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suguruplsr · 8 months

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Your daddy’s bestest friend

✰ ✰ ✰ your daddy’s best friend is so nice !

જ⁀➴ it should be despicable how long i’ve spent on this so the warnings might not be accurate and maybe a few typos i looked over 🙁

,, dads best friend toji! whose also a dilf! x fem!reader, porn with little plot , small fic , pet names (sweet girl, darlin’, sweetheart, baby, princess) , age gap (reader in college, 20’s) , oral (m & f receiving) , unprotected , dumbification , overstimulation , degrading (wrds: whore, slut, brat) , slapping (like twice) , brat taming , lots of cum, reader gets like really horny at some point—

divider from @/cafekitsune

you were happy that your dad was finally able to go out and enjoy his life while in his late 40's, now no longer having to hover over his daughter, or take care of her all on his own.

being in college, still living with your parent, and having a part time job as a server had it's lows, but with the help of your dad and a few generous tips at work, you knew you'd finally able to move out his house in a few months. much to his dismay.

the idea of finally being a independent adult and living on your own was as exciting as it was scary. even your dad was a little worried from how eager you were to leave him, and maybe you did feel some dread about leaving.

Well, the dread of not being able to see the new friend your dad made some months ago, Toji, whom you've gotten accustomed to seeing on their football nights and eventually, every other day.

he was laid back and chill with no care in the world almost. his muscular figure always sprawled out on the couch, giving you casual greetings with a smug smirk and pet names whenever your dad wasn't around. after a week or two of coming over, you began to see him around the house often.

the annoyance of him constantly coming over slowly dissipated and now you enjoy noticing those fleeting glances he gave you. knowing well that you were doing the same.

It's just that, sometimes, you couldn't help but sneak down to the kitchen for a few snacks or drinks while they watched the game. just so you could eye him a for a good few seconds. he surely had to be in his 30's, despite the rough tone of his voice, and his obvious older age. but there's no way someone who like him, was around your fathers age.

and perhaps you've let your eyes trail a bit lower some times, trying to go unnoticed as you visibly gulp at the bulge that peeked through his pants. always excusing yourself to be alone to those scenarios of how you'd make sure you get at least one night with him before you leave.

thinking about his large build that towered over you. huge hands that would cup your body just right. you could tell just from the way he has to spread his legs wide to get comfortable, that he had a thick cock. 'he'd definitely be a good fuck' , you always thought to yourself.

and maybe today could be your chance.

"Dad, i'm not a child. you know I don't need to be watched over."

You crossed your arms with a small huff, your disapproving eyes meeting your fathers. Okay, you were a little excited that you'd be alone with Toji, but your judgement got in the way.

"I'm leaving for over a week sweetie, I just want to make sure you're going to be taken care of."

Your dad sighed reassuringly, shaking his head and parting from the hug, opening the door of his black 2013 ford edge SE sport. "I love you sweetheart. Toji i’m sure you—"

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of her." Toji waved him off with a smile, you following in suit, ignoring the dangerous way those words rolled off his tongue as your dad pulled off. you couldn't help but feel as if there was another meaning to them

After wards you both walked in, Toji watching as you walked to the stairs. "You're a daddy's girl aren't ya?" he smirks, sitting on the couch and grabbing the remote.

"Well he's who I grew up with so it's only natural." your voice got quieter with each word as you watched his legs instinctively spread to get comfortable. your eyes flickered back up to his, embarrassment flooding your body when you saw his eyes already looking at you.

"Mind getting closer? Couldn't hear ya sweet girl." he chuckles, putting down the remote and gesturing you over to him. his eyes had a small gleam to them that almost made your knees buckle as you walked over to him. sitting on the other end of the couch.

Eventually you two ended up talking about more than just your dad. he even told you about his son and that he was currently co-parenting. while you told him all about your college life, from the nerve wracking work to the frat parties you occasionally attended.

You didn't even realize how much time had past until Toji was asking what pizza you'd like so he could order. which led to you two to watching a horror movie which he had chosen.

"How can they be so stupid.." your rolled your eyes, watching the classic 'pick me blonde girl' die with her boyfriend. you had unconsciously laid your head on his shoulder long ago, small comments about the characters leaving your lips every few minutes.

"s'posed to be entertainment." he replied with a chuckle, amused by your distain. "wanna watch somethin' else?" you could feel his voice vibrating against your body.

"this'll be fine. just wanna see how it ends." you sigh, reaching over to the counter on his side, only to feel his hand clutch your waist. "don't want ya to spill anything." he mumbles, guiding you back as he hands you your drink.

Yet he didn't move his hand, the pads of his fingers pressing comfortably into your skin and massaging you. after a few moments of silence and hidden glances you decided to take your chance, letting him put up your drink and while you swiftly leaned more into his hold.

his hand was draped across your back and your head on his chest. "well aren't you gettin' comfortable.." he hums, holding your legs on his lap, his other hand moving along your thigh. "maybe." your purr with a smile, watching as his eyes looked down at you with a look that made your stomach turn in excitement.

"You don't really care about the movie do you?" he smirks, his tone low as his hands nearly slip under your shorts, close to the hem of your panties. "Not really. I got other entertainment." you said smugly, moving your hips so his hands could reach further up your shorts. "fuckin' knew it" he says breathlessly, squeezing your thigh and pulling you fully onto his lap, your legs around his thighs.

"Saw you starin'.. those frat boys don't take care of ya?" the pad of his thumb pressed your bud through your flimsy underwear. rubbing around to feel your wetness. "they don't do a good job y'know.. want someone more experienced." you smile, holding onto his shoulders as you sat up and let him pull down your shorts.

he sighs at the sight of you, only in a tight t-shirt and underwear. on his lap. "I'll take care of ya sweetheart, sittin' so pretty f'me." his fingers slid your underwear to the side, one hand holding them to the side and the other slowly sliding up and down your folds.

"Make sure you take, o-oh! um.. extra care of me." his middle finger teased around your hole before pushing in, making you take a sharp breath. he chuckles at your stammering, placing a kiss on your nipples that poked through your t shirt. "I got you baby."

his finger curls inside you in a back and forth motion, slowly inching deeper and spreading your walls wider for him to slide in his ring finger. the feeling made you squirm, “Toji!” you whine in his ear and fall more into his hold, much to his enjoyment.

"your hear that? what a messy girl you are.." he groans, his voice having a teasing edge. you held back your moans, listening to the squelching sound of your cunt wetting his fingers. you felt him move your underwear more, gently pressing his thumb on your bud and rubbing it.

a broken moan escapes your lips at the stimulation, your thighs beginning to shake as you rolled your hips deeper onto his fingers. "m'close! please, just like that. please make me cum!" you whimper, nails digging into his back as you chased the feeling building up inside you.

"oh look at you.. gonna make a mess on me. sweet girl?." he murmurs in your ear, his fingers scissoring your hole. the movement of his thumb started to become faster while his tongue licked your hard buds through your shirt. making the hot feeling of your release rush through you.

your pussy squeezed his fingers tight as you came, a loud porn-worthy moan leaving your lips. he let you continue to ride out your orgasm, his fingers slow and tantalizing, until your moans died down into small blabbering.

"so fucking hot." he groans, removing his fingers and finally pulling you in for a kiss. your lips sloppily mesh together as you unbuckle his jeans. "want you so bad. please." you whine, struggling to undress him amidst heated moment.

"you got me spoiling you huh? i got you sweet thing. just take this off baby." he pulled the strap of your underwear, standing up and undressing himself. you eagerly followed, then sitting up on the couch, on your knees so you were eye level with the thick girth put in front of you.

"can i?" you mumble, glancing up at Toji. your mouth practically watering at the sight of his thick hard cock dripping with pre cum. so tauntingly close to your lips. "of course darlin’." his smirk was wiped off his face at the feeling of your hand's beginning to jerk his cock.

moving closer, you stuck out your tongue, his pre falling into your mouth. a guttural sound rumbled through his body from your filthy act. his cock twitching with need. "fuck. c'mon baby ne—" you cut him off by leaning up and wrapping your tongue around his tip.

your lips slid onto his cock and you swirled your tongue around him hungrily. flickering your eyes up, you studied him with a look of desire. the sound of his groans made your pussy clench on nothing but air. his hand reaches down and runs through your hair, nearly gripping it every time you kissed and licked one of the veins along his cock. but Toji wasn’t going to ruin your fun tonight, he had days to ram into those cute glossy lips of yours.

"could cum just like this." he says breathlessly a small whine, nearly, falling from his lips. he closes his eyes with a mutter praise when your mouth took almost all of him in. you hummed, slowly sliding your mouth along him and setting a good pace, one hand holding onto his thigh while the other wrapped around the base of his cock. matching the pace of your mouth.

he bites his lip, looking down at you with hazy eyes and slowly grinding himself into your mouth. "m'gonna cum. keep it in your mouth. gotta see how disgusting you are, heh" you acknowledge him with a small hum, sucking him off with a sudden fervor that made him cover his grunts as he spills into your mouth.

you milked him, all of his cum tainting your mouth white. you stick out your tongue that was heavy with his seed, “gonna turn you into a dirty slut. swallow it f’me princess.” Toji groans, noticing your how your thighs clenched together. you came just from sucking him off. making him chuckle and bend down to you, pushing you back on the couch as he pries your legs open.

“pretty pussy leakin’ cus of me? how cute.” you meet his eyes as you swallow his thick cum, savoring the salty taste. “did so well for you Toji! please fuck me. wanna cum on your cock..” you plead, squirming at the feeling of his hands playing with the cum that stuck to your skin all around your pussy. “since you asked so nicely” he says lowly, sitting beside you and moving you onto his lap.

your cock hungry self immediately grabbed his tip, lining him with your hole and then taking him all in one go. your pussy slamming down on his cock.

“fuuuuckkkk! y-you know how to take dick huh?” he grunts, holding your thighs down tightly as he tries to not lose himself in your tight cunt. you clenched around him, body slumped against his chest as you already felt another orgasm approach. “Toji please! let me move, wanna cum!” you whine, tears building at the way you pussy twitched around his girth. making your mind feel fuzzy.

before you could continue your rant, Toji held you up by your waist, then slamming you back down. a smug smile playing on his lips at the sight of your eyes immediately rolling back, cute little moans leaving you. “you’re a fucking brat—“ he does it again, adding a slap to your ass as you come back down on his cock. “but it’s okay, just gotta—“ he groans, slamming you down on him again before switching your positions into a mating press, shuffling a pillow underneath you before laying you on it.

“just gotta put you in your place. damn slut.” he smirks down at you, reducing you into blabbers of his name and how good his cock is as he thrusts into you. “where did my cock drunk whore go?” he mocks, his cock deep as he wipes the fat tears that rolled down your face, then he slaps your breast, watching how it jiggled while he thrusted into you.

“Toji! m’sorry! was t-too greedy, fuck!” you sob, taking another thrust, hands trying, and pitifully failing, to push his pelvis away. he was wrecking your puffy pussy. “i ain’t ask all that.” he swats your hands away, instead pinning them up and beginning to quickly thrust into your soaking cunt.

“might forgive you if you cum on this cock. said you was gon’ do that right? go ahead. dumb slut.” he tugs your body higher with your wrists, hitting your pussy at an angle that made your thighs shake. straining as he feels his cock about to spurt into you. “gonna cum for you Toji!!” you cry clenching tightly around him, your messy pussy cumming all over him while he shoots his seed into you.

“this pussy is a fuckin’ vice.” he groans, slowly pulling out of you, hushing your whines with a deep kiss, pulling you onto his lap as he gets comfortable on the couch. he begins kisssing away your tears and sobs. “toji.. fuck i can—“

he kisses you, the massaging of his hands into your plush body slowly bringing you from your high. “shh, s’okay. gotta fuck you in the shower. messy, just like this.”

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lizzyk137 · 27 days

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The Technical Analyst and the Boy Genius: Spencer x Reader

Summary: You finally get your dream job working as a technical analyst for the BAU, but one team member isn't happy you're there. Warnings: Angst, talk of death, guns, shootings, stomach wounds

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Five years. It took you five years to make it where you are today. Five years of no sleep, constant anxiety and a need to get where you want to be.

You worked your butt off in school to get your many degrees, but your hidden passion was computer work. Getting into the many cracks that was hidden and searching for answers or for what was in the unknown. It was what made you so useful to the FBI.

Throughout your five years of working for the FBI, you had been with multiple units as a technical analyst, helping your coworkers save the day on different missions. It brought you more joy than you would have thought it did when you stepped into the FBI building all those years ago.

Within that time, you've joined your teams on and off the field helping, and you struggled with what you liked better, field work or office work. Either way, you were helping. So, when you got the offer to transfer to the FBI's BAU, though you were sad to leave your team, you jumped at the chance to work with the group that was your end goal. And that was because of one person.

Penelope.

You both had only met a handful of times, your schedules always opposite of each other and your work bringing you to different locations didn't help either. But she was your mentor and her word was gospel. It had started your first year at the FBI, you had hacked into her computers just for fun and since then you were best friends. And now you were finally getting to work right were you wanted to be.

"Oh my god, oh my god, it's you! It's really you!" Penn gasped out once she saw you make your way through the double doors of the BAU's bull pen. She squished you into a hug, disregarding the fact you had a huge box in your hand.

You laughed in her embrace and your free hand circled her back. "I know it feels like a dream!"

You stood there chatting for a second before a smooth masculine voice came from behind Penn. "I heard we were getting a new partner in crime, I didn't think she'd be this beautiful." He stopped besides Penelope before saying to her, "Not as beautiful as you, baby girl."

You smiled at the exchange between the two. You had done your research on the team, Penn suppling you with random lists she made of each member to help you get to know them better. "You must be Derek Morgan, it's a pleasure to meet you." You said, stretching out your one good hand to shake.

"You know me?" Derek chuckled, as he shook your hand.

"I've done my research." You winked at him before laughing.

"See, she'll fit right in." Penn said before grabbing your hand and introducing you to everyone.

Two weeks had flown by since you started working besides Penn. It was awkward at first getting to know the team and how each one worked, but you didn't mind. It was the awkward bits that made it fun. You had managed to nail down how everyone worked and what they expected, except for Spencer. He was upset at you randomly, bickering at the things you said or just wanting the news from Penelope. Rossi told you it was because he didn't like change, and not to take it personally. But as the days went by, it was starting to, not matter how hard you were telling yourself to power through.

It wasn't until a case that required you specifically was when he started acting differently.

It was a strange case, the UnSub would implant a virus into large computer server farms, where he would kill his victims by using flashing lights and noises through their computers to send them into a deathly seizure. The only way to rid this virus was to remove the discs that were implanted in person while also blocking it remotely from getting to people. It was a two-person job, and Hotch decided it was best to fly you out with them since you were cleared for field work.

Spencer wasn't thrilled and he made it known, Hotch sending him looks to shut him up when he started. You didn't mind when he wasn't besides you, you could ignore it like you used to when you had similar thoughts from people on your old teams, but when Hotch paired you two together with Derek that's when it started to annoy you and it just got worse as the day went on.

"Do you ever shut up?" You asked him that night at the police station. Everyone was trying to figure where the UnSub would strike next, but all Spencer could do was dismiss everything you'd say.

The room grew silent when you finally snapped. Derek and Emily biting their lips to stop from smiling because you finally stuck up for yourself.

"I don't care if you're a genius. You don't know computers like I do. If I were the UnSub, I would strike here. It's a huge server farm with plenty of rooms full of servers to sneak this virus in. He's gone with all smaller farms before and has been building his way up. He's cocky, and he isn't going to stop until he hits the biggest farms." Spencer stood quiet, watching you as you took a deep breath in before you tilted your head at him. "Oh, and did I forget to mention, I have several degrees in Psychology and Criminal Justice along with degrees in almost every field on computer work?"

The room broke out into chuckles, Spencer remaining silent. Rossi gave you a pat on the back with a small wink. "I think you finally broke him. Good job."

The next day, you were once again paired up with Spencer, this time alone. He was quiet as you drove and didn't say a word until you were at the farm when he grabbed you and whispered to be quiet.

You looked at him shocked, he wasn't one for physical touch, especially to new people and you knew it wouldn't happen with you with how much he disliked you. He pointed at the hallway that upon inspection had droplets of blood going down it. Spencer drew his weapon and stepped in front of you as you both headed down the hall to find a security guard leaning against the wall bleeding from several gunshot wounds.

Spencer called for an ambulance and back up before saying, "I'm Doctor Reid with the FBI, what happened?""

The man struggled to sit up so he could talk. You helped him up, pressing your sweater against his wounds. "A man came in, shot me and headed to our main server room. I tried to lock down the doors before he could get in, but he shot the control booth and shot me again."

You looked up at the control panel in the small room next to you. Spencer replaced your hands on the man's stomach and nodded for you to take a look. The panel was beyond fixing, the only way into the server room was to unlock it by hacking into the lock on the door. You looked back Spencer who was holding the man up as he reassured him help was on the way.

"The only way to open the room is accessing the panel box on the door. We're going to have get to the main room." Spencer nodded and helped looked at the security guard next to him.

"Tell me how to do it, you stay here with him."

"It's not something you can just figure out, it's something I need to do."

"No, Y/L/N. It's too dangerous, you're just an office worker."

You sent him an annoyed look. "I'm more qualified than you think I am."

"You may think you're qualified, but they didn't give you a gun. So, tell me what to do."

You looked at him and sighed. There was no way he could unlock the access panel in time to stop the UnSub and arguing back and forth was stalling you both. You could either give him the information and hope he figures it out or break away from Spencer and do it yourself.

In no way did you want credit or glory in taking down an UnSub, you just wanted to stop him. You didn't want him to take more lives than he already had, and this server farm was huge, and he could easily kill hundreds if he wanted too. Wasting time was ideal in this situation. You could have your badge taken away or be removed from the team, but you knew you had to try. So, you did the opposite of what the boy genius was telling you to do, and that was to sprint out of the control room, Spencer screaming for you to come back as you headed to the main server room.

You looked at the control panel on the side wall, pulling the frame off of it before plugging in your phone to it and taking over the controls. Your brain felt like it was on fire with how hard you were trying to find the specific number pattern to help your phone out. Once you figured it out you could easily hack into main control system and open the door. But you still had the UnSub to think about. He already shot up the security guard which he hasn't done before. So, you had to figure he was by the door, gun ready for you to come in. You were a few seconds away to opening up the door when an angry Spencer came running your way, his face red with anger.

You didn't have time to think, you just did. You launched yourself at Spencer, knocking him over as the door opened and bullets flew towards you.

Spencer was stunned with your body draped over his, your sweet perfume mixing with his woodsy scent. He watched you quickly get up, somehow dodging the few bullets that was shot at you before knocking the gun out of the UnSub's hand with a roundhouse kick before swiftly taking him the ground, his face smooshed into the ground. You looked like an angel and his brain couldn't comprehend what just happened.

The sound of footsteps heading his way and JJ leaning down to check on him brought Spencer back to reality. You single handedly stopped an UnSub with a roundhouse kick while saving his life a few seconds earlier.

Hotch quickly took over from you and handcuffed the UnSub. "Go, I got this."

You nodded and looked at the hundreds of servers in front of you, analyzing which ones could contain the virus. The team watched you as you figured which ones had it and how many there were. The rest of the day was spent disarming the virus, Spencer following you around as you went holding onto whatever you gave him.

"Hey, Y/N." Spencer's voice came from behind you as you made your way to the plane's stairs.

You turned aorund to find him staring at you, nervousness written all over his face. "Yeah?"

He cleared his throat. "Um, I just wanted to thank you for back at the server farm. You knew what needed to be done, and you were able to stop the virus before it could take another life. So good job back there."

A smile crept onto your face at how nervous he was to thank you. "No problem. I have anti-terrorist training from one of the old units I worked with. We profile and anticipate their next moves so it was pretty similar."

"You were a field agent?" He asked, as he made his way up the stairs behind you.

"Yeah, I worked on and off the field in my old units. It helps me from going stir crazy." You laughed and took a seat on the couch, Spencer joining you.

"Wow, and the karate?"

"Oh, I was a gymnast and did karate growing up."

The rest of the plane ride you spent talking with Spencer about your old units and your interests.

Emily looked over at Rossi and Derek before nodding over to the two of you. "Looks like they're going to be inseparable soon."

"Looks like you and Penelope have some competition." Rossi chuckled.

"Baby girl and I are going to have to step it up."

JJ tuned around in her seat to join the conversation. "Looks like Spence is already pretty comfortable."

The team looked over to see your head on Spencer's shoulder and his on rest on the top of yours, sleep finally catching up to you two.

Hotch sighed at the two of you. "Don't tell me I'm going to have to watch them too."

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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am I the asshole for backing out of dm-ing for a campaign?

🤖⚡ <- so I can find it later

characters in story (fake names)

me (17m)

cory (19x)

sara (19f)

gray (21x)

I was recently invited to a DND campaign by some people I'm friends/acquaintances with on discord.

For some context, this campaign would be mostly played by first-timers, had a little under ten people, and was mostly comprised of adults. It's a cyberpunk universe extremely different from the standard dnd story, with expansive lore and worldbuilding.

Cory, a friend-of-a-friend suggested I join as I'm a creative and they were interested in seeing me participate. Shortly after I joined they expressed a want for a DM, which I offered to be. I've DM'ed twice before, but only for small groups with standard stories. I assumed that's what this would be, then I was pinged with around 10 multi page google docs, reddit posts, etc. And then around five more people joined.

I invited my friend Gray who has more experience in DND than anyone there, and they joined. Gray doesn't know the group besides Sara briefly, but was happy to participate since they liked the plot synopsis I sent them.

Gray was routinely ignored by everyone except me whenever they talked, and were often railroaded by Cory during character creation anytime they were given the time of day.

I messaged Gray apologizing for it after it happened twice, explained I wasn't close with most of them, etc. Gray was sympathetic and agreed to stay since they had faith in me DMing and the story.

Today I woke up to multiple cases of Gray being ignored. In another server I told Gray I was unsure of my DMing skills, which they understood and suggested I drop out if needbe. I agreed with this. I planned to do it in a day or two,

But this evening I was pinged by Cory suggesting we start the campaign in a week, which is something I absolutely cannot do.

I put my foot down and explained that as a junior in highschool I don't have the time or energy to read thousands of words, write a plot for a couple sessions, and organize the maps for the sessions. I apologized for promising to DM, then dropping out.

Cory was understanding, but Sara, a close friend who knows me a lot more, began saying things like "We need to find someone to DM or all hope is lost" (I am paraphrasing) which caught me off guard. I asked if I could still remain in the server since I really enjoyed the plot and Cory said "If people are okay with it."

I'm honestly pretty hurt by that. To think these people were only going to allow my company if I managed the entire thing is pretty hurtful, but then again I did volunteer. The entire campaign was Cory's idea, so I'm still pretty taken aback they were expecting someone else to DM period. Gray has suggested they and I do a campaign independently which I'd love, but I still feel like I failed Gray and Sara by not delivering the dungeon master I promised.

TLDR, I offered to DM for a group I'm not very close with before realizing it was more than I could handle, and dropped out without much notice.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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atthebell-moved · 10 months

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Updated QSMP AO3 Work Language Stats-- as of July 9th, 2023

Hello! Doing an update to my June 6th, 2023 QSMP AO3 stats post going over the languages QSMP works are tagged with, one month (approx.) later. Feel free to refresh yourself with last month's data, as I'll be referencing it throughout this post.

We're just going to start off with the plain stats, and then we'll do comparisons to a month ago as well as analysis. The analysis will probably be similar to last time, as I don't think a ton has changed. Long post ahead!

Fun tidbits at the start:

QSMP has 2147 works as of today (July 9, 2023)! That's a difference of 714 works from the original 1433 works, so about a 50% increase.

English is still the most commonly tagged language, and its percentage has actually gone up a small amount since last month. Brazilian Portuguese has also gone up to 3.07%, while Spanish has slightly decreased in terms of percentage.

Some new languages added to the mix! There's now one work written in Malaysian Malay, and French finally has some works.

Speaking of! There's now works in all of the four spoken languages on the server :D

I used the same methodology as last time, which was to manually filter by each language I expected to have works, then do the math to make sure I wasn't missing any. You can check the previous post to find that info as well as how I got my AO3 total works stats.

Okay! Now onto numbers:

Getting into the stats:

QSMP Works

[Image Description: A table with three columns; the first lists languages, the second the number of works, and the third the percentage of total works. For the languages column, each language is listed first in that language and then in English in parentheses, and English, Spanish, Brazilian Portuguese, and French are all color-coded to indicate that they are spoken on the server. End ID.]

The most commonly tagged language, like I said above, is English, with 1751 works or 81.56% of total works in the QSMP fandom tag.

The second most commonly tagged language is Spanish, with 317 works and 14.76% of the fandom. Next is Brazilian Portuguese at 66 works and 3.07%.

French has works now! There are 5 works, which is about 0.23% of works in the fandom tag.

And the next four are not spoken on the server, but several are unsurprising (discussed in the previous stats post, but reiterated below): Mandarin at 3 works and 0.14%, Russian at 2 works with 0.09%, Latin at 1 work with 0.05%, Esperanto at 1 work with 0.05%, and Malaysian Malay at 1 work with 0.05%.

Preliminary observations! English, like I said, has gone up a bit in terms of percentage, as has Brazilian Portuguese, while Spanish has gone down. It's not a huge percentage difference, but I'll discuss my limited theories as to why that change might've happened.

The only really new language this month, as French was expected to get works since it's spoken on the server, is Malaysian Malay. I don't know a ton about Malay in general, so I don't want to speak too much about it in terms of population, but if any Malay speakers or Southeast Asians familiar with it have anything to add, feel free! This work is a translation of an English work by the same author, which is rad; I'll talk a bit more about translations below. Otherwise I don't have any particular observations other than wanting to note that it's a new language and I'm happy to see it!

Across All fandoms

[Image Description: The same table as above, this time with numbers for all fandoms across AO3. End ID.]

The most commonly tagged language is English at 10,154,701 works and 89.31% of all works on AO3.

Spanish has 133,743 works and 1.18%

Brazilian Portuguese has 31,218 works and 0.27%

French has 53,917 works and 0.47%

Mandarin has 638,576 works and 5.61%

Russian has 241,121 works and 2.12%

Latin has 165 works and 0.0015%

Esperanto has 106 works and 0.00093%

Malaysian Malay has 119 works and 0.001%

I don't have a ton of new observations for this, as I don't think any changes were all that significant, and QSMP is so much smaller than the total works that comparison is more helpful in terms of indicating which languages are typically used on the site versus commonly spoken languages, which don't always align.

Changes Since Last Month:

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Like I said above, English, Brazilian Portuguese, and French have gone up in terms of percentage while Spanish has gone down.

Mandarin and Russian have both gained one work each, and Latin and Esperanto have stayed at one work.

New language! Malay has gained one work, a translation of an English work by the same author.

Time for analysis!

Analysis/Theories:

First thing I want to look at is the fact that Spanish has gone down in terms of percentage, and why that may be. The change is not wildly significant, and the fandom is growing fairly quickly, so I don't think it's a huge difference, but I still wanted to talk about it briefly. My biggest theory is just that as other languages have gained more works, Spanish has not grown quite as quickly in that time. Portuguese went up a bit, meaning its percentage has likely cut into Spanish's, alongside a few others gaining works. Remember that percentages work like a pie chart-- when one percentage increases, one or more of the rest must decrease. I don't have many other theories, and again, I don't think this is that huge of a difference.

French has works now! Honestly, this is completely unsurprising to me. French creators have had far more time to settle in, get involved in lore, and French fans have had more time to get interested in the server generally. Hope to see many more to come!

I don't have any significant analysis when it comes to the Malay fic, other than that I think the nature of QSMP will continue to encourage new fics in new languages. QSMP is about cross-cultural communication and encouraging people to speak their own languages as well as learn about others'; I think it makes perfect sense for people to want to write fic in their native languages, even more so than a typical fandom. Excited to see this continue, particularly in the case of minority and endangered languages.

Translation! I brought this up in the last post, so I don't want to carry on about it too much, but there are still plenty of works that are translations, which I think is very cool. Translation is a huge element of the server and of the fandom and I think it's really lovely that people took on the very arduous effort of translating theirs and others' works into other languages. Massive kudos!

Otherwise, I think my analysis from last time stands-- tl;dr, QSMP is far more likely to have Spanish and Portuguese works than AO3 generally because of the nature of the server, the server members, and the way that Spanish MCYT fandom in particular has grown in the last several years.

Last time I talked about Eng, Esp, and Prt-br speakers being really central to lore, and this time I would just add that I think several French members, namely Baghera and Etoiles, have made themselves significant within lore and just all-around fan favorites, so I hope to continue to see more works in French but also just more works about them in general. Cellbit is still hot, that hasn't changed, and I think the dynamics of streamer attractiveness aren't really something key to this kind of analysis, although they're certainly interesting.

Disclaimers, Conclusions, Final Notes:

I am not a statistician! I just think fandom stats are interesting. If I did any math wrong, please let me know. I also want to note that I'm not doing any particularly quantitative analysis here aside from turning work numbers into percentages, and that is partially intentional, as I don't think there's enough works at this time to do anything really strenuous, just to make some observations.

Going to copy-paste this note from last time, as well, as I think it's an important element about the multilingualism of the QSMP that is less common in other fandoms:

Due to the nature of the server, there is also a huge number of works that contain elements of multiple languages, ranging from a few works to a decent chunk of the dialogue swapping between languages. This is not completely unheard of in fandoms, of course, as there are many fandoms which provide the opportunity for multilingualism, but this is fun to note because it's so present in the canon itself. I would argue there's a decent number of fics that are themselves bilingual/trilingual/multilingual, and I wish AO3 had a way of tagging them as such. I'm not sure if there are any freeforms along those lines, but I have seen some folks noting in their tags that there's some amount of Spanish/Portuguese in them as well as English, and the same goes for the Spanish fics I've looked at.

^ I hope that continues to be a trend in fic, and I think that it continues the spirit of multilingualism both on the server and in the fandom.

Once again, here is the link to the stats as of June 6, 2023, and I hope you all enjoyed looking at these numbers!

#bell.txt #qsmp #qsmp stats #ao3 stats

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d34dlysinner · 5 months

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Corrupting (Astaroth smut drabble)

I wrote this to target someone like I do with a lot of people in a server. Anyway... ENJOY!

Not proofread

F!MC X Astaroth

MINORS DNI

"The girl panted... loudly as she felt.... ugh-", you said.

You were reading out an erotic scene that Astaroth gave you. Usually, you would reenact whatever one of you was reading, but today he wasn't very happy.

"You're... Such a good girl, MC. Devoid of any corruption, huh?", he said as he turned off the vibrator that was deep in you.

It made you think of a scene from before. You delayed some requests of him to help Satan. You didn't really have a choice, but to help.

"But... Right now you don't look so *good* as you act to be.", he said as he glared down at you.

"Astaroth... Please...", you whimpered as the toy was turned off the the nth time. "Please? Please what?", he started. "Finish of your words little lamb... I don't understand you if I have to guess what you mean..."

"Please... May I please cu-", your words were cut off as he suddenly cranked up the vibrator to the maximum option.

You shivered at the sudden stimulation as you felt close yet again.

"I'm-... Close-", you moaned out as tears were gathering in your eyes.

That's when he gave you a sadistic smirk. He turned off the toy again. "Only Good girls, can feel good. but right now... You're not doing what I asked...", Astaroth said as he looked at the book in your hand.

"Try again.", he said as he took a seat on a chair across you. He unbuckled his belt as he turned on the toy again. This time, like when you started, the vibrations were too low for you to feel good too.

"Read.", he said as he saw your shaky hands reach for the book again.

"The girl kissed the man... lovingly-", you started reading again.

Astaroth pulled down his pants, enough for him to take out his length as he slowly stroked it. Deep grunts left his throat as he pumped himself.

You tried to focus on the book, but his groans were too hot for you to ignore. You thought that if you maybe listened to him groaning enough you finally can cum.

"-as she stripped down completely... Her frame... seemed to shine-", you halted as you became too distracted and could only focus on Astaroth.

"Focus. On reading.", he groaned as his eyes pierced through your frame.

He turned off the toy yet again. "You try to play dirty, didn't you. Is my voice enough for you to get off to?", he asked mockingly. He knew what his effect on others was. His voice was complimented many times before. But he needed to hear the truth from you.

You nodded shyly at his question.

"Speak out. Remember what I said before.", he said.

"Yes... It-", you were cut off by the toy being turned on to its max again.

"You're getting more and more corrupted... That's my good girl...", he said as this time he allowed you to cum for the first time that evening.

You came down from the climax and thought it would finally be over, but the toy never was turned off.

"You need to be disciplined some more, though...", he said as he shone you yet again a sadistic smile while lowering the setting on the toy yet again.

"Now... Try again.", he said.

@luv3rrx AHAHAHA

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb thoughts #whb smut #whb astaroth

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cheesy09 · 6 months

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[CN] Kiro's Fateful Date

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

[WARNING: I feel like I should mention this here, but if you're not a fan of Romeo-Juliet type tragedies, then I would advise you not to read this date. Don't go in expecting a happy ending, there is no happiness to be found here. Only pain T-T]

[PART 1]

The sun forgives every sin;

The stars will tell everyone their secrets;

And the moon only sighs;

Those who think they can do anything,

Wait for the day when the sun will never come again,

You will see your truest self in the darkness.

[Flashback]

MC: Kiro, Pasha has accepted me as her student. From today on, I'm an astrologer!

MC: When you become king, I'll eliminate worries for you and the country.

Kiro and I lay side by side on the ground covered in Epiphyllum, looking up at the brilliant stars in the night sky.

Kiro: When that day comes, you'll also wear the crown and become my queen.

[End of flashback]

Pasha: How are the preparations for the new king's coronation ceremony going?

An old voice sounded behind me. I banished my thoughts and bowed down submissively.

MC: Everything is fine, teacher, but... the degree of Mars rising has changed.

[A/n: I don't really know much about astrology so forgive me if I misinterpret some of the things the characters are saying >"<]

I worriedly handed over the parchment that recorded the recent star movements.

I had looked through all the scrolls in the tower. The last time such a horoscope appeared was during the reign of the Levina Dynasty, 236 years ago. Since then, the most powerful kingdom on the continent has collapsed into seven, and they've been fighting for nearly a hundred years.

While observing my teacher, I carefully considered my words and expressed my opinions.

MC: I heard... the kingdom of Lys to the west has had some troubles with us recently;

MC: Several lords in the southeast and northwest of the country also refused to pay taxes on the grounds of a poor harvest, perhaps referring to these changes...

Pasha remained silent for a long time, straightening her haggard back slightly.

Pasha: MC, you entered the Star Tower five years ago to learn from me, and you can be said to posses very clear eyes. But what you are looking at is just a small patch of sky above your head.

She threw the parchment into the fireplace, where it gradually twisted under the firelight and emitted a pungent stench.

Pasha: Mars ascends the palace, Venus moves westward, Mercury sets again and again, and the disasters contained in the apocalypse will come true.

Pasha: War brings bloodshed, floods bring plague, and the earth will no longer protect the crops. After the famine, pale death will come in person to cut off the kingdom's future.

MC: ...!

MC: I'll write down the record and inform the king and the crown prince.

Pasha: No need. The path forward has been decided, and everything has its own reasons.

Pasha: A death can only be saved by another future.

I was stunned, unable to comprehend her intentions for a moment.

Pasha: You're an astrologer. You should see the thread of destiny yourself and guide it in the right direction.

After Pasha said that, she walked out of the gloom through the narrow door, leaving me alone to look at the crackling flames in the fireplace.

The starry sky outside the window was deep, shining with an obscure and mysterious light.

It wasn't until late at night that I finished handling the day's affairs and left the tower. There were no people along the way, only the shadows of trees swaying uneasily.

The face of the teacher in charge constantly appeared in my mind. What kind of future would it take to prevent such a terrible disaster?

Just as I was contemplating that question, a figure walking in the distance stopped me in my tracks.

His blonde hair, symbolic of the royal bloodline, shone under the moon, eclipsing everything else.

In the past, I was often enveloped in such brilliance, but ever since one winter day four years ago, he has drifted farther and farther away from me.

In the end, just a glance had turned into a luxury.

I didn't resent anything. After all, youthful ignorance was like an unripe fruit. Probably, as time went by, the former taste would be lost. It's just that I was stuck in it.

Thinking about dispelling my emotions, I saluted Kiro who was coming towards me.

MC: Good evening, Your Highness.

MC: All preparations for the coronation ceremony have been completed, please rest assured.

Kiro: Thank you for your hard work.

He nodded slightly, but did not stop, finally passing me by. Even though I tried hard not to look back, I still couldn't help but glance at him from the corner of my eye after a few seconds.

That back figure was already far away from me, almost melting into the night.

Just staying silently behind him seemed to be a good choice.

Although we could not fulfill that promise, I would guard the promise of this country as an astrologer.

I had confidence that I'd do it well.

MC: Good night, Your Highness.

I continued walking forward resolutely, not noticing the figure quietly looking back behind me, and the voice that was almost lost in the darkness.

Kiro: ...Good night.

Time passed day by day, and the preparations for the coronation ceremony finally came to an end.

MC: Finally some good sleep...

As soon as I tiredly got into bed, I suddenly remembered something and sat up at once.

MC: Oops, today's astrological records haven't been sent for storage yet!

This was one of the things that astrologers had to do every day. Even though it was late at night, I picked up the documents and hurried to the archives belonging to the astrologers.

I put the astrology chart into the file rack under the moonlight and was about to leave with a yawn when I heard the sound of a cane and words being exchanged in the corridor.

??: Pasha, I have been waiting for this day for twenty years. Lately, even those young girls can't put me to sleep.

Pasha: Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. Once the prince is crowned, the disaster predicted twenty years ago will come to an end, and the Kingdom of Kairos will definitely be peaceful in the future.

MC: ?!

While talking, the king and the teacher walked towards the study room next door, and I subconsciously followed them with slower steps.

Pasha: He will shoulder the glory of being king of a country and be buried under the night-blooming cereus, preventing disasters for the country and bringing happiness to his people.

King: Hmph, you were the one who determined the date of his birth down to the minute, forcing the queen to delay giving birth for two days and nights.

King: Putting aside the fact that the queen died as a result, can you really guarantee that this will help me avoid my fate?

The heavy sound of the astrologer's staff hitting the ground silenced the king's questioning, and the teacher's undeniable voice sounded clearly.

Pasha: I see all possibilities and judge all futures. Everything is woven and recorded by the trajectory of the stars. There is no doubt about it.

Pasha: The night is late, and the path to the tower is steep. Please retire to your bedchamber early, Your Majesty.

[PART 2]

The complex and explosive information continued to expand in my head, so that by the time I had returned to my senses, I had already returned to my room and unfolded the astrological chart of Kiro's birth date with trembling hands.

From ancient times to the present, astrologers have never been allowed to predict the fate of the royal family without permission - but they didn't care that much anymore.

MC: The house position of his Saturn... the Moon will collide with the 8th house after its shift...

MC: He'll go on an expedition in a month... everything is fine...

Suddenly, my hand tracing the star path stopped.

The trajectories of these planets overlapped perfectly, but there was no path that continued forward.

--He would die on the battlefield in the near future.

MC: No... impossible.

History clearly records that on the day Kiro was born, Pasha announced to the people that he would be long-lived and powerful, and would bring blessings to the country. The king also announced that he would be the only crown prince of the country.

I stared blankly at the "truth" in my hand and remembered the meaningful words of the teacher from before.

Did she mean sacrificing Kiro's life to change the country's future?

At that moment, a ray of morning light slipped into the afterglow - time moved forward another day.

I couldn't afford to waste time, so I grabbed my coat and rushed out.

When I arrived in front of Kiro's palace, the guard outside the door told me that he had gone out to the farmland in the western suburbs.

I quickly got on a carriage and rushed to the nearby area. I saw a group of people standing in the wheat field talking. Among them was a dazzling golden figure wearing a velvet white cloak. He stood upright and tall, showing no anger or authority.

Kiro: Jace, how was the harvest this year?

Jace: Even better than last year, Your Highness!

A middle-aged man wearing clean linen was smiling, touching the ears of wheat.

Jace: In the past few years, the church has exempted several taxes and provided us with good seeds and agricultural tools. How could the harvest be poor?

Kiro: What about the rules about segregating livestock and homes?

Jace: They're all being carried out. Strangely enough, after separating the two sides, its no longer easy for people to fall sick.

Kiro: That's good. Younger children must be sent to learn to read and write first according to the newly promulgated law.

Jace nodded and saluted Kiro solemnly.

Jace: The coronation ceremony of His Highness will be happening soon. We are not so lucky to be standing in queue, but we will definitely watch you from a distance and pray for you!

The warm light of the morning shone through the clouds and mist onto the earth, making those eyes a little softer.

Kiro exchanged a few words with the others, until the sound of farewell sounded, and I quickly ran to them from behind the haystack to salute.

Connor: Isn't this MC? Earl Heaney's daughter? I heard that you seemed to be studying astrology at the tower these past few years. It's been so long since I've seen you.

Duke Connor on the side stroked his white beard and smiled cheerfully.

MC: It's been a long time, Duke Connor. Is everything okay with you and your family?

Connor: The territory has recently had a good harvest and there hasn't been any signs of war, which is certainly good.

Connor: But this isn't a place for ladies to hang out. Could it be that you've come to see your 'brother' Kiro?

MC: .......

Connor: Haha, it seems I was right. I remember when you were a child, whenever you entered the royal city, you'd stick to your 'brother' Kiro and not leave.

Connor: But Kiro also looked forward to your arrival every day at that time, and even safeguarded the delicious food in the kitchen, saying that he would leave it all for you.

Kiro: Duke, this isn't the pace to reminisce. Let's talk about it later.

Kiro stopped Duke Connor's rambling voice and looked at me again.

Kiro: Why are you here?

MC: Your Highness, I have something important to convey to you.

As soon I finished speaking, Duke Connor gave him a "look what I said" look.

Kiro: Diles, send the Duke back first.

We walked deeper into the wheat field, and the rustling of wheat ears continued with the wind.

Kiro: Tell me, what's the matter?

For a while, I didn't know how to talk about it, and it felt like the words were stuck in my throat for several moments. All I could do was suppress my emotions and look into his eyes.

The youthfulness and playfulness of the past had long since faded from those calm eyes, but his innate pride remained unchanged.

But if he knew that his life was carefully planned out...

My nose felt sore, and the world instantly blurred. I quickly turned my head away, but I heard his rare concern.

Kiro: Why are you crying?

MC: I...

He didn't urge or comfort me. He just waited with quiet alienation.

The silence and thin air began to press towards me, gradually turning into an emotion called "burden". I knew I had to stop being indecisive, so I quickly wiped away my tears and told him everything I heard last night.

After a brief silence, Kiro just closed his eyes.

Kiro: I see.

Kiro: Just go ahead. I'll take care of it.

I was stunned for a moment, unable to understand his reaction.

MC: Your Highness, you know Pasha has never said anything wrong...

Kiro: You've done what you should do. You can go.

MC: Kiro, don't you understand yet?! No matter what you do now, you will probably die that day!

The emotions that had been bottled up for a long time completely exploded. I grabbed his sleeve regardless of etiquette and raised my voice.

Kiro: So you want me to be like my father and find someone to die for me? Or should I just be a coward and hide in my room and never come out?

His calm voice was like a sharp needle poking me.

MC: ...I'll go find Pasha.

I wanted to leave, but he pulled me back.

Kiro: Pasha?

Kiro: Have you ever thought that now that you've touched this secret, you'll only get into trouble?

Kiro: When the time comes, she could accuse you of secretly predicting the fate of the royal family. That would be enough to kill you.

He also seemed a little out of control, not as calm as usual, his tone urgent with a trace of panic.

MC: But I can't just watch you die!

MC: I said that I would eliminate all worries for you and the country, and it is my duty to make you worry-free for the rest of your life.

Kiro's pupils suddenly contracted, and my wrists hurt from his grip. Those eyes that were trying to restrain themselves wandered back and forth on me for a long time before they cruelly looked at me.

Kiro: Duty?

Kiro: Okay, then I will answer you as the Crown Prince.

Kiro: You don't have to worry about these things, you just have to do your own thing.

MC: .....

Those unsaid words were instantly annihilated in my heart, turning into a puddle of calm. Finally, I gently broke away from his hand and bowed quietly.

MC: [blushing] As you wish, Your Highness.

MC: I have nothing else to report, so I'll leave.

I said, turned around and left, walking faster and faster.

Like Kiro said, I really wanted to do what I could do.

Since I'm an astrologer, let me help you get rid of this fate.

[PART 3]

From the day we parted on bad terms, I stayed in the observatory, reading older texts and comparing the stars all night long.

MC: No, not right...

With the help of a weak oil lamp, my index finger moved carefully between the pages of the book. As the search deepened, my doubts increased sharply.

The stars clearly indicated that the Kingdom of Lys would encounter a major flood in the summer of 796, causing countless casualties. But in fact, it was just a river whose banks burst, and no one was injured.

In 483, when Mars fell into the sixth house, there was supposed to be an unforeseen disaster. However, the wars in history originated from the active aggression of the Kingdom of Hesse, which was clearly not an unexpected disaster.

MC: ...How come.

My attitude towards astrology had always been to listen to whatever the teacher said. But when details that I had never noticed before were laid out, I discovered that many horoscopes did not match the corresponding history.

At that moment, something seemed to have opened a small gap in my long-held belief.

I moved a new pile of old texts from the table and continued to read.

As time went by, the wick burned out, and the increasingly dark room made one unable to help but doze off.

When that cluster of light extinguished and went out, my consciousness fell into darkness as well.

[Flashback]

MC: Kiro, look what nice things I brought you~

I walked into the study with a smile, only to find that there was no one there except for the soft window screen swaying in the wind.

MC: Where is he? Obviously Diles said you were here...

Kiro: Here--

A vague sound came from the window. I stepped forward curiously and opened the curtains, and a piece of beautiful scenery came into view.

Clusters of flowers on the lawn swelled with buds, giving back to the spring that had just arrived in the most gorgeous colors.

Kiro: Do you like it? I planted it specially for you.

A golden head popped out from the side and lay face to face with me on the window sill.

Kiro: Because someone's become a night owl since they started staying in the Star Tower. Sleeping during the day and looking at the stars at night.

Kiro: In order for you to not miss out on other good scenery, I could only "bring" it to you personally.

Seeing that he deliberately kept a straight face, my smile grew bigger and bigger, and I quickly kissed him on the cheek.

MC: I like it. I'll come to see it everyday from now on!

MC: But if your teacher finds out, he'll complain to the king again.

Kiro: Then let's sue them. I obviously got nearly full marks in every subject, but I still don't know what Mr. Lawley is dissatisfied with.

MC: Because you're the future king.

MC: But I also don't agree with Mr. Lawley's approach, so didn't I bring you something nice?

I took out a gold necklace from my pocket, and the violin pendant shone in the sun.

Not long ago, after Mr. Lawley complained, the king had smashed his beloved violin.

MC: From now on, no one can break your violin.

Kiro: ......

Kiro looked at the necklace blankly. Something seemed to be surging in his eyes.

In the end, he didn't say anything, and together with the sun, he kissed my forehead.

??: Miss MC, the coronation ceremony is about to begin.

[End of flashback]

A quick knock on the door made me open my eyes in confusion, and a dazzling light shone in front of my eyes like a dream.

I think... the memories of the past might only be hidden in dreams at night.

This day was a day of national celeberation.

The royal city was filled with the sweet aroma of wine, and gorgeous flowers bloomed freely on the city walls, as if indicating some kind of hope. As the bell tower struck an ear-splitting sound, I and the other ministers turned around and bowed our heads.

At the end of the hall, the bronze door opened heavily, and a figure wrapped in the golden sun walked in slowly.

He was wearing a snow-white cloak and holding a holy night flower in his hand. It had been embroidered on the ever-waving flags since the founding of the country.

Everything had its limit. Only Kairos would last forever.

Kiro came straight to the archbishop, put his sword on the ground and nodded slightly. The archbishop raised his hands holding the crown and solemnly put it on for the new king.

Archbishop: God bless you and your dynasty. May your light shine on future generations.

Everything was extremely quiet under the dome. In this soul-stirring solemnity, Kiro raised his chin and looked at everyone under the throne.

Kiro: I bring today's glory to the country and to everyone in my land.

Kiro: I will work with you in the long years to come to safeguard the dignity and freedom of the kingdom.

Kiro: I also share peace and hope with you.

Ministers: Long live the king! Long live the king!

Every courtier and soldier in the hall raised their arms and sent their most sincere blessings. But the louder the support, the more mixed my emotions became.

Because after learning the truth, I couldn't celebrate for him at all.

As if tacitly, those blue eyes looked at me from afar among the crowd.

Kiro: .....

MC: .....

In the end, everything fell into silence. I raised my skirt and saluted him, then silently left with everyone behind my back.

After the ceremony, Kiro asked everyone to leave, leaving one person sitting on the throne for a long time. The dim candle flame flickered on the copper candlestick, unable to drive the coldness and darkness away.

In the endless silence, Kiro took off the crown on his head.

The golden brilliance circulated under the moonlight, but it could not shake off the back of that figure in his heart that was deviating from everything.

From knowing the so-called trajectory of fate to subconsciously staying away.

He never believed in fate. But even if there was only a slight possibility...

He didn't want her to be sad and have her suffer alone for the rest of her life as well.

But the set time was approaching. As long as he stepped over the stairs, maybe he could hold her hand without any burden.

Just like in countless nights and dreams.

As if he was restraining something, he closed his eyes forcefully.

I want to bring myself together into this darkness.

[PART 4]

Time flew by after Kiro's coronation.

Within the kingdom, laws were spread throughout the country following the herald's announcement, building a new and stable foundation for the kingdom.

But soon, after a heavy rain swept over the west, there was no more rain in the country. The king of Leith began to claim he inherited the bloodline of the Levina dynasty, and there seemed to be clouds of war emerging.

Fate seemed to be slipping towards its destined trajectory.

Citizen A: Oh my God, is there going to be a war?

Citizen B: Don't worry, His Majesty asked us to build the cellar two years ago.

Citizen C: Fortunately, His Majesty asked us to switch to new cold-resistant crops, otherwise I don't know what we would have done in the future!

Citizen A: That's true. I heard that the floods in the south did not cause much damage.

Citizen B: He is a good king and will definitely keep us safe and sound.

Of course he was a good king.

From food, clothing, housing and transportation to domestic affairs and diplomacy, he has done so many things to make the kingdom prosperous. Could all of this really be reduced to a footnote to his mortal fate?

I turned towards the tower and climbed up to the astrology room on the top floor.

The starry sky was so high and far away, indicating that destiny would never allow mortals to get close.

But I knew better now, that it was not the gods that filled everyone's stomachs and let them live in peace.

It was Kiro.

Pasha: You're here.

Pasha didn't look at me. She held the astrological stick with both hands and looked out the window.

MC: Teacher, I recently discover that many recorded horoscopes do not match their corresponding history.

MC: Does that mean that fate is not determined?

Pasha: It seems that you are looking forward to something and are trying to find a glimmer of hope from it.

MC: ....I just think it's better to grasp the present than predict the future.

Pasha: MC, destiny is always right.

Pasha: A dying baby was miraculously saved. Do you think it was human will or destiny?

MC: Of course it was human will. If no one saved the baby, there was no way a miracle would have happened.

Pasha: No, it was destiny that allowed the man to save the baby.

MC: [angry] ......

Perhaps it was because the gap in my heart was getting wider and wider. I tremblingly clenched my fists and asked loudly.

MC: What you mean is that everything humans do is permitted by destiny? Those likes, those hates, and those desires are not real; they're all arranged by God?

Pasha: That's right. The histories you see that are inconsistent with the stars can only mean one thing.

Pasha: Destiny is never wrong. Only people are wrong.

It was all so ridiculous.

After running back to my room, I threw all the astrology books I believed in into the fireplace. Seeing them being swallowed up by the flames made me feel inexplicably happy.

If everything really was arranged by destiny, how could He (God) allow me to do disobedient things?

Suddenly enlightened, I ignored the burning fireplace and ran to find Kiro. I wanted to tell him all of this. I wanted to tell him that the so-called fate had no meaning at all.

They were just shackles that people put on themselves.

But I didn't see him. The door of the meeting hall remained closed, and anxious conversations kept coming from inside.

It seemed like a war was about to begin.

Guard: Miss MC, this matter is confidential. It is not convenient for you to stay here, so please leave first.

MC: [visibly disappointed] ...I see.

In the next few days, I hid in the corner of my room like a drowned dog, watching the sun and moon change outside the window.

I denied astrology, I was rejected, and I didn't know what else to do.

??: Attention! In the early hours of tonight, the king will lead 10,000 soldiers to fight against the Kingdom of Lys!

A childish voice came from outside the window, accompanied by fast footsteps passing through the street.

Slumped against the wall, I immediately woke up, pushed the door open and rushed out.

Even if he refused to see me, I still wanted to take a look at him from a distance.

The winding city walls were filled with soldiers gathered everywhere, wearing armor and sharpening their swords, their faces devoid of fear. I kept running forward, constantly weaving though the crowded queues.

But the end of the city wall was so far away that every step closer had me being pushed back by the crowd, making it impossible to reach.

MC: Kiro...

Just when I thought I was about to miss everything, a force suddenly pulled me into a dark passage.

In the almost pitch-black darkness, I couldn't see the person behind me. I only felt that every part of me was tightly wrapped in ice-like armor.

He continued to increase his strength, as if he wanted to embed me into his flesh and blood. His turbulent breath tore away all the calm masks of the past. It was so strange, but it made me feel extra sure.

MC: Kiro...

No one responded from behind me. Only this extraordinarily stubborn hug remained, as if it was just a thought he left to himself.

Just like how he retreated alone these years, he never gave in.

But at this moment, I could no longer bear to have him like this.

MC: .....

I began to stubbornly turn around, but no matter how hard I struggled, I was still relentlessly imprisoned in his arms. I opened my eyes, finding it difficult to prevent the heat from rolling down.

MC: Kiro....

MC: Can you let me win just once... just once.

Kiro: .....

The person behind me stopped breathing, and I finally had an opportunity to turn around and hug him tightly.

MC: Kiro, listen to me... I'm not here to say goodbye to you.

MC: You will come back alive.

MC: You will leave those fates behind.

MC: And I will--

Those unspoken words were instantly swallowed up by his breath.

Everything seemed to be in chaos, shaking up my entire world, the only exception being those pair of eyes that were hidden under the helmet which grew clearer and clearer.

Our chaotic and turbulent breathing intertwined with our temperatures, and the smell of rust between our teeth mixed together and melted into our bloodstreams.

The extraordinarily deep temperature seemed to reach from the tips of my fingers to the tip of my heart, and even the depths of my soul trembled.

This was our first kiss.

I tasted the slightly salty and fishy smell, and my entire body seemed to be filled with his breath. I couldn't help but covetously desire to leave my traces on him.

I want you to come back. Come back to me.

Kiro: MC...

He hoarsely cried out my name, sounding like a voice breaking from the deepest part of his soul.

Kiro: I will definitely come back to you.

It was like he was talking to me, and also himself.

Kiro: [trembling voice] Don't forget me.

At that moment, with the so-called fate approaching, I seemed to finally see him clearly, all his fears and struggles.

Kiro: Don't ever forget me...

He made no promises about the future and left no promises. He has always pushed me away, yet he said such words at this moment.

MC: You... bad, willful, self-righteous, stubborn...

His face was extremely blurry, and there was a bitter smile between his lips and teeth.

Kiro: I am a bad, willful, self-righteous and stubborn person.

Kiro: So remember me. Remember me forever.

Kiro: Until you close your eyes for the last time, think of me... all of me.

It wasn't until there was a horn blast that I suddenly opened my eyes and stared at him with great reluctance.

MC: .....

I tried to suppress my trembling fingertips and touched his armor for final confirmation.

MC: Was this armor made by the best smiths? Is it the hardest material in the world?

Kiro: .....

After his eyes carefully traced my face, he spoke hoarsely.

Kiro: Mm, it's the best. And my sword is also the sharpest.

Kiro: I can easily slit the enemy's throat.

I hugged him hard for the last time and showed him a confident smile.

MC: Then go ahead. I will await your triumphant return in the Epiphyllum field.

Reflections from enemy armor obscured the horizon.

Kiro calmly stared ahead, waiting for his army to get into formation.

Flags were flying beside him, and the epiphyllum embroidered with gold thread seemed to spread its petals with the cold wind, blooming proudly on the battlefield.

The last row of soldiers stood still, and both side stood still. The only sound in the vast plain, was the howling of the wind. The war horse also smelled the undercurrent of tension in the silent air, and moved restlessly in its spot.

Kiro patted his mount's neck and rode his horse to the front of the army line.

Kiro: People of the Kingdom of Kairos, my brothers.

He looked at the soldiers who followed him on the expedition, one by one.

They had their own coat of arms on their chests, their eyes were solemn and determined, their weapons were sharp and the their armor was well-equipped.

Kiro: We crossed mountains and rivers and travelled all the way here...

Kiro: Like you, I miss my hometown and fear the enemy's edge.

Kiro raised a fearless smile and raised his voice higher.

Kiro: But for our kingdom, our homeland, and for the loved ones waiting for us.

He turned towards the enemy formation, drew his sword and pointed it straight into the sky.

Kiro: We will triumph!

The iron hooves roared like thunder, and the soldiers' shouts shook the earth, charging forward with their king who they devoted all their loyalty to.

Like before, I knelt on the field of night-flowers and prayed for my king.

These days had been as long as one year after another, and my feelings had gradually changed from worry at the beginning to determination.

Only the more determined you are, the more you are the nemesis of fate.

MC: Kiro, you must come back safely.

Suddenly, a rustling sound behind me drowned out the murmurs, and a warm liquid with a pungent smell dripped onto the side of my face.

I immediately opened my eyes and looked to my side, facing a clear blue.

Kiro's crown hung crookedly, and his clothes were stained with large patches of dark brown. The finely woven clothes were damaged, and that beautiful face was stained with dried blood.

The blood on his cloak dripped down drop by drop, dyeing the white petals of the epiphyllum, leaving a dazzling red. I hugged him tightly as he knelt down next to me, letting tears blur my vision.

Even so haggard, he still came back.

Kiro: I came back safely, why are you crying again?

His embrace was warm and strong, and his heartbeat kept coming from that embracing chest.

MC: I know, I'm just happy...

MC: You transcended destiny and came back...

Kiro: I can finally stay with you forever.

Kiro: I can finally make up for the wrong things I did to you in an honest way.

He distanced himself slightly away from me and held my face in his hands.

Kiro: MC, let me ask you, are you still willing to be my queen?

MC: ....!

Seeing that I didn't respond immediately, his brows furrowed as if unsure, and that patch of blue was laced with apology.

Kiro: Actually, long before you told me the truth, I secretly learned some astrology. So I knew...

MC: Of course, I do.

I didn't let him continue and hugged him tightly.

Things in the past were no longer important. The prolonged pain and sorrow had finally turned into an old wine after the dust had settled.

MC: But let's agree first that you'll compensate me twice as much later.

Kiro: Of course, I must obey the Queen's advice.

He smiled and rolled his eyes, the ring between his fingers glimmering in the moonlight.

Glimmering?

I was stunned.

Something extremely fast shot through the sky with a cold light.

The air was stagnant for a moment, but soon I felt a tickling warmth on my legs, turning cold with the breeze and sliding down my skin.

There was clearly a smile on Kiro's lips, and the dazzling blood pouring out made his face even paler.

There was another sharp sound.

Kiro's center of gravity suddenly became unstable and he fell forward onto me.

And on his back were two feather arrows, still trembling slightly.

Kiro: [EXTREMELY pained voice] MC... I...

The sound of arrows came again and penetrated into his chest, stopping the words that had not yet been spoken.

The person who nocked the arrow in the distance was the archery teacher who he had grown up with.

MC: Why...

Another arrow came again at a speed that my eyes couldn't catch and pierced straight through his abdomen.

Kiro seemed to want to say something, but the blood rising in his throat only made him make a vague sound.

Not far away, a group of guards who had stayed in the city came forward, drawing their swords and pointing them at the king that brought them victory.

MC: Why?! He obviously won!!

MC: How dare you betray him?!

I hugged Kiro, whose body was bleeding all over and screamed hysterically.

Soldier: Master Pasha ordered that only through the king's sacrifice could the kingdom last for a long time.

The hand of his personal guard holding the sword trembled, but he spat out words like poisonous snakes at me, one by one.

Soldier: Master Pasha is the chief astrologer and is never wrong. This is all... a fate that has been determined for a long time...

MC: Fate?

I was so furious that I laughed, staring at the soldiers who were able to triumph because of Kiro, who could have relatives and live in peace because of Kiro.

MC: Between the uncertain stars in the sky, and the people you spend every day with, which one determines your fate?!

Kiro: MC....

In my arms, Kiro suddenly touched my shoulder and motioned for me to help him sit up.

MC: Don't move... I-I won't let anything happen to you.

I shook my head, my vision becoming increasingly blurry on his increasingly dyed robe.

I didn't know what to do. I could only deceive him like I deceived myself.

Kiro: MC.

He called me softly again, and wiped away my tears with great effort.

Kiro: Of course I'll be fine, I just want to say something to them.

Kiro: After all, today is a day worth celebrating, and as king, I want to give them some rewards.

MC: .....

Under his serious gaze, I could only help him straighten up in silence.

Kiro: Diles... you've done a great job over the years.

He looked at the leading soldier with a smile. Even though his face was pale and sweaty, the pride in his eyes did not fade.

Kiro: You'll continue to do just as well in the future, because your horoscope tells me...

Kiro: You'll enjoy endless wealth, you will have endless heirs, and finally, you will die without any pain at the age of seventy-nine.

As if he didn't expect Kiro to say this, Diles and the others looked at each other in shock.

Diles: Your Majesty... what does that mean?

Kiro ignored him and turned his gaze to another soldier.

Kiro: Naya, you are different.

Kiro: Astrology says that you have less than three years left and will die in an accident on the day before the autumn harvest.

Naya: ....!

Kiro: And Hiken... no matter how hard you try, you are destined to lose the one you love.

Kiro: Morty, you will become the future captain of the guard, and then all the soldiers in the royal city will be under your control.

Kiro smiled gently, but his eyes were colder than ever. He seemed to be a God descending to the human world, passing judgement on everyone present with every breath.

It also planted a seed called "determined" in their hearts.

From now on, let these people anticipate, panic, and doubt their so-called predetermined fate...

Live your life.

Kiro: Don't you believe in fate?

Kiro: Let's see then, if everything goes as fate has ordained.

As if they didn't want him to continue talking, a rain of arrows came falling from the sky. I subconsciously turned to block him, and there were several muffled sounds hitting the flesh and blood in my waist and abdomen.

But I couldn't feel any pain; only the burning hatred that was about to tear me apart.

I hugged Kiro tightly and screamed, giving everyone a vicious glare.

MC: Very good... Just continue believing then, but I won't.

MC: Because fate means nothing to me. All I know is that without Kiro, I won't be able to live happily.

As I said that, I took out the flint and dagger from my waist and sneered disdainfully.

MC: If you don't want to die, then get out of here.

MC: Otherwise, you won't be able to enjoy your last pitiful fate.

I hit them together hard, igniting a flame among the epiphyllums.

In an instant, the flames quickly engulfed everything around us, and at the same time, covered up those disgusting figures. I looked at Kiro's surprised face and tried my best to show my brightest smile.

MC: I hid it from you, Kiro... Actually, I was prepared for the worst as early as the beginning. Because Pasha wanted to bury you under the night-blooming cereus to prevent disasters for the country.

MC: But I would never allow you to be used like that.

MC: So I was thinking at the time, that if this day really came, I would burn all the epiphyllums in this area.

Kiro: Then my queen really made a good decision. Why did I never think of that?

Listening to his weak teasing, I continued to smile, laid him flat on the ground filled with night-flowers, and hugged him tightly.

MC: Kiro, you should have told me that you learned astrology so that we could have shared some of my work.

Kiro: It was actually a surprise that I wanted to give you a long time ago.

Kiro: It's a pity that that I never had time to give it to you...

Unknowingly, we seemed to be back to when we were young again. Laying together carefree on the epiphyllum field, whispering ordinary things.

MC: It doesn't matter. I know now, and it's too late. Look, the stars are so beautiful today.

MC: By the way, what's the name of your brightest one?

Kiro: It's called MC.

I couldn't help laughing, and also crying.

Because there was nothing directly above, only endless flames and smoke.

MC: I'm serious.

Kiro: It's called MC.

Kiro: Because no star can compare to you.

MC: Then let's just consider your answer correct~

I wanted to say something more, but I felt my energy continuously draining, almost sapping me dry.

Time seemed to be running out.

MC: Kiro...

I tried my best to lean on his chest, closed my eyes, and tried my best to listen to his heartbeat.

MC: Could you talk to me a little longer? I still have a lot of things I haven't said to you...

Kiro: Then let's plan the wedding, shall we?

Kiro: After all, you've already agreed to my proposal, and everything has only just begun.

MC: I want a lot of sunflowers, because I've read in a book before that there was a flower in the north that was as bright as the sun.

MC: And it likes to bloom towards the sun... But it doesn't matter if you don't have them. Having you is enough for me.

Kiro: How can that be? And leave alone the sunflower?

Kiro: Whatever you want, I can bring it to you.

MC: That...

My consciousness gradually dulled, but his heart was still beating clearly in my ears.

This gave me peace of mind.

I felt so at ease that I wanted to regard this moment as eternity.

The girl showed no response and no breathing. Only her body still retained some warmth from the fire that was on the verge of spreading. But as if he didn't want to let this warmth slip away from his arms, Kiro used his last strength to hug the girl and kissed her forehead again and again.

Kiro: [in an extremely tired, but extremely affectionate voice] I know that you were afraid that I'd be lonely; that I'd be buried here and face the endless darkness alone.

Kiro: But I still hoped that you could look at the sun every day and smell the fragrance of every flower for me...

Kiro: But now, this isn't so bad.

Kiro: It's just that it seems that what I owe you will now never be repaid.

Kiro paused as he spoke. After a moment, he kissed her forehead preciously and tenderly for the last time and smiled gently.

Kiro: I don't expect anything, as long as I can see you in our next life.

Kiro: If I turn into an animal, I would stay at your feet day and night.

Kiro: If I were a flower, I would bloom only for you.

Kiro: But if I unfortunately turn into a rock, I'd cross mountains and ridges to come to you.

Kiro: Of course, it would be best if I become a human being. So that I can hug you, kiss you, and love you forever and ever.

Kiro's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally turned into a sigh that disappeared in the wind.

Kiro: I promise you.

Kiro closed his eyes quietly, but saw a bright light like daylight surrounding him.

What it was, he didn't know.

But the sun would not rise again tomorrow.

Translation Masterlist: here

CheesyTalks: Okay, so... I caved. I couldn't help myself. This date was too sad and beautiful for me not to do a quick translation (I just wished I could add more screenshots, but tumblr won't let me insert more than 30 ss smh). This may not have been a happy date, but it was definitely a satisfying one.

That being said, I do want to make a quick comment on the writing of this date: from the subtle but poignant foreshadowing at the beginning (the expert use of atmosphere and cold and dark imagery to set the tone for the date), to the final death scene at the end, all of it was very well handled. Not to mention the world building and symbolism. PG has always done a good job at handling angst and this one was no exception. (ALSO, THE SUBTLE PARELLELS TO THE MAIN STORY HAD ME DYING INSIDE)

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc kiro #MY HEART HAS SHATTERED INTO A MILLION PIECES #I WILL NEVER RECOVER. I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN I - இ௰இ #THE QUALITY OF THE WRITING THO *PUNCHES AIR* SO SO BEAUTIFUUUL

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For the Love of Fic: November 20

Heyo! I've been just parking read fic here for a while and didn't realize how long it was getting! And then I used my wait times in Disney to read a bunch more.... anyway. I've got a long list of fun for you!

Also, I'm really sorry, this is the dumbest header I've ever made but it made me laugh so here we are.

🪐 = Year of Themed Creation Fics!

DIETER BRAVO

Dieter, Dieter, Pumpkin Eater by @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist I can't decide what I love more: Dieter getting frisky in a bouncy castle or his gleeful exclamations when the goats take to him. I want this. I want all of it. Sign me up. Crocs and all.

Tip Your Server by @nothoughtsjustmeds I love love love this fic. I love Dieter needing to get reader all hot and bothered while wearing fancy clothes, I love the banter, I love the obvious love these two have, the cavalier throw-away of a precious object, every gesture of affection and its tie to absolute, loving sass. And the prose is so great. This is a masterclass fic.

JOEL MILLER

Strong Enough To Stand by @the-blind-assassin-12 Oof. This both hurt and was satisfying. Joel has a habit of holding onto love and hurt. It's definitely detrimental at times. But damn if it doesn't illustrate how fiercely he loves. Alyssa's lead up story to this--It Pours From Your Eyes--nearly destroyed me, but this one thankfully helped to soothe.

Surrender Chapter 13 and Chapter 14 by @ezrasbirdie Birdie gave us a beautiful reunion and ending for Daisy and Joel and I'm just so proud of her for putting her heart into a wonderful OC. There's so much in this series about learning to love and--even more interesting--learning to BE loved, and both Joel and Daisy are wonderful for that. I know there's an epilogue coming and I will patiently wait for my desert while this meal of a fic settles in my heart.

Saying I love you through an accidental kiss by @songsformonkeys Listen. Joel Miller's got a lot going on today and it's chaotic and you made him food and took care of Sarah and you...you reached for him first. SOFT! CUTENESS!

Spend All Your Love Making Time by @haylzcyon Sub!Joel is my new favorite obsession. He's just so in LOVE with reader, so in thrall and this is hot hot hot.... Those baby browns are certainly made for puppydog wants....

Something Soft by @keldabe-kriff 🪐 Everyone knows what you do with dandelions, right? Until an apocalypse wipes off even the tiniest things from human culture. Then kids like Ellie may not understand the simple joy of making a wish on one. Good thing there's folks like Joel who remember and help her out.

Joel, Interrupted by @iamskyereads This is both melancholy and warm, and that is such a welcome taste. It is quiet and lovely and the last line gave me so many feelings. If Joel was a ghost in his own house, this is exactly how he'd be. <3

MARCUS MORENO

Not All Heroes Wear Capes by @all-the-things-2020 🪐 I love "fandom crossovers" as a year of tropes offering. ST:TNG was one of my big fandom obsessions, so it's nice to return to some of those characters. Putting a Pedro boy in there is inspired, and this was handled so well!!!

If It Wasn't For The Nights by @simpingcowboy 🪐 Marcus is just made for angst, isn't he. It's obvious how much he loved his wife and how much he loves their daughter. Going inside to examine that is just asking for a heart twist....

JAVI GUTIERREZ

The Last Blockbuster: Bump in the Night by @blueeyesatnight I love these two slacker filmophiles and am always happy to see them return to my dash. This time it's a test of readers' spine, to see if she can handle the scary movies like she says she can. I appreciate the appearance of another movie memorabilia piece...🦇🦇🦇

IRL part 1 @ nickcage_numerouno and part 2: of festivals and food by @grogusmum I love that both these dopes are so insecure about meeting one another. Javi is sweet and wonderful like always, and it's nice to get his POV here and there as our plus-size reader deals with her own assumptions. But oh my gosh he's smitten and if there's gonna be a part 3 I'll lose my mind.

COMANDANTE VERACRUZ

When it Comes to You... by @flightlessangelwings 🪐 I mean, if anyone's gonna get violently protective over his girl, it just might be Veracruz. I mean, to make you his priority during an ambush? To come back victorious and rail the crap out of you afterward? That's the dream....

DAVE YORK

First Kill by @hopeamarsu 🪐 Holy balls, this is a beautiful little character study on Dave. Hope goes inside his head during a therapists' session where he's asked about his first kill, and it is menacing AF. Take a look at this piece, because it is bomb.

EZRA

Gravity by @insomniamamma 🪐 J has a way with Ezra that I'm just addicted to. I know she loves him deeply, always takes so much care with him, gets his soft side just right. She makes me yearn so very hard for this man...his physical gracelessness a grand contrast to the gracefulness of his devotion. My goodness, I love this fic.

PERO TOVAR

untitled by @writeforfandoms Listen. It's a little mixed trope drabble about Pero as your bodyguard that might not mind being mistaken for your boyfriend and I could take 10K of this thanks.

Bangathon fics Cowgirl and Missionary by @prolix-yuy I may be a broken record, but I just cannot get enough of a solem and sour protector who only shows his vulnerability behind closed doors. I knew better than to read LJ's take on him and expect to remain unmelted.

Grumpy Pumpkin by @sirowsky This is just the very cutest. Of course Pero knows his way around knives, but pumpkin carving doesn't go exactly as you planned. In fact, it goes much sweeter.

Seed by @perotovar I love a Pero that is hot for his wife whether or not she can concieve. And that the want for a baby that hasn't come yet doesn't make them sad...it just makes them want to try harder! Soft and sweet and spicy all at once. Just like I like him.

FRANKIE MORALES

Ring Toss by @morallyinept Look. It's a simple concept. Frankie brings you donuts because Frankie loves you. You're resisting because you're on some silly diet. Donuts have holes. Frankie's got something that will fit in that hole. One temptation is bad enough, but two sticky treats together? Resistance is futile.

Questions and Stories part 1 and part 2 by @never--doubt 🪐 I love this concept of Frankie and reader's daughter asking them how they met and functioned as soulmates, how love takes work, and the mechanic of not being able to see one particular color until your aoulmate finds you....

EDDIE THE VAMPIRE (WITH MAX PHILLIPS)

An Act of Kindness by @missredherring This is a very sweet intro to a really lovely dynamic between a vampire reader and a fledgling. Oh my balls, Eddie needs help and she's such a good teacher. And he's so smitten with her in the cutest way... And of course, Max being Max, which is to say, Max being a douche.

JAVIER PEÑA

Summer Kiss Prompt - Apology Kiss by @something-tofightfor I cannot deal when strong men recognize thier trauma and try to do better. It's clear here that Javi hasn't learned how to let someone else take the lead with him yet, but the growth that's comes is beautiful.

Summer Kiss Prompt - Lazy Kiss by @something-tofightfor Rachael does slice of life so well. There's something very wonderful about Javi's focus on his work to the point where he forgets to take care of himself, and maybe even lovlier about the woman who makes sure he eats something and has himself a break now and then...

TIM ROCKFORD

Rockford and Roan 4 by @littlemisspascal I am so in love with Rae's soft soulmate stories, she always knows how to warm my heart. This one has some darker elements what with Tim investigating crimes....BUT THERE'S ALSO A DOG THIS TIME.

DIN DJARIN

Ambrosial by @spacecowboyhotch A soft and lovely story staring a black reader, wherein Din learns about the ritual and culture of her hair, how it links her to her family, how much a part of her it is...and therefore how much a part of himself. I just wanna curl up in this, it's so cozy.

SPECIAL GUEST CORNER

FENNEC SHAND

A Different Way of Life by @ghostofskywalker 🪐 Yes. Yes this is what I want. To run away for adventure only to find I really ran away with the love of my life...who just happens to be a bounty hunter and a ton of fun.

DICK GRAYSON

Seasons of Love by @captainsophiestark 🪐 I don't know much about this character, but he seems very sweet and loving. A jump through time in a relationship involving ties to the Wayne family.

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can i get the first years with a reader who can understand animals and uses them to get dirt on other students? thank you!!

I like this concept! Also hi person that's in my discord server. :> ★彡["ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀ."]彡★

First Years x Reader who can understand animals Reader is implied to be Yuu/Ramshackle Prefect/magicless.

"Have you guys heard? Apparently Vil's been getting pissed and Neige's existence again." you said randomly, in the midst of conversation. Today you were hanging out with your first year friends, and talking about random things, when a little birdie came up to you, and told you about some of nature's gossip. You decided to share it with your friends.

"Where'd you hear that, prefect?" Deuce asked you, tilting his head in confusion.

"A little birdie told me. Not figuratively, literally." you smiled, pointing at the little bird that was on your shoulder, the bird then started saying things, which, to the rest of the first years, sounded like just a bunch of chirps and tweets, but to you... "Also! Get this, human!" The birdie said, "Apparently..." The bird started whispering some more gossip about some other students in the school, some you know, some you don't. Then, you told your friends all of what the bird told you. "The bird seriously told you all that?" Epel asked, kind of shocked that you understood animals so well. "I never thought birds would be the type to gossip." The bird then gave Epel a dirty look, crossing its wings like how a human would cross their arms.

Ace

Ace was quite shocked when he found out you could understand animals so well like that... That means you get all the dirt he doesn't! No wonder you're so... in the know about things, even if you weren't even around to see it! He feels jealous... He wants the spicy gossip too! Don't leave him out on the fun! But his jealousy aside, he wants you to teach him how to understand animals, so he can hear the animals spill the tea too. You also kind of remind him of the many princesses, who were the enemies of the great seven in their stories, and how they could talk to and understand animals... maybe you are a Disney princess.

Deuce

He was confused when you first said "A little birdie told me, not figuratively, literally.". He didn't know you could understand animals so well, he's pretty impressed... teach him already! He isn't exactly interested in learning how to understand animals for the gossip, he's more in it for... well... getting better grades. Animals are intelligent, right? Surely they'll know the answers to todays homework! Or at least be able to help him in some way... and it would also be useful in animal linguistics class, considering you have to study animal language in that class, he could just ask the animals for the answer to anything! Or is that cheating? Oh well..

Epel

He's more than impressed here. He never knew you could so easily understand them animals like that... not to mention how much gossip a single bird can have! He saw birds as innocent, kind little creatures, not tea spillers! But not that he's complaining, he loves hearing gossip, he just... didn't expect a bird to go around telling you about people's shenanigans, how someone got in trouble or expelled, or some people's love lives, or dramatic breakups that ended worse than his happiness did when he didn't get into Savanaclaw and ended up in Pomefiore with Vil of all people. He wants to learn it for Ace and Deuce's reasons. It's useful, and he wants to be all in the know about all the tea.

Jack

He can understand animals too, so he isn't really surprised. But only certain animals, like fellow wolves. But you seem to be able to understand all animals, considering you seem to be able to speak bird very well, and he's seen you talk to these huge predators sometimes, which scared the crap out of him the first time you approached a bear like it wasn't a scary beast that could very easily bite your face off, and just started speaking whatever language bears speak, and then somehow just ended up giving the bear therapy? You take being the therapist friend to the extreme... You're practically having a normal human conversation with the bird on your shoulder, which no one can decipher right now. the bird chirps a few times, you chirp back. You're fluent in the language of "Tweet tweet chirp chirp", I guess.

Sebek

Bro's flabbergasted. How? He can probably understand certain types of animals too, like Jack, considering his lineage, but birds? what in WAKA SAMA's name?? How is it so easy to you? Aren't you magicless? He swore he thought that only people with magic could speak to animals for a moment, but you proved him wrong, it seems. You also seem pretty fluent in crocodile. One time you approached one randomly and started talking to it in crocodile language, which he slightly understood, but didn't hear the whole conversation. Something about the best flavors of meat and the best way to cook it? You and that crocodile talked about that for upwards of 60 minutes, and now here you are, having a full conversation with a tiny song bird on your shoulder... goodness, you are a strange human...

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olderthannetfic · 7 months

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Firstly, the person you're replying to only describe in-person experiences. Secondly, I've been to two universities in the US as a result of getting a scholarship midway through. At one, I was discouraged from attending the queer club on campus by the head of it, as I wasn't queer, I wasn't "really" aroace, I was just "a late bloomer". She informed me that everyone wants romance and sex sometimes. Aro and ace people want it less, she explained, to my face, standing ten feet from me, but they still want it.

No, it's not "only in online spaces". Queer people who use the queer segments of the internet do not only exist in darkened cellars they never emerge from. Teenagers and young adults go to college. It isn't 1998 anymore, pretending the internet and the physical world have zero overlap and what you read online cannot impact or shape your views is ridiculous.

You know how I know this? At my incredibly liberal university, where I live in a gender-inclusive nearly all queer dorm, not only have I heard two separate conversations at floor events about this where it was repeated by other queer students, including ace people, that ace people have sex and ace people do romance, with NO utterance of the word "sometimes", but today? Today, guys, gals and enbies, this Friday, this very fucking Shabbat, I heard it from a professor.

My Social Stratification professor said that asexuality is "a usually treatable condition" and "doesn't mean someone doesn't have sex, just that they have a low sex drive" and when I said some people don't have sex, she said "therapy can help" and topped it off with, "and of course they still masturbate frequently, so they're really not as different as people like to stereotype them as".

I don't. I don't masturbate, it's not fun for me. I don't long to fuck fictional characters or real people. I don't need therapy. I'm not traumatized. I don't have sex. I don't want romance. I don't find reading about it compelling most of the time, either. I don't need therapy for that, because you go to therapy for things that are negatively impacting my life, and actually?

I am aroace in the "wrong" way, a zero-sex, zero-romance, zero-masturbating person, and I'm happy. I like who I am. I like how I am. I have a good life at my dream university, with good friends, a nice room, roommates I like, a mostly walkable part of town, and I'm working on my dream degree to reach my dream career. I'm not huddled in the corner in the fetal position sobbing about the sex I secretly want or on my bed furiously masturbating to anything. I am not lying about my identity, my experiences, my thoughts or my feelings.

This professor is young, roughly 30. That means it's feasible she's been using tumblr for years, as it was popular during her teenage years, or she has been in the company of people who, via tumblr, Instagram, Amino, etc., have this idea of asexuality. And does that idea stay locked inside a computer somewhere? No, because the person who reads them doesn't. The people who read, internalize as truth and believe shitty online takes also exist in the real world. They have physical bodies they take to physical places and they open their mouth and say things, which are then passed onto other people who exist in the offline world.

"The only thing that [they] are seeing is internet wank" NO! The only thing you are seeing is internet wank, but there is not a mass conspiracy of college students across the USA to lie and say we're experiencing things we aren't, which would be the only explanation for so, so many ace people I know online talking in private on Discord servers, tumblr, in YouTube comments and in person having this same shared experience.

I genuinely don't know how people think no one could possibly have the same bad take offline that they do online. Q-Anon exists. January 6th happened. People get radicalized into beliefs much more absurd than this and act on those beliefs constantly and "no you just need to touch grass" is what you arrived at as a conclusion instead of "sometimes people are wrong"?

Though I say this with love, I mean it when I say that you don't just need to touch grass, you need to hug a whole hay bale.

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Yup, I'm obsessed.

Hello! It's the anon that sent 3 paragraphs in one single... I'm not really sure what to call it because it wasn't exactly a request. I'm glad I was able to brighten your evening, and honestly I was a bit worried you'd think I was being a bit over the top (social anxiety, my number one enemy). Surprise, though! I actually have a request this time! I loved your yan!grian drabble and one-shots so much I couldn't wait to finish the EVO smp before sending in a request of my own.

If you could, do you think you could write a yan!grian x reader one-shot. I was daydreaming a bit and it wandered off to a plot where basically, the reader acted as almost a lost puppy with grian. Following him everywhere, showing a clear fondess towards him with their loyalty, and just constantly being by his side. As time goes on, he's so used to their company that when they aren't near him, it becomes almost maddening. It's almost an obsessive need to have them around him, to protect them, to keep them with him.

It's a very rough idea, but it's been on my mind for a while, and maybe you could play with it a bit more in your own way (if you'd like to that is!). And my goodness, this one was just as long, or maybe even longer then the other message(?) I sent to your inbox. I am once again apologizing for that fact.

It's okay anon, I had a lot of fun with this and I hope you enjoy it. I really hope it's the kind of thing you were looking for! P.s this is my first S10 fic!!

How Could You Say No?

Oneshot Contains: Low key yandere, Fluff (unhealthy), manipulation

Warning: This is not healthy behaviour! I write for entertainment but please be aware than in real life this type of behaviour from both parties is not healthy nor acceptable. If you find yourself in a situation like this please let someone know and stay safe! ----------------------

With a new season came new opportunities. It had been an interesting start, that was for sure.

This time around many people had decided to take it slow and enjoy the new world, which of course you decided to do as well. You'd been invited on an adventure to find a home, an adventure where your crush was going too. How could you say no?

So to the mountain you'd gone, messing around. But soon enough people began to claim land. You claimed some right next to Grian.

You'd had a crush on him for some time, but never had the chance to get to know him, this season you wanted to change that.

Then the fishing began. You liked fishing, but it was much more enjoyable being around Grian. Plus, that change did happen, the two of you got to know each other well, talking all the while catching fish and treasure. You fished for hours upon hours, day after day. Grian even built a little fishing hut for the two of you to have some shelter, which was incredibly sweet of him.

It hadn't taken much longer for Grian to build a house either, yours popped up about a week after than. All the while the two of you still spent time together. Grian would invite you everywhere, mining, fishing, of course you'd go.

You'd been surprised when he asked you to be his, but happy. So very happy. The next day he gifted you a fully enchanted pickaxe, which of course you couldn't refuse. It was a gift after all.

When shops started popping up the two of you would go together, spending diamonds Grian insisted you have a share of. He helped you gather resources, although soon enough there was no need for them. Grian asked you to base with him, how could you say no?

The two of you spent even more time together, chopping down trees, mining through stone. Anything and everything you did, you did together. You have done ever since the server began.

Which brings us to today, you and Grian, sitting by the sea. Today there is no fishing, no need to fish, but Grian had asked you to come with him to sit by the ocean. So you did.

Your thoughts were left to wander, and suddenly you were left thinking of the empty wall in the kitchen and how you had the perfect painting at your house. Not that you had lived there, or even visited, in some time.

"G, I've figured out a solution to our empty wall problem." You say, breaking the silence. "Oh yeah?" "Yes, I know the perfect painting. I'll have to go get it though."

"Go get it? Now?" He asks. "I can, probably should really. You know what I'm like for remembering this kind of thing." You laugh sheepishly.

"But we're enjoying the ocean, like we used to. Can we go another time?" "I can go myself, it's only at my old house." You say.

Suddenly Grian's eyes are on you, you can feel them almost burning a hole in the side of your skull. "You can't go there alone, it could be dangerous." You turn to look at him, shrugging. "It can't be that dangerous, besides, I can handle myself." His eyes darken.

"I don't want you to get hurt, you know that. What would I do if you got hurt and I wasn't there to help?" You didn't think about that. "I, well, you can come with me then. I want to get this painting, it'll be perfect."

Grian sighs, taking your hand in his. "Okay, we'll go get it. I can't let you go alone." You smile at his words. He stands, helping you up.

The walk to the house is longer than you remember, and sure enough it's in a bit of a state. Nature has very much taken over, you didn't think it was that long since you'd left.

When Grian had asked you to move in it was done very quickly, most of your furniture wasn't needed, so it was either given to other hermits or left in the house for you to collect at a later date. Looking around inside you don't think you'll be back for most of the things you left.

The floorboards squeak under your weight and Grian's. Moss covers much of the floor, vines crawl along your walls. You move carefully towards the office, not wanting to hurt yourself. You're glad Grian came.

As you reach for the door handle Grian pulls you away, startling you. "Let me, just in case. I don't know what I'd do if something bad happened." You stare at him for a second, but nod "okay." It's not exactly like you can say no. He only wants to protect you.

Grian pulls open the door with ease, scraping at the moss on the floor as the wood moves. The office window is clearly broken, but the rest of the room looks okay. Grian steps in, holding your hand and pulling you gently along.

You spot the painting, propped up in the corner of the room. Many of the colours have faded from time in the sun, plus it seems to be cracked and peeling. You feel so disappointed seeing the state it's in now, knowing how beautiful it once was.

The piece was so unique, and now it mirrors its surroundings. You can't bring yourself to even pick it up, it's inseparable from this house now, a worn down broken place, no longer a home.

Noticing your increasing upset Grian gently guides you out of the house. You can't bring yourself to say no. He does more than that, holding your hand tightly and taking you all the way home.

The walk is silent, full of sorrow. You can't even bare to look back.

Grian doesn't take you into the house, he takes you up to the swing in the garden. He'd built it for you, a place where the two of you could relax, read, look out at the ocean from a distance. Compared to your old home this one is beautiful, perfectly crafted, delicately detailed. This is your home now. You try remind yourself of that, but still feel sad.

After some time in silence Grian speaks up. "I had something I wanted to ask you earlier, when we were on the beach. It's why I didn't want to leave, but you know I'd do anything for you." You nod slightly, knowing his words are true. His home changed for you, he changed for you. He looks after you and gets you gifts and allows you to be creative. He protects you from harm, takes care of you when you're sick, takes you on days out and adventures.

You turn your attention to him as he begins to speak again. "You're very special to me, truly you are. I don't want to spend a day of my life without you, ever. You mean too much to me. You've become a part of my home, my comfort, I can't lose you. I need you to be by my side, forever." You see the box, you see the ring. A beautiful piece, you wonder if he crafted it himself.

You look at the ring, at him. You glance at your surroundings, what a beautiful life he has created for you here. A life you don't have anywhere else with anyone else. "Marry me?" How could you say no?

#grian x reader #yan!grian x reader #hermitcraft x reader #mcyt x reader #grian #hermitcraft #hermitblr #mcytblr #mcyt #yandere #manipulation #fluff

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October 5th, 2013.

Ten years ago today, the first formal Grindstone event happened on the Balmung server in Final Fantasy XIV. The game had only relaunched as A Realm Reborn a month and change earlier, but already the roleplaying community was coming together to establish, well, a community.

Originally started by the Eorzea Free Trade Company as a more low-key place for roleplay, there were only two rules if you wanted to participate: No killing, no magic. At the time, the community at large didn't really have a ton of lore to go on; Everything was new and exciting and not everybody had the means to level everything all at once. The ceiling for what people wanted to express in the play space was so high you couldn't really see it from the ground, and that's exactly where the Grindstone was designed to exist.

Let the High Mages have their omnipotence and unimaginable power. We just wanted to fight.

...I say "we" as if I was there from the beginning. I wasn't. I only heard about it some time later, and to demonstrate how immature I was as a roleplayer at the time, I thought the idea was kind of absurd on its face. Rolling dice to see if you succeed? That's entirely random! It's unfair! That means... GASP! I might LOSE to someone I feel I shouldn't! It's a mentality that I (and many others who got a better grasp of what the point of the event was) would grow out of. It wasn't about winning. It was about the writing.

Within the first year there was the expected churn of organizing and hosting an event; Volatility between players and factions, the fact that a weekly schedule in primetime meant your Saturdays were locked down if you wanted to stay consistent, real life getting involved and forcing absences or changes. Sigyn Shieldbreaker gave way to Sindl Arahan. Sindl gave way to a loose coalition of people familiar with the rules. For a brief period of time, the future of the event was uncertain. That's when I figured "Hell, I can do this."

Ta-da.

I have a lot of extremely fond memories at the Grindstone. I've got a lot of not-so-fond memories, too. More than that, so do a laundry list of other people. The Grindstone means a lot to me, but the fact that it also means so much to other people is really what makes me proud of what the event has achieved over the years. Strangers met and became friends. Sometimes more than that (I would still like an invite to the wedding when it happens). Stories were etched, characters were developed. People who had no idea what roleplaying was about walked by, saw a crowd and hung out. Every night was anyone's night, and everyone has a story to tell.

A fishing rod. A frying pan. Arrows tipped with paint. Someone fighting with hair brushes. Impossible come-from-behind victories. That time someone fighting for the first time winning the whole show. The several dozen times that happened, in fact. The time that one guy wrote "attaks with all his mite" and nearly won the night. That hand that got cut off. That lady who emoted giving birth on the sidelines. That kid who kept trying to fight. "FOOOOOORE!"

If you attended the Grindstone at any point of the years, at least one of those probably just touched a memory. That's the thing I keep thinking about as we're on the cusp of this event turning ten years old. Ten! The Grindstone's seen three US presidents, five English Prime Ministers, outlasted the Confederacy by twofold! Children who were not yet conceived when the first fights happened are now old enough for you to talk to and have a conversation with.

The list of names involved both in front of the curtain and behind it is entirely too long to name, or even recall. At least for me. I'm incredibly proud that folks have volunteered their time and their nights and their energy and efforts to make sure the Grindstone exists and will continue to do so. I'm happy that so many people, even if they only showed up once and didn't really like it, at least got to experience it. They got to take something away from it. The Grindstone got dropped into the middle of an extremely large lake and boy did we make some ripples.

Today is October 5th. It's not a date many people could recall many details about, but for me it's always going to be special, even if I wasn't actually there the first night. I hope that everyone who got to experience the Grindstone in their own way feels that way, too. That sometime when the air is just right and someone notices it's a Saturday night, that they can just know that the Grindstone is happening in the same place it always has been.

Everyone night is anyone's night. This coming Saturday, it's everyone's night.

#grindstone #balmung #ffxiv

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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AITA for giving a friend-of-a-friend the cold shoulder?

(First off, please note that most of this is just over Discord, because distance is homophobic)

I (26m) met the person in question - let's call them T, 24f) - about two weeks ago. The vibes have been kind of off for a while - they're really bad at socializing, worse even then the rest of the autistic folks I know and love, and they can get aggressive and pushy around misunderstandings - but nothing unforgivable. Then yesterday my beloved W (24nb) who I've known and been in love with for about two years was unlucky enough to trip T's issues. It definitely wasn't all T - W was bantering with them in a way that's definitely too harsh in hindsight - but T gave every indication that they were fine and enjoying it, right up until they snapped and pushed W into an emotional breakdown. (To be fair, W was already pretty close to a breakdown at that point, but still.) Our friends were pretty pissed at T, and even T's friends had a hard time getting her to admit that she should have communicated and that just saying "this feels bad" would've gotten W to drop it immediately. There was a lot of anger and a lot of protectiveness of W. But S (23nb), dating both W and T and a few other people, tried to mediate.

Today, T and W apologized to each other - T for not communicating, W for being too mean. They're apparently friends now, closer than they were before the event, although W has said it "feels weird" and maybe they'll end up pulling back later. S is just happy their loved ones like each other. But me and everyone else who knows W better than T are still angry to varying degrees with T, and one of W's loves is planning on leaving the server rather than risk becoming "angry controlling girlfriend" over W. I'm not planning on doing that, but...I'm sure as hell not engaging with T like W and S are. Not outright ignoring her or anything, but definitely not being any more than polite. I know T wasn't malicious, she was mid-breakdown at the time too and she didn't want to hurt W like this, but when I was talking to her at S's request later she lashed out at me pretty rough. And in anyone else, I'd justify it, but...I just don't like T. It doesn't help that I think T does want to do better, and - eventually - be a good friend.

So, AITA for not engaging with T like S, W, and T herself would like, despite W forgiving her?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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tsukkismoonlight · 1 year

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For You, Anything || NakedToaster x Reader

Authors note: I meant to put this in when i posted it hut work got in the way smh but !! This was my piece for the Teahouse collab, which you can find the other entries here !

Warnings: general warnings around breakups, thoughts/anxiety related to self image/self worth

Summary: You've sworn off love. After the way your last ex treated you, after all of the heartbreak, and all of the nights you lost to someone who didn't care, you have had enough. Or, that's what the plan had been. You wouldn't have guessed that a tiny fan server with less than ten members hid someone who made everything feel like all of that pain was worth it. And you, they'd do just about anything.

WC: 1.5k

You can tell that the little server is starting to wake for the night, by the sound of your notifications going off at a rapid pace. A smile crosses your face as you head over to your computer, double clicking on its icon that you had previously pinned to the taskbar.

One by one the messages loaded before your eyes, not that you had much time to read them before everyone was welcoming you back.

Nightowl was the first, as he quickly sent 'Hey hey hey! My fellow insomniac is here!'

'You two seriously need to fix your sleep schedules.' Was Onion's way of saying hi to you today.

'Hello to you too, Onion. I swear i'm trying my hardest' you type in response, before pausing and sending another message, 'Nightowl on the other hand…he's beyond saving.'

This earned an appearance from Quest, who came in to defend Nightowl on the low, 'Lets not gang up on the kid,'

'Thanks Quest, at least someone believes in me T-T'

You hummed to yourself, as another message made its way into the server. Though, this time it wasn't directed at you.

'Well if it isn't the ever so elusive Toaster.' Xyx's odd profile picture graced the chat room as he noted that Nakedtoaster was now active in the server.

'Wakey wakey Toast and shakey~' came Nightowl, quick to reference a story that Salo had told the group some few days ago.

'That again? How many times are you going to greet me with that, Owl?' You could practically hear the half-hearted exasperation through Toaster's message as if he was sitting right next to you.

'Is it better than Xyx always following up with "what's shakin bacon?" ' owl asked next, knowing full and well that Toaster really didn't mind either of the terms.

You took the slight lapse in the conversation to greet him yourself, 'good evening Toasty,'

'yeah yeah evening' he sends, then a short pause before another message from him loads, 'specifically good evening to you though.'

Another smile settles onto your features, as you reread his message.

From there the server seemed to find a good tempo in a happy conversation, talking about some bloomic fan-theory that June happened to come across just a few days prior.

You pull your attention away from the monitor for a moment to check your phone, swiping away the notifications displayed at the top of its screen. Outside of the server, you didn't have very many people to talk to. Sure, you had a few friends from work, and maybe one or two acquaintances that you made when you were still in school, but as life seemed to drag on, the less you heard from them. There was a point in time where you had a previous partner, and you had spent most of your free time with him.

And while things had started off nicely, they didn't end that way. He was controlling, you had to dress a certain way, speak a certain way, you had to take interest in the things he liked. The conversations were never about you. He would constantly criticize you, from the way you looked, to the way you'd write your As. By the time you finally managed to escape the guy, he had stripped you of who you were, or who you had been.

Your eyes glance to the date in the corner of your monitor. It had been nearly a year and a half since then. A year and a half of trying to fit cut up puzzle pieces together, in hopes that you'd get to see yourself again. Eighteen months of pushing yourself past your limits just to pick your hobbies and interests back up. Eighteen months of wondering if you could even go back to who you were before the guy.

A quiet ping from your computer broke you from your thoughts, and you looked to see a message from Toasty in the juicy gamers channel, one that only held Xyx, Toaster and yourself. Its purpose was supposed to be for Toaster and Xyx to talk about ffxiv, but by now it was just another chat room within the bloomic server.

As you clicked on the channel, you saw that it had been Nakedtoaster who pinged you, asking if you were alright, since you had gone quiet in the general chat.

'I'm alright! I was just thinking about something a little serious, I guess I got lost in my train of thought for a bit.'

You watched as it showed him typing, then a pause, then that he was typing again. Finally, he sent his message, 'wanna talk in the voice channel? You can share your thoughts with me if you'd like'

You pause for a moment. That would mean telling them about your ex. Not that you weren't ever open about your past with the server before. But, this was different. After breaking things off with your ex, you had promised yourself to do one thing; to swear off love, at least until you were ready to try again. You didn't want to rush into another relationship, only to doubt yourself again. You couldn't get stuck in another situation like that, especially if you weren't ready to put yourself first. And if you were being honest with yourself, you hardly had the words to explain that to someone else.

Yet, you found yourself joining Toaster's call, easily falling into the pattern that the two of you had made in your time in the server.

"You /still/ take forever to join calls," he smiles into his camera, slightly leaned forwards as they spoke into their mic.

You playfully roll your eyes at the comment, sighing as you did, "Not my fault /someone/ is so impatient,"

"Only because it's you,"

Your breath seems to hitch in your throat. Toaster said it so casually, that you almost missed how they actually meant it. You always seemed to misinterpret their words, everything he said always felt like it held more weight. And despite your vow to stay far away from relationships, you could never shake off the ever growing mix of anxiety and something that you didn't want to name that resided within your mind.

"Hey, you alright? I've called your name a few times now," Toasty is leaned back in his chair again, a worried look clear as day on his face.

You blink a few times, fighting off an awkward smile, mind racing to think of any excuse. When you couldn't form the words, Toaster let out a slow chuckle, as if he had understood your train of thought.

"I meant that as in…well." He paused, a heavy blush spreading across his face, "As in, I really enjoy talking with you and I'm impatient."

"But, only me?"

"Yeah. I wanted to say something earlier, but, I think I might have developed..uh..feelings for you."

The feeling was back. A confusing amount of dread, and content, like oil and water, refusing to mix but making themselves known aggressively.

"Toaster I-" you start, feeling your hands begin to shake, "I'm not…well…I don't want to outright say no or anything but..I'm not sure I'm ready for..well for that."

To your surprise, they let out another gentle laugh, nodding their head as they leaned back towards their mic, "I know,"

"Huh?"

"Well, I remembered awhile back that you mentioned a shitty ex, so I figured that this might be the case if I did confess…which is why I prepared myself." You watch as he fidgets with the short microphone stand, his eyes straying to something on his desk as he continued, "I'm not going to rush you. And I'm not going to make you tell me anything about your past relationship. I wanted to tell you that I like you, so that you know that I'm here, if you'll have me, whenever that may be."

You were stunned. Despite spending so much time with the Blooming Panic server, getting to know everyone, and letting them get to know this new, healing version of yourself, you had never stopped to think that any of them would actually take a deeper interest in you. Especially when you seemed to feel so lost in your own self worth and image, like looking into a mirror that was hastily glued back together. And yet they had. Nakedtoaster had looked at the same mirror, and decided that he wanted you.

You hardly notice a small stream of tears that fall from your face, as you speak, "You'd do that for me? You'd really wait?"

They lean back in their chair again, looking towards their camera with half lidded eyes, "I like you for who you are, and I know that. So, as long as I know that I want you, I'm okay with waiting."

He lets you sit for a moment, not commenting on your tears, or on the way you couldn't believe his words. Toasty was true to their words, they'd be okay with you taking your time, in this moment, and in the next. Something told you that you could trust him with that. Slowly, you let a smile make its way onto your face as you wipe away the uncertainty that had come from your eyes. Then, when you bring your attention back to them, they say one more thing.

"So, of course. For you, I'd do anything."

#teahouse collab: dark chocolates #collab #multifandom collab #blooming panic visual novel #blooming panic #bloomic #Nakedtoaster #blooming panic nakedtoaster #bp nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster x reader

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