddenly very intrigued.

“Whoa.. whoa…” Ed stepped towards you.

Dean ignored him, looking down at you with a shrug. “Yeah, you're right.”

As the three of you started towards Baby again, the two Betas followed, both of them fumbling over each other’s sentences.

“What you say about...?”

“Hang on a second here.”

“Wait...wait.”

“What thing about Mordechai you guys?”

Reaching the car, Dean reached for your door as he turned to you. “Don’t say anything, sweetheart.”

You paused and sighed, glancing over your shoulder at the Betas with your best sweet eyes. “But if they agree to shut the website down…

“They're not going to do it, you said so yourself,” Dean noted.

Ed stepped forward then, trying his best to look determined and trustworthy. “No wait. Wait. Don't listen to him ok? We'll do it. We'll do it.”

Chewing your lip, you pretended to consider it as you looked at the two of them. “Promise you’ll shut it down?” you asked, doe eyes in full effect.

“Totally,” Ed promised.

Smiling brightly at him, you reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out the fake death certificate you and Sam had made together at the library earlier. “It's a death certificate,” you started. “From the '30s. We got it at the library.

“Now according to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound,” Sam added.

Dean nodded. “That's right he didn't hang or cut himself.”

The one that wasn’t Ed looked shocked. “He shot himself?”

“Yep.” Sam nodded. “With a .45 pistol. To this day they say he's terrified of them.”

“Matter of fact they say if you shoot him with a .45, loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds…” Dean paused for dramatic effect before adding, “it'll kill the son of a bitch.”

The three of you watched as the two Betas took the bait. Scurrying off with the fake birth certificate, they hurried back to their trailer, trying to remain cool but completely failing.

Just like that… the plan was in motion.

…

Sitting in a diner, munching on your shared fries with Dean, you watched as Sam reached up to turn off the mechanical fisherman hanging from the wall above your table.

“If you pull that string one more time I'm gonna kill you,” he warned his brother.

Moving fast, Dean pulled the string again, making the fisherman laugh. Sam snatched at the string, shutting it up.

Dean chuckled. “Come on man, you need more laughter in your life. You know you're way too tense.”

“Not too tense.” You grinned, plopping a fry in your mouth.

Dean looked from you to his brother and back, a smirk of his own forming. “You’re a little vixen.” Leaning in, he caught your lips in a kiss as the two of you grinned against each other, his teeth tugging on your lip before he pulled back. Sighing, he turned to Sam again. “They post it yet?”

Without words, Sam turned his computer around, showing you and Dean the new post about Mordechai and his ‘found’ death certificate. You were pretty pleased with the handiwork.

Dean shrugged. “We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms. All right. How long do we wait?”

“Long enough for the new story to spread, and the legend to change. I figure by nightfall iron rounds will work on the sucker,” Sam answered.

“Sweet.” Dean nodded, reaching for his beer. He took a swig and went to put it back down, but found his hand stuck to the bottle. His eyes grew wide, knowingly. “You didn't.”

Sam laughed, pulling out superglue from his pocket. “Oh, I did!”

“You two are impossible.” You rolled your eyes at them, but even you couldn’t help but admit that it was funny.

…

Sitting in Baby, a distance away from Mordechai’s house so you were safe, but close enough so you could see the house in the distance, you held your gun in your lap. The brothers felt better bringing you at night now that you could protect yourself with the gun. But they still didn’t want you in the house.

Watching the place, you waited with baited breath, hoping that they would simply walk out any second now with a job well done.

But the longer you waited… the worse you felt.

Gunshots went off, causing you to jump where you sat. You didn’t move, though. You’d been expecting the gunshots, it was the plan… what you weren’t expecting was the brothers to not leave the house right away.

Something was wrong.

Throwing the car door open, you didn’t bother closing it as you hurried for the house. Throwing the door open, you could hear noise from around the corner. It sounded like Sam struggling.

Moving as fast as your feet would let you, you ran around the corner and found Sam being held against the wall, with the hilt of an axe being dressed against his throat as an imposing man pressed it against his airway.

“Sam!” Lifting your gun, you aimed it at the man who you could only assume was Mordechai before you pulled the trigger.

Mordechai stumbled at the impact of the bullets, but nothing more happened. Letting Sam go, which had him drop to the floor, Mordechai then turned to you. His face pulled into a grin as your eyes went wide… you were in danger.

Stalking towards you with heavy feet, Mordechai lifted his axe and took aim. You flinched, ducking down quickly as he swung the axe. It landed in the rotting wood of the wall, getting stuck momentarily.

“Hey!”

Looking behind you, you spotted Dean with an aerosol can and his lighter at the ready. Scurrying out of the way, you hurried over to him as Mordechai pulled his axe free. He didn’t get the chance to use it, though, before Dean set the can alight, turning it into a flamethrower.

“Go go go!”

Sam hurried over to us, staying low, before he helped me to my feet. Dean was close behind as we all started for the front door.

“Mordechai can't leave the house, we can't kill him.” Dean shrugged. “We improvise.”

Lifting his lighter again, Dean then tossed it on the ground from the direction we’d come from. Flames engulfed the ground where he’d apparently poured something that was highly flammable.

Then the three of you were running, hurrying out of the now burning house. Neither of you stopped until you were on the other side of the bushes.

“That's your solution?” Sam looked at his brother like he was insane. “Burn the whole damn place to the ground?”

“Well nobody will go in anymore. I mean look, Mordechai can't haunt a house if there's no house to haunt. It's fast and dirty but it works,” Dean had a good point.

Sam didn’t look impressed. “Well what if the legend changes again and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?”

“Well…” Dean clearly hadn’t thought that over, but he hadn’t had the time to. “Well then we'll just have to come back.”

It was the best option there was.

…

Back at the trailer park, the three of you were waiting and watching as Ed and his friend- who you now knew was called Harry- started towards your little group. They were carrying supplies, clearly ready for a long road trip. There was a smug look about them, more smug than usual.

“Gentlemen, lady.” Ed nodded to the three of you.

“Hey guys.”

“Should we tell 'em?” Harry asked Ed.

Ed shrugged. “Hey, might as well, you know, they're going to read about it in the trades.”

With that being a good enough answer, Harry turned back to the rest of you. “So this morning we got a phone call from a very important Hollywood producer.”

“Oh yeah, wrong number?” Dean grinned.

Ed glared at him. “No, smart-ass. He read all about the Hell House on our website and wants to option the motion picture rights. Maybe even have us write it.”

“And create the RPG,” Harry added.

“The what?”

You leaned closer to Dean to answer his question, “Role playing game.”

Looking more pleased with himself, Ed continued towards their car. “Anyhoo, ahhh, excuse us, we're off to la-la land.”

As we followed them, Sam spoke up, “Well congratulations guys. That sounds really great.”

“Yeah.” Dean nodded. “That's awesome, best of luck to you.”

“Oh yeah, luck. That has nothing to do with it. It's about talent. Sheer unabashed talent.” Ed was so full of himself. “Later.”

The two of them piled into their car before driving off.

Watching them leave, Dean scoffed. “Wow.” Shaking his head, he started towards Baby. You followed, slipping your hand into his.

Sam wasn’t too far behind. “I have a confession to make.”

“Hmm?” You looked to your left as he fell into step with you and his brother.

Sam shrugged. “I, uh...I was the one that called them and told them I was a producer.” A sheepish grin found its way onto his lips.

Dean stopped in his tracks and laughed a full belly laugh. “Yeah well I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat.”

The two of them cracked up, laughing hard together. You couldn’t help but join them, agreeing that out of all the pranks they’d ever played, they were the two best ones.

“Truce?” Sam offered once you all calmed down.

“Yeah truce,” Dean agreed. “At least for the next 100 miles.”

Bamby

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rouge-the-bat · 11 months

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i was tagged by @princesstokyomoon owo! ty for the tag i love talking about myself LOL

nickname: [not including nicknames based on my irl name for obvious reasons] rouge is what i go by online, sometimes called rougey too :3 kurama is another nickname, so is weirdo (started based on my old url, weirdobsessivenerd). i used to go by yoshi a while back in school too with some people

sign: taurus ♉️ !

height: uhh im 5'2" or 5'3" iirc

last thing i googled: koltins locations in totk, bc im hunting down bubbul frogs rn ! i have 32 left to get atm owo

amount of sleep: eh varies tbh? usually i get around 8-10 hours but sometimes it can be a little less or a little more depending on the night

dream job: character designer for video games!!! + general graphic design n world design n stuff like that. i love LOVE designing things, especially characters, its been one of my biggest and longest passions in my life !!! characters are my absolute fave thing to enjoy and work on, and i hope to one day create characters others can fall in love with like i have for many characters!!!

wearing: a hot pink nightgown with black lace, and black lacey shorts! its so cozy n me core :3

media that summarizes me: like... summarizes my personality? my interests?? hmm... im not really. sure what would really summarize me for my personality? maybe some of my fave things since they tend to have quite an effect on me?

the sonic series i think is a good representation of how im unashamed to be genuine to myself, positive and loving what i love and not caring about being cringy. and it absolutely influenced my love for rockin music, colorful series with darker stories, and edgy antiheroes lol.

maybe system of a down would be a good thing to mention here too, i love all of their music and they definitely have rockin high energy music that can get really wacky sometimes, and ive always had a love for weird shit and identified with being weird!

favourite songs: ough hmm.. ill limit myself to like. 6 songs i really love rather than trying to figure out my Favoritest Faves bc im indecisive lol. n gonna do some different styles for a variety of my tastes!

bring me the horizon ft babymetal - kingslayer

in this moment - sick like me

omega tribe - summer suspicion

megumi ogata - fukanzen nenshou

riff kitten ft kumiho - fallen world

i dont know how but they found me - mx. sinister

instruments: this is so vague lol like. is this meaning ones ik how to play? my fave instruments?

well for ones i know how to play- well i used to know how to play anyways- i played the clarinet in band! n at some point i got an ocarina n tried learning that but never worked on it much. i used to be able to play a couple little tunes on it tho (like the jigglypuff song from the pokemon anime. or part of it at least). someday ill get back to it...

for my fave instruments... id probably say the violin and piano. i really love the sound of them, and i like how much emotion they can evoke!

aesthetic: oh god where do i even begin gkdkfbdkf i have a MILLION aesthetics i love lol. lovecore is probably my biggest one though, but i also love tech/glitchy stuff, gems, mermaid/ocean, general nature/flowers, clown/carnival, christmas, halloween, witchy, punk/goth/scene/emo (together since there can be some overlap between the aesthetics, ik theyre not the same), night/dreamy, space, yandere for a darker twist on lovecore stuff, and much much more. i love anything from pastel n cute, to neon and dynamic, to dark n creepy. i just!! absolutely adore aesthetics!!! its what im all about!

favourite author: ...i dont have one fkxbjf i havent read a book in years and even when i used to read more i didnt have one. could i just say yoshihiro togashi since he created the manga of my fave anime (yu yu hakusho) lmao?

random fun fact: i love pickles and will drink pickle juice straight out of the jar. have yall ever had pickle pops??? its like popsicles but with frozen pickle juice. i LOVE it. actually i should find our popsicle molds so i can make some soon

some mutuals to tag: if yall wanna, ill tag @megalo-station @mageofcolors @transgaykurama @foxdenji @skrunksthatwunk @l-lawliets-pussy @yoko-kurama-the-sex-god @shining-bewear @pipwife and weve only been mutuals for a short time but ill tag @shrineguardianhyena too owo

#*waves* and off i go back to tears of the kingdom

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aeoki · 1 year

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SHINSEKAI - Empire of Fantasy: Chapter 11

Location: Tohoku Town (SHINSEKAI) Characters: Mika, Shuu & Tsumugi

Shuu: Hmph. I see you’ve had your fun criticising us to your heart’s content. You’re really not Tsumugi Aoba himself, are you? Your speech and actions are exactly the same.

Tsumugi: “Ahaha~ Thanks to the workings of the brain, humans are easily deceived by one’s appearance. By simply borrowing Tsumugi Aoba-kun’s body and talking in it, it makes it seem as if I really am him.”

“In reality, everything is completely different from each other, even our ages.”

Mika: “Ages?”

Tsumugi: “This is an interesting toy~ I had the same thought when virtual idols were becoming popular.”

“If the technology is well-developed and people come to accept it as something that exists in everyday life, then…”

“Maybe a few generations later, humans won’t be needed to fulfil the job of an idol. I’m sure everything will suffice with just a programme.”

“When that time comes, perhaps I will finally be relieved of my post.”

Mika: ………?

Tsumugi: “Oh, I’m not here to talk about that, though. That won’t do~ The older I get, the more airs I tend to put on.”

“Young people want to make progress quickly, don’t they?”

“In actuality, I didn’t come here to criticise you two at all. In anything, I’m here to help. I’m a helper character, after all.”

Shuu: Your help is unnecessary. How annoying. You could have appeared as the Boy or Chibisuke instead.

Mika: I like Tsumu-chan-senpai, though?

Tsumugi: “Ahaha, rest assured. My role is to simply give explanations.”

“But it’s just that you two are far too useless and it seems you don’t like variety-based activities like PVP…”

“So I prepared a support character who will aid you in your PVP battles!”

Shuu: A support character…?

Tsumugi: “Yes. It’s like a set of training wheels on a bike, so if you use that support character in your PVP battles, your chances at victory will increase exponentially.”

“Think of its position in your team like an employee from another unit on temporary assignment – Or I suppose a helper.”

Shuu: A helper? We need no such thing. “Valkyrie” is complete with just the two of us!

Tsumugi: “Is that true? But originally, you were a unit of three, no?”

“I’m sure you’re working as a pair now because it was inevitable, but it’s possible that ‘Valkyrie’ can only demonstrate its true power when it’s in a unit of three.”

“The Trinity, the Three Sacred Treasures of Japan – Three has been an auspicious number since long ago.”

Shuu: It sounds absolutely suspicious hearing it from you, Aoba.

Mika: U-Uh, it’s true we were a unit of three up until last year, though? Does this, uhh, mean that the support character is…

Shuu: Huh? N-No, it can’t be. Nito should have been sent to another region as part of “Ra*bits”...

Mademoiselle: “Shuu-kuuun!”

Shuu: W-Woah!? M-Mademoiselle!

Mademoiselle: “That’s right! It’s me! Oh gosh, why do you look so surprised?”

“We’re normally always together, aren’t we? But we have to be apart when you’re on stage performing, so I’ve been sad the entire time ♪”

Shuu: T-That’s because you might be damaged so– Wait, why is Mademoiselle speaking!?

Mika: Ahaha. What’re you talkin’ about? Mado-nee has always been talkin’~♪

Shuu: Yes but that’s not the point! She’s not only speaking but moving! How is that possible!?

Mademoiselle: “Ahaha. We’re in a strange world inside a game – Something like this shouldn’t be surprising to you anymore.”

Mika: Hm~? Does this mean Mado-nee is another game character like Tsumu-chan-senpai where someone is controllin’ her?

(Yeah, I have an inklin’ and think it’s “that person” who’s inside Tsumu-chan-senpai… But who’s inside Mado-nee?)

(Or is there no one inside and it’s just one of those NPCs?)

(Ngh~! This situation is so nonsensical, I don’t know what’s goin’ on anymore!)

Shuu: Hmm… A living and moving Mademoiselle, huh.

Tsumugi: “Quite adorable, isn’t she?”

“I’m sure you feel psychologically hesitant adding Nazuna Nito-kun to your team, even as a character in a game.”

“She would be easier to accept, right? For you and for your fans.”

Mika: Hmm~ Mado-nee has always been our comrade, friend and family, though. And she’s known Onii-chan longer than I have.

Shuu: It does bother me knowing that there’s a complete stranger controlling her from the inside, though.

Mademoiselle: “Ah, don’t ask who’s inside, okay? You also don’t like others nosily digging into your personal life, right, Shuu-kun?”

“Treat others the way you wish to be treated, okay?”

Mika: Ahaha. That sounds like somethin’ motherly Mado-nee would say~♪

Tsumugi: “What do you say? I’m not forcing you but do you agree to have her accompany you two as a support character?”

“By the way, you must pay a fee for support characters! It’s one of those so-called paid features!”

Mika: It costs money!?

Tsumugi: “Of course. Otherwise, it would be unfair to the other players. The management team for ‘SHINSEKAI’ cannot make exceptions for you two.”

“You must pay the appropriate price to receive the appropriate benefit. That’s the ABCs of sorcery… If I said that, does that make me sound a bit more like Tsumugi Aoba-kun?”

Mika: Ngh~? I don’t get who’s who and what’s what! It feels like I’m goin’ crazy!

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onelostgirl · 2 years

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Chapter Two: Number 13

“Y/N! I’ll get us something to eat just get us the seats.” You look over to Faye as she offers to get the food. You definitely don’t fight her on this, you don’t exactly have the means to buy food from a sports concession stand.

While this was something that bothered you, ridiculous prices at sports events you didn’t have time to dwell on that. Your bladder began constricting reminding you of a pressing matter,,somehow you’d forgotten you needed the restroom. You needed it since the drive to the stadium began but you were too concentrated on driving to let that bother you.

But now you needed to go, like right now. So you quickly thanked Faye and began a brisk walk to the restroom.

Everywhere your eyes fell you saw banners, posters, people holding signs, fans with players faces, and endless merch from both teams playing today.

The Alders you were familiar with, having attended nearly every game since Korai’s career with the team began. It was the other team being showcased that you did not know.

Hmm. I wonder if Ko will have fun today.

You thought to yourself, lately it was like he had an itch he couldn’t scratch. He was particularly eager about something, it didn’t occur to you that he might have just been excited about the upcoming game.

A part of you wondered why this game might be different from any other he played. You were then reminded of something Sachi said, “Well he knows a few players from that team”.

“Oh so it’s like a reunion and seeing how much everyone’s changed then.” You reply to Sachi as he’s cleaning up his waiting room.

“Yeah basically, I mean you didn’t see our match in high school but it was pretty epic.”

Sachiro paused as you both looked at each other, so much time had passed and so much had changed. You had. So had he.

“Well then I guess, I’d better cheer harder then usual.” You replied as Sachiro gave a small smile,

“Yeah just make sure to cheer at the right time, don’t want you embarrassed like the Red Falcon game.”

“Ugh, Sachi, you just ruined it. Jeez, one time I cheered too loudly for the other team because I thought that Ko made that point.” You pout crossing your arms across your chest, recalling how everyone in the stand gave you a weird look. You really should dedicate more time to understand this game.

“HEY WATCH IT!” A voice boomed in front of you as you were pulled back to reality. Before you could register what was going on you stumbled into something hard and felt something extremely cold run down your pants.

“AH!” You screamed when the cold liquid seeped through the fabric into your thighs. You looked down to see that it couldn’t have been water because it left a reddish stain on your clothes.

“Oh crap, m’ bad! I shoulda’ been payin’ attention.” A voice spoke as you looked up from your ruined clothes to what your eye line met which looked to be an extremely large, muscular, fit chest. You continued on the pursuit to locate a voice as your head looked up, the first thing you noticed was his large, brown eyes.

They reminded you of roasted acorns for some reason. Autumn.

His blonde hair shined brightly with the lights from above nearly blinding you.

“Oh, it’s cold.” Was the only response out of your mouth.

From your reply, the blonde man looked down and finally realized what had happened. His face quickly contorted into a nervous, apologetic expression.

“Shit! Yer wet! Crap, uhh! Do ya got extra pants?” The stranger asked as your eyebrows scrunched together in a ‘you’re joking right’ face.

No, you genius! I don’t have extra clothes! What person brings extra clothes when they go out?!

At first you didn’t think much but now that the liquid had settled in, you felt sticky, dirty, and very annoyed. Who cares that this guy might have been a little, just maybe, kinda-very attractive.

“No I didn’t plan to get something spilled on me so, I didn’t think to pack extra clothes.” You tried to bite back the attitude that was making its way up your throat. To be fair, it was also your fault for getting distracted.

“Oh yeh, well maybe ya could use this fer now?” The blonde replied handing you his jacket. His golden and black jacket.

It finally occurred to you that this person was an athlete. Not only that-he was a player from the team that would be facing Korai’s team today.

Something similar must have registered in his head as he actually took in the entirety of your outfit.

If the navy and gold didn’t give it away, it must have been the winged hairband you wore that closely resembled eagle’s wings.

“Err, guessin’ yer a Alder girl.” He commented not offended but not exactly indifferent either.

“Well I mean if ya’d rather not take this then maybe-“ he began but you quickly waved it off.

“I’m not exactly comfortable sporting the opposing teams merch while at a game against them but its not like I have another choice.” You reply reaching your hand out to accept the jacket, he didn’t look at all happy about it but must have felt responsible since he offered it.

He gave a small chuckle, “Well just don’t ya go flauntin’ it yeh, might get a few choice words thrown at ya.” He joked knowing how passionate fans of any team could get.

“Yes just what I needed- another reason why volleyball games will lead to my eventual demise.” You said folding the jacket to hide the name of the team and tying it around your hips, it mostly covered the stains so at least there was that.

You just couldn’t get a break, could you. Whether it was sitting on the wrong side of the court, cheering at the worst moment, and now-repping the opposing team while there for another.

“Well maybe if I’m nervous, I’ll look fer ya in the stands. To remember yer havin’ a worse day.” He joked as you gave him a glare, he smirked in response turning to run in the opposite direction.

As you watched his retreating back, you stared at the name on the back of his jersey.

MIYA. Number 13.

You guessed you’d be seeing him a lot for the next few hours.

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Author’s note:

Hey lovelies, sorry for the late update but had to get somethings settled. You know how it goes. Anyways I’m super excited for you all to see how the story will progress. In this chapter Y/N and Atsumu met for the first time and as you can expect it was far from the ideal introduction. All we can do is wait to see how their story will unfold.

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Thanks for tuning in everyone! See you on the next update ❤️

#atsumu x reader #haikyuu smau #haikyuu!!#haikyuu social media #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #atsumu x y/n #miya atsumu smau

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tulakhord · 1 year

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got tagged in SOOO many tag games by @raylangivins asdfghjkl thank u ilu here are like, half of them lmao.

(1) shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks stupid girl - garbage salt and vinegar - lights DIP N DRIP - cobrah disturbia - rihanna this hell - rina sawayama deep end - catty night crawling - miley cyrus feat. billy idol messy - kiiara jet black hearts - abigail barlow dancing on my own - robyn (2) a questionnaire!

Tea, coffee, or soda? coffee > everybody..... i do love tea tho. Dogs or cats? dogs bc one's sitting on my feet rn and he's pretty cute so. Can you play any instrument? forgot all the piano i once knew oops What's your sun sign? sagittarius for me as well! ♐️♐️ First song lyrics that pops into your head? how will i know if she really loves meee 🎵 Do you have any tattoos? not yet! indecision etc etc Favorite place you've travelled? british virgin islands What's the last movie you've watched? i literally do not remember but i'm seeing the d&d movie this weekend lmao What languages do you speak? only english, i'm pants at languages :( much like the instruments question i forgot the other ones orz Do you have any hobbies? omg so many, i love doing things lmao. rn i am actually doing campaign prep for ttrpg things while i watch hockey and fill this out, which is a whole category of hobbies by itself (writing! mini painting! drawing! map design! terrain builds! etc etc.) You can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? i was gonna be saucy and pick someone hot or someone whose brain i want to dissect like a formaldehyde frog but actually it is toothless i wanna go flying with the flying doggo Compliment yourself: i cooked a delicious dinner tonight! (3) ao3 first lines tagline

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway (spoiler alert: rules are made to be broken…)

"most recent" i have published uhh nothing since 2021 hockey hols oops. i should maybe. fix that. anyway the point is that some of these are from my drafts folder ayy:

The chatter starts up at the end of every season, and every off-season Mat runs the fuck away to get away from it.

There’s three shadows standing over Eddie when he comes to, curled in on himself on the ground and damp with his own sweat.

The last dragons—barely hatchlings—die at Dragonstone. Perhaps it's only fitting that the last dragonspawn do too.

“I used to think about it,” admits Trevor. “You making me sorry for it.” (x)

Leon makes all his biggest mistakes in Las Vegas, and tonight is no exception. The team is flying high off a win they didn’t expect—off a win, strictly speaking, they did not deserve—and the music is good, and the lights are low, and the drinks keep coming. (x)

Raff is in the Dallas hotel room, and Joel didn’t invite him—didn’t expect him—but holy cannoli is Joel glad to see him there. (x)

The first thing to understand was Raff didn’t have a heart. (x)

As far as Jack was concerned, Taylor Hall could take his Nantucket wedding, his signed contract in Boston, his Biosteel invite and his mostly working body and all the other hallmarks of his happily ever after—and shove it up his own ass. (x)

He had made a conscious choice not to tell anyone about the situation, and indeed, not to think about the situation any more than could be helped. This had worked well for the past several years, except that it meant that Auston had not thought twice about extending the invitation for Dylan to join them for two weeks in Scottsdale. (x)

They’d tracked the old legends from planet to planet, each one emptier than the last: graveyards with no graves, detonation marks from imperial explosives scouring ancient stone, each once-sacred place swept clean of its history. (x)

tagging 10 of you i've seen in my notes lately, do one or two or all of em: @maddiebuckley @bluewaterhigh2005 @tobysziegler @st-louis @xreveux @parisebuyout2021 @chevalric @joeslie @marmolita @townhulls @bigbrotherlouis

#tag game #rpf courtesy tag #mo — i tried to do the comfort character game and legit could not lmao

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simonstamenovic · 11 months

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IS OK I UNDERSTAND NOT KNOWING WHAT TO SAY BUT BEING INTERESTED ANYWAY

im gonna explain the audio season characters because theyre my friends <3

- mr colchester: he has a first name but he hates it so even his husband doesn't call him that. he's a kinda grumpy old man and he basically does the same support things ianto used to do (one time colchester was like "i dont know how you managed before i came along" and i was like well there was ianto. beforehe died.) but unlike s1 ianto he still does a lot of the action stuff. shooting aliens. running around the city. classic torchwood

- orr my favourite orr <3 ive already talked about them but their powers are very useful for undercover work. and also i think theyre immortal now?

- ng : some kind of prophet that camz to earyh to hide from her god and chose to hide in gwen's body. she realised she actually really likes life on earth and torchwood. like orr shes also in the process of finding out her own identity outside of what other people want her to be/do since she was the prophet for so long. shes a lot like gwen tho

- tyler : ex-journalist who is actually not very kind. he almost got recruited by torchwood but then he let an alien shoot a room full of people so that he wouldn't be killed and jack was like "ummm wtf" and didn't hire him. he kept hanging around the hub everytime weird shit happened to go tell torchwood all about it and eventually he gets recruited for real

- yvonne : the yvonne who used to be the leader of torchwood one but from the parallel universe thats in season 2 of doctor who you know the one. she crossed over years ago and took over torchwood by pushing jack off a building. very ambitious ad manipulative always making convoluted plans in her head

- norton : hes only in a couple episodes of season 6 but hes in alot of monthlies/other boxsets before that. hes actually an employee of 1950s torchwood who uses soem kind of time travel hologram to be in the present...... hes a little bitch hes so funny.

NG AND NORTOM SOUND RLY FUNNNN I LOVE CUNTS AND ALSO QUESTIONS OF IDENTITYY yayayay this iz so cool

ALSO I forgot in the first ask u said smth abt not knowing h2g2 I CANT like suggest a starting point but there iz soooo much ive been thinking abt playing the text adventure game ^^ but I started w the books n theyre sooo fun LIKE UMMM if u ever enjoyed uhh that 1 seriez w the orphans LOL the baudelaires the writing style iz that sort of filled w character but not 4 kidz

#iantistic #ask.exe #00 #save

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catboy-cyrus · 1 year

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OOH OK FOR THE CHARACTER THING!!! a few options, feel free to just choose one or all of them: Cyrus, Cilan, and/or Iris!

fuck it, I'll do all of em.

Cyrus (for the purposes of this game cyrus since anime cyrus is so different):

-First impression

I didn't like him. I thought he sucked. I didn't get what he was trying to do and thought it was kind of a stupid thing to do/want. I definitley thought that he had potential though. But mostly in the context of being banished to the distortion world.

-Impression now

my blorbo. my pathetic meow meow. I want to pick him up and smack him against the wall. I think about him so much. I wanna put him under a microscope. I think he's so goddamn interesting, just a fascinating horrible little man. I want to put him in situations and by god do I.

-Favourite moment

In terms of cool points.... well being trapped in the distortion world was pretty cool. But I'll say actually his usum rr apperance. I watched a playthrough and him there is what made me realise that hey, there's far more to this guy than a thematically inappropriate retro space theme. Changed my brain chemistry. I would not be tumblr user catboy-cyrus without it. Also shoutout to him in masters accidentally becoming buddies with Sophocles.

-Idea for a story

I am 100k words into a Cyrus in Hisui fic. this one answers itself sdlkjds

-Unpopular Opinion

I'm not really sure I have one? I know plenty of people dont like him (but also that plenty of people do. hello cyrus mutuals).

-Favourite relationship

God how do I pick. Him and his commanders is great even if he doesn't really like them. I am biassed to Masters though. Him being nice to Sophocles (and Sophocles really wanting him to be nice) is super heartwarming to me.

-Favourite headcannon

Uh. well I guess just my Entire Personal Interpretation of him. Depressed, autistic, aroace, all of that kinda thing. More specifically, I am certain that if literally ANY of his circumstances differed, he wouldn't have done it. If he was like 2% happier, he would not try and end the world about it.

Cilan (anime cilan because he is my original blorbo):

-First impression

I honestly don't remember, but in his first episode I am certain him leading ash to the gym, knowing he's a challenger, and then acting as if he were just a guest at a resturaunt would not set me off on a good foot. I also think i found Detective Time cringe as shit dsjlkdslk

-Impression now

My original blorbo. He just makes me happy. I see Cilan and my mood improves it is that simple. He's just great.

-Favourite moment

MAN how do I pick??? Him getting on with N is always great. I love him getting super excited about trains/acting/etc. But honestly the moment that stuck with me the most is that time he gets possessed and attempts to kill Ash and Iris. that was fucked up. Formative moment as a kid dslkjdslkj

-Idea for a story

man... I've never really thought it through. This isn't really anime focused but I personally find the theory that the triplets are the Shadow Triad really really funny so probably something stupid about that. One of them fucks up by using a cooking mataphor or something.

-Unpopular opinion

I AM MORE EXCITED FOR CILAN IN ANIME AGAIN THAN SUBMAS. GIVE ME MY GREEN GUY!!!!!!!!

-Favourite relationship

Bit of a cop out but him, ash, and iris' friendship is super special to me. his friendship with the subway bosses is very sweet too though and I enjoy how well he gets on with N.

-Favourite headcanon

Okay this is an elaborate in-joke between me and my brother but that through declaring himself a connoisseur of something, he gains arcane power and knowledge about is and is functionally omnipotent. It's so fuckign stupid but funny to us.

Iris (uhh fuck i love both game and anime iris so I'll just alternate)

First impression-

Again, I don't remember but I think I liked her? I first saw her in the anime and something about being a weird little guy who hung out in trees definitey appealed to me as a child.

Impression now-

Still like her!! Both characterisations, although I really don't get her thing about calling Ash and Cilan a kid in the anime. Iris you are a kid also?? In the games i think she's great. I am a big fan of very nice little guy who WILL kick your ass so so hard.

Favourite moment-

Honestly? Her re-apperance in the anime was pretty fucking good. I am so glad she evolved Axew and became champion, and her battle was fucking COOL.

Idea for a story-

Hmm.... this one's difficult. I'd just kind of want to write her kicking team plasma ass honestly. She is cool and deserves to be written being cool.

Unpopular opinion-

Again, I really don't think I have any about her. She's a guy I like but I don't feel super strongly about her besides that.

Favourite relationship-

Going to the games here, her relationship with Drayden is super sweet and compelling to me. Her cool dragon grandpa!!!!!!

Favourite headcanon-

I think her 'knowing the hearts of dragons' thing isn't super literal. She's not like N in that she can talk to them, I think its more she's super good at reading them and their body language. Nothing supernatural or unusual, she's just unusually good with dragons. That might be the canon thing but I've not really seen any consensus on it.

#Thank you!! great selection of guys to rant about :D #ask #torchickentacos #long post #cyrus meows #god i love these fuckgn CHARACTERS #i am insane in the head . its also 2 am

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horizonandstar · 2 years

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uhh some of the death stranding au thoughts before it disappears from my brain forever in the next few seconds

sun and moon are still animatronics. whether theyre separate or not, i have no idea, but i tend to lean more towards canon and keep them in 1 body. literally the thatls au and rw au are the only ones ive got where theyre separate. i need to start keeping track of my aus

anyways. similar thing where theyre still daycare bots, but then the city theyre in gets wiped by a voidout

theyre still functional but not doing so great

y/n has DOOMS and can see BT's. rotating the idea of them being a repatriate too since that opens up an avenue of shenanigans

y/n is so incredibly plot important if i throw repatriation at them. the only way we're shown how people get repatriation is like. yeah! theyre all plot important. DOOMS i can handwave away

if (repatriation), y/n comes across sun and moon in the voided out city being all quiet and sneaky so they dont die to the BT's. sun and moon have to follow their lead because theyre unable to see the BT's

sun and moon become porters at some point because people see the value in having bots to deliver packages since they wont cause voidouts, especially bots with advanced ai who arent shit at navigation and can also fight back against gangs and thieves. i forgot the specific name they had in game

y/n bites anyone trying to separate them from their new friends (parental figures)

y/n has that hand thing that senses BT's! its modified from bridge baby gear lying around so that they can use it whenever they want to inform the people around them where the closest BT's are

honestly my only motivation for that one is because that butterfly/hand BT sensor thing is iconic to the gameplay. also i really like it

#ds au #fr i love that thing #the design. the movement. the noises

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missmimieux · 2 years

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“you are more than you know” CH. 3

Chapter 4 is live!

A/N: I hope you all are enjoying this series, I’m liking where it’s going. This chapter shows what I think season 3 Mando should be: soft, old, dilf!mando. There’s no Ani in this chapter but don’t worry, chapter 4 is gonna be a doozy. Thanks for reading! 💖

Summary: Reader goes on her first bounty hunt with Mando and things take a turn, an interesting one.

Pairing: Mandalorian x Reader

Warnings: angst, flirting, assault, use of endearments in an aggressive way, crying, anxiety, awkward Mando, betting, yelling, almost sexual assault but stopped before it actually happens, death, canonical violence, blood, 1 punch, mention of throwing up, when I say soft!Mando, I mean it.

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You boarded the metal ship with your travel bag in hand. You tried to contain your excitement and nerves as you followed the shiny man into the equally as shiny cargo hold. He lead you to the cockpit in silence and you made a point of being as quiet as you could possibly be. The Mandalorian sat in the pilot’s seat and motioned for you to sit in the passenger’s seat. You placed your bag by your feet and sat in the surprisingly comfy chair. “Since it seems you’ll be here for a little while, I think it’s important to lay down some ground rules.” Mando looked at you, waiting for you to agree. You nodded and he continued, “Ok. You can call me Mando, and my living quarters down there.” He pointed to a corner in the hold below. You realized you hadn’t even thought about the sleeping situation. Your nerves elevated as it finally registered that you were practically taking advantage of him as you had sprung this on him just a few minutes ago. He spoke before you were able to apologize “We’ll figure something out for you, I guess. Anyways, med kit items are in those bins and the food is right next to them. Now, listen because this part is important.” You peeled your eyes away from the storage bins to meet his helmet. “This is my ship and I’m in charge here. Under no circumstances are you to fly this ship, leave this ship or tell people about this ship unless I explicitly tell you to do so. I wasn’t aware I’d be training someone on this mission so I’d rather take extra precautions to avoid being at fault for your death if you decide to do or say something stupid during this hunt.”

“I’m really sorry, Mando. I know this isn’t fair to you but Karga said it was ok so….” your sentence faded in your mouth.

“Yeah. Well that should teach you better than to listen to him.” he replied.

“I guess so.” you answered glumly.

A silence fell over the two of you as you both stared out the window.

“If you’re stuck with me, maybe you could tell me what the plan is?” you tried to lighten to mood.

“Right.” Mando grabbed the puck from his belt. “We’re after a high level gangster from Canto Bight. His nickname is “Gunslinger”.”. You snorted “Original.”.

Mando ignored your comment and continued. “He’s wanted by the Empire for swindling them out of a weapons deal in an elaborate gambling scheme. The warrant says it’s preferable if he’s brought in alive.” You nod your head. And wait for him to continue. “So what would your first move be?” he turns to you, waiting for an answer. “Me?“ you ask. “Yes. You.” he answers. “Uhh well…Once we land in Canto Bight I’d try to infiltrate the inner circle, the high rollers, ya know? I’d have to change first but I think I could weasel my way in, no problem. I could coax the guy back to “my place” and you could nab him there.” you finish your game plan. Mando tilts his head “hm…could work.”.

You lean forward “Really?”.

“Sure. We can try your tactics. But when they fail…and they will. I can save your ass and show you how a professional does it.” you swore you could hear him smiling.

“Wanna bet?” you hold out your hand. He paused, “Why not, Y/N. If I win, you clean the ship?” he suggested.

“Hmmm. And if I win….I get to fly the ship?” you smirked.

The Mandalorian hesitated before his gloved hand met yours in a brief but firm shake.

“Good deal.” you smiled.

Mando plugged in the coordinates for Canto Bight and you decided to get started on building a bed. You began with looking through storage bins and closets. After finding a hypothermia blanket in one of the med kits you decided to search for padding or a clean rag to use as a pillow. You opened a cabinet on the wall and your jaw nearly hit the floor. Blasters, knives and hunting gear hung neatly before you. Your surprised expression grew into a large smile. You couldn’t believe Mando could fit this many weapons into one closet. Your hand moved forward before your brain could catch up. You took a knife off the wall and admired the animal skin hilt. It was inlayed with metallic details and precious stones. It balanced perfectly on your finger tip. You walked towards the ladder to the cockpit. Approaching the back of Mando’s chair you said “I changed my mind. If I win, I want this.”. You held the weapon out in front of you.

Mando turned around and stood, “Where did you get that?” he insisted.

“The closet in the hold.”. You continued to admire the knife. “It’s beautiful Mando. I can’t believe your collection, it’s amazing.”

The Mandalorian snatched the knife from your hand and leaned towards you “You shouldn’t touch things that don’t belong to you.” he said. A shiver went down your spine as you recalled how a certain someone once told you the same thing. Mando brushed past you to put the weapon back in its rightful place, and rejoined you just a minute later. “Those weapon are extremely important to me and I suggest you refrain from bothering them again.” You looked at your feet. “Gee Mando, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.” you continued “Why are they so important to you? I mean I take my weapons seriously too but why?” you sat in the passenger’s chair. “I’m a Mandalorian, weapons are sacred parts of our religion.”

His helmet turned to you. “Have you met a Mandalorian before?”

You shook your head. “No.” You looked down. “But I’ve heard things… I don’t mean to offend you, especially since we’ve just met…Let’s just say, I haven’t heard the nicest things about your people.”

He gave a sympathetic laugh. “I figured. People tend to get the wrong impression, what with our armor and reputations.” You nodded. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to generalize. I just. I’ve been pretty sheltered from things, told to think a certain way about certain people.”

This time Mando nodded.

You continued “I apologize if I bother you with questions throughout this trip, I haven’t really had the freedom to experience the galaxy like this.”

Mando spoke “I understand. I’ll try to answer your questions but I can’t promise to answer them all.”

“Thanks.” you answered.

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Following Mando, you exited the ship at the “Short Term Visits” hangar. Your first goal was to change into something more luxurious to match your surroundings. You and Mando left the hangar and you were instantly blinded by the overpowering stadium lights from the betting tracks nearby. You had been here once before on a special trip with Vader but you both barely left the hotel as he feared for your safety. You had always wanted to come back and explore the city, so you planned on making the best of this adventure. As you walked down the cobblestone street you found a suitable dress shop and told Mando you’d be right back.

You asked the shopkeeper to point you to the sale rack and you started walking to the back. You grabbed the first black dress you saw as you were in a rush and you knew you couldn’t go wrong with black. You all but ran to the dressing room to change into the silky slip dress. It was perfect, but you realized a nice dress wasn’t enough to get you into the high end clubs and casinos. You pulled out your bag and started to count your credits, in addition to the dress, it seems as though you could afford some fake jewelry and a cheap but nice pair of high heels. You made your way out of the dressing room and the shop keeper squealed, “Wow. That looks so good on you!”. You blushed and said “Thank you! Do you happen to have some inexpensive heels and jewelry here?”. “Oh, of course. I know just what to get you!” The keeper replied. You looked out the window as the girl ran to get your accessories. Mando was pacing back and forth across the entrance, on the look out for the target. You smiled and laughed because his actions reminded you of your master.

The girl came galloping to you with boxes spilling out of her arms. “Ok. I have a few things here.” She said, giggling. She pulled out a pair of strappy, deep red heels.

“These are amazing!” she handed them to you and you put them on. Next she opened a big black box to reveal a set of fake diamond and ruby jewelry.

You gasped “Are you sure these are fake?” you asked in astonishment.

“Mhmm. Completely. And they go perfectly with the shoes.” She took out the dramatic necklace and clasped it around your neck. It looked too good to be true sparkling on your chest. She then pulled out a pair of ruby tear drop earrings and a small diamond bracelet. She helped you put them on.

She spoke once more, “Now…I have one more thing. And I dont know if it’s too much but…” she opened one more box to reveal a pair of black, satin elbow length gloves.

“Oh maker. They’re perfect!” you practically squealed with excitement. You put them on and slipped her a few extra credits when you paid. You decided to put your hair up as you hadn’t washed it in a while, and walked out of the store to an impatient Mando continuing to pace.

“Worth the wait?“ you asked sarcastically, presenting yourself to the man. Mando turned to you and you could sense his demeanor change. He coughed and began walking to the casino where your target was allegedly staying. “We should probably get going.” he said. You nodded and followed behind him with a bruised ego. You thought you looked pretty good, better than good. Maybe he was just uncomfortable because he didn’t really know you? Yeah, that must be it.

The casino/hotel came into view and it was even more grand than you imagined. It was tasteful with romantic lighting and stone architecture. You turned to Mando and said “So…what now?”. “Well” he said, “We’ll try our best to sneak in through a side door, probably a kitchen. Considering I look like this, it’s probably best if you go in alone.” this worried you, and suddenly you began to doubt your abilities. The Mandalorian leaned down, “Hey, Y/N. I may not know you that well but I think you can handle this on your own.” he reached into his belt and handed you a small gadget. “Put this in your ear. I’ll tell you what to do, and if there’s a problem, I’ll come in after you. Ok?” you quickly nodded, “Ok….thank you, Mando.” He straightened and you walked towards the side of the building, “Don’t worry, mesh’la.” you snapped your head back thinking you misheard him. “What?” you asked. “I said, don’t worry.”

“Oh, I thought you called me something.” you said dumbly. He shrugged and you kept walking. You could feel his eyes burning into your body and you laughed to yourself. Mando sat on a nearby bench and cursed his forwardness by calling you mesh’la, it just slipped out. When he saw you exit the store, his heart stopped. He hadn’t felt like that in a long time, and he hoped he hadn’t upset you by ignoring your sarcastic joke earlier.

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“Ok Mando, I’m upstairs.” you spoke to yourself and hoped Mando could hear you. “Alright. Our guy is going to be the center of attention. He’ll probably have a lot of guards and girls around him.” you rolled your eyes because every guy up here fit that description. You continued walking into the the club, taking in your surroundings. You made your way to the bar and got a drink in an attempt to blend in. You surveyed the club but found it difficult to see as there were so many people. Your eyes fell upon a rather ugly creature surrounded by women of all species and men with guns. “I think I got him, Mando.” you walked towards the man’s table. Your stride was cut short by an hand on your arm. “Hey baby, come dance with me.” a man about your age stood infront of you with an evil look in his eyes. You scoffed and pulled your arm away, “Thanks but I have to be somewhere.” you said. He grabbed you again “C’mon baby, just one dance?” you laughed dryly this time, “No really, please, I must go.” you insisted. He grabbed your arm with more force this time, “It wasn’t a question, baby.”. You started to panic and tried to escape his grasp. You swung and landed a right hook to his nose, then yelled, “Let go of me you prick!”. He pulled you closer to him and drunkenly sneered “Looks like I need to teach you a lesson in respect.”. He pulled you out of the club, cupping his bloody nose and you desperately tried to contact Mando, “Help, help Mando.” The Mandalorian heard your plea and ran over to where you had entered the building.

“Where are you? What’s going on?” he asked. You answered, “I dont know! He’s taking me somewhere!” You really started to panic as the man picked you up and screamed at you to shut up. You had no idea where he was taking you. The man pulled you through a door and you felt the night air hit your face, “Mando, I’m outside! I think I’m behind the building.” The Mandalorian ran without trying to bring too much attention to himself. Your wrist felt as though it might fall off with the force this man was pulling you with. He slammed you up against a stone wall outside the hotel. “You brat! I was just trying to have some fun…but now. Now you’ve forced my hand, and I’ll have to punish you.” You braced yourself for a punch, but it never came.

You opened your eyes and found yourself surrounded by 10 to 15 men. Your stomach dropped as you realized what he meant by “punish”. Suddenly you heard blaster fire and you turned to find Mando shooting at the assailants. Your relief soon vanished as you watched him quickly become overpowered by the mobsters. “Kriff” you whispered to yourself as you ducked and tried to come up with a plan. Your hand dropped to your thigh and you felt that familiar metallic object. You weighed the pros and cons of acting on your thoughts. During your mental debate Mando sustained several wounds and your decision was made immediately after the first injury. You stood, drawing the attention of several mobsters and Mando. You lifted your dress and some of the men started to laugh, “What are you gonna do, honey? Fuck us to death?” They laughed amongst themselves. You reached for your saber nestled under your dress and faked a laugh, “Something like that.” you said. You ignited the saber and their smiles faltered. You laughed for real this time, and increased your walking speed to a sprint, watching the group of mobsters promptly disperse. You were able to catch up to two of the men and swing your saber to make contact with their necks. You made quick work of 5 men. Mando had already taken out 6 of them. Leaving two to run off cowardly into the night.

You hastily retracted your saber and put it back under your dress. Mando stood silently. You started to fear you made a mistake, “I’m so sorry, I just didn’t know what else to do! Do you think they’ll come back after us? Is our cover blown?” you started to ramble. “If I knew you could fight like that, I would’ve told Karga you could handle your own mission.”, Mando huffed out. You laughed nervously. “Yeah…I guess.” you paused then panicked when you remember “The target, Mando! Kriff!” You started running back to the door. “Woah, woah mesh’la, you can’t go back in there. Let’s regroup and attack again tomorrow.” you nodded. “Plus…” he added, “You need to get started on cleaning the ship.” you laughed and rolled your eyes. “What does that mean, Mando? That word…mesh’la.” Mando froze and struggled to answer. “Oh…it just means friend, or something like that.” you smiled, “Friend.” you giggled, “Ok, friend, I’ll clean your ship, if you can get me a real pillow to sleep on.”. Mando held out his hand, “Deal…mesh’la.”.

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You were washing the ship’s windows when the Mandalorian appeared from the cargo hold. “You know I was joking?”, he said. “Yeah well, a deal’s a deal, and this place was gross anyways.”, you laughed. “Hey uh, Y/N?”, you turned to face the silver armor with a nervous look. “Yeah?”, you asked hesitantly. “I know you’re a Jedi and all but uh…I’ve never seen a Jedi with a lightsaber that color before.”, you averted your gaze as your heartbeat quickened. He continued, “I- I don’t care what you did before this, it’s really none of my business but, if you’re in any trouble or if you’re hiding your intentions here, with me…I’m going to find out sooner or later, that’s kind of my job.”. You felt sick to your stomach. He finished his thought, “Look, I’m not trying to threaten you or anything but, you seem like a good, kind person and I think I know someone who could help you, if you need it?”. You shot a surprised look at him, and you worried you startled the man by reacting so swiftly. A soft smile graced your lips. “Thank you. I deeply appreciate your understanding. However, I should be honest with you.” this time, he thought he might throw up. “I don’t know if I need help…truth is, I might.”, the tears started to well up. “I’ve gone through a lot recently and things have been happening to me, abnormal things. I don’t know what’s causing them but I’m worried about what might happen to me if I ignore it.” you noticed how hard you were gripping the chair next to you and you quickly let go, trying to recover your dignity. “Um..”, you continued, wiping your eyes. “Who is this person?”, you asked. “She’s an…old friend. She’s quite familiar with your ways, and maybe she could give you some answers.”, Mando said. “A mesh’la?” you asked, laughing, in an attempt to lighten the mood and distract from your breakdown. Mando let out an airy laugh too, “Yeah…a mesh’la.”. “Where is she?”, you asked. “She’s a little ways away, on Corvus.”, you bit your lip. How would you even get there? Was it smart to drop everything and go? You asked Mando, “How can I get there?”, the man looked at his feet and back at you. He huffed and said “Let me take you.”, you practically gasped, “What? Mando no. You have a job to do, it’s not fair for me to ask this of you. I barely know you!” He laughed and spoke, “Yes, all those things are true. But Y/N I’m tried of all this running around, this loth cat and mouse game. I’m getting older and I’ve realized my passion no longer lies with this profession.” You guessed you looked stunned because Mando waved a hand in front of your face, shaking you out of your trance.

“You realized this just now?” you asked incredulously. “When I saw all those guys, I knew I was going to have to kill them. That was a given. In the past, I would’ve seen that as a challenge, something to accomplish. But tonight, it felt like just another obstacle to get to the peace I feel at the end of a hunt. I don’t want this anymore. I want to live a life before I get too old to do it.” You realized what he was suggesting, and never being one to turn down an adventure you said “Are we really doing this?”. The Mandalorian nodded and you couldn’t believe the turn this night had taken. You began feeding off each other’s excited, skittish energy. Practically reading each other’s minds, you both sat in your respective piloting chairs and Mando plugged in the coordinates to Corvus.

#mandalorian fanfiction #the mandolorian x reader #mando x reader #mando x you #anakin fanction #anakin x you #anakin imagine #anakin x reader #darth vader x you #darth vader fanfiction #darth vader x reader

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Totaka Setsude (Animatronic Duelist)

Since I’ve been hella into fnaf and yugioh again recently I decided lets make a combo oc based off both my interests and thus Totaka Setsude was born!! Here he be! I do have a story planned out for him I just gotta figure out like the smaller details n shit

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions of Gore but its not that detailed

| Name: Totaka Setsude

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| Nickname: Taka (Tot is one but he… hates that one)

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| Gender: He/Him

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| Age: Uhh well when he was in his body he’d be about either 14, 15, or 16 probably

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| Height: When alive he was 5’4” now he’s 14ft

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| Species/Race: Was human, now his soul kinda just possesses an animatronic

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| Occupation: Just a dueling bot now tbh, hes p much stationed at Kaiba Land since uh well the robot Taka possessed was one of his. He doesn’t duel the public anymore but sometimes Kaiba will test his strength against the bot, so yeye-

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| Main Deck: He was kinda forced to use the deck Kaiba gave the bots so he runs a Dragon themed deck when performing a duel, but he does have his own secret deck- He had always loved Pyro and Beasts, he doesn’t have a particular favorite tbh (doesn’t play much now tho unless forced, he kinda grew a strong hatred for games)

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| Eye Color: Right eye is red (it’s literally just a socket with a red light glowing from it) left eye is a light Blue Color (his eye color when he was human was forest green)

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| Hair Color: (when he was alive and a human p much) his hair was black, long n spiky

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| Appearance: MOST of his body is pretty much just white except for his hands and feet which are dark gray (they used to be white too but uh those parts that covered up all the metal and wiring n shit like that fell off a long time ago), there is some paint that’s worn off on his arms, legs, face, etc- The white on his body- it's basically like a protective overcoat- it covers all the robotic parts inside- his fingers are basically pointy claws now without the layered parts to cover it up, Imma just say right now- this robot was BASICALLY supposed to be based on the Blue Eyes but it was far too dangerous, too many pointy bits and people getting hurt so they practically just, covered it up with some protective stuff.

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You can still see what it was originally meant to be in all honesty, it has a long tail that’s been stripped of the original material covering it in favor of the white padding stuff, razor sharp teeth, etc- The bot has a LOT of wear and tear and honest to god it's a wonder it's still functioning but somehow the bot STILL continues to go on… If it wouldn’t be too suspicious- Totaka would honestly shred every bit of protective padding they put on this damn thing and it would look a WHOLE lot messier lemme tell you, there’d be SO many exposed wires, razor sharp metal sticking out, just BASICALLY its the fucking ENDOSKELETON- that’s what im trying to get at here- the original material was stripped off to put the padding on.

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The endoskeleton does have bits where the wings CLEARLY were at one point, but now its just sharp and jagged metal poles jutting out to the sides, honestly the bot just looks hellish.

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Even WITH most of the padding being on it still looks hellish- Just all in all, the blue eyes dragon animatronic is in bad shape, in fact the endoskeleton moves very janky like, VERY rigid movements but don’t let that fool you, it might look like the animatronic can move slowly but if he wants, he CAN and WILL chase you, he can be v e r y fast.

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| Personality: I was going to include the backstory but… I decided because I'm trying too hard to outline it and figure it out right then and there when Totaka is a complicated character… With a complicated er story so to speak, so I’ll keep this short and simple as can be. Taka when he was alive was sweet, kind, friendly as could be, albeit a bit shy and introverted, he loved hanging out with his… Friends, or at least who he THOUGHT were his friends anyway heh, he would have never hurt a fly when he was alive! He loved games very much, card games, tabletops, board games, etc- Probs why he befriended mm a certain crew, but I’ll go into that in the fics I’ll be writing for Totaka.

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Now however? I would like you to keep one thing in mind at the very least, this was l o n g after his soul was trapped inside the animatronic (he did love robotics too, robots/animatronics, stuff like that he was BIG into that sort of thing …the animatronic was not his though i want to at least clarify that) After being stuck in the animatronic for so long his mind essentially snapped, he’s now just aggressive, hostile, angry, mean, cold, etc- I could make a list of how awful he is now but deep down? He’s just a terrified kid, he’s broken at this point- Ever since that awful night, when H E put him into this hell he’s just got vengeance on his mind, revenge against his killer. And ya know at this point his hatred for him has also spread out toward his old friends as much as he tried to convince himself at first that it surely wasn’t their fault.

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He’s REALLY fucked up mentally …And technically physically wise, the most I will spoil bc I want to clarify things- 1: His body was NOT stuffed into the animatronic and 2: His body was sent to The Shadow Realm BUT somehow his soul had escaped, leaving his body behind which by this point has been consumed by the shadows (it’s been MANY years after this, I’m going to say it rn without giving any spoilers away- this takes place in like Season 0 in THAT timeline and then continues on) his soul would’ve faded along with his body had he not escaped TSR when he did, and another thing during that time, after possessing the animatronic even then he could literally FEEL his body being eaten, slowly, day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year until it was FINALLY consumed entirely by the shadows.

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| Side Facts: There was an incident at Kaiba Land one day, where the robot ‘malfunctioned’ and I’m gonna warn you, there will be a slight mention of gore below so keep that in mind!!

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…Basically what happened was, this was the beginning of Taka’s descent, this wasn’t the point where he fully snapped but well you could say he DID snap lmao, he literally bit someone’s head off, I won’t say why just yet bc that’s a bit of a spoiler but after that Kaiba Land definitely well ya know had some issues, Kaiba had to clear it up, take the bot back to fix it, etc- That’s where the protective padding came into play even tho Seto fucking HATED doing that…

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He hated having to cover up the Blue Eyes like that which is partially why the animatronic stopped getting proper care, bc to Kaiba? That thing was nothing more than a shell of its former self …Lmao he has no idea how true that statement is but either way, Kaiba of course released a statement saying the malfunction had been solved, clearing up rumors, scandals, etc bc ya know he’s a rich bastard and has the money to do so… Company released statements, etc etc- That’s a boring part- They had tried the animatronics one last time… …And well… You can imagine how that ended as well.

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However it was at this point Taka was threatened with being decommissioned but for whatever reason Seto didn’t, he instead just threw the animatronic into the robotics room and now he’s kept there, the only time Taka EVER gets to see anyone anymore is when Seto comes to duel, Taka doesn’t like Kaiba, thinks he’s annoying, bossy, pushy… But, Taka refrains from attacking him bc if he did then he would most likely be decommissioned and he literally will NOT rest until he’s gotten his revenge, and I won’t say if Taka could or could not possess ANOTHER robot, I mean even if I said he could, TAKA doesn’t know that… For all Totaka knows, if the animatronic gets decommissioned then he’ll fade away forever, he won’t allow that, he won’t allow himself to fade nor will he allow himself to truly rest, his soul literally CAN’T rest right now.

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Totaka doesn’t have enough closure to finally rest, and even when he does, thing is? Because his body has been consumed, if he does finally get his closure, finally lets himself rest, then he will simply fade into the afterlife, there is no going back, there is no him coming back to life… He will simply finally be at rest, and honestly? I’m not gonna lie- I think that’s literally the BEST thing that can happen for him, is him finally being able to rest easy, no more pain, fear, anger, etc- Just peaceful rest.

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Taka’s voice box was only made for mimicking B.E sounds, the sounds of growling, snarling, huffing, and or the loud roar (sometimes Kaiba could swear he heard the roaring sounds of the robot, it sounded almost like it was in some kind of pain but tch he figured he was simply hearing things, that was all) he can’t talk at all (his voice box could easily be replaced with a talking one tho if he’d allow it but uh lmao good luck, nobody can get too close to him) which the voice box at this point just makes garbled and distorted noises, again, his body is VERY deteriorated that it’s a wonder the robot even functions anymore.

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…But with Taka’s soul, he refuses to let the animatronic body give out, he won’t give up and rest until he completes his mission… Even if it takes centuries, a millennia or some shit like that, he WILL get his revenge on the one that did this to him, he swears it… Nobody will stand in his way if he ever sees that bastard again, not even KAIBA himself can stand in Taka’s way.

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The room Taka stays in has been trashed p much, he has wrecked that room but Kaiba doesn’t give a shit these bots were never gonna be used for anything else ANYWAYS so it didn’t matter one way or another, there’s scratches, chunks torn out of things, etc- the room is a mess-

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Taka can’t do much until night time because that’s when everyone is usually asleep so he makes all his moves then usually (Kaiba doesn’t monitor this room or anything around it, he literally could not give LESS of a fuck about the bots, only to test his strength with dueling and that’s it ...That and even despite what happened, he still has a love for the night, the moon and the stars, he’ll sometimes go out and sit on a hill, reaching up to the moon, overall just lamenting about the tragedy that took place) I forgot to mention when Setsude WAS alive he had a love for the night, always loved to stroll a bit late into the night …Bet that’s one night he wishes he would’ve just went straight home.

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Taka is usually sitting down in the daytime, p much just sitting there, arms limp, head tilted down, just looked like he powered down but make no mistake, he’s never been powered down even yet… The possessed animatronic is always watching and listening in btw- I just felt like I should say that, but also in a secret area that Taka usually goes too, he’s buried a chest with some of the pictures he’s managed to obtain over time (don’t ask me how fkdfjdsldfs i couldn’t tell you just roll with it) but the photos contain him and his parents, their LITERALLY the only ones he doesn’t ever want to forget, there were pics of his former friends but those have all been shredded into pieces.

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God there’s something I want to fucking include so bad but it’ll be SUCH a goddamn spoiler if I say who did this to him …So I’m going to try keeping this vague, I’m basing this on The Silver Eyes as well- (spoilers down below in case ya havent read and want to read the book lmao)

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There’s a scene in the book where the animatronics see a certain someone and start freaking the fuck out, yeah if Taka sees H I M again he WILL freak the fuck out, it’ll almost be like he’s trying to get a w a y from that certain someone …Taka might want revenge against him but goddamn if he isn’t fucking terrified of him as well, but even then if Setsude gets his chance then he will hold NOTHING back.

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Oh yeah one more sad thing to note, uh Taka’s parents btw? Yeah they are STILL looking for their son, even though it’s been years and years now and the case went cold long ago, they STILL continue to look for their precious Setsude… They keep holding onto hope, never losing it in the slightest bc they actually do believe that he’s out there somewhere …Well I suppose they ARE correct in a sense aren’t they? It’s probably just not in the way they would think heh.

#original character #Totaka Setsude #yugioh oc #fnaf oc #...am i tagging both? ...yes- both sounds good #also i technically get how the shadow realm supposedly works but listen #im taking my own spin on this- its fun to let loose #canon be damned that's what I say lmao #if someone can actually fucking guess what bastard did this to Taka before i write it out #i am... on one hand going to be so upset but on the other genuinely be impressed #im also hoping i edited it out too vklgfjlds i re-read over this so many times and didnt see their names #so im hoping i spoiled none of it ...only one did this to him but uh theres like- the friends n shit

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art | m. verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x singer!reader word count: 5.1k words request: yes/no by anons: "hiiii, i really like your fics sm. i was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is a famous singer who’s dating max. also, fans would always look for her during the races. and every time he would win he would look for her first. you could add more if you like. (i also want to say that you’re one of my fav writers everr, hope you’re doing well!)" thank you so much! i loved writing this and got carried away, oops. & "hi babes 💗 i love your writing, you are so mf talented 🥺 can i request something with max verstappen that's like, soft fluff? just being so in love with each other" yes. yes. i love this. give me soft!max right now. warnings: fluff, language, uhh slight allusions to sexy times? i think? idk it's 3:33 am (satan's hour) and i want to sleep lol. also, there's a lot of narration at one point, then there's none. sorry. a/n: whilst i received these reqs during my 'reqs are closed' era, i just really wanted to write some soft!max. i love him. i would die for him. also, yeah, reqs are still closed, but idec at this point. question, do people even read these? if you do and you got this far, comment a yellow emoji.

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(we love fluffy hair max)

flashing lights and people screaming her name were things she was used to. she had completely given up on being able to have a nice meal at a restaurant where no one recognized her, but it was fine, she could handle anything as long as max was by her side.

the pair met during a grand prix weekend, she was invited by the mclaren team to attend a race, and as max was getting ready to get in his car, fifteen minutes before a practice session, he spotted her. she was laughing as daniel walked with her, leading her to his garage. the young woman peeked her head forward, curious eyes darting all over the place as she eyed the mechanics working on the car, the engineers observing data on the screens.

“maximilian!” daniel noticed max, standing with the earpiece in his hand. daniel and his guest waltzed in, the aussie bumped fists with people he knew since back when he still raced for the team.

“that’s not my name,” max ran a hand through his hair, the ashy blonde strands were starting to get a little sweaty from the humidity. “hi, i’m max,” he smiled, bumping his fist against hers.

“i know, you’re all this one has been talking about all day,” she nudged daniel with her elbow. “i’m (y/n),” she smiled at him, her eyes crinkling from the big grin on her face, a sincere one.

“wait…you’re… i know you!” his eyes widened once he recognized the girl standing in front of him.

“really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah, i… i like your music,” he smiled, cheeks reddening as he admitted listening to the girl’s catchy, well-thought-out songs. “it’s good,” he shrugs.

“thank you,” she smiled, noting the way his eyes were seemingly stuck on her face.

“okay, well, we have to go, i’ll see you out there,” dan placed a hand on max’s shoulder, who nodded.

“good luck out there, i’ll be rooting for you,” she giggled at the shocked face daniel made, eyes widening comically.

“maybe next time you can watch everything from back here. the view is much better,” the words slipped out of his mouth without him noticing, but he didn’t find himself regretting them.

“maybe, you’ll have to step up your game,” she raised an eyebrow, surprised by his bluntness. she smirked, being pulled away by daniel, who had to rush to his own garage. she waved her hand as daniel led her to his designated spot.

the next day, they met again. she’d arrived in the paddock, vip pass hanging from her neck, as well as the pass that gave her access to the mclaren garage, but she was lost. she was usually good with directions, but the crowd of people running around thirty minutes before the qualifying session left her a little overwhelmed.

luckily, as she felt a hand on her back, she felt safe.

“hey, you okay?” she heard, the blue eyes and dirty blonde hair she saw yesterday made her let out a sigh of relief.

“yeah, i-i got lost,” she let out a shaky breath, smiling. “i probably sound so dumb but i forgot the way,”

“hey, it’s okay, it can get quite hectic here,” he gave her a small smile. “it’s this way,” he pointed and took a step forward.

“oh, okay, thanks,” she breathed, “i don’t want to waste more of your time, so, i’m sure i can find my way there,”

“it’s alright. i’d like to make sure you get there alright,” he takes another step, and this time she starts walking as well.

“are you nervous?” she asked, max was wearing his racing suit, although the top was hanging from his hips, the sleeves wrapped around his waist, and she could see his navy blue fireproof shirt.

“excited,” he replied, placing the flat cap on his head. “and you?” he asked in return, “how are you enjoying this traveling circus?” she laughed at his words.

“it’s been amazing, i haven’t been a fan for too long, but now that i’m living a race weekend i don’t know if i’ll be able to go back and watch from home,” she admitted, chuckling.

“well, maybe the next time you come, you could come as my guest,” he spoke casually, but her heart sped up as she tried to keep a straight face.

“really?” she asked, a teasing tone in her voice.

“i meant my offer yesterday,” he nodded, eyes stuck on her. “view is much better from my side of the garage,”

“hmm… i’ll have to think about it. what will people think, if one week i come here with mclaren, and the next i’m spotted supporting red bull?” max chuckled.

“they’ll think you’re supporting the right person,” that made her giggle.

“i’ve been supporting you since the first race i watched,” she admitted, feeling a little heat traveling to her face. her words took him by surprise. “i guess you’re probably tired of hearing it, but you really have a natural talent, a gift, for racing.” her words are sincere, he knows by the way her eyes stay on his, by how her voice doesn’t falter or how she doesn’t fidget with her fingers as she speaks. it takes him a second to respond, and in that second, he notices how they’ve both stopped walking, and are now standing in front of each other.

“thank you,” his voice is barely something more than a whisper, “you are incredibly talented as well. don’t tell anyone, but i almost,” he held up a finger, bringing more attention to his statement, “almost cried the first time i listened to your new album.” she chuckles, feeling her face and chest getting extremely warm, “actually, tell whoever you want, i don’t care if anyone knows. you’re too good at writing music that no one should be ashamed to admit they’re a fan,” he says after a millisecond.

“tell you what… if you can get your first grand chelem this weekend… i’ll accept your offer,” she bites her lip, knowing that even if he doesn’t get it, she’ll still accept anything he suggests. “and you get to pick the race, i’m feeling generous,” she smiled.

“you got it,” he winked at her, “you better start clearing your schedule,”

“oh yeah?” she smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“we’ve got a triple-header after the summer break,”

“and you want me to come to all three?”

“spa and monza are two of the most exciting races, and it’s also my first home grand prix. so, yes.”

“let’s not get too ahead of ourselves here, max emilian,” she made sure to pronounce his name correctly, just because she could. “remember your end of the bargain,” she pointed a finger at him.

“i know. and i’m willing to keep my promise, if you do as well.”

“stubborn, fearless, fiery heart,” she thought out loud, “what other title would you like to have?”

“world champion, grand chelem achiever… your friend,” he listed, shrugging. as if the latter was anywhere near the formers’ league.

she smiled, looking to the side, where she spotted the mclaren garage, but she realized that she did not want to step in. she wanted to stay out there, with max, talking about whatever crossed her mind.

“we’ll see,” she nodded, smiling. “thank you for walking me here, they must be looking for you like crazy,” she chuckled.

“it’s fine, i couldn’t leave you out there alone, lost. but yeah, i guess i must go now.”

“good luck,” she stepped forward, raising to her tiptoes and pressed a soft, quick kiss to his cheek.

“i definitely will need it,” he nodded.

“grand chelem, remember.”

“i know.” he nodded as he took a step back, then another. he didn't want to break eye contact with her. “triple header, remember,”

“i know,” she repeated his words, waving as she stepped into the mclaren garage.

the next day, max started from pole position. he led every lap of the race. he got the fastest lap. and he won the race. she had to clear her schedule for three weeks.

there was no denying the chemistry between them, since that saturday before qualifying people were obsessed with the idea of them interacting with each other.

a like on social media, a comment here and there. people thought that a beautiful friendship had blossomed since that weekend in austria. and it was true, although, that wasn’t the whole story.

they both fell hard, fast, they found themselves talking on the phone until the early hours of the morning, until their voices were raspy from all the laughing, the talking.

they loved each other, truly, deeply. madly. it should be scary, how much they cared for each other. how, despite only knowing each other for a few months, they already were prepared to walk through fire for the other. except it wasn’t scary, it was nothing but honest, unconditional love.

their relationship was the most sacred thing for them, they didn’t want people prying in, and they both knew that their careers came with costs, with privileges they had to give up. but it didn’t mean that they couldn’t have their fun with fans, with the photographers.

they liked to go by unnoticed, so, max would arrive first, wearing his usual uniform. jeans, red bull polo, and his cap. (y/n) liked to play a little. she’d wear wigs, big sunglasses that covered half of her face, sometimes she’d even show up with members of other teams, blending in. once she was in the safety of his driver’s room, she’d burrow her face against his chest, hide in the comfort and warmth of his neck. sometimes, when she was feeling mischievous, she’d take the opportunity to paint his skin, leaving small purple blotches, they were barely visible, they would drive her insane whenever she saw them peeking out from under his fireproof shirt or racing suit.

“how are you feeling?” she asked, watching as he removed his navy blue shirt, she took the opportunity to let her eyes wander over his body. girlfriend privileges. she could stare and ogle all she wanted. bless.

“i don’t know, i just hope the car makes it through the entire race,” he shook his head, trying to fix his hair once he pulled the long-sleeved fireproof shirt. the previous race had been a shocking one, with both cars failing at the end of the race.

“you got this.” she walked to him, grabbing one of his hands and holding it with both of hers, she brought it up to her lips, kissing his knuckles, “that was just the first race, you have this and a ton more,” she reassured him. max nodded. “stubborn, fearless, fiery heart…” she started, knowing that the words of the first song she ever wrote for him never failed to bring him comfort. those words were also the ones that she used that first saturday back in austria.

“a thousand miles can’t tear us both apart,” he finished the lyric, leaning down, pressing his forehead against hers. “i love you,” he said, she smiled, feeling his hands on her waist, she wrapped both of hers around his neck.

“and i love you,” she pecked his lips, knowing he still had to keep most of his focus on the race.

“come down with me?” he asked, still holding onto her, his hands now fully enveloping her back.

“are you sure?” a public outing, as mentioned before, was not something either of them were strangers to. but heavens knew how many pictures the press would take just from the short walk between the hospitality and the garage.

“i need you,” he admitted, his hands traveling up her arms until they were holding gently, but steadily, her face.

“okay,” she nodded, her hands resting on top of his.

“i like your headband,” he said, looking at the shiny stones that reflected the light. “that way i’ll know what to look for in the crowd,”

“i think it might blend in with the flashing,” she laughed.

“no. you shine brighter than all of them combined.” he didn’t hesitate, his voice didn’t falter as he spoke. she felt as if her face was on fire. she helped zip his suit up, letting her hands rest over his chest, staring into his eyes in hopes that they’d communicate everything she was feeling at that moment.

with a tight grip on her hand, he led the way to the garage, he was prepared to shove away anyone who dared step in between them and their destination.

they were untouchable, no one dared to speak to them, but that didn’t stop photographers from taking as many pictures of the pair as they could. they made their way to the garage, hand in hand, head held high. once they stepped into the garage, the red bull mechanics were surprised to see the couple there. they all knew how protective of their relationship they both were.

but it was good for max, it was necessary that he felt her support as much as possible.

she said ‘hi’ to everyone, taking her usual spot by the side of the garage, next to the wall where max’s helmets and the rest of his equipment were. he felt her eyes on him, as he talked to his team principal and then with his race engineer. she didn’t want to disturb his concentration, but she knew he didn’t like it when she strayed too far away, so she always stayed nearby, ready to provide comfort, encouragement, and even make some more bets like the one they made almost nine months ago to help motivate him.

she listened in on the conversations, without noticing, she started nodding when she agreed with what was being said, and when the topics turned back around to something that had already been discussed, she’d let her eyes roam around, finding her own face on one of the screens broadcasting the pre-race coverage. she found the camera, smiling and giving it a small wave. she was certain that countless gifs, screenshots or clips from that small action would pop up all over social media in just a matter of minutes.

max noticed her action, following her line of sight and meeting the camera as well. more content for the fans. since that first weekend in austria, fans became obsessed with the idea of the singer and driver being an item. there was something about a guy like max -with a tough demeanor-, and someone like her -a girl with a delicate way with words-, that drove everyone crazy.

she kept her eyes on max, analyzing his features as he put on his earpieces and balaclava. she smiled at the way his hair, a little bit longer than what he was used to, tried to peek out from the hem at the top of his face. max was quiet, he always was before a race, but she could tell that it was different this time.

“max,” she called his name, he kept going with his routine, grabbing his helmet and placing it in front of him, “max,” she repeated, this time, he turned his face to meet her eyes. “what’s wrong?” she asked.

“nothing,” he spoke quickly as he returned his attention to the helmet. first mistake.

“love,” her voice told him she wasn’t buying it. “fine, if you don’t want to talk, then you’ll have to listen. i don’t know what happened last week, but that’s in the past. if you go into this race feeling like your car is not good enough, if you don’t trust the car, then you know how things will turn out. trust your instincts, trust your team, have faith in yourself. i know how much you want to win, but even if you don’t tonight, you’ll have many opportunities in the future. try and have fun, as well. you’re fighting against guys you’ve known your whole life, you know how they drive, use that to your advantage. do not get frustrated because one race didn’t go well, don’t let it dictate the rest of your season.”

max had never been one to initiate a public display of affection, but she -like always-, had managed to put into words everything he was feeling, everything that was going on in his head. so, he took off the balaclava, his hair sticking up, and he held her chin, directing her lips towards his. it was short, but he poured everything he was feeling inside his chest into the kiss. it took her by surprise, a small gasp leaving her lips after he leaned back.

“thank you,” was all he whispered before putting the white balaclava on again. that was yet another moment when he found himself thankful for her gift of putting into words what most people couldn’t, what most people didn’t notice.

winning a race is a feeling like no other. being the very first person to cross the line, especially when the runner-up is close, is a thrill that never gets old. max had just won his first race of the season, a race that was equal parts stressful and exciting. he couldn’t deny that he was quite scared that the car might fail again, but he remembered (y/n)’s words. trust yourself, trust your car, trust your instincts. so he did. and that led him to the top step on the podium. even though it was a bittersweet win, he knew that this was his teammate’s race to win, but he couldn’t deny that being on top was where he belonged.

as he stepped out of the car, congratulating the two ferrari drivers that would go up to the podium with him, his head was turning from side to side. when he was being hugged and padded on the back by his team, he was counting the seconds until he was free so he could look for (y/n). he was quickly ushered to do the post-race interview, before the podium ceremony, and as he spoke to the interviewer, everyone could tell that his attention wasn’t on the person in front of him, or the words that were leaving his lips. they were speeches that he’d perfected over time, about how tough the race was, how he enjoyed the battles and how much it meant to add another win to his list. he could recite them even in his sleep.

his eyes and full focus were set on finding that shiny headband, for a second, he thought she’d been right. that she would just blend in with the rest of the crowd. but he was determined to find her. max was led to the podium, he had a frown on his face as he walked up the steps, waiting for the two ferrari drivers to go out first. the frown was accompanied by a weird feeling in his stomach, it was taking him by surprise how much not seeing her was affecting him. as his feet touched the top step, he raised his hand, smiling a little as his eyes continued their search for her.

from up there, faces looked blurry, tiny dots that seemed to blur together even though he was trying his hardest to find the person he was looking for. his eyes were darting all over the place, he tried to spot the headband, he couldn’t let her down, he had to find her. as the anthems played, his heartbeat sped up, it even took him by surprise. he saw movement down there, people parting as someone shoved their way in through the crowd. the shiny headband appeared, she was holding on to the fence over the wall, she had two of the red bull mechanics on either side of her, looking after her and making sure she was safe.

max smiled, finally. he let out a sigh of relief just as the anthems finished. the crowd cheered and clapped as the first place trophy was placed in his hand. as usual, he raised his arm, lifting the trophy up in celebration as a true, wide grin made its way onto his face. he placed his free hand on his chest, locking eyes with her. he chuckled as he saw her cheering, cupping a hand around her lips so her loud screaming echoed louder.

the next minutes seemed to fly by after that, max smiled, took pictures, shook hands, and said goodbye to people as quickly as he could. once he was free to go down the stairs and into the garage, he was out of there in the blink of an eye. his hands were tingling as if they were going numb, but it was just the excitement and desperation running in his body. he was taking fast, determined steps to his garage, even though he wasn’t completely sure if that was where he’d find her, but he needed to see her, needed to wrap his arms around her and tell-

“max!” he heard, he turned his head to the side, his steps never faltering, he just prayed that he wouldn’t run into someone. “max!” the voice -her voice-, he realized after a second, called for him again. she was running towards him, at full force, they slammed into each other, her arms pulling him down towards her by his neck, his hands wrapped around her waist, and he hoped she’d forgive him for stabbing her back with the trophy. “you fucking did it. i told you,” she said, hoping he’d forgive her for taking off his first place cap, but she needed to curl her fingers around his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to herself.

“i know. i know. i love you,” she heard, he spoke through his smile, burying his face in her neck as she did the same.

“max, (y/n), let’s move this somewhere more private, please,” they heard max’s press officer, felt as she tapped their shoulders in hopes of getting them to let go of each other. that didn’t happen, though. instead, they held on tighter. “ugh, fine, but if you fall it’s not my fault,” they started walking, blindly, being guided by the red bull press officer. max lifted his head from (y/n)’s neck a little, so he could see where he was going, he didn’t want her to get hurt.

once they were in the garage, max walked straight to the back, thanking the walls that now separated them from everyone else.

“i love you.”

it didn’t matter who said those words first, all that mattered were the way they clung to each other, how she lightly scratched his scalp and neck with her nails as she curled her fingers around his hair, how he was afraid that he might leave marks on her waist from how tight he was holding her waist.

“i knew you could do it,”

“i know,” max smiled.

“i told you,”

“you did,”

“i love you,”

“i love you, too.”

for someone who always knew how to express her feelings, who always managed to come up with compelling, well-thought-out sentences, she was finding it difficult to summarize everything she was feeling into words. so, she hoped, for once, that her actions could speak louder than her words.

a kiss. holding onto him. pressing her forehead against his. grabbing his hands and kissing his knuckles. seeing the way his eyes lit up, feeling the way his breath seemed to tremble as she trailed her fingers on his cheeks.

“guys, remember you’re still in public.” someone shouts, making them chuckle as they lean back, “max, hate to break this up, but you’re needed right now,”

“five minutes,” he yelled back, (y/n) was shaking her head.

“go,” she said, even though she made no effort to step away from his hold.

“they can wait,”

“max! don’t make me come in there,” they both laugh at the press officer’s words, threatening them as if they were teenagers.

“go,” (y/n) repeated, standing on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips, “i’ll be waiting for you,”

“okay,” he replied, kissing her soft cheek. he kept an arm around her shoulders, feeling her sliding hers around his waist.

“you two owe me a fucking beer after this,” the press officer said, shaking her head, “i’m going to let you two deal with the pda stuff on your own, don’t count me in,” she said.

“fine. heat of the moment. we’re in love. end of story.” max replied, shrugging his shoulder as if it were no big deal. he noticed how (y/n) was still holding his cap, gently he grabbed it from her hold, adjusting the velcro strap and he placed it on her head. she smiled, closing her eyes as she felt his lips on her cheek.

“jesus, what happened to you two being private? okay, you do that. see how it plays out,” the way the public relations expert was shaking her head let them know that they might need to come up with a better explanation. they arrived at the media pen, max reluctantly let go of (y/n), kissing her temple one last time before walking away. she leaned back against a wall, running a hand through her hair as she smiled, watching him stand in front of the first interviewer.

the paddock was packed with people, and as much as she tried to blend in with the background, she’s still a famous singer and it was only a matter of time before she was approached by fans.

she dedicated her time to each of them, taking pictures, asking how they were, and signing stuff. she spent a little more time with a young girl who asked her to sign a cap that had already been signed by max. she smiled, seeing both of their signatures together.

after max was finished, they all headed back to the motorhome, max was still being congratulated by people that passed by. she snuggled her head against his chest, feeling the comforting warmth against her skin.

“good thing i went down there today,” she admitted once they were in the safety of his driver’s room, “i would’ve hated myself if i hadn’t been here with you,”

“that’s okay, my love. thank you for being here, and for your words. i really could not have done this without you. this win is yours as much as it is mine,” he said, she smiled. no matter how much time passed, he could still make her heart beat as fast as the car he drove. “i owe you this win.”

“it’s okay, we’re a team. when you feel down, i’m always going to be right there cheering you up, if you need space i will step back, but not too far away because i know you don’t really like being alone. your highs are my highs and your lows are my responsibility to turn them into highs. we’re in this together, baby,” she said, wrapping her hands around his back, pushing his front against hers.

“i really couldn’t have asked for anything better,” he shakes his head, feeling so incredibly lucky to have her by his side.

“me neither.”

the next morning, they woke up to thousands of social media notifications. their little moment was captured by all cameras, they were the talk of the town. it was sort of nice, having pictures of their moment, seeing how in love they looked, how their happiness was evident on their faces.

her favorite one was a picture of max holding her, his fingers on her waist, that held her with such strength and delicacy at the same time. it hadn’t even registered to her that he was holding the trophy at the same time as he held her. she wasted no time in setting it as her wallpaper on her phone, she never thought that she’d be the type of person to have a picture of herself as their lockscreen picture.

“this looks pretty,” she heard max’s raspy morning voice.

“what?” she asked, turning to look at him. they were both sitting up, she was holding the bedsheets up to her chest, covering her otherwise nude figure.

“this,” he leaned in, moving her hair away from her neck, he ran a finger across the skin. “it’s like a painting,” he kissed her cheek. removing the covers off his body as he walked to the bathroom. she opened her front camera, seeing the hickeys scattered all over her neck, collarbone, and behind her ear. she smiled, covering her face with her hand. he was incorrigible.

“paint my body with your kisses, don’t tear me up to pieces,” she hummed. smiling she opened her notes app, typing what she’d just come up with. “let them know i’m only yours, this love is only ours,” she continued typing, once max came back, he saw her with an adorable frown on her face as she tapped on her phone, typing and deleting.

he slid in beside her, throwing an arm around her shoulders as he let her continue.

“you’re writing a song about me?” he smiled, it was a feeling he still was not used to, he found it extremely odd how she could tell a wonderful story with her music, which was based on things he said or did.

“yes, another one,” he read what she was writing. “this one’s a bit forward,” he noticed. most of her previous songs were more laid back, none of them went deep into details about their relationship, but she always tried to come up with things that most people could relate to. by the looks of it, this was going to be a completely different story.

“it is,”

“i like it,” he confessed, kissing her shoulder.

“really?” she asked, turning her head.

“i like everything you do, and i’m not just saying that. you are my favorite person in the planet, but that doesn’t stop me from being able to appreciate good art. and yours, my love, is the greatest art that’s ever been created on this green earth,”

it takes her a moment to register what he just said.

“max, that’s the greatest compliment i’ve ever received,” her eyes were slightly wide, mouth parted as she saw him. her mind was going a million miles per hour, still thinking about the next verse for the new song, still reeling from the great joy he made her feel. “let me be your canvas, your lips will be the brush, and with a single touch, you make my body blush,”

“you’re a genius,”

“and you’re a co-writer for this song, now, mister.”

“as long as it’s with you, i’ll write a million more. i'm ready to make more art with you.”

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twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj

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delicrieux · 3 years

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CORPSE REQUESTS???? HELL YEAH ALRIGHT so maybe one where the usual lobby is streaming but with bretman rock and he‘s kinda picking up on that cute we-like-each-other-but-we‘re-too-stupid-realize dynamic between corpse and y/n so he teases them and calls them out on it?? Idk just an idea, love you!

･:* ☆ author’s note: yo! yo! this is ✨cute✨ also....funky monky friday!!!

masterlist.｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Typical game, typical stream, not exactly typical company. While Bretman is an unusual addition, he definitely adds a certain little something that not only makes the game funnier, but the dynamic more lively. If someone were to ask you if you could listen to him rambling for hours you would announce a resounding “Yes!” - well, no one asked, but you still told your stream that. They appreciated the honesty. Some of your followers, however, snuck in a few comments that vaguely read “u sure u don’t mean u could listen to corpse forever?” among the sea of keyboard smashes and emojis. You pretended you didn’t see them , focusing on that stupid card swipe that get’s you every time.

There are impostors among your group of friends, and your job as crewmate is to sniff them out. For some reason you have an inkling one of them is Sykkuno because he was just a bit too sweet during the last meeting, amping up the innocence in his voice to a suspicious extent; the second one, sadly, you are blind to. Though, if a surprise attack were to happen, you at least have Corpse beside you, guarding you while you do tasks.

The fairy-lights in your stream room twinkle and dim, your eyes lingering on Corpse’s in-game astronaut for a tad longer than necessary.

You have been following him this whole time like a lost puppy. Running in circles around his little character. At one point a chase ensued where he tried to catch you and you were laughing and you hope he was laughing too but quite frankly you were too afraid to check what the stream had to say because you figured it was going nuts.

A meeting was urgently called. You frown softly at the X’s sprung on some of your friends’ icons. “I’ll avenge you.” You mutter before unmuting your mic.

“Okay, so, it’s definitely not Corpse or (Name).” James chimes so quick you barely manage to catch him, “I passed them on my way to MedBay and she was just running circles around him while he was, I don’t know, AFK? I mean, yes, king, work! Give us nothing!”

“I dunno guys,” Sykkuno says after the laughter dies down, “(Name) has been acting pretty sus. Have you even done any of your tasks?”

“It’s not (Name).” Corpse opposes quietly, though his voice is drowned out by a cacophony of conflicting opinions.

“The hell, Sykkuno?” You exclaim, hurt. Is he trying to frame you? You knew something was odd about him this round, “What is this snake behaviour? Yes I did my tasks, Corpse is my alibi.”

“I was literally with her the whole time.” He confirms, all in that calm, baritone of his, “If she killed someone, I would have seen it.”

“How do we know you aren’t in cahoots?” Rae questions. Seconds tick by, draining the timer. This is getting nowhere. Worst of all, you’re slowly being led into the fire before they flame you. Honestly, you aren’t the impostor. If you were, you’re certain they would’ve caught you already. “I feel like (Name) and Corpse would be in cahoots.”

“Okay, good point,” James says, “but the body was found in Navigation.”

“They could’ve vented there.” Sykkuno offers.

Corpse hums, “Spoken like a true Impostor.”

“Aren’t you in Navigation, Sykkuno?” You grit.

“Yes, I, uhh, I found the body with James.”

“Sus.” You say. Your stream chat echoes it a thousand times. Maybe more.

“I don’t think it’s Sykkuno,” James mumbles, “but I also don’t think it’s Corpse or (Name). Like, I’ve seen them doing tasks around the map. Never have they been anywhere even close to a body.”

“Yeah!” Sykkuno exclaims, “Isn’t that suspicious?”

You gape at your camera, like you’re in the Office, before hissing a “How the fuck is not murdering people suspicious?!”

“Guys, seriously,” Corpse says with a light little laugh, instantly hushing the hectic conversation, “we need to vote or skip. I say we skip for now. (Name) and I have been together since I ran into her in Electrical before the first body was found. I really don’t know what else do you want me to say. Let’s skip, okay?”

A chorus of “Okay”s shakes the discord call - if it’s anyone that can convince them to do something, it’s Corpse. This talent of his is both frightening and wonderful. It’s good having someone defend you, though if he ever wanted to vote you out, you’d be done for.

Somehow, you think he wouldn’t do that, though. A smile almost slips onto your lips before you swallow it down. Incriminating. You will not appear soft on stream! Your audience would tease you all the way to hell and back.

Bretman, who had been eerily quiet through the exchange (or, possibly, accidentally muted his mic again), suddenly speaks up, “Y’all are too cute.”

“What? Who?” Rae asks.

“(Name) and Corpse. Don’t think we don’t see y’all coupling it up.”

You’re suddenly incredibly happy you always stream in low lights - it feels cozy, more personal somehow - because your cheeks flush with heat and you lean back into your chair, as if to get away from him and the screen and the game and what he’s saying. You dare a glance at the chat but it’s swimming from the influx of messages.

Corpse is quiet. You’re not sure whether that makes you feel better or worse.

“Oh my God, no kidding.” James says, the last one to skip vote, “They’re always like this, I swear, it’s the cutest thing.”

“What about me and Corpse?” Sykkuno asks, “I thought we had something special.”

“First you frame me,” You speak up, “and now you’re trying to take away my only friend? Cold, Sykkuno. Real cold.”

“Yaaaas, miss girl, don’t let him walk all over you!” Bretman cheers.

Thankfully, the timer ends, no one is flung into the void of outer space and all mics are muted again before Bretman can say anything else.

You feel nervous. Corpse’s astronaut stands next to you, immobile. Swallowing, you circle around him again. You grin when he follows after you. Good, so he wasn’t weirded out by that exchange after all.

Wait, why do you care so much anyway?

Well, whatever. There are still plenty of tasks to be done and you need to catch Sykkuno somehow. With renewed enthusiasm, you connect wires, thinking of a game plan.

“here from corpse’s stream, he just called (name) angel:)!!”

You briefly wonder if it’ll make it into his stream highlights. Something so insignificant, such an offhand affectionate comment...Probably not, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to hear it. Just to know how it sounded. To know if it really happened or was it just a little white lie from his fans meant only to tease you.

You wish you would've missed that comment in chat. Because now, with your heart racing in your chest, that’s the only thing you can think about.

hope you liked it! xx

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband fic #corpse husband fanfic #corpse husband x y/n #corpse husband imagine #imagine #imagines #reader insert #request #fluff

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souljoon · 4 years

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this is a really dumb corpse husband request and it's kind of similar to one of your other ones but i just wanted to send it anyway but like corpse and reader being roommates and she's a faceless streamer too and one night reader fills in on among us and she gets imposter so she kills corpse and he's in such disbelief he gets up and goes to her room and just yells what the fuck dude how dare you kill me and people are like ??????corpse???????? i just think it'd be hilarious ngl thank you ily have a good day!

here it is! hope you like this one uwu

genre: humor (?) lol warning: cursing

~~~

“What the fuck, dude?! How dare you kill me?!” Shouts Corpse just as he pushes your door opened.

Your mouth parts from shock. Not only that his abrupt entry to your room surprised you, but the tone of his booming voice took you by surprise, forcing you to twirl around by your game chair just to be met by his sulky expression.

“Why do you sound so upset about it? It’s just a game, Corpse.”

“You’re supposed to be my confidant!” He pointed out, angrily.

Your eyebrow arches. What the fuck is he saying?

“You of all people know that’s not how the game works. An impostor’s goal is to kill the crewmates whether or not you’re friends with the players in real life.” You shot back.

“I never once killed you when I’m the impostor!”

“Can you calm the fuck down? I didn’t ask you to preserve my lifeline! It’s just a game, Corpse. It’s not like I killed you for real.”

“I hate you,” he whispers, darkly. To his dismay, you only chuckled back, humourlessly muttering, “Well then choke me like you hate me but you love me.”

You heard someone snicker through your headphones, followed by a series of roaring laughter. And it was only then that it occurred to you that you’re in fact doing a livestream, not to mention, all of your friends could hear you and Corpse fighting.

We’re fucking doomed!

No one can see his face, unable to witness how dispirited he actually looked and how his face slowly softens when you shot him a glare just as you turned back to him from your screen.

“Uhh... Okay? So, you guys done fighting?” It was Sykunno who broke the awkward silence.

Rae spoke next in an exclamation point, “I can’t possibly be the only one who didn’t know Corpse and Y/N are actually living together!”

“What are we gonna do now?” You mouthed to him.

“So... you two lovebirds or something? Fuck buddies perhaps?” Edison chimes in, hardly containing his laughter.

“Hello? Y/N? Corpse? You there?” Jack says, taunting the lack of response from you two.

“We’re here,” You answer timidly, since Corpse couldn’t hear a single thing.

“Yeah, well we need an explanation.” Demands Rae.

“Get outta here,” You mouthed, waving your hand to emphasize what you were saying.

Corpse immediately storms out of your room, no longer waiting for another hand signal from you.

“We’re roommates.”

“That’s it?” Rae deadpans.

“Hmm, sounds kinda sus for me. “ It was Jack, again.

“That’s all you can get from me. We’re not lovers, definitely not fuck buddies. Nothing!”

Shortly after, you heard him spoke through his discord. “Whatever she said, it’s not true.”

Your eyes widened.

“What do you mean it’s not true?! You didn’t even know what I said, you motherfucker!”

Of course, he did. If you could only see the smirk plastered comfortably on his face...

“Come on, baby. Tell them the truth.” Corpse teases.

Blood immediately rises up in your head, and in no time, you’re chucking you headphones toward your desk, screaming, “I’m gonna end you for real this time!”

“Use protection, kids!” Edison jokes, though you failed too hear it for you were pretty quick to raid his territory.

~~~

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse fanfic #corpse husband fanfic #corpse imagines #fic request

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raindownforme · 3 years

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Crush

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader [she/her used]

It had been hours since y/n had started her stream. At the beginning of it she’d been working on the origins SMP and grinding at gathering supplies and resources while everyone else was off doing other things. A few times someone had popped onto the VC she sat in, Niki had talked while eating dinner and Ranboo had came to recount his day, but otherwise she had remained alone in the beginning.

But it had been several hours since then. Now it was 3 going on 4 in the morning. She sat curled up on her gaming chair, her eyelids just barely staying open. She was exhausted, but she was determined to stay awake until someone else started streaming. To pass the time, y/n had been interacting with chat and reading aloud donations.

“Hello?” A voice came through her headphones and she jumped, nearly falling out of her seat. “y/n?”

“Oh! Philza!” He chuckled a bit. Her voice sounded light and she began to yawn halfway through her sentence. “How nice to see you. What are you doing up?”

“Well it’s roughly noon for me and I was about to start streaming.”

“Ah. Of course.” She began to tap at some buttons, readying to move around her audience.

“Have you been awake for long?”

“Yeah. But I had a few people visit me.” As the notification of Phil going live dropped, she sent everyone over with a wave. “Niki and Ran came by.”

“Aw you sound disappointed.”

“Well I wanted somebody to come by but I guess he was too busy.”

Philza laughed again. “Yeah? And who’s somebody?”

In her stupor she giggled and winked towards a camera that wasn’t on anymore. “I can’t tell you who I have a crush on.”

The man froze, watching his chat go by a mile a minute. They kept throwing names around, even if they didn’t make sense, and he knew this wouldn’t end up any where good if it progressed. “Is it alright if we talk about this later? Why don’t you get some sleep.”

She yawned and stretched. She slowly went to get out of her chair. “Alright dad. Goodnight. I love you.”

“Love you too.” The discord call made the familiar noise of someone disconnecting and y/n turned off her display. She went and slunk into her bed, nesting underneath the covers, and quickly drifted to sleep.

———

y/n woke up a few hours later. As she sat up the first thing she did was reach for her phone to see a missed call from Ranboo. She went to call back and he picked up almost immediately.

“You are so dumb.”

She groaned and wiped at the sleep in her eyes. “Can I be awake for five minutes first.”

“No actually. You’re trending on Twitter.”

She squinted, trying to recall anything. “Did I do something bad? Was it last night or....?”

“It wasn’t like. Bad. But it was last night. You told Phil on live that you have a crush on someone.”

She paused, feeling her face grow warm with embarrassment. “Did I say who it was?”

“No you didn’t.” She sighed and felt herself relax a bit. “But they’re trying to figure it out. You didn’t make it very hard.”

“Well I didn’t say a name.”

“Yeah so you let them pick from the six men your age who have been on this server. Like I said you’re dumb.”

She sat up and got out of her bed, letting Ranboo sit next to her on speaker. She went to her desk and booted up her computer. She pulled up twitch on one monitor and Twitter on another. Loading up the streaming site, she sorted through all of us Phil’s new clips to look for last night. She found it quickly and began playing it.

“Have you been awake long?”

“Yeah. But I had a few people come visit me.... Niki and Ran came by.”

“Aw you sound disappointed.”

“Well I wanted somebody to come by but I guess he was too busy.”

Philza’s laugh echoed through her monitor’s speakers. “Yeah? And who’s that somebody?”

“I can’t tell you who I have a crush on.”

The clip ended with Philza glancing wide eyed between the camera and his computer monitors. y/n sighed and looked over at her other monitor. Her twitch name was trending. She clicked on the tag and scrolled through countless tweets of clips of her and other boys from the Origins SMP. There were ones of her and Jack, her and Charlie, her and Wilbur, her and Sneeg, and even her and Tommy or Tubbo. She took the time to respond to ones of her and the younger boys, emphasizing that if anyone was going to speculate anything it wasn’t going to be with her and children.

“Ran, what do I do?”

“Ignore it? It’s not like you have an actual crush on any one right?”

She paused, chewing the inside of her cheek. “Ran..”

“Oh! Oh my god!” He started laughing and y/n could hear him fall from his chair onto the floor. He kept laughing as he got up. “Oh please tell me who it is-“

“No! I’m an adult! I don’t have crushes on boys.”

“Oh that is fake!” He kept laughing and y/n rested her head in her hands. “You know you might as well tell me who it is.”

“Yeah fucking right.”

“I’ll black mail you.”

“No you won’t!”

“I’ll show Tubbo your number and he’ll leak it.”

“To who.”

“The discord.”

y/n rolled her eyes. “Yeah yeah yeah. When are you getting on.”

“An hour-ish.”

“I’ll see you then.”

“Alright byeeeeeee.”

Ranboo ended the call and y/n sighed. If she told Ranboo who she liked, he’d eventually tell Tubbo, who’d eventually tell Tommy, until he told someone and so on so forth. They were teenage boys. It wasn’t a very lucrative group. And Tommy seemed to record with Charlie almost every week. It seemed impossible to get by without disrupting something.

y/n went on to busy herself around her home for the next hour or so, doing some cleaning and other chores that had to be done. When she finished, she made her way to her pc to begin recording. She wasn’t planning on a live stream today, but a recording session would still do her channel good.

As she sat to boot up Mojang, she pulled up discord on her second monitor. She saw the kids already in a call; Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo.

“Hey boys.” She slipped on her headphones as she entered the call, but they were all yelling.

“DON’T YELL AT ME.”

“I’L YELL AT WHOEVER I WANT WHEN I KNOW I’M RIGHT.”

“ARE YOU TOMMY? ARE YOU RIGHT?”

“Hi y/n.” Both boys stopped yelling as Tubbo pointed out that she had arrived. “Ranboo’s live by the way.”

“Thanks Tubbo. Are you guys on origins?”

“Yep!”

“Great, I’ll be on in a sec.” As she opened the world, she spawned somewhere she didn’t remember. It was dark around her, like she was swallowed by obsidian. “Uhhh, boys? I might be stuck.”

“I told you! I told you I was right! Chat tell Ranboo he’s an idiot!” Tommy started yelling again as Ranboo tried to tell him to shut up.

“That doesn’t explain why I’m surrounded by obsidian. I don’t have a pick!”

“Well, y/n,” she looked over to her discord call to see all the boys had their cameras on now. They all sat with their hands crossed while wearing sunglasses. Ranboo had his full mask on. Meaning he probably had camera on for his stream. Tubbo cleared his throat as he kept talking. “We have some questions for you.”

“If I answer can I get out of here?”

“If you answer honestly.” Ranboo leaned forwards a bit. “You told Philza Minecraft you had a crush on someone, correct?”

“Yeah. Sure. Might I add you’re all immature?”

“Is this crush, a man? Hmm?” Tommy tipped his sunglasses downwards slightly.

“Yes. How many more questions?”

“You’re not done. Is it someone on this server?”

“Does that matter Tubbo?”

“YES.” All the boys shouted in unison.

“Jeez fine. He has played on multiple servers, this could be one of them.”

Tommy slammed his fist on his desk. “HONESTY.”

“YES. HE IS.”

Ranboo gave a fake evil chuckle. “So it’s someone we know. A man we know. A gamer we know. One of us.”

“Yeah yeah.” y/n quickly pulled up twitch on her third monitor, making sure that he wasn’t watching Ranboo’s stream.

“Now y/n. I’m muted on my stream right now. Is it Wilbur?”

“Uhh…” He was there. He was watching the stream. Whatever she answered, he’d know.

“Wilbur! It’s Wilbur!” The boys started cheering as she realized that she didn’t quite answer. But as long as Charlie didn’t know the truth.

“Yeah. Can I come out now?” She watched charlie’s name disappear from the chat. In her game, Ranboo’s character came over to set her free from the obsidian.

“Thank you for your honesty.”

“Yeah no worries. I’ll see you later boys.” She logged out of the server and scooted away from the monitors. She knew she made a bigger problem for herself.

She walked over to her bedside table, taking her phone off the charge, and went to face time Wilbur. He picked up quickly, holding the phone extremely close to his face.

“y/n!”

“Are you streaming?”

“No not at the moment.”

“Great because I fucked something up.”

“Oooooh tell me.” Wilbur propped up his phone in front of him and took a drink of something in a mug.

“So the children- did you see the clip from Phil’s stream?”

“Absolutely. Continue.”

“They went and cornered me into telling who my crush is. And they said you and I was distracted so they assumed you-“

“Is it me?”

“No fuck off. But now everyone thinks it’s you and even worse, the actual person was watching! He thinks I have a crush on you and I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”

Wilbur nodded. “Well who is?”

y/n pursed her lips, thinking for a moment before admitting the truth out loud for the first time. “Charlie.”

Wilbur froze, then scrambled to pick up his phone. “I have to go.”

“WILBUR NO.”

The line went dead from Wilbur’s end and y/n groaned, chucking her phone against her pillows. She rubbed at her eyes with her palms, deciding she might as well continue recording.

y/n logged back onto the Origins server, keeping herself out of the active discord calls. She could see that the three boys were still in a call, and Wilbur was talking with Philza. She rolled her shoulders back, getting into the mindset to record.

“Hey everybody!” y/n went on start the recording, talking mostly to herself about finishing construction on her house. It was quite a tall house, built of mostly stone and cobble, but she was still proud of it. The bottom two floors were reserved for storage and mining, and there was one room of entirely water for Niki. The top floor was a large spread patio frames in by dark oak fencing with a glass roof surrounded by dark oak half slabs. Her being a skeleton in the game, having a vantage point helped her snipe enemy mobs. It was also conviennent for attacking creepers to get music discs. She had quite the collection growing already.

“Okay so if I-“ y/n paused, looking over at her other monitor. In the main chat of the Origins SMP server, Wilbur had a sent a singular message.

WilburSoot: dress formally for an event in 2 hours time hosted at the Pubé

y/n took a breath, a bit nervous of what that meant, but still responded to let him know she would be there. In the meantime, she continued on her video, taking the 2 hour period to build herself a lovely garden area and an additional storage area deep underground.

“Thank you everyone! I hope to see you all soon.” She ended the recording and took a breath. There were 15 minutes until Wilbur’s event, and she supposed she had to dress nicer than her pajamas.

A moment later, she returned to her computer wearing her favorite sweater and a comfortable pair of pants. Looking over at discord, she could see most of the Origins SMP members in a discord call together, excluding only Schlatt, Technoblade, and SMajor. She took a breath, thinking for a moment, then clicked into the call.

“Hello?”

“y/n!!!” Jack’s voice screamed through her headphones.

“Sorry he’s a bit loud.”

“OI. AM NOT.”

“Come down mate.” Philza cleared his throat. “y/n. Lovely to have you.”

“Thanks Phil.”

“Before we start, no one’s live at all.”

She paused cueing up the game, her mouse hovering over the server. “Before we start what?”

No one answered. Quietly, she entered the server and made her way to the Pubé.

“Welcome to event of the century.” Ranboo’s character jumped up and down. Every one stood in the Pubé facing her.

“Alright. And what kind of event is this?”

“A ball! With food and drink provided by Philza and music provided by Tommy.” Wilbur’s character ran over to the jukebox in the corner to show her.

“That’s lovely, Will. Was I supposed to be more dressed up?”

“I think you’re perfect as is.” Charlie’s character jumped up and down. She paused, trying to swallow the giddy feeling rising in her chest.

“Let’s begin! Tommy, the music?” Wilbur turned the the teen as he placed the music discs. y/n watched everyone pair off, leaving her and Wilbur alone. Wilbur walked over to her, hitting her playfully.

“Hey Wilbur.” y/n looked over as the two went into a separate call.

“y/n!!! How are you doing? Enjoying the party?”

“Well I haven’t been here very long.” She held her hands closed over her lap. “Wilbur, I feel like there’s something going on here.”

“It’ll be fine. Trust me?”

She sighed, a smile playing at her lips. “Fine.”

“Good.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “Maybe dance around a bit. I’m going to talk with Phil.”

They both left the chat, Wilbur entering a call of just him and Philza and y/n entering the main room. The music was still playing. Everyone seemed to have split off into groups, leaving her alone. She sat by herself, watching everyone mingle about. It was only her in the main call, leaving everyone else in groups, but it was nice. She turned her head to watch her second monitor, seeing Charlie move out of the call with Wilbur and Philza to the main room with herself.

“H-Hey there.” She watched Charlie’s small character bounce over to her. “How’s it hangin?”

“Oh. Uhm. Good I guess. It’s nice to see you back on the server.”

“Yeah I guess I haven’t played in a while. I mean I haven’t streamed that much either but I’ve been recording.”

“That’s nice!”

“Yeah. I mean I’ve been able to watch other streams though.”

y/n thought back Ranboo’s stream earlier in the day, knowing full well Charlie had been watching that one. “Right.”

“We don’t have to talk about it. I mean I know how you feel.”

“Oh. Oh no please tell me Wilbur didn’t say anything.” y/n rubbed at her forehead with the heel of her palms. Convincing the internet she was in love with Wilbur Soot had been a problem in its own, but Wilbur telling Charlie she had a crush on him? “Look Charlie I’m sorry I didn’t want him to tell you it’s just- god you’re so nice and funny and really cute and it’s a stupid crush I never wanted to ruin our friendship. I’m so sorry Charlie.”

The other end of the call was quiet for a moment, but then she head Charlie almost laugh. “You have a crush on me?”

The realization washed over like a tsunami. He’d been talking about the stream, Wilbur hadn’t said anything. “God no wait Charlie-“

“On me? You have a crush on me?”

“Okay now you’re just rubbing it in. I take it back.”

“You can’t take that back!”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to.”

y/n paused, a smile creeping on her face. “Are you telling me that you have a crush on me over a Minecraft server?”

“You said it first!”

She glanced over at the camera on her computer for a moment. “We could have avoided this the whole time?”

“I- yeah we could’ve.”

y/n giggled, resting her face in her hands. “Is this our first date then?

“No!” She could hear Charlie suck in a breath. “I mean, let me take you somewhere better. Just give me a few days?”

“Days? That’s speedy isn’t it?”

“Okay Maybe weeks. But I’ll take you somewhere. Anywhere. Trust me.”

“Of course.”

She could hear Charlie laugh on the other end of the call. “Until then, how much time do we have to make up for?”

She smiled, settling herself into her chair. “Charlie, more than you could ever think.”

#charlie slimecicle #charlie slimecicle x reader #slimecicle #slimecicle x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp #origins smp

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