#im sure there might be some nice messages on there!! but the thought of logging into facebook makes me đł
I realized partway through today that I may have gotten birthday wishes on facebook but I don't have the Energy to respond to them đ
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Haikyu boys when they make you insecure PT 1 (Kenma,Kuroo)
Part 1 Part 2 Â Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.
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genre: angst, fluff
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Kenma:
You and Kenma have been in a long distance relationship for a while.
Both of you stream, Kenma doing it seriously for his job and you just playing it for fun,
Sometimes you stream together of course but because of your difference in audiences and games you donât do it all the time
âBye guys! Hope you enjoyed todays streamâ You wave off to the camera and shut off your PC taking a few sips of water.
Kenma: Hey.. nice stream today Y/N are you going to watch mine?
Y/N: Of course I willÂ
Kenma: Ok talk to you later
Y/N: okayy <3
Kenma is what inspired you to stream, he also taught you all the ins and outs of streaming making sure you were set and ready. Your gaming style was very relaxed and friendly as you obviously werenât streaming as a career just for fun and to make friends with your online viewers. The games you played were usually: minecraft, COD, Sims 4, Roblox, Animal crossing and *Insert your favourite game here* the way I literally named all the games I playÂ
You wait for Kenmas stream to start, kind of excited as youâve always loved seeing your boyfriend in his âelementâ when it comes to playing to games. As your boyfriends stream starts you see heâs already chosen what game he is playing today which is to your surprise Call of duty, since that was the game you were playing earlier.
As he gets into the stream you are entertained, as always since Kenma was being his usual self laughing at his own deadpan jokes and interacting with his viewers. He is currently waiting for his capture the flag game to start so as he waits he decides to read some comments in the chat.
Youâre used to the usual âKenma where is Y/N I miss your usual streams togetherâ or âkenma please RAIL meâ which always makes you laugh. You were also used to the common hate comments Kenma and You both got on your streams but you were definitely not ready for this..
@ Ihatewomanandiamadick : Hey Kenma did you see your girls stream today she is so dog shit at COD lmaoooo jhdfkjdrhdrr
âWell hello ihatewomenandiamadickâ started Kenma âbut yes I did see Y/N stream and obviously she is not the best at games and I would definitely NOT ask her to team with me for any serious gaming competitions ... but sheâs fun to watch I guessâ as he finished speaking about you his game loaded up so he focused his attention on that the words he just spoke going to the back of his mind as they end up at the forefront of yours.
You obviously knew you were no match for Kenmaâs gaming expertise but you didnât expect him to publicly agree with a hate comment let alone add more of his imput on you. Did he really think that about you? âSheâs fun to watch I guessâ did he not even enjoy your streams that much?
You wanted to distract yourself, and you definitely couldnât do that watching him so you close off of his stream and get in your bed deciding to watch your favourite show.Â
Waking up at 6pm after your sad nap, you see that Kenma has left some messages to you,
Kenma: hey did you watch my stream?
Kenma: do you want to facetime later and play some minecraft..?
Kenma: y/n r u ok??
Y/N: oh hey cnt play minecraft w you rn not really in the mood..
Kenma: oh ok..
Time passed since then a month to be exact and you basically dropped off of the face of the earth, you werenât in the mood to do anything let alone game and stream, which was a constant reminder of your boyfriend (something you didnât want at the time.)Â
You felt embarrassed over all the things he said about you and all the things you now think he thinks about you and the way you play. Maybe he thinks even worse things about you, beyond just how you game? What if he doesnât even genuinely like you...or he has someone else...it does make sense, you do both live miles and miles away from eachother AND heâs a big streamer you see the amount of girls in his comments.
You shake your head to erase your protruding thoughts coming in your mind, but it doesnât really help. You and Kenma havenât spoken much over this month he tried to constantly reach out to you at first but you assume he got bored over your constant, repetitive dry texts. So you were almost content with you and Kenma not even being in a relationship anymore.
However on Kenmaâs side, he was beyond worried about you. Since you havenât been streaming or barely responded to his texts he thought something happened to you, but he didnât want to be seen as âoverstepping boundariesâ if there was nothing wrong at all with you and you simply were just ânot in the mood.âÂ
So here he is, in Kurooâs apartment trying to get him to help him out on finding out what is wrong with you.
âSo kenma can you remember what happened the day when Y/N went âghostââ asked Kuroo in a mock detective voice
âY/N didnât go âghostâ Kuro, and take this seriouslyâ said Kenma âIâm worried bout herâ
âOkay fine, but for real whatâs the last thing you remember before she started acting all weird.âÂ
âUmm I think it was around a month ago I did my saturday stream and I think she was on it but she didnât leave her usual nice comments throughoutâ
âOhh that was the stream when you sai-â Kuroo said before pausing his words as the memory of what Kenma said about you on his stream came in his mind, as even Kuroo thought it was a tad bit harsh for Kenma to say all those things âI think I know why Y/N has been so distant kiddoâ
âWhat why?â Asked Kenma
Kuroo pulls out his phone and brings up the clip off what Kenma said and Kenmaâs face cringes âdid he really say all those things about youâ he thinks.Â
âShit.. I didnât know I said all of thatâ he said quietly âhow do I make it up to her?â
âThereâs only one thing you can really do Kenmaâ said kuroo
You are woken up out of your sleep by a knock on the door. Getting out your bed like a zombie, you trudge to your front door only surprised by what you see. There in his 5â˛6 glory stood your âboyfriendâ Kenma with a controller and a kitten teddy in his hand. You were very tempted to shut the door in his face and get back to your dreamless sleep but you waited on him to speak.
âHi Y/Nâ he said quietly âwanna play some minecraft...?â
âWhy so you can ridicule me on how shit I am?â You ask bitterly ready to shut the door on him
âNo! No not allâ he said stopping you from shutting the door entering your place âY/N iâm really sorry on what I said, I wasnât thinking AT ALL... I love watching your streams and I think youâre great at playing games...I was just being a dick,â
You take a deep breath before tears pool in your eyes âwhat you said really hurt me kenma..â you say â I know people say shitty things on the internet all the time... itâs the internet. But I wasnât expecting you to agree with the hater and say even more shitty things on top of that.. I donât think I want to even stream anymoreâ
Upon hearing that, Kenmaâs mouth parts open with shock âyou dont want to stream anymoreâ were his comments that bad? Now he feel even worse as he should and is now more determined to make things right.Â
He impulsively drags your arm into your game room, catching your surprise âwhat is he up too?â you think. He stops for a second seeing your usual pristine gaming set up, collected up with dust.Â
âWhat are you do-â you startÂ
âJust wait!â He says, as he rushes away turning on all your stuff and logging onto his twitch account as he sees the views go up he starts to speak
 âHi guys, its me kodzuken and today Iâm here on stream with my beautiful girlfriend and today I want to say..â he turns to you âY/N im so sorry for the horrible things I said to you that day... I was just being a dick and Iâm sorry I really am.â
You look at the chat and you see some confusion and some people recalling his words from last month. âItâs fine Kenma, I forgive youâ you say giving him a hugâ
âOkay Y/N, so what do you say... wanna beat my ass at bed wars?â He says with a smirkÂ
âWhen have I ever loss?â you return his smirk
Of course you did beat his ass as bed wars for rounds on rounds never losing proving yourself to actually be a good gamer girl. You enjoyed your time with Kenma, forgetting what he said before about you and moving on.Â
Eventually, you guys moved in together and streamed together all the time and yes you still do play for fun but youâve gotten way better at COD (some may say better then Kenma) but who is better didnât matter to any of you, as long as you got to play together thatâs all you both cared about.
Kuroo:
Kuroo and you have been together since you were in your first year of high schoolÂ
You met as friends first when you got him to tutor you in chemistry ( a subject you still arenât that good at.)
Now you have your upcoming entrance exams for university in a month so your school has you doing mock exams in preparation for them.
20%
You look down at your chemistry paper that your teacher just handed you. 20%. Youâre surprised, very surprised since out of all your subjects (that you go 90+% on) you studied on the chemistry test the hardest ensuring Testurou, that you didnât need his help at all. But I guess it turns out, you did.
This failing mock grade put a blunder on your day, you didnât interact with anyone and didnât want to see your boyfriend so you skipped your usual routine of meeting him on the rooftop and went to the library instead âmight aswell start early on your studyingâ you thought.
As you were going over your chemistry topics, you hear an âahemâ next to you and you turn your head only to find your boyfriend and his friends next to you. Kuroo with his usual goofy smile on his face.Â
âHey kitten where were you at lunch?â he askedÂ
âNeeded to go to the library, Chemistry is kicking my assâ you mumbledÂ
âOyaâ he said as he noticed your chemistry test laying under your textbook â20%, well damn Y/N I knew you were stupid, but I didnât know you were that stupidâ he laughed doing his stupid usual hyena-like laugh.
Ouch well that hurt. You slightly flinched at his words, âReally your name, you didnât know the molecular formula for ethanol, thatâs first year workâ he said continuing to laugh âIâm pretty sure thatâs one of the first things I tutored you on when we first metâÂ
His overbearing laughter was not good for you, you were already having a bad day and yes you do know your not that good at chemistry but you didnât need your chemistry-enthusiast boyfriend to make fun of you for failing. Kenma and Yaku stood there awkwardly obviously aware of how bad Kuroo is making you feel but they didnât really know how to stop his friend in the moment.Whilst heâs still dying of laughter you decide to pack up your stuff and leave the library.
You managed to get your Chemistry tutor to let you retake your mock paper in a week so that means, extra hard studying with no distractions you definitely canât fail again. Since studying on your own was definitely not a good option, and you couldnât go to Kuroo (especially after he ridiculed you) you decided to ask the second smartest person you know to tutor you.
Y/N: Hey Yaku! Can I ask you a favour?
Yaku: Hi Y/N what do you need??
Y/N: I have my chemistry retake next week, and as you know from your loud-loud friend I failed my recent test so can you tutor me??Â
Y/N: Pleaseeee
Yaku: Ok Y/N why canât you ask Kuroo you know that heâd be more than happy to help
Y/N: Yakuu pleasee just help me outÂ
So there you was, nearly a week done with your study sessions with Yaku and youâre feeling way more confident than before.Â
âY/N what is the functional group of a Carboxylic Acidâ Yaku asked
âumm... COO?âÂ
âGreat! thatâs correct Y/Nâ he praises i dont actually know if itâs correct or not
You then hear a knock at Yakuâs front door and hear his mum let the person in, Kuroo then enters Yakuâs bedroom with shock plastered on his face surprised to see you here.
âY/N...hey?â he says confused âwhat are you doing here?â
âOh Mori-chan is just helping me with chemistry for my retake tommorowâ you say nochalantly internally smiling at the twinge in Kurooâs face at the purposeful use of Yakuâs first name.
âSo why didnât you ask me to help you know Iâm a chemistry whizâ he asks
âMaybe Iâm too stupid to be taught under your tutelageâ you mumble âsince I seem to forget whatever you teach me, even when itâs 3 years ago... but okâ
âY/N I-â he startsÂ
âOh save it Kuroo, I have studying to doâ you say cutting him off
âBut I-â he tries
âSo Mori-chan COOH is the function group of ethyl ethonate right?â you ask ignoring your boyfriend who is now at a lost for words
âummm yeah it isâ says yaku who is clearly feeling heavily awkward at the tension in his bedroom.
Kuroo leaves and you and yaku finish off the studying for the night, you did feel a little bad for being a bit mean to Kuroo but itâs karma for him being a dick to you.Â
You wake up the next day ready for your exam which was first thing in the morning, before you hand in your phone you see a message from Kuroo,
Kuroo: I know youâre still mad at me, but I think youâre going to do so well on this test. Youâre not stupid at all, youâre really smart and I love you < 3Â
Kuroo: Good luck Y/N
You donât respond to the message but smile at the sincerity of it and thankful for the boost of confidence it gave you before you start your exam.
Finishing the exam with a smile, you were confident you did well as everything you and Yaku went over was on the paper and youâre almost certain you atleast got more than 75%. You have to wait an hour before your teacher can give you your results, so in the meantime you might aswell reconcile with Kuroo.
When you exit the classroom, standing there was Kuroo who seemed to have been waiting for you for the whole duration of the exam.
âSo how was it?â Kuroo asked, apprenhensive as he assumed you would just ignore him like you did at Yakuâs house.
âIt was fine, I think it went alright..â you say
âKurooâ
âY/Nâ
You say simultaneously, he pauses for a second to let you speak âIâm sorry I was being so stand offish when we were at Yakuâs I just wanted you to see I could do it on my own, and when you called me stupid I really took that to heart since you and I both know that Chemistry wasnât ever my best subjectâÂ
âIâm sorry too, I didnât mean to make you feel bad, and since it was only a practice test I didnât think youâd take it to heart but I am sorry I know you arenât stupid.â
Before you got to say anything else, your Chemistry teacher exited the room with your chemistry paper in hand. Kuroo grabbed your hand anticipating your nerves and gave it a gentle squeeze.
âMiss L/Nâ said your teacher âWell done on your chemistry testâ he turned your test around to sure a perfect 100%. Both you and Kuroo gasped, you were elated to say the least you wanted to jump up and down in excitement but a PERFECT 100%.
âIâd also like to add that you have now got the top chemistry score in the school beating the previous title holder Kuroo Testurouâ said your teacher, this made Kuroo open his mouth even wider in surprise nearly making you giggle at his response.Â
Your teacher took his leave, leaving you and Kuroo in the hallway â I guess iâm the chemistry whizz now â you say wiggling your eyebrows just as Kuroo did to you before at Yakuâs this made him chuckle as he came to put his arm around you.
âY/N donât get ahead of yourself now, you may have won this battle but I will win the warâ he said smiling
In the final exam, you continue your winning streak also getting a near 100% and still beating Kuroo which didnât matter to either of you, now youâre just like him cracking chemistry puns and jokes all the time which none of your friends appreciated but atleast Kuroo found them SODIUM funny.
AN: Please kill me for the last line of Kuroos, I didnât really like Kurooâs since it was a bit self indulgent with my hate for chemistry but what do you guys think?
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cc!Tommy x Reader
â"Keep the change"
âTommy
âTw: None
âNotes: Be respectful please. It's just fluff anyways, nothing to get upset about
âSong: "Mixed Messages" By Tom Cardy
The soft clicking of a keyboard filled the air. Combine that with the steady hum of a PC, and you had the perfect lullaby for a lazy Saturday afternoon.
Inside a room decorated with calming accents sat a young figure, typing away fluently on her grey keyboard.
Their name was (Y/n), and although it appeared to be a relatively minor moment, thousands of thoughts were flying around in her head at speeds only she could keep up with.
You see, (Y/n) was a twitch streamer. A well known one in fact. But instead of your average gamer screaming at pixelated screens all day, she took on a rather unique approach to the well known website.
Ever since she had been a young girl, (Y/n) wanted to help others. But due to her subtle, yet noticeable, awkwardness around people, she had found a separate way to get her voice out there.
At the ripe age of 17, she created an account under the name DontOverlookUs. Cheesy, I know, but it got an unexpected reaction in such a short amount of time. Now, after months of hard work, (Y/n) was finally getting recognized for her strange content.
What she did that made her so different from the average gamer girl, was that (Y/n) would stream a live podcast. Then after finishing it, she would upload the lengthy content to an alt account on YouTube. (Also undergoing the name Don't Overlook Us.)
Most of these so-called "podcasts" were actually just (Y/n) talking about the problems in today's society and providing verbal support to the people. She focused mainly on her generation, which ended up attracting many fellow Gen Z'ers with a thirst for change.
Currently, her most popular uploads were "Boys will be boys; but respectably" and "Eating disorders. Also known as a pain in the ass."
You can probably guess what they're about.
If one had stumbled across these cheesy titles on their own, they might have filed them away as some inspirational shit that the government required high school teachers to dish out. But because of her bubbly and humorous attitude, nearly every teen on the internet knew who DontOverlookUs was.
Networking. It did wonders for the virtual world.
That's why back in the present, (Y/n) was currently finishing setting up her streaming surroundings. (Yes, she did her streams a certain way. It helped calm her anxiety when facing such a prestigious platform as Twitch and YouTube.)
The influencer pulled up her screen, reached for a fuzzy blanket to wrap around her shoulders, and then clicked start.
It took a moment before she started to talk.
"Hey." The woman greeted her screen calmly with a small smile and a tiny wave. Immediately, countless numbers of people flew in, the numerous comments reflecting in her (e/c) pools.
"Glad to see everyone here today." She made sure to do her signature greeting that made the fans' hearts glow with warmth. To them, there was just something so precious yet empowering by the young activist that made them log on over and over again.
"As many of you might know, today's stream is a tad bit different. I notice how you all really seem to like my weird sense of humor when I talk about things, so I figured we could do a stream to get to know me more."
ReadYouFucks: WALMART TWENTY QUESTIONS??!! POG
dry_w4ater: Can I be the first question? I love your eyes btw. They're just so prettyyy <333
uwu187: Nice blanket yo. Where'd ya get it
fathotpockets: You saved me from doing chores lol :')
(Y/n) laughed at the eccentric comments. They never failed to surprise her; and most of the time it was for the better.
"I guess this is sort of like twenty questions, huh? And of course you can ask the first question dry water. Fire away."
y0urm0msmushr00m: NUUU I WANTED TO ASK IT
WEt_watEr: *cries in 'I know you aren't talking to me'*
dry_w4ter: What's your favorite colour, food, animal, and why?
dristas_closethanger: SORRY IM LATE (Y/N). I WAS STRUGGLING WITH HOMEWORK. MATH SUCKS ASS
(Y/n) took a second to find dry_w4ters question through all the strange usernames and uplifting compliments.
The positivity was not a new thing to her channel. In fact, sometimes people compared her streams to the comment sections in Bob Ross videos. Rarely would you find any hateful words in either of them. It was one of the few things (Y/n) actually prided herself on.
After finally spotting it, (Y/n) leaned back and prepared for her stream to officially begin.
"A good question my watery friend. I would have to say my favorite color is (f/c). As for why-"
And it went on like that for a while. Comments would bombard the comfy girl with questions, a few even donating to get recognized further.
In the sea of query, it was only a matter of time before a particular one caught her eye.
She just didn't expect it to be so soon.
s1mpforg0gy donated $10 Sorry I was late to the stream. George was playing and I had to finish seeing it. You always put a smile on my face. That being said, what's your opinion on the DSMP?
(Y/n) paused mid sentence after the automated voice had read off the donation. There was a clear difference in her expression now. Her face had lit up with a genuine toothy grin.
"Um, well, first off, thank you for the donation Gogy simp. I'm glad I can make you happy." She cleared her throat, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart.
"As for the smp, hold all the questions for now guys. I have quite a bit to say."
StanLee'sFountainPen: all good things i hope...
underURbed: *sips tea quietly*
Heneamn: ooOoooOooooOooO
"Okay, right off the bat, I'm just going to let you know I have, in fact, seen little to no content off the huge fanbase." She chuckled nervously. The chat blew up, in disbelief that such a widely known girl as herself had never even watched any of their videos.
"But! But but but-" She wagged a finger in the air. "-I have been watching this one kid recently. They're these vlogs that he does. I can only describe them as "crackhead energy". But I'm blanking on the channel name right now." (Y/n) tapped a finger to her chin in thought.
hermosas_and_cheese: TOM SIMMONS?!?!?
(Y/N)_MY_BELOVED: Tom Simmons lmao
dreamslefteyebrow: THE CHILD
(Y/n) snapped her fingers in recognition.
"Tom Simmons! That's right! I quite love the channel, I even have it pulled up on my recent watch history. Here."
(Y/n) shuffled out of her comfortable position to shimmy over to her mouse. After a quick screen share and navigating smoothly through her YouTube account, the girls history was up on the screen.
After going past a couple of 80's music playlist videos (which did not go unnoticed by the chat) she reached her goal.
"This was my favorite." She beamed, laughing at the memory of first watching it. It was the Tom Simmons video titled 'I DO THE CRAZIEST OBSTACLE COURSE IN ENGLAND!!!'
"I ended up spitting out my water while laughing at a couple points. The chaotic energy that all of them produced was too much for my sleep deprived brain at three am."
JoinMySiriCult: 3 am gang, ayo-
y0urm0msmushr00m: saaaaame honestly
SubToFoolishAye: L
ReadYouFucks: who didn't spit water out tbh
stanjesus: Meh, Tommy's annoying to me. Too loud and weird :/
"Oooh, really wish you didn't say that Mr.Jesus Stan." (Y/n) snapped her fingers with a sigh. "I actually thought he was quite adorable with his wild energy and all. And don't clip that. I'm just stating a fact." (Y/n)'s voice became more serious towards the end. The chat was filled with suspicious comments soon after.
tellatubysupremacy: *quietly screenshots*
3vilD1shwash3rsUn1te: haha, us? clip that? hahaha
dontdomilkkkkk: >:)
(Y/n) narrowed her eyes playfully at the screen before brushing it off with a smile. Twitch always knew how to make her laugh.
She then proceeded to talk back at the chat for a couple more moments before it began to blow up for no reason.
sleepwhatsthat: THE CHILD
probablypoison: THE CHILD
YOUR7thESSAY: o7
giraffesarecool: IM WEARING HIS MERCH RN. AUGHHHH
(Y/n) pulled a face of confusion. Why was everyone going crazy all of a sudden? Well, more crazy than usual at least.
She was about to ask before the automated robot voice cut her off the second time today.
TommyInnit donated $100 A WOMAN WATCHES ME?! POG
(Y/n) blinked once. Was that-
I think it was.
"U-um thanks for the dono Mr. Innit. But you didn't have to give me that much money." She said, heat creeping up her face. Shock coursed through her veins.
What was he doing here?! Surely not watching her streams...
That would be absurd!
TommyInnit donated $100
What are you going to do about it??? >:)))
"Fuck you." She said. But a round of laughter clashed with her harsh words, making sure that everyone knew she didn't mean it.
"Never thought the infamous Tom Simmons would invade my stream." (Y/n) placed a dramatic hand over her heart, playing up the moment to its fullest.
TommyInnit donated $100 Don't act like you don't love me
"Seriously dude! Stop donating so much! Keep your money!" She sputtered out. The situation was overwhelming her a bit. It didn't help that the chat was now spamming things like "SIMP INNIT' and '(y/n) x tommy? pog???'
A small grin creeped on her flustered face however. And a steely glint in her glittering irises told you that she had a sudden idea.
"Hey chat..." She twirled with a lock of her hair innocently, however the look in her eyes was anything but. "Can anyone tell me if Tommy is live right now?"
putdownthe9jamal: YUP
closethegoddamndo0r: YESSSS
ĂwĂł: OWN HIS ASS (Y/N)
Technosuport101: *tea intensifies*
Ermmm: This is going to be all over Twitter later, I'm calling it
CurrentlyHoldingGrudges: YEA HE'S STREAMING RIGHT NOW. WATCHING YOU TOO!!!
"Well isn't that nice." She clapped her hands together before cracking her neck like a bad bitch. Somewhere in London, Tommy was probably sweating his ass off.
Without taking down her screen share, (Y/n) speed clicked her way back to twitch, finding Tommy's live stream in a matter of minutes.
She could see the blond panicking frantically as he watched (Y/n)'s chat rat him out.
"Shut up! Shut up you fuckers! She's going to see me!!!" He laughed loudly. But with the way his eyes were darting around the room, (Y/n) could tell he was nervous about her intentions.
She smiled cheerily while typing out a bit of information into her computer. Seconds later, a purple icon appeared on Tommy's screen with a variety of words underneath it.
DontOverlookUs donated $500 Keep the change you insufferable child :D
(Y/n) leaned back in her chair with a triumphant grin, waiting for a reaction from the boy. I mean, sure. There goes her allowance for the next year, but this is the most fun she's had in a while.
(Y/n) observed as Tommy went silent; a first for him. The chat was blowing up, but neither of the streamers were paying any attention. They just continued to watch each other through their computers.
"I hate you. I hope you die in a fire." Tommy hid his face behind his hands embarrassedly while shouting his words at her. You could tell he didn't mean any of it though, and (Y/n) laughed.
Logging out of screenshare, she redirected her attention back to her own stream.
"Thanks for all the fun Tommy. You seem like a pretty swell person. I don't normally plug a lot of people, but sub to Mr. Innit guys. It'd mean a lot to him." The corners of (Y/n)'s mouth tilted up as she saw all the responses.
HoundDog: DU DU DU DU-
tommys100thsimp: *glances as usersname nervously*
User7: lmao okay
Satisfied with the sudden responses to her announcement, she blew an unexpected kiss at the camera.
"Looks like I'm going to have to go do some more digging on this Dream spm thing. Loved the stream today and thank you for all the generous donations. This'll be up on YouTube whenever I get off my lazy ass to edit. Now go get some sleep or no updates for a year." She took one last look at the chat's sweet farewell messages before ending it.
A strange silence fell over her room as she closed all her recording platforms. Editing could wait, (Y/n) wasn't kidding when she said that she had some digging to do.
Whipping out her phone, (Y/n) flopped on her bed and pulled up Tommy's channel. Funny thumbnails and over exaggerated titles flooded her vision.
With a snicker and a fast click, a lengthy playlist of the child's contents uploaded itself onto her screen.
Wouldn't this be fun.
Subtle Tommy. Verrrry subtle
Hope you liked this. This was the first inspration for the book, so buckle up. It's going to be a long ride my friend...
A heads up too, my authors notes will increase further through the story, so there's that. Can't say I didn't warn you :)
Edit: I FIXED THE TYPO YOU GUYS. STOP COMMENTING THINGS LIKE, 'Whos this TommyInnuy dude?" I KNOW I SUCK AT SPELLING :'D
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Hi there! Im not sure if I've requested from you before have I?
So I was wondering if I could have a one-shot Sadie/F!ChubbyReader? Something sweet that gets steamy.
I was thinking that it could be the readers having a rough time because she thinks she's unworthy of love and the fact that she's into women makes it even harder.
Take your time, no need to rush~
Feel free to message me if you cant/won't do this I understand Xx
You hadn't requested from me before, btw. BUT I really loved writing this one for you! I hope it's what you've been looking for <3 (I also hope there are no more errors left, I only proofread this once)
Rating: Explicit
Words: 2679
Warnings: NSFW, Low Self-Esteem Reader (Body-Image issues)
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It was one of the rare occasions when camp was quiet, most gang-members fast asleep as darkness spread over Clemens Point.
You had missed the silence, already used to the rambunctious songs, to the laughter and chatter of the others. Even if those good times never were to last.
These days, it was hard to achieve happiness, to feel even remotely safe, your travels East having shaken the entire group to the core.
And sometimes, you wished you had stayed in the West, had bought land and settled down like you've planned, even if that might not have changed a thing.
When it was quiet, like now, your mind often wandered, drifted along with the sounds of rippling water.
It was nice here, better than it had been up at Colter, but you still felt out of place. And no amount of fresh air or crisp water could change that.
With a sigh, you leaned further against the log behind you, your arms crossed in front of your chest where you sat.
At least in the darkness, no one had to stare at you. Had to see you.
You could just be, with no obligations to be appealing to anyone at all.
Never before had Dutch sent you out to distract any targets, to use your good looks on unsuspecting fools like the other women at camp often did. Because you had none. Or so you told yourself.
Of course it was harsh, of course you had other things to offer. But with a couple pounds too many, with chub around your cheeks and your hips, you didn't feel as attractive as you wished you would be.
You envied Abigail, Mary-Beth, Karen, Tilly... if not for their appearance then for their confidence. And Sadie? Sometimes you wished you could walk a day in her shoes, that you could stop caring about what other people thought and put on some pants.
Though you feared you'd only get stared at more like that.
Time went by without you noticing. Maybe you've nodded off somewhere down the line, the sight of the water gleaming beneath the moonlight oddly tranquil and soothing to you.
Your thoughts continued to roam, continued to shift and flow like the water in front of you.
Occasionally, you'd see a fish jump out of the lake, would hear a nocturnal bird taking flight within the nearby trees. And you yearned to be free like them; free of judgment, of society's standards, and your own low self-esteem.
You wondered if they perceived beauty like humans did, if they stared down at the two-legged, wingless creatures, saw long and flowing hair idly whipping in the breeze, or a freckled face and bright eyes and fell in love.
It would be a loss if they didn't, if they were unable to see what you did â and you decided that maybe, being a human might not be all that bad.
Sure, all you could do was behold the beauty around you. You knew you would never get a chance of something more; knew you couldn't compliment the way Sadie's yellow blouse flattered her figure and receive more than a simple "thank you".
It had always been like that â you, finding beauty in another woman, finding beauty in her voice, the sparkle in her eyes and the way she strutted and sauntered along the way. You knew you couldn't change that, knew that you would never be 'normal', but hell, you didn't want to be. If there even was such a thing as normal.
In the past, and even up to the current day, you've struggled with it. With your sexuality.
You had come to terms with it, of course, but you knew that you only stood out more with your chosen way of life. If your body wasn't enough to keep people away, your orientation might just be, and it worried you, what the others might think should you ever come out to them.
It hadn't been your intention to grow upset, your brain doing it to yourself no matter what you tried to do about it.
So you sat and stared out onto the lake, gaze blank as you simply beheld the beauty all around. Watching, and doing nothing, as always.
The sound of boots upon sand drew you out of your thoughts, your head turning to see a familiar figure approaching.
She was tall, slim, her hair braided beneath her hat. A few strands hung loose, though that only held it's special charm.
"What're you doin' out here?" Sadie asked, sitting down on the fallen tree behind you. She kept a bit of a polite distance, crossing her legs as her elbows rested upon her propped up knee.
You swallowed softly, looked back ahead and out onto the wide lake. "Just thinking," you explained, unable to come up with anything else that might explain you being restless and awake at this time of day.
The other woman hummed, her own gaze trailing over the water in front of her.
It appeared black in the dark of night, only little light reflexes showing the movement of the soft waves.
"Did someone say somethin' again?"
Her sudden words brought you back to reality, the silence between you having stretched for a couple minutes before.
It wasn't rare that the less pleasant people at camp upset you over your insecurities, pointed out facets of yourself that didn't need to be addressed.
You shook your head, anyhow. Today, that hadn't been the case. Besides, you never knew Sadie paid any attention to the treatment you received. "It's me," you mumbled after a moment of consideration. "Me who made me feel like crap."
And while you huffed at the words you spoke, they were genuine. Oftentimes, it was you who made your life harder than it had to be.
Sadie pushed herself off the log, plopped down into the slightly moist sand by your side. You watched her from the corners of your eyes, unsure what she was intending to do.
But she didn't do anything, merely sat with you and stared out into the water, thinking about what you had said before.
"I did that a lot," she eventually spoke up, turning to face you. "Guess it ain't the same, but Iâ sat and thought a lot, too. That never seemed to help." She chuckled, but the sound was rather mirthless, her tone more serious than anything.
You had seen her in the past, had seen her sitting outside of camp, far from anyone else. She's had a broken heart to nurse, had a terrible loss to get over, and in the end she had come out stronger than ever.
"You don't gotta tell me, if you don't want. Maybe it'd make you feel better, though."
Inhaling, you thought about her words, wondered if you would even be able to put your innermost thoughts and feelings into words.
Never before had someone asked you to share them, no one ever having as much of an interest in you as that.
"It's nothing," you tried to deflect, tried to invalidate your troubles in order to not burden Sadie with them here and now.
The woman snorted, however, raised a brow as she looked at you. "Don't look like nothin' to me," she pointed out, not impolitely.
"How about thisâ" she sat up, her back against the log as she gestured for you to come closer, to lean back against her chest.
For a moment you could only stare in disbelief, though you took the chance now that it was offered to you. It had been a while since you've last been physically close to anyone, after all.
"Comfortable?" Sadie asked. You gave her a nod, your heart racing in your chest and beating within your ears.
Holy Shit. That hadn't been how you'd imagined this night would go.
Sadie wrapped her arms around you loosely, rested her chin atop your head. She seemed content herself, seemed like she had wanted to do that for a long while. The thought made your heart skip a beat.
"I know you think you're worse than you are," Sadie spoke up again, keeping her voice low while speaking to you. It was oddly soothing, her usual rough tone sounding more than just pleasant to your ears. "But you ain't bad. Truth be told, I admire you."
That made you pause, your breath catching in the back of your throat. "Me? For what?"
She chuckled kindly, brushing through your hair to tuck a few strands behind your ear. "For knowin' who you are, and what you want. For stayin' true to yourself no matter what anyone says."
Yet again, you hadn't expected her to be all that perceptive, hadn't expected her to know much about you at all. For as long as you've known her, your conversations had been brief, cut short by your occasional shyness and nervosity. Sadie seemed to have read you better than you ever could've thought.
"I..." you weren't sure what to say, or if you should say anything at all. The woman's arms around you were soothing, almost soporific, though the warmth pooling within you made it hard to consider dozing off.
"I always wanted t'know more about you," Sadie continued, nuzzling the top of your head, her lips brushing over your strands of hair. "Wanted to know more 'bout the beautiful woman who's stolen my heart."
You were sure this had to be a dream, that you had passed out after all and your mind was playing tricks on you by now.
But Sadie felt as real as could be, her hot breath in the nape of your neck, her arms around your waist, thighs left and right of your hips. Whatever you had thought of before, all your insecurities and doubts, it all seemed far away by now.
"Meâ Me, too," you brought out, confessing to your feelings without directly doing so. Sadie was more bold and confident than you were, was more brave and straight-forward in your eyes. And just like she had said before, you admired her just as well. But most importantly, you were sure you loved her.
Feeling enlivened by her words, empowered by the warmth swelling within your heart, you turned around, straddled her lap and properly looked her in the face. "I think I love you," you properly confessed, cupping her freckled cheeks like you've wished to do for so long already.
She smiled up at you, keeping her hands on your waist for now as she leaned in, and captured your lips with her own.
The kiss didn't last as long as you've wanted it to, but upon pulling away, Sadie spoke up again; "I know I love you." Her smile grew, your forehead resting on hers when you returned the gesture.
Once your lips had met the first time, you couldn't stop yourself from going in for a second kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut, fingertips gliding along Sadie's sides and down to the hem of her shirt. Now that you knew of her feelings towards you, and were fully certain as those within yourself, you only wanted more.
She reacted in kind, teased your tongue with hers when her lips parted ever so slightly, a moan slipping into the kiss. You weren't sure if it had come from you or her, but that didn't matter much, not when your hands soon met bare skin, fingers gripping her sides while her own ran along your thighs.
"You wanna do this right here?" She asked, leaning back a little to capture your stare.
Slightly out of breath, you nodded. Hell, you didn't care where you'd do this, as long as you could feel her skin on yours.
Without missing a beat, Sadie worked on helping you out of your dress, glancing back, only to make sure camp was as quiet as it had been before.
Even if a few drunkards were still milling about, you couldn't care less, your fingers working on her buttons to relieve her off her top layer, before climbing off her lap to get her pants off her hips.
Naked, you laid back in the sand, invited her to follow you only for her lips to meet yours again. She placed her hat on top of your head, gave you a small smirk as her lips wandered lower, over your collarbone and down to your chest.
Moving boldly, her mouth latched onto one nipple right away, one hand kneading the other breast while she suckled and licked your sensitive bud.
Your breath hitched, spine curving to get closer to her heavenly mouth, your head already swimming without her having done too much just yet.
Soon enough, she had stimulated your other nipple to full hardness as well, laying down on her side next to you, and pulling you in for another kiss. "Let's keep this quiet," she muttered, her fingeres wandering once again until they reached your sex, a hum leaving her lips when she discovered the hot wetness there.
She caressed your folds, encouraged you to hitch one leg up and around her hip while coating her fingers within your slick. Slowly, her fingers circled your clit, made your hips jerk sporadically and your muscles tense here and there.
"Can I?" You had only pulled away from the kiss for a second, glancing at her while your fingers slid down her flat stomach.
"Be my guest," she grumbled, trailing lovebites along your collarbone and up to your shoulder, the small motions of her fingers on your clit steadily driving you insane.
To offer her the same kind of pleasure, your hand soon found the spot between her legs, met with an equal wetness as that between your own. You groaned, teasingly gliding your fingers through her folds before your thumb focused solely on her nub.
She gasped, almost sounding surprised, like she hadn't been touched there in a while, though that only spurred you on more. You wanted her to feel as good as possible, pulling away after another few moments only to propose another idea.
"I wanna taste you," you muttered, fingers disappearing from her soaked cunt as you laid back. Seemingly catching on right away, Sadie climbed on top, straddling your face while hers was right in front of your own crotch.
With the new position, you dove in without a moment's hesitation, held onto her hips and pulled her close as your tongue licked through her folds and up to her nub.
She moaned out, had to have bitten down on her lip to keep more sounds from surfacing before she leaned down herself, and focused on your clit right away.
Besides the sounds of your actions, the occasional slurping, squelching and your labored breaths, it was still mostly quiet, the area belonging solely to you in this moment.
You rolled your hips upwards, chased more of the heavenly feeling of her mouth on you as you felt yourself getting close.
Clearly, Sadie wasn't all that far, either, her abdominal muscles flexing while her thighs tried to squeeze your head, the motions of her tongue growing more desperate the closer she got to her climax.
It was over much too quickly, had been too long for you to hold back at all, your body tensing for a moment before releasing in a rush of endorphins that was better than anything you've had before.
You pulled back for air, slipped two fingers into Sadie's tight cunt to grant her a satisfying release as well, and watched, when she shook and trembled through her very own orgasm.
She rolled off of you after a moment, cursing under her breath as she did so.
It wasn't long before she crawled back up to you, however, before her lips met yours and you could taste yourselves upon each other's tongue.
"You fancy a midnight swim?" She asked when she pulled away, sitting back on her knees and helping you up when you agreed.
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Scattered AU Masterpost Part 2 [COMPLETE]
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- Mumbo has a pet ravager miscellaneous ideas: the ravager is actually a bit small as far as ravagers go. Once Mumbo leaves to go to the hermits, he doesnt take the ravager with him, for fear the environment wouldn't be right for it. However, the ravager follows him and Iskall, startling both when it comes running up to Mumbo. The ravager does not like any of the hermits, however it doesn't attack them because it can understand that Mumbo cares about them. - anonymous
- related to scattered au and "what if this happened to old hermits too" -- python's stuck in a death loop in a bastion (his spawn is right next to a piglin brute). he has no clue what's going on but by god, does he blame zloy - Anonymous
- Consider: Etho's mask protecting him from the flowers that gave Hypno so much trouble. - @/rayveewrites
- (Scattered AU) After Etho dies accidentally at the spawn haven, his spawn takes him to Xisuma. Xisuma is clinging to life when he gets there, and Etho only has time to grab his admin's arms and promise he'll be found before Xisuma passes away. Etho and Xisuma get a few hours together to work on getting Xisuma to the surface before Etho starves to death, and he's transported somewhere else. After that Etho makes it his mission to cycle through spawns as quickly as possible to help Xisuma and anyone else who is trapped in their spawn graveyard, no matter how much his legs start to fail him from the damage starting to linger from building into the sky and leaping off to respawn over and over. - @/petrichormeraki
- Some honorable mentions from my written summary for mumbo in the au: the illigers being terrified as he keeps coming back no matter how many times they kill him; he gets adopted by evoker; he fails at evoker magic, like so bad he cant even dye a sheep; the evoker being so done with mumbo that they beg the vex to give him magic; mumbo summoning scar when the vex get annoyed at how often he summons them, mumbo eventually summoning bdubs after scar's contract to mumbo runs out.... and so much more - @/therainofsweetmelody
- Moobloom!Hypno attracts bees - @/itsabork
- Not too long into his messenger journey, etho remembers what had happened to impulse by the time he, zed and tango had found him, which inspires him to try and die in a different way each time he sets off to find another hermit, partly to avoid becoming resiliant to certain death methods and partly for the challenge - Anonymous
- Because Doc hasn't died his death messages haven't been showing up in the chat. The other hermits don't know if he's even in the same world as them. - Anonymous
- (Scattered AU) More on the Mumbo accidentally summoning Scar thing; the summoning has "opened" the chat for them, but only between Mumbo and Scar. All evokers can call on their Vex, after all, so why not an evoker in more-or-less training? - @/petrichormeraki
- (alternate headcanon) There's so much discussion in the server, I wouldn't know where to start restating. However, I wanna mention one thing: scar spawning in xisuma's first spawn, deep in a geode down under ground. Being trapped in an endless death loop due to the warden lurking just outside the geode, forcing scar into the same loop xisuma had been trapped in so long ago. Not only does he have to deal with the separation from bdubs once they got out of the end, now he seemingly cant escape the warden's clutches.... - @/therainofsweetmelody
- Admins log who knows how long: I've finally managed to get my helmet some repairs with this I could get some plugins to start working hopefully. Considering the situation going on, I better not have derped to hard on this, not now. - Anonymous (singleplayer sleep now works)
- (Scattered AU) Because the code is glitchy for mob hermita, Jevin would spilt when injured too much. So while X and Jevin are trying to get to the surface, they encounter a dungeon or a mineshaft and Jevin gets fatally injured. X starts freaking out cause he doesent want to be alone again and he cant bear to watch Jevin die infront of him and risk getting lost and seperated and Jevin just splits, theres two Jevins now and X doesent know what to think of it.While there are two Jevins, their consienceness is split between the two and his motor skills are more sloppy and X notices and realises that Jevin loses more of himself the more he splits. So while he has a lower chance of losing Jevin to an unfortunate accident, Jevin slowly reverts to a slime the more be splits and the more be spends time as multiple entities. X worries that if Jevin splits for too long or too much, he might lose Jevin - @/itsabork
- The only portal to get out of Hels and into the overworld is an incredibly complex vault boarder line weapon built by Hels Doc and Hels Mumbo and the location of the portal is known only to a few and it changes every season. Now cue Helsknight and Wels sneaking all around Hels while trying to look for this basically impossible to find and get into way home. - anonymous
- It takes a while, but eventually those outside of hermitcraft start wondering why all the hermits collectively disappeared. Sure, they started a new world, and sure theyâre usually more secluded, but itâs been months. Skizz wonders why he hasnât heard from Impulse in a while. All the legates wonder where Python went. Everyoneâs confused when none of the hermits turn up to the next MCC. Things get weirder when none of them sign up for the one after. -đŁ
- Ok to add on to the daisy ravenger post, on his way to 0,0 Mumbo found spawn spawn, slo when he arrived everyone had him at sword point, expecting angry illiger noises they were surprised when they herd "GUYS IT'S ME!!" - Anonymous
(Note: Hermits at the haven currently include Joe, Beef, Hypno, Scar, Bdubs, TFC, Mumbo, and Iskall, in order of arrival. XB is en route, and Etho was there briefly before dying and respawning elsewhere.)
- Pix and Zloy would be the first to notice the hermits' absence. After all, they do a weekly show about them. Maybe they just decided to have a few weeks of downtime before moving to the next Season? Though surely it wouldn't take this long... - @/rayveewrites
- because im a legacy sucker, the legates would likely be the first to notice the hermits' disappearance. between zloy being on the server, skizz being part of zits and very close to impulse, pearl knowing a few hermits, plus python literally disappearing. what they'd do about it? no idea.to keep it more on the topic of hermits though, don't think about how devastated skizz would be to find out what impulse went through. don't think about it :) - anonymous
- Hello I have produced thoughts! I donât have room for both so Iâm sending 2 asks -when Iskall arrives at the mansion all of the illagers are wary; if one of mumboâs friends are here then he must be leaving soon. Despite their initial feelings theyâve come to care about this idiot that wandered into their house, and theyâre fully aware he has no survival instincts whatsoever, so when he does end up leaving they send a ravager to keep him (and his friends, they suppose) safe -@/haworthiaace
- so like... hear me out ok what if the reason the whole world is corrupting and weird and why a lot of people are like slowly turning into mobs is because maybe this is the way the game and the mobs are turning on the hermits for like making really inhumane farms or something like that and the mobs somehow messed with the code of the world to get revenge - anonymous
- Scattered AU!! Biffa spawned very concerned and on a beach. Where is he? How did he get here? Is he alone? Well one of his questions was answered quickly as he heard a constant buzzing sound come from his communicator, upon opening it he saw probably millions of death messages. He quickly realised this was probably supposed to be a new season of hermitcraft, but he didn't really have time to think about it, night was quickly approaching and he could already see drowned swimming towards him. - Anonymous
- How many times did X die to that Warden? Maybe he develops something to counteract the Wardenâs sensors, or that his heartbeat slowed down to the point that his suit can barely pick it up (therefor making it harder for the Warden to track Xisuma down). -đŚ
- Etho tried his best to fight the system and not get any new features from all his deaths. But, the game has its ways. Slowly, after every death he has, the less alive he comes back. (Undead!Etho, could be ghost, zombie variant, or skeleton variant) -@/harley-the-pancake
- Other hybrid characteristics Hypno gets of the moonbloom: His ears turn into golden cows ones, the horns grow in, he gets a tail, and little flowers grow though his hair and wrap around his horns. He can also grow flowers around him as long as he has dirt, but thankfully they dont do anything beyond smelling a lot stronger and smelling very nice (and maybe a bit of evoking certain reactions, but nothing beyond what normal flowers can do, ie lavender being calming, just a bit more intense) - anonymous
- Beetlejhost ended up in the world along with the hermits, spawning as if summoned: in the middle of a circle of beehives. His spawn is in the birch forest near the s8 spawn, and his presence spooks anyone who stumbles across him. He blends in concerningly well with the black and white of the forest. Beef feels like hes being watched whenever he goes in the birch forest to get supplies, but joe never notices a thing. He teases the hybrids about their changes, leading him to get swiftly decked- - @/therainofsweetmelody
- beetlejhost spawns in a circle of beehives in the birch forest near spawn. he thinks he's invis, in reality it's just his stripes making him blend into the birch trees. he can't leave the circle of bees, ah how wonderful it is to bee bee-tlejhost - @/justme123abz
- Beetlejhost doesn't mean to be mean, really, he just has really, really bad timing. This includes seeing a pollen-stained Hypno and, with his gravelly voice, immediately say "Woah! Someone had some fun in the sun! Tell me, did you spend a week rolling in dandilions or do you just like the color yellow?" This does not go over well - Anonymous
- Speaking of hybrids, Xisuma spawned in a Wardens den right? Well unlike the other hybrids, Xisuma has been changing too but its been slow. Every time he spawned back in that place, on the warped ground, he's changed. He doenst notice the dark starts to seem less dark, until noises get louder, until he's more sentive to it then he noticed, he gets stronger and breaking though the stone with his bare hands seems a bit easier, its not until he finds Jevin and he points out the glowing horns (1)peaking from his temples when his hair is pulled back hastily that he realizes that something has gone horribly wrong with him. Thankfully Jevin helps ground him before he can freak out, so he shelves it for later, once they're out of this cave. The warden that once was down by his spawn is no longer there btw, disappeared. The horns grow slowly, and soon glowing vein like markings appear as well. (2) - Anonymous
- Okay, Xisuma, we established he spawned in the deep dark, right? As time goes on he adapts to the dark. The skulk sensors grow on him. However as time goes on, they not only grow on him, but become a part of him. His footsteps quiet to near silence, and he can feel sounds. He certainly isn't how he was when he entered, at first glance he might even be mistaken for a warden. - Anonymous
- Tango is the only hermit other than Mumbo Daisy kind of likes. Tango thinks Daisy is absolutely adorable, and Daisy does like the positive attention(and the treats). - Anonymous
- When tango meets mumboâs pet ravager he loses his mind, he tried so hard to get the decked out ravagers to like him and then mumbo just waltzes in riding on one of the things! He ends up hanging around her a lot and eventually forms some sort of relationship, although not as close as he would like (he also gets a little more sympathetic once he sees the effects the evokers had on mumbo, he figures the guy earned a pet ravager) - @/haworthiaace
(Hermits now at the spawn haven, in order of arrival: Joe, Beef, Hypno, Scar, Bdubs, TFC, Mumbo, Iskall, Tango, Impulse, Zedaph. XB is en route, Wels and Hels are traveling through Hels to get there, Ren, Doc, and Grian are attempting to get there but their success has been limited so far)
- Scattered!AU: Idea that Ex is the ONLY one that knows what is going on and how to fix it perhaps (maybe 'cause of having been banished to the void for so long)? That's why he's trying to find X. - Anonymous
- Admins log: day 1006: Me and Jevin finally see sunlight, and I've managed to get the clock function on my helmet working, finally. As we're on our way to the surface, I only hope that I can find someone or something to help guide us to where we need to go, but unfortunately I've lost all signal to chat, and I think we're next to a woodland mansion. I think I've derped up this time.
- Dear Xisuma, if you see this message then the log is working, also fixed the clock in your helmet it's been 50 days, not 1005. I was about to leave with Iskall when I noticed you and Jevin outside with a few, erm, "buddies" of mine you two where passed out and I managed to stop them from killing you with Daisy, my pet ravenger. I'll explain everything later and spawns in the village are working, finally. I recommend not moving much and work on the data packs for a bit before you do anything elseExplanation log to Xisuma part 2: Sorry if the last one got cut off abruptly, apparently there's a limit to these messages. Any way please take care of yourself. Sincerely, your pal Mumbo Jumbo
- Admins log, day 51: I first want to say thank you Mumbo for bringing me up to speed and explaining why and how me and Jevin are here, next I want to say that these logs may slow down for a bit, I'll be working on some maintenance for some packs. I still don't know why this is happening, I now hope this is a wicked nightmare and not our reality. Hang on I see something over there it looks like, wait let me ju- Voice logs are off for the moment.
- all one anon
- mooblooms spread the flowers that enraptured hypno. now that hypno is a moobloom hybrid, he can make people "hypnotizd"! he doesnt like to, but if the spawn ever gets attacked, the hermits are winning easily. - anonymous
- I like to think that at some point when there's a significant number of healthy hermits at 0,0 they start group searches to find the rest of hermits - anonymous
- After awhile, if they can't change the spawn of everyone, they begin securing all the spawn points to everyone, so if their bed is ever destroyed in the future, they won't end up in a death loop again. They secure the death loop spawn points first. - @/ciaravixen
- For undead Etho: I know that ghasts aren't technically undead mobs, but they're basically ghosts and that's what I feel etho is becoming?He's leaving his mortality behind bit by bit as he ceases to care about death and starts to use it as a tool instead.One day he'll respawn without a body at all - @/draconic-dreams
- This is just a thought. Sand cant be good for Iskall's mechanical parts, and its not like he has anything to fix it. Does he have to wait to find doc to be able to have hope of fixing himself? - anonymous
- Jellie had spawned in the village that cub and xb had come across, so when xb heads to 0,0 he takes her with him (she'd be safer in the overworld than in the end, after all). Its quite a long journey, and she makes for good company. -@/supertiny-tins
- Grian, Doc, and Ren fianlly start heading out to 0,0. Its a long journey, they decide in the end to leave their beds behind at the cabin in case any of them die so none of them end back at their orginal spawns. they would of just made new beds every time but the lack of suplies and resources near by has been low oddly enough. Doc manages to push aside most of his fears to help Grian and Ren, who are weaker, but he keeps his distance whenever he can. They make many hastily built huts as they go 1most nights are spent sleeping on hard ground, later straight up blocks of wool they find but not beds, just wool is better then ground, and it doesn't do the weaker hermits any favors but it works. There are many close calls, but they manage to avoid death, mostly due to Doc. Along the way they start to find signs of other players, coble in places it shouldn't, a rare torch, half mined trees, but no hermits. They still have a way to go, but they're getting closer to the others and safety. 2 - anonymous
- Etho once found himself spawning in the middle of an ocean with nothing and no one in sight except of course... A faint trail of lights dancing beneath the waves... Pulsing and glimmering, almost in a rhythm, something so fascinating, so... So... He was meant to be doing something...? It was... Important... At least... It might have been... It's all.. Kinda hazy... It couldn't have been more important than the lights, nothing was more important than the lights... They were so beautiful... He could watch them all day... Etho never noticed how he slipped beneath the waves, nor how the glow squid's glittering eyes had turned upon him, coiling a tentacle around his waist as it dragged its prey deep into the depths, his eyes hazed with green, he never even noticed his lungs burning for air.And he never remembered drowning after he respawned. - anonymous
- Impulse actually punches through the Nether roof so they can traverse more safely to coordinates given to them by Etho. They leave trails of blocks so they can make their way back, of course. - @/rayveewrites
(Evil X is now hiding out in a cave near spawn)
- Shattered!AU: I see everyone's Warden!Xisuma heacannons and I give you Axolotl!Xisuma. Think about it he's been hanging around with them and Jevin in the lush caves so maybe he's becoming more like them. (Frills, a more pink-ish tint to his skin, the ability to breathe underwater, etc.) :D (Is this because the thought of him having Warden traits is terrifying to me? Maybe. Is it because I think he deserves to become something not scary after his whole ordeal in the Deep Dark? Yes.) - anonymous
- Ever since getting out of the loop, Impulse has had a horrible inner conflict between his guardian side being instinctually drawn to the water, and his human brain being deeply terrified of ever being submerged again. - @/asexualbert
- Because I absolutely adore Daisy, more headcannons for Daisy.Daisy will occasionally just pick Mumbo up gently with her horns when she thinks she isn't getting enough attention. Daisy has a bell collar, because she kept scaring hermits by following Mumbo silently. Daisy is more okay with Iskall than most other hermits, though still doesn't really like him. - anonymous
- Though I'm a sucker for angst, what if Impulse was saved by a dolphin pod or something instead of transforming into a hybrid (or after transforming if Guardian!Impulse is cannon). :3 I can picture dolphins don't take kindly to the Guardian Mobs, might even find them as prey if anything since they're fish. (Guardian!Impulse wouldn't count since they're smart enough creatures to tell the difference.) - anonymous
- Prob a bit early for epilogue stuff but I like to think that, once all the glitches are fixed, that those that became hybrids and would prefer to be back to normal get changed back. - anonymous
(Shade note: Personally, I'm a sucker for stories where the characters adjust and learn to live with the unexpected changes to themselves rather than having them magically fixed, but this option is certainly still here for the people who find it appealing)
- For the scattered au, after the numerous frozen deaths Grian's gone through he starts hearing voices from the snow, even from within Ren's cabin. A snow golem forms after a wandering trader drops a pumpkin and watches from outside the cabin, deciding to guard the place after taking a liking to Grian and Ren. - anonymous
- When Etho became fully ghost, it hit hard. BeetleJhost saw this, and after a while decided to teach him how to show his form and speak. It takes a lot out of him, but itâs worth it. His friends deserve that closure. (Listen, I was expecting angst, I just wasnât expecting that much angst.) - @/harley-the-pancake
- Mod Shade, I want you to know that angsting ghost!Etho that hard was entirely on you. I was picturing him clipping through blocks and dropping items at inconvenient points, not fading out of existence entirely. - @/draconic-dreams
- Possible explanation for everything going on in Scattered:Players were never supposed to be so powerful; in the natural state of Minecraft they're just another mob, albiet one that can craft and use any tool.But the Players weren't satisfied with that. Everyone from the admin of the smallest server to the mythological âdev teamâ has been imposing little changes on the world since its inception, slowly tweaking it into a better environment for Player-kind.A single spawn at the world's centre. The ability of Players to chat from one end of the world to another -- even across different worlds. Even natural regeneration, an ability unique to the rarest and most powerful of mobs. As time marched on, Players not only unlocked these things but began to take them for granted, drawing far away from the behaviour of normal mobs. This became normal. Players continued to create datapacks and run commands that tweaked the very nature of the world. -@/draconic-dreams
(Shade note: Perhaps it was just a random glitch, one fundamental line of code removed to shift the balance of power. Or maybe it was orchestrated, but by who and for what purpose? Either way, it will take the Hermits a while to realize this, and even longer to fix it...if they can at all.)
- Jessasin spawned in a mesa biome, of course he's confused on how he got there and why he's in this random vanilla world and not his usual modded world, but both questions got pushed aside when the death messeges arrive. He exploared the area gathering as much recourses as he can and goes off too find someone, anyone really. - @/ghan-does-things
- hello! I discovered the scattered au literally yesterday so sorry if this is something that has already been gone over but I had an idea about bdubs, what if his constant exposure to the void and surviving on nothing but chorus fruit for who knows how long made him slightly enderman-y? 1/2 (sorry, couldn't fit the whole thing in one ask)Like nothing obvious at first, but making eye contact makes him agitated and snappy, touching water makes his skin tingle and if you look at him in the dark his eyes seem to have a very faint pink/purple glow about them? Maybe the other hermits swear he's taller than he was the last time they saw him? And the tips of his fingers are blackened, he assumes due to frostbite, but it seems to gradually be making it's way further up his hands? again sorry if this has been gone over already 2/2 - @/plantichu
- Okay so after Welsknight and Helsknight manage to get past the crazy vault door in Hels, not sure how but it probably involved a lot of cussing on Hels part and Wels saying that he never wanted to look at redstone ever again. The portal takes them to the overworld near Xisuma and Jevin. - anonymous
- (scattered au) The first set of non hermits to join this corrupt world are two strangers that apparently came from infinity's grasp. The good news they both spawned at spawn, bad news the brought the tnt duper flying machines, good news that everyone was able to calm them both down. Now the fun begins. Tldr Illmango and Methodz finally get out of the infinity portal. - anonymous
- Loving the Scattered AU. Late to the party, but was looking at the wider MC community reaction to the Hermits vanishing. Once it's clear something bad's happened, would the Legacy crew and whoever else (former Evo squad members like Martyn and Jimmy as well, if they notice Grian go dark) take steps to find out what happened? Would they go to the MCC server (it's kind of a nexus between worlds) & get Noxcrew to try "pinging" the HC server? Would X & other admins see it but be unable to respond? - @/wixelt
- I dont know if anyone has mentioned it but uhhhh, guardian xb? he was a guardian hybrid before everyone got scattered like Ren was already a wolf/dog hybrid. iirc xb spawned in a desert which would be a very interesting place for a guardian hybrid to spawn - anonymous
- Etho has been so, so desperate to avoid dying the same way twice, to stay himself. He hasn't drowned that many times, he thinks. Surely, surely he's starved more often? There's a strange feeling of deja vu hanging over him when he respawns in the ocean, though he can never understand why. Each time the squid finds him, he drowns a little slower, and each time, he glows a little stronger.And he just can't understand, almost refuses to, as he treks from biome to biome, where the small green bumps that line his arms and face came from, how his fingertips seem to almost glow when he scoops a handful of water, how long he finds himself simply staring⌠at the moon, at sea lanterns, at torches, at lights⌠He would die a different way every time. He had to. He had to stay Etho. He would not become anything else. - Anonymous
- When Mumbo comes riding into camp on Daisy, itâs easy to see Impulse is not happy about the ravager being there. Thatâs expected, itâs not exactly everyoneâs favorite mob to see around a safe haven. But when Mumbo and Impulse make eye contact, the evoker canât help but make a simple warding gesture his friends at the mansion taught him- itâs a reflex move. Days later, Mumbo still isnât sure if Impulse flinched because of Daisyâs sudden growl or his ward. - @/fluffy-papaya
- (From the Discord) What happened to the world: For years, seeds and the land they built had been carefully curated by those known as players, in an effort to make it both easier and more interesting for themselves. But the land doesnt want to be controlled. Their glitched, broken world is a result of the world itself rioting against their presence. Coordinates aren't visible with the debug screen, their coms only serve the world, to tell the players what it knows. Compasses spin wildly in the overworld, for there is no "world spawn" (though coordinates are visible with one in hand. Small mercies are still given). The world resists any further changes by the simple fact it refuses to accept what a hermit communicates. Maybe it's fixable, but maybe... maybe it runs deeper than just their world. (The Legates caused a lot of damage with all those withers, after all.) - @/basaltdragon
- While Iskall is in the desert, he ends up dying quite a few times, enough to adapt, he becomes like a stray, so now, if we have skeleton Etho, we have 3 undead hermits - anonymous
- When everyone is finally gathered and they manage to come together to use all their skills, new and old, the hermits use it to flee back to Season 7. They stay there for months, mostly to heal and adjust to what happened to them. (Trauma isn't easy) Those who have friends or family off server get invited to visit, but the hermits don't leave, they nearly lost each other and they aren't willing to risk it again right now. They'll make a new season 8 at some point, the hermits are too (1/3)restless and too ingrained in their ways to completely disregard how they've always done things, but that will come when they feel better, safer, more put together, when they can finally stop sleeping in a big pile becuase they're afraid the others will disappear. They never go back to that old glitched world, the idea makes them sick, and X starts the new practice of sending in the 'Cam' and/or 'alt' accounts in first to check out the world and set up commands and plugins remotely first. (2/3) What happened before will never, ever happen again he swears it. Next time they might not be so lucky after all [if you can call them all being traumatized, many of them dying over and over again, some being permanently altered, and barely escaping lucky] (also feel free to save these asks for near the end of the au!) (3/3) - anonymous (Shade note: I personally like the idea of them fixing and learning to live in the glitched-out world, but this is another alternate ending!)
- (From the Discord) What happened to the world: Alternatively, what happened is exclusive to their world. (I don't have Dramatic Storytelling for this one, sorry) EX has ADHD to the max, and everything he does is a desperate attempt to get Noticed, to get looked up to and listened to. He's known it was "wrong" for a while, hence why he took X's name and added "Evil", but he never seriously wanted them to hurt. Just to listen to him. He'd meant to come in and fix it all and finally be a hero. He didn't realize, either through haste or inexperience, that he too would be at the mercy of what he'd done.Maybe he does, eventually, make it to where the hermits have gathered. But does he really want to admit everything? (RSD had burned him before, and if there ever was something to place the blame on his head...) - @/basaltdragon
- lasting effects of deaths
- a large amount of assorted ideas
- The bell they put on Daisy was originally of the type that are put on cats, but Grian ended up switching it out with a cowbell because he hated the sound - anonymous
- False, Keralis, Cleo, and Stress make it to spawn, bedraggled and exhausted. Out of all the Hermits, they are some of the last to arrive. Along the way, theyâve encountered trials innumerable that have left them beaten and bruised, but after months of travel, theyâve finally made it.Shortly after leaving the Moobloom field, they came upon an abandoned cart in the middle of a desolate village. With some of the redstone they had found and whatever magic they managed to scrape up, they turned it into a sort of vehicle that allowed them to travel much faster. It had a habit of breaking every six seconds or so, but nothing they couldnât fix. For the most part. A few accidental combustions aside, they crossed the server in record time.Once at spawn, False has to be forcibly restrained from immediately starting guard duty, and several of the Hermits have to physically wrestle her into a bed in order for her to get some rest. Stress starts up a potion factory the next day, and also starts decorating the spawn with the flowers sheâs collected during their travels. Keralis helps out wherever heâs needed, but in his downtime, he constructs an elaborate warren of tastefully decorated, industrial tunnels under the spawn, just in case they might help. Cleo mostly just stays in bed, creating elaborate dioramas and mourning the loss of her zombie side. Sheâll get better, but itâll take some time. And thatâs ok with the rest of them. - @/topazastral
- When Doc, Grian, and Ren finally make it to 0,0 there is no fanfare, no dramtic entrance, no revulation. They were travling and suddnly, there was a base, a hermitcraft base, and they could see people. Grian clambers to feet shakily from the shed, nearly falling but Doc and Ren catch him and toghther they help him walk foward and call out to their friends. They are safe now, they're here- Is that mumbo on a ravager what the hell? Wait thats Impluse? Seems like Grian wasnt the only one changed. - anonymous
- Jellie reacting to vex!scar headcanons -she recognises him instantly. The moment she and xb arrive at spawn she darts straight towards him. Of course, she cant figure out why he looks different, but regardless, thats her owner and she demands pets!!!-sometimes she will jump up and try to pounce on his vex wings, because shiny moving thing! Scar picked up on this very quickly and will move out of the way before she gets the chance (vex wings are rather delicate and a pain to get fixed)-whe she's bored, she will always go to mumbo and daisy for attention first. This makes scar rather jealous and she knows that damn well-Scar will sometimes pick her up and fly her around not too far from spawn for a few minutes. Nothing she isnt used to, as he flys with the elytra all the time, but something about flying with vex magic just feels... different. And fun! - anonymous
- Contrary to the enderman bdubs, ender dragon bdubs. His eyes aren't the normal brown, and are instead a bright magenta, he also now has ashen gray horns. - Anonymous
- Scattered AU: The intended world "theme" Xisuma had set up for Season 8 was Large Biomes. This was before anyone knew something was going to go wrong, of course, but it's had a horrible lasting effect in the glitched world. Not everywhere has generated as "large", so when Hermits are travelling they'll sometimes find normal sized biomes, and other times they'll find one biomes that stretches an abnormal distance in all directions. Grian and Doc's mountain range is one of these large biomes. - @/wixelt
- For the scattered au, the snow golem follows Grian and Ren (and Doc) to the spawn haven, for a few days the hermits are wondering what's leaving behind snow trails and zombie flesh, so they decide to have a night watch around this area. Ren volunteered and waited, half-asleep he nearly nearly gets hit with a arrow when he hears the sound of a skeleton getting hurt. He sees the snow golem and uses his sword to kill the skeleton. The snow golem tries to flee but Ren realizes and stops it (1/2)He welcomes the snow golem and introduces it to Grian and Doc, (where the snow golem warns him that it is keeping its eyes on him in its own language). Spooked, Grian tells them that he can understand it, and the golem tells him that he's been following them since their time at the mountain. They decide to give it the name Catmint and it helps guard the hermit's base at night (while giving a stern look at Doc every now and then.(2/2) - anonymous
- (Scattered au)Seeing as we now have 3 different variations of Etho, I raise you: all 3 at once. It turns out Etho was not in fact human, instead a shapeshifter who didn't know that he was, the deaths simply sped up the process, whereas before, while he would change slightly, it was never fast enough to be noticeable - Anonymous
- I had this idea some time ago actually but I thought it was silly but now that the au in ending might as well say it. It doesn't make much sense now with all the new development srry. What if one day Mumbo was callibrating his comunication monstrosity, and suddenly his communicator had signal. He called and called but whoever was a the other side didn't pick up, until they did and Mumbo was overjoyed, but the happiness died down when he could only hear chocked sobs and sharp breathing and (1)teeth chattering. Suddenly a voice whispered, little and fragile "h-h-he-lp". Mumbo knew that voice too well. Before he could even open his mouth to let his best friend he was coming for him, he'd be okay, anything, the breathing stopped. The call was still going, but no one was at the other side anymore, Mumbo hung up with tears in his eyes, and he swore he'd find him and he'd help him. (2) - anonymous
- Scattered AU: While there's still time for them: Mumbo was the furthest Hermit out in the Overworld, & didn't set off for over a year, yet wasn't last to 0,0 (with Iskall) by any stretch. More than half the Hermits seemed to arrive after him. This can be partly attributed to Daisy making good time, but it makes you wonder how many trials & tribulations impeded False, Stress, Cleo and Keralis along the way? How much Ren, Doc & Grian were slowed by Grian's condition? What took xB or Biffa so long? - @/wixelt
- Once everyone finds each other, at the world spawn, after the initial shock, and fixing of the world of course, the hermits all decide to settle much closer to each other. They were separated for quite a while, so it makes sense why they'd decide to keep close. Some groups also make shared bases. - anonymous
- I sort of want grian to be a bit more inhuman so how about grianâs skin on his arms, legs and most of his face permanently blackened by the severe frostbite and the rest of his skin has taken on a bluish tinge, his hair is no longer the Gold it was before but almost snow white with a tinge of dark and light blue, his ears and tail are snow white with what appears to be frost and ice growing on them (1/2)(2/2) grian can not cry because the tears will immediately turned to ice, he canât swim because if his body touches the water the water will freeze over, his skin is cold to the touch and whatever he moves his body it will make a cracking sounds like breaking glass or smashing ice, no matter how warm it is he can always see his breath... iâm trying to think of more but Iâm coming up blank so thatâs it hope you like it. - anonymous
- bc i cant stand when cleo is unhappy: the moment she and joe reunite, joe realizes how horrible it is for her to have her body messed with against her will. and as an admin, he can modify her code to put her back to how she was in previous seasons (aka not totally rabid but still undead) - anonymous
- Admins log final day: I'm glad we'll all be able to wake up from this nightmare, and we're able to get an exit portal going thanks to Mango and Methodz having a backup of the key to open the infinity portal's power, we should be able to not only go back in time, but destroy this broken timeline. Were all grateful for them, and I did invite them both to help us incace this happens again. This will be the last day in this timeline, if you somehow found this helmet with these logs, thank you. :-) - anonymous
- Grian, Doc, and Ren find it hard to stay away from each other too long, especially Doc and Ren becuase they've been taking care of Grian for such a long time so they find themselves kinda hovering over him and Grian finds himself seeking them out even when he's with other hermits. The other groups, who've been toghther for awhile, do it too probs - anonymous
- Soon as Grian and Mumbo see each other, they launch themselves at the other and hold on for a long, long time. Iskall join in soon as he wanders by and they talk for hours about what happened, looking over Grian's new fox parts and the blue marks on his hands, Mumbo gray stained hands and magic, and just Iskalls overall experience. Also Grian's little fox buddy absolutely loves Daisy and vice versa. Its not uncommon to see the small fox riding on the ravager's back while Daisy scares people. - Anonymous
- I know I'm a bit out of loop w scattered au & is probably getting things wrong but consider this, when Mumbo accidentally summoned Scar, leaving Bdubs alone, Bdubs freaked out. The very person that meant rescue & hope for him back in the end is now gone, he felt like he's back into the void again and he thought Scar abandoned him because he's too weak & is a burden to Scar. (Yes I am currently drowning in Scardubs angst) - @/anthosaidsmth
- The glitches in the world didn't only happen to the Hermits, it happened to all worlds created in 1.17. The cause remains unknown, though it is believed that something or even someone corrupted/changed the code (what/who is up to imagination. In the case of the latter, so is the motive). My idea, we've already confirmed that Watchers are arrogant jerks so perhaps they couldn't stand the fact that players learned to do things against the rules that they put in place, and did this out of spite. - anonymous
- A bit late but I see all the Fox!Grian headcannons so what if Grian spawned in a jungle and slowly became a parrot hybrid instead? How idk, maybe resorting to eating seeds to prevent himself from starvation because there is no animals in this jungle.
- Here's a thought: The Hels!Hermits were also effected by whatever caused the scattering. They may all hate or annoy each other, but not having each other around to pick on isn't very fun (neither are death loops). Perhaps some of them gain humility over this or learn to be at least a bit nicer to each other and their counterparts. (or some of them find sadistic amusement in their counterpart's miseries) - anonymous
- Finally, once everyone has made it safely to spawn and the problems with the world have been resolved, the season begins. Some of the Hermits may have changed (more than just physically) but over time, they adapt and recover. Grian eventually starts yet ANOTHER war, Tango gets to build DO 2.0 (X is terrified at the fact wardens are involved), and Cleo becomes a coach on 'how to be a mob hybrid' (unless all new hybrids get returned to how they were before by admin powers or just being players). - anonymous
- With all the glitches fixed and all the hermits starting to get back to their normal (Well as normal as it can be after all of these), I wonder if Scar is still a vex. All the hermits just adapted to their situations, but Scar is different, he made a deal with the Vex. - @/anthosaidsmth
- It takes all of the hermits that changed a while to get used to the changes, but eventually they do, mostly through help and support from the other hermits - anonymous
- I had a wee idea and it's a little silly but I like hurt/comfort so maybe after all the scattered au events have passed and the hermits are all together living safely, every winter some hermits invite Grian to their bases to take care of him since the snow and the cold are very bad for him. Sometimes he gets fevers but most of the time he just needs a warm blanket and someone to distract him from the snow. This is also making me wonder if Grian could develop chinophobia (fear of the snow). - Anonymous
- conclusion
Art:
- An Evoker Mumbo
- Evoker Mumbo with Daisy
- Evoker Mumbo summoning Scar
- a Guardian Impulse
- assorted doodles here and here
- A two-part Impulse comic
Writing:
- some Etho lore come back to haunt him (pt 1)
- Cleo sharing mob-hybrid tips with Impulse
- Executioner
- Fish out of water
- Homesick
- Thalassophobia
- The General's Wager (pt 2)
- The Undertow
- Saviors
- Bdubs falling
- For lack of blue shiny rocks (pt 3)
- conclusion (pt 4)
- EX in the Deep Dark
- this road I'm on's gonna turn to sand
- Snapshots
- a multi-chapter Scattered interpretation written just before the real season 8, complete with some outside lore and crossover
- Scattered Across The Map (series of parallel multi-chapter fics)
- One Hundred Thousand Worlds Away
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blog hiatus.
est april 2021 â mid-june 2021?
hi :jazz hands: guess who's throwing in the towel (temporarily). will be talking a bit more bluntly than usual, so please excuse my brevity.
it's probably apparent to most of you guys that i haven't been posting as much writing recently, despite making blog surveys left and right. admittedly, i've been tired since around ,, january? im not sure if it's "senior burnout" (im a senior in american high school), or if the amount of "sad" (thanks @ spotify mobile for creating that filter tag in my saved songs library) songs that i listen to have finally osmosis'd into my mood. i say these jokingly, but i know that it's something else entirely that isn't the most. how to put it. uplifting thing to talk about and i'll try to keep it vague, even though some would say that this is "my" blog and i should have the freedom to discuss what i want.
tldr: i need to sort things out, and that means redirecting what energy i have left to figuring out my problems.
some housekeeping so you don't have to scroll down:
around three days after this is posted, i'll be logging out of tumblr until around mid-june. will probably log in once every two weeks just to check things out. no posts will be on queue â if i get asks of any kind during the time period that im on hiatus, i most likely won't answer,,, but if you want to talk with me, im always available on discord, and i can give you my id if you'd like to talk â please send a tumblr message though and tell me who you are, so i know it's you.
about (ongoing) commissions: i will still finish commissions that are in discussion and have been paid for. if we talked through tumblr dms about them, then i will still respond over tumblr. as of the time this is posted, requests and commissions will officially close.
long text below.
i do appreciate the asks ive received about characters, weapons, and other topics. i always smile when i see anons that i recognize, or when my mutuals tagging me in tag games. hell, even when someone reblogs my writing, and i get to see their tags (the one thing tumblr has done that's nice lol). sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night, and the first thing i do is scroll through my blog activity to see if ive gotten any more asks, if someone's screaming in the tags about one of my posts, or just to look for followrs i recognize. all of these things remind me that . . . im not just "here", i guess, that people like what i do and want to be around/talk to me.
it's a feeling that ive been struggling with for a long time. and im frustrated with myself â it's irritating to have the same thoughts every day, to be self-sabatoging. and while maybe an option could instead be that i invest myself in my blog more, be more productive in that sense and take control of something that makes me happy, i. will be a slave to college board soon (ap exams), need to finalize my college decisions.
maybe it's an excuse to pause writing earlier: instead of posting until mid-april, i choose to stop now, a month before those exams and graduation. hell, subconsciously, it probably is an excuse. and that's what sucks about this scenario. i can't even readily trust my own feelings, or be sure of myself.
thank you. thank you to everyone who has visited my blog, for any amount of time. you've all given me to opportunity to try and grow, figure out more about myself and how to be with others. just a shot at doing something ive wanted to do for years, to find what enjoyment i can garner.
summer. god, if you asked my mutuals what i complain about, it's when summer will come. well, now, it's now a little over a month away for me. of course, this year it might be different with covid (i say this, but we all know about those americans), but summer is summer, and recently, the time of year i associate with personal contentment. hopefully, for me, and what summer means to all of you, will also be a better time.
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Kenma x G/N!Reader Oneshot: Ground Cake
a/n: dang, i really said âfalling off the face of the earth âđź bai booâ
take this kenma fic i wrote in two hours as an apology :))
also can you tell i gave up on making titles
FIC ENTAILS: stress from school work, ghosting, online friends with kenma :>, minecraft being everyones coping mechanism, picnic date <3, lack of sleeps, idk what to say pls
one in the morning, thatâs when you had felt most productive, unfortunately. the moon casted a misty glow through your blinds as you sat at your desk, computer on.Â
the assignments were always piling on each other, as if they were a globish monster ready to consume you. while you really did try to finish them, it was just getting to be too much. you prayed that there was an escape-
ding
watery eyes (from the blue light or overwhelming stress, who knows) gazed towards the top of your screen, in search for the notification.
applepi: >:( i know ur awake, ur sleep schedule is as shit as mine
u havent been on in a while, u okay?
you clicked over to discord, opening the message fully. you really hadnât been on in a couple days. or maybe it was a week or two, who knows.
Ęâ˘á´Ľâ˘Ę: haha
im fine, dw :))
applepi: you use :)) when ur upset :/
Ęâ˘á´Ľâ˘Ę: ffs y can u read me like an open book
applepi: only thing im good at đ
rlly tho, whats up?
Ęâ˘á´Ľâ˘Ę: idk, everything feels like garbage
a dumpster on fire
applepi: that sounds
â¨shittyâ¨
minecraft = coping mechanism
wanna play?
Ęâ˘á´Ľâ˘Ę: lol sure
a ring came from your computer, alerting you that he was voice calling you. you cleared your throat quickly before picking up, letting out a little hello.
âgo on our usual server, âkay? i updated the base,â applepi murmured.
you hummed in agreement, âwhat did you do?â
the line was silent as you entered the world, only caves and dungeons visible till the land loaded.
âapple? what did you do to the base?â you asked again.
âoh sorry, i spaced out. you can call me ken, by the way. uh, i added an extra room, come look.â
your characters ran together through the base to an unfamiliar hallway, which lead outside to a pathway to a dark oak forest.
âim scared, are you gonna kill me again? bombard me with skellies? have me trip over a wire and fall in lava?â you questioned, though still running behind him.
âno, that got old after, like, the third time,â ken chuckled.
âiâm still upset about that, i was farming endermen and i lost all those âpearls,â you scoffed, although he could tell you were messing around.
âmâkay, farmer n/n, look.â
in an opening in the forest, red and white carpets were placed down with lanterns on the trees. you could feel the grin ken wore while his character crouched several times.
âwait, thatâs not it,â he broke a carpet and placed a cake down, âbam, there we go. you like it?â
it was silent for a moment, then you let out a loud laugh. tears pricked in your eyes as you hunched over, the biggest smile on your face.
âi hope those are good laughs, it didnât take me very long, but i just thought it might make you feel better,â ken huffed.
âvery good laughs, ken. thank you, itâs very nice,â you wiped your eyes clear of tears.
âgood, now come eat this cake with me before i eat the whole thing myself.â
âyum, ground cake, sounds very appetizing,â you teased.
âjust get over here, you sap.â
you both had eaten the cake and sat in the picnic area for a while, talking about anything and everything. after some time, the both of you moved on to exploring, as well as mining in some of the caves you saw earlier.
before you knew it, an orange haze beamed through your window. stretching, you popped a few bones, âmorning already?â
âwhat? no.â
âreal life, ken, look out the window,â you snickered.
âoh, i guess it is- oh god.â
âwha-â
the mic didnât pick it up very well, but you could hear a brief yell from kenâs side, along with, âsuck my ass, kuro! iâm playing minecraft!â
âpftt-âÂ
laughing ensued between you too, then it fell silent. Although, it was quite comfortable with a few giggles here and there.
âsomeday, if your not a 35 year old man, maybe weâll meet in person and have a real picnic,â ken mused.
âthankfully iâm not a 35 year old man.â (if you are đ leave)
âhmmm, that sounds like something a 35 year old man would say-â
âoh shut up,â you interjected, smiling.
you agreed when ken asked if you would be on later, snorting when you said âjust for youâ. with that, you both logged off, putting your status to âinvisibleâ.
sitting in your chair, you thought about what an actual picnic with ken would be like. then you drifted on thinking about what ken would be like. little did you know kenma was thinking about it too, well, till kuroo started yelling at him again.Â
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JJ Maybank x female reader
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Part one // -- // Part three // Part four
Summary: A week after the last incident with your parents, youâre invited to a kegger with your friends, and unsurprisingly a fight breaks out (literally an awful chapter summary but my brain is mush so youâre gonna have to deal with it)
Word count: 2.8k
Warnings: mentions of abuse, actual abuse, fighting, swearing, (highkey havenât read through so definitely mistakes)
ââ- I am in no way romanticising abuse if you have any issues with my writing pls message me
A/N: thank you all for the great response to the first part đĽşÂ 𼰠im not 100% sure how many parts there will be because that involves being organised but anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter :)) (also i promise the next chapter will actually have more JJ in it) and I originally wasnât gonna spend much time writing before the keg but I got carried away so sorry
âY/N!â You heard from behind you, turning around youâre met with the smiling face of Topper Thornton running up to you.
âHey T,â you smiled at him, âYou good?â
âYep, um I was wondering are you free tonight?â He asked, you narrowed your eyes at him.
âDepends on why youâre asking.â
âThereâs a kegger at the boneyard tonight and we havenât spent time together in ages, Kelce wants you to go as well.â He tries to widen his eyes in a pleading manner.
âWe havenât spent time together because youâre always with Rafe now, and you know how I feel about him Topper.â
You turn to walk away, but he catches your arm, âI know, but Rafe wonât be there tonight, itâll just be like old times, please Y/N.â
You consider his offer for a moment, âHe really wonât be there?â
âNope I promise.â
âFine. I always like a kegger and you better not break that promise T, or itâll never be like old times again.â
âYes maâam.â He salutes you, you roll your eyes at him, trying to hide your smile.
âSee you later then.â You give him a small wave and continue heading to your car.
You, Topper and Kelce grew up thick as thieves and they still held a special place in your heart, but ever since they started hanging out with Rafe youâd grown apart. At first you were always invited to hang with them when they were with Rafe, but it didnât take long for him to start to creep you out - not only by how he looked at you, but also because when he got angry at something he reminded you of your parents, and you never wanted to hang around someone like that. In truth you did miss them, but your mental health was bad enough without another person like that in your life, so you made other friends, not that you liked them as much.
The drive back to your house was nice, the idea you were seeing your friends again made you feel more relaxed than you had in a while, that was until your house came into view, both your parentsâ cars sitting on the drive.
It had been a week since the last incident, and life felt suspiciously normal, you knew it was too good to be true though, your parents always acted like they were sorry after hurting you or Grace, then they would still hurt you again. It was a cycle you hated, but not one you could escape easily.
Obviously you couldnât ask them to go out tonight so once again you were going to risk sneaking out and hoping for the best.
You took a deep breath and got out of your car, heading towards the door, bracing for the possibility your parents might be in bad moods.
Opening the door, you were met with silence, maybe your mum was already passed out from drinking on the sofa or something, but you were sure as hell going to take advantage of it. You crept through the hallway towards the stairs, checking your dad wasnât in the kitchen, a sense of relief coming through you when you saw he wasnât, and made your way up to your room.
You fall onto your bed, sighing and looking at the marks on the ceiling. You must have been tired enough to fall asleep, as the next thing you knew there was a soft knock at your door, rousing you from the calm state you were in, âY/N,â you heard Grace whisper as her head came around the door.
You lifted your head to smile at her, âHi.â
When she didnât answer you sat up properly, taking in her appearance, her eyes were red and puffy, her body slightly hunched over, and her lips quivered. Realisation as to what had happened dawned on you, your heart sinking, âHey come here,â you opened your arms for her.
Without hesitating she moved into your embrace, your arms sliding around her slim frame, pulling her in even closer when you felt the tears on your shoulder.
You stayed like that, rubbing circles on her back with one of your hands until her tears began to subside, when this happened you pulled back slightly, trying to meet her eyes, âWhere?â You asked.
She pointed to her ankles, where they were already swollen and bruising.
You stood up, going to the draw you kept supplies for situations like this and pulled out a cream for the swelling and some bandages to try and support the injury.
You began working on it, âWhat happened Grace?â
She breathed in, sniffling slightly, âI was getting a drink and Mum asked me to get her some wine,â you clenched your jaw, trying to keep your mouth shut until she finished, âand I went to but she had obviously drank a lot already, so even finishing the bottle there wasnât much in the glass. And when I gave it to her she thought-â she hiccuped as the tears began falling again, âshe thought I was trying to control how much she drank and she pushed me to the floor, and um I think I twisted my ankle on my way down.â
You couldnât help but seethe with anger, how dare they hurt her, every time it happened, especially when you werenât in the house, you couldnât help but hate your parents - they were awful people who you wished would die sometimes, however bad that thought was to have.
âIâm going to kill them.â You stood up quickly, ready to go downstairs and fight your mum, or dad, hell even both of them.
Grace grabbed your hand, âNo you wonât.â
You looked at her, the pain in her eyes making you realise she needed you, âIâm sorry, I just hate them so much, especially when they hurt you when Iâm not around.â
âY/N, I know - this is how I feel when they hurt you.â
âYeah but Iâm the older sister, Iâm meant to protect you.â
You sank down next to her on the bed, taking her hand, âIâm meant to protect you Grace.â
She leant into your shoulder, âI love you Y/N but you canât always protect me.â
Closing your eyes you kiss her hair, âI can try, and I love you too.â
You lay on your bed together, using each otherâs presence as a comfort until your phone go off, you grab it and see a message from Topper light up your screen:
T - Iâm on my way to pick you up please be ready
âShit I forgot about thatâ
Your sister sits up to look at you, âWhat?â
âI said Iâd go to a kegger with Topper earlier, obviously Iâm not now.â
âUm yes you are.â
âNo Iâm not, Iâm going to stay with you.â
âNo,â your sister gave you a hard look, âOur parents ruin so much of our lives at the moment, youâre going to go have fun, even if I have to push you out the window myself.â
You smile at how stubborn she is, âAre you sure?â
âAbsolutely, now lets get you ready for Topper.â She says teasingly.
You roll your eyes at her comment, she knows full well you donât see Topper as anything more than a friend, and sheâs always loved to tease you about it.
You end up wearing a small black skirt and a crop top with some red lipstick, ready in time for the next text Topper sent you saying he was at the end of your drive.
âOkay,â you turn to face your sister, âare you sure youâre okay with me going?â
âYes, now please go.â
âFine,â you kiss her on her head, and give her a small wave as you climb out your window.
Once youâre in Topperâs car, Kelce jokingly wolf whistling at you, your only response to smile and stick your middle finger up at him.
âItâs been so long since youâve drank with us I bet your tolerance is shit now Y/N.â Topper smiles from where heâs turned to look at you.
âIn your dreams T, I know I could still drink you under the table.â You laugh, sticking out your tongue at him so he could see in the drivers mirror.
By the time you arrived at the boneyard, there were already lots of drunk teenagers stumbling around on the beach, clearly enjoying their night.
Topper clapped his hands together, âRight, letâs have some fun.â
The three of you made your way towards the keg, which tonight was manned by Kiara and JJ, you gave a quick smile to Kie when she handed you your drink, then you looked up at JJ. You had felt his eyes on you as you interacted with Kiara, but only looked at him then, you stared into his blue eyes for what seemed like ages, until Topper took your arm and guided you to where Kelce was sat by the fire.
âHow did your exams go then guys?â You asked once youâd sat down.
âReally? Weâre at a kegger and youâre asking about exams? You really need to get out more Y/N.â Kelce laughed, nudging your leg with his.
âFine, what do you want to talk about?â
âNot that.â Topper smirks at you, tossing a coin into your cup.
âFuck you.â You say before you down the bitter liquid, âNow Iâve got to get another one dipshit.â
As you stand you playfully shove him off the log heâs sat on, and head back towards the keg to get a drink.
This time Kie wasnât there, only JJ, who you could tell was looking at you as you made your way towards him.
âUh can I have a refill please?â You hand your red cup to him.
âWow a kook with manners, thatâs almost unheard of.â He smirks at you.
âUnlike the rest of the kooks, you havenât done anything to make me hate you, yet - so Iâll be nice for now.â You give him a smile and go to reach for your cup, only for him to move it out of your reach, giving you a look you couldnât decipher.
âWhatâs your name? I donât see you around often.â
âY/N Y/L/N, now can I have my drink?â You say, reaching towards it again.
Before he can say anything else, you hear Topperâs voice from behind you, âY/N, is this dirty pogue bothering you?â
You canât help but feel the dread in your stomach, whenever words like that are said there is almost always a fight, and you hate it.
You swivel to look at Topper, âNo heâs not, I was just getting a drink,â you try to manoeuvre him away from JJ, not that it was easy, especially when JJ started speaking.
âYou know, Topper,â he sneered his name, âsheâs her own person you shouldnât be such a controlling bastard towards her.â
You turned to glare at JJ, but he only grinned at you.
Topper let out something almost like a growl and tackled JJ to the floor.
âFor fucks sake, Topper get off him!â You shouted, ready to try and get him off of JJ.
That was until, your head felt like it had been run over by a car, a splitting headache already forming, you looked down to where JJ was being repeatedly punched on the face by Topper, his nose bleeding, and his eyes already beginning to swell up.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. No way is he your soulmate - as far as you know youâve got nothing in common? And everyone you know hates him, especially because of the fights he gets in. You can feel the stress and tears begin to build at the thought of a life with someone who seemed like he enjoyed fighting, you wonât survive that sort of relationship. Not with how your parents have treated you.
You tried recovering yourself, deep breaths in and out, blocking out the cheers for the fight around you, blocking out the pain in your face as JJ got punched again. And once youâd stopped shaking, you reached forward to try and get Topper off of JJ, for both your sakes apparently.
âTopper! Get the fuck off of him!â You shouted, but as you tried to wrap your arms around him to drag him off, he didnât move, he was too invested in the fight, not even hearing you apparently - because of this he must have thought you were one of JJâs friends trying to get him off, so without looking at you, Topper elbowed you in the gut, hard enough you staggered back in pain.
JJ seemed to register the pain you felt, his eyes wide as he looked at you, blood covering his face, but it gave him enough strength to push Topper off of him, and he made his way to you, worry somehow etched on his face even if he was much worse off than you.
Topper seemed to see where JJ was heading, and seeing you bent over, holding your stomach in pain made him realise that heâd hurt you, he pushed past JJ and knelt in front of you.
âHoly shit Iâm so sorry Y/N.â His hands were on your cheeks, but you felt nothing, nothing except the tears that now escaped from your eyes.
You removed yourself from his touch, âDonât fucking come near me Topper.â
You stood up, turning in the sand and began heading off the beach, only to feel Topper grip your arm, âY/N Iâm sorry, please donât be mad.â
âI said not to touch me!â You shouted, ripping your arm away from him, when you noticed the stares you were getting from other people on the beach you lowered your voice, âIt didnât matter that Rafe didnât come tonight in the end, because youâre just as bad as him now and I donât think we should be friends anymore.â
He stared at you wordlessly, shock and hurt written on his face - not that you cared right now, he had hurt you, maybe by accident yes, but he knew about your home life and because he lost control, you wanted to hate him and never see him again.
He let you walk off that time, passing Kelce who looked like he wanted to talk to you but instead went over to Topper.
When you got to the road you realised youâd now have to walk home, so you quickly shook the sand out of your shoes then headed down the road in the direction of your house.
It was only a minute until you got interrupted again, âHey Y/N,â JJ shouted from where he was running to catch up with you.
God you didnât want to deal with this tonight but heâd probably just follow you home if you didnât talk to him.
So you turned to face him, âWhat?â
âAre you okay?â
âAre you?â You raised your eyebrows at him, heâd been the one to get beaten up properly after all.
âIâve had worse.â He shrugged, then rubbed the back of his neck, looking at you shyly âbut um I felt your pain which means you mustâve felt mine and you know what that means.â
âRight now it means nothing JJ, I canât deal with this tonight so please, leave me alone.â
He could obviously see how rough you felt, you were pretty sure you were still crying, and you were tired, so tired, and falling out with topper was one thing, but also realising your fucking soulmate was JJ Maybank was just something you couldnât handle tonight.
He raised his hands, âOkay weâll talk about this at some point, and I am so sorry Y/N, truly.â His eyes were shining slightly, but you could tell he was being genuine.
You nodded and turned around again to head home, leaving him at the side of the road.
You werenât sure how long the walk home took, it seemed to pass in minutes with the number of thoughts that were racing through your head, it was as if you were on autopilot, climbing the trellis with ease, not even thinking where you were putting your hands and feet.
You were so out of it, you didnât even realise your bedroom light was on, when you hadnât turned it on before you left, so when you climbed into your room the last thing you expected to see was your mum and dad sitting on your bed with their arms crossed, expressions of pure anger on their faces.
(feel like this isnt my best but I am enjoying writing it also there might be fluff at some point but certainly not the next chapter whoops)
Part three
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Hello hello! I ve been EXHAUSTED for the last couple of weeks (work lol), but now that I have had more free time, I can fangirl to my heart´s content. I hope you are in better conditions! Hehe.
YEEES, This idea sounds lovely, I can imagine all the nice things that Jimin and OC can do in this kind of scenario and I go đĽ°
I enjoy that you have noticed that I noticed the OC workaround (See? writing is hard this is why I only read) đ§
And sure! OC being a sucker for him will be very interesting. How will she act/react? And under what circumstances? Maybe here the little notes situation can fit!
Now that you mention how Jimin knows how he feels to be left out, will be there any flashbacks of his time away? Of how he managed and probably how he imagined his reunion with OC would be like? However it was back in the day, he is now so loved đ I also wanna see how he slowly turns into a family member that even outsiders would be like: Ah yeah, Jimin Park, son of OC´s mom đŠ
Awww, they really were each other´s shadow when they were little 𤧠I understand better your pov with your background involved, thats why he loves her so much đ And of course he laughs! Who doesnt want a childhood sweetheart as their lover 𼰠Will we be able to read one of those scenarios when men poorly shot their "best" shot? That would be hilarious.
Im so sorry to be asking everytime if we will get to see this and see that, you may already have a timeline or some scenarios occuring (as these two you mentioned) but I cant help it! I do it not as a request, I do it cause Im curious. Rather than asking to have them written or not, I would like to know your opinion of them, would that be factible, will there be any differences? Is just so fun to daydream.
Once again thank you thank you thank you for your work and response! I recently logged in again in here and saw the notification on the phone, but I literally need to sit with my laptop, read the last we spoke and remember where I left off to actually respond accordingly. Im so happy to have found your blog! I truly enjoy your interactions and I wish you the best for the rest of the week at work or wherever you may be at now đ Take care and rest a looot.
P.D. I LOVE GO GO HEART JIMIN VERSION, I go feral seeing him there, is one of my fav looks on him đ In response I wanna share this edit of him serenating with mariachi, a troka (Spanglish for truck), classic flowers (Tae holding them) and chocolates, and with a plane writing a message on the sky (Spanish for "Whats up mommy?") These kind of BTS memes in local situations are quite popular here in Mexico beucase they are beyond ridiculous but so much fun. I have more from what that came from hehe.
Hello! Sorry it took so long to respond, I've been working and then I get so tired on my days off! How are you?
I haven't written anything so far for hhh!jimin, but I definitely daydream way too much lol but I definitely wanna include oc writing little notes for jimin but it's harder since he works from home and ana doesn't seem like the type to keep a secret from jimin lol
Ooh, if I wrote about Jimin's past it would definitely be angsty. He'd try not to think about being shipped off to his aunt and uncle and they definitely treated him like a son, unlike his parents so he has a really good relationship with them but sometimes he wonders if he did anything to make his parents not want him around :( it doesn't bother him as an adult much since he's been known to cut people out without a second thought instead of trying to make the relationship work.
Yes, definitely! That's one of the drabbles I have planned. oc and Jimin go visit Jungkook's bar to catch up with him and Namjoon but also to meet the rest of oc's friends. I'm not sure how the plot will go but I hope to write it soon :)
I might write the Easter drabble first since I just got the cutest idea lol I'll have to write it down before I forget so i can plot around it later.
Thank you for sending in an ask <3 it made my day and I couldn't wait to respond :) I hope you have a good day/night? :)
I've seen those memes lol I'm Mexican and speak Spanish/spanglish? I'm originally from Texas lmao my husband wanted to get me a serenata but I'm too awkward but maybe I can get him to buy me a ramo buchon hmmm lol
Thank you again for sending an ask <3 I appreciate it so much!
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30 Days | Wilbur Soot
30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right?
It would be if that person wasnât so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.Â
Youâre not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out nowâŚ
Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.Â
Word Count: 1892
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30 Days
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You sighed, staring at the black screen of your PC waiting for it to light up. After last night, you didnât even want to log on, but you knew if you avoided it now, it would just cause more hassle in the long run.
The monitors light up with your bright coloured backgrounds and the PC itself emitted many colours of the rainbow.Â
Opening Discord, you started a message with Wilbur.
Did you hear? You type, clicking through a few channels as you awaited his response.Â
Yeah, howâd this come about? his message readÂ
Your head shook as you typed and you ran a hand through your hair, pushing it back and out of your face, I donât know. Hop in a VC and we can discuss better?Â
You pulled on your headset, waiting for the call to come through, what you werenât expecting was for Wilbur to video call you. You had just got out of bed before logging on and didnât even have any makeup on and you were still in your cropped top and sleep bottoms. Quickly pulling the fuzzy blanket you kept on the back of your chair around your shoulders you answered the call.Â
âHey,â You answered with a sigh, setting your head in your hand.Â
âHi,â He said, monotone.Â
âWhatâs he got on you?â You askedÂ
âMy home address and credit card information, stuff like that. And you?âÂ
You sighed, knowing if you told the truth he might think even lower of you than he already did. âSame thing and like some stupid stuff I did in high school,âÂ
Wilburs expression changed from annoyed to something you couldnât read, âWhat did you do?âÂ
âRelax,â You sighed, âItâs nothing like terrible, terrible.â
âDo you not want to tell me?â He sat back in his chairÂ
âIâd rather not,â You mumbled, âI donât need you thinking lower of me than you already do.âÂ
âFine,â Wilbur sighed, âDo you want to talk about how weâre going to do this or not?â You noddedÂ
âWhat do you think the best approach would be?â You asked, sitting up and pulling your leg up.Â
âWell obviously, I think we should outline what the rules are.âÂ
âOkay,â You nodded pulling up a note, âSo weâre supposed to be dating right?â You asked, Wilbur, nodded. âSo we should act like a couple,â You said as you typed outÂ
âWhat about how we act on and off camera?â Wil askedÂ
âWhat about it?â You asked, âOn camera, we act so madly in love the fans wonât even question it, off-camera we can not speak or whatever we do now.âÂ
Wil shook his head, âI think to get the best performance weâd have to truly play into this and act on and off camera.âÂ
You threw your head back, âReally?â You askedÂ
âDo you truly hate me that much, Y/N?âÂ
âWell no, itâs just Iâd rather not.âÂ
âToo bad, itâs already written.âÂ
You sighed, âFine.âÂ
âDo you think we should tell our friends about the whole situation or just leave it as weâre a couple?â You askedÂ
âLeave them out of the blackmail part, they could slip up.â You nod agreeing.Â
After twenty minutes of back and forth, you devised a list of rules doe the month.Â
They were as follows:
Must act like a couple on and off cameraÂ
Must act like a couple at all timesÂ
Every week doing things that couples would do (i.e. dates, movie nights, going out to dinner)Â
Must post announcing youâre together, on Twitter Instagram or in a stream.Â
Can only tell friends about you being togetherÂ
And you must see each other regularly.Â
If either of you failed to do one of these things you immediately owe the other person $50
Wilbur was still on call with you after the list was created, you ended up talking about how you think the blackmailer got your information. Both of you were in the dark.Â
Your roommate came in, interrupting your conversation, âHey, Y/N, Wanna come with me to pick up food?â She asked stopping dead in her tracks when she saw Wilbur on your monitor.Â
You nodded, âJust give me a second here,â She waved as she exited the room.Â
âSorry about that, Wil,â You said turning back to the camera. âSeems Iâve got to go, but we can talk more about this when I get back if youâd like.âÂ
Wilbur nodded, âIt was nice talking to you, love.âÂ
The pet name caught you off guard, you looked at Wilbur, who had the most shit-eating grin on his face youâd ever seen.
âWhat?â He asked, tilting his head, âWe have to start somewhere, thought now would be a good time.âÂ
You sighed, âill talk to you later Wilbur.âÂ
You ended the call and let your head fall into your hands.Â
Man, this was going to be a long month.Â
âSorry about earlier.â Your roommate said once you walked out of your roomÂ
You shook your head, âDonât worry about it, it was only Wilbur,âÂ
âWilbur?â She asked, âDonât you, like, hate him?â
âHate is a strong word,â You sighed. âI think Iâve had a change of heart about him.âÂ
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You got home to messages from Wilbur asking if you wanted to stream with him tonight to make your announcement, you grabbed a drink and something to eat and got ready to stream. This time you were able to get ready to be on camera. You did your makeup, simple winged eyeliner nothing too extravagant, and you put on a cute top, but kept on your pyjama bottoms.Â
Are you setting up stream? You messaged WilburÂ
Yeah, are you ready? He replied within seconds
Ready as Iâll ever be.Â
This time you called Wilbur, he picked up within seconds.Â
âI know this is only fake but im nervous,â You blurted out.Â
Wilbur nodded, âMe too,âÂ
âHow do you think the fans will react?â You askedÂ
âHonestly?â You nodded, âI think the overall reaction will be good.âÂ
âWhat about the ones that arenât?â You were picking at your fingers, a nervous habit, âI donât want to get death threats and that kind of thing,â You frowned.Â
âIâll take care of it,â Wil said, his words brought you a sense of peace, and you waited for him to start streaming.Â
As he welcomed everyone to the stream, you werenât on screen yet. You had a few moments to take in his appearance. He was wearing a nice white button-down, and it looked like he tried to do something with his hard but failed and just let it slump in its natural half curly-half wavy state on his forehead. You smiled at him as he kept trying to shake the hair out of his eyes but it refused to move.Â
âWell, chat,â He started, âThere is someone very important to me that Iâd like to introduce you to.â As he spoke you could feel the knots in your stomach, nervous for him to finally show your face cam on stream. âNow, you probably already know them but,â He paused, working things out to be able to show your cam on stream, âY/N and I would like to tell you something,â He said, and your face popped up on his stream, you waved to the chat.Â
âY/N, would you like to do the honours?â He asked with a smirk
âI guess so,â You put on the biggest smile you could muster before it looked fake and forced, âChat,â You said. âWil and I are dating!â You announced and he cheered.Â
The chat exploded with hearts and Pogs, of course, there were the normal hate comments, but those were almost drowned out by all the emotes.Â
âOkay now, I donât want to see anybody hating on Y/N, Okay?â Wilbur said in a stern voice, looking directly at the camera, âMods if you can, keep it out of the chat. And chat, keep it off the social media, Okay?â He waited for responses in the chat to roll through before continuing, âIf you haven't got anything nice to say, letâs not say it alright?â You nodded along with him, secretly admiring how adamant he was about keeping the hate away, you knew Wilbur was the type of gut to do that but you didn't think he'd do it for you, especially where the two of you weren't even truly together.
âOkay, so Y/N and I here, didnât really talk about what we were going to do on here, we just wanted to announce the news, but I guess weâll stick around and answer a few questions for about an hour, hows that sound?âÂ
You nodded, âThat sounds good to me. Chat if you have any questions to ask us, about our relationship or just personally send them in the chat or whatever youâd like to do.Â
You and Wilbur sat on stream for close to an hour talking to the chat and receiving many donations asking questions and answering the chat, they seemed to love that the two of you were âtogetherâ. You read a few things saying âEnemies to lovers? POGâ in the chat that made you laugh to yourself, telling Wil youâd tell him later when he asked what was so funny.Â
Truthfully, you didnât hate Wilbur as much as youâve convinced yourself you have. Sometimes the acting and just messing around on the SMP got blurry in your mind, a lot of the things you found revolting about him were things his character had done for the sake of plot development.Â
Wilbur finally ended the stream, you both said bye to chat and he went off.Â
âThat went well, don't you think?â He asked, sighing as soon as the stream was over.
âI think it was good, their reaction seemed to be positive.â You sat back in your chair.Â
âWhat did you find so funny in the chat?â He asked, throwing an arm behind his head as he leaned back in his chair.
You giggled as you thought about it again, âI saw some people saying âenemies to lovers? Pogâ in the chat and I thought it was really funny.â
âI mean, they're technically not wrong.â You rolled your eyes, looking down at the time in the corner of your monitor.Â
It was late. Almost three am.Â
âHey, Iâll talk to you tomorrow Wil, alright? I should go to bed soon.âÂ
Wil nodded, âTalk to you tomorrow, Y/N, sleep well.â He smiled as he hit the end call button.Â
You sat in your dimly lit room in complete silence, other than the noise of the fans in your PC. You couldnât believe you had to do this for a month. You truly wondered how you could do this, it was only day one and you wanted to crawl out of your skin and wash off the feeling that he gave you. In your act you could see how you might be able to fall for him, but once the call ended and you were snapped back to reality, you wished to take the hottest and longest shower in the word and wash the feeling of him away, watch the dirt slide down the drain and out of your mind.Â
âYou can do this. It's only a month,â You whispered to yourself.
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! write with me or fight with me!
you either die by my sword or the most painful head canons imaginable! *merida vc* choose yer fate
just kidding!
 hey there gaymers, i am crissy! i am 22, live in pst, go by she/her pronouns and honestly would very much like a distraction from life -- preferably in the form of 1x1 and rp in general. i am currently doing online school plus trying/failing at adulting, being a crazy pink haired college student living on microwave dimsum with my crazy fluffy demon cat, but that still leaves me with a lot of time and what better way to spend that time then crying and dying, am i right, boys?Â
so without further ado ( adieu? idk gusundheit ) here are a list of discomboblulated plot things that have been floating around in my head that i might be fun to do ( plot fragments, ideas, ocs, fcs i like, settings, genres etc )! iâd prefer a message if u liked any of these in the inbox or dm form, my tumblr ims are open and my discord user is mr. worldwide#2918 ( pitbull supremacy ) but if ur shy i will message u and be annoying!Â
lastly: i prefer hcing in the dms to replies, however i will do replies/ask memes slowly, i donât really like making blogs and prefer google docs/discord and i ask ( gently and respectfully ) that minors do not interact.
thank u and happy hunger games! xx
COLLEGE TOTALLY SPIES -- i was really obsessed with this picture right here and i thought that the picture would be a good premise for a little four person group based on totally spies. i was thinking that these three college students/young adults some friends maybe not some enemies or just on completely different ends of the social agenda get bonded together when they accidentally end up roped in a top secret spy organization that is fronted by a record store. the details and flesh of the plot i think would be cute to figure out all together maybe in a google doc or a big discord so we can make the rp to perfect world building specifications. right now i have two spots open!Â
my friend lexi over at comradc has taken the cool goth asian girl and is using lyrica okano
i am playing the freckly backwards hat lesbian in the red polo named aj mccallis and i think im using diana silvers ( not sure might switch to tati rodriguez )
we also have the cute blond girl w the dyed hair who is giving me kind of like sydney sweeney energies, blonde girl maybe like lalisa manoban/jinsoul,
and we have the rad black girl with the bandids who i would only accept black fcs for for such as diamond white, ryan destiny, salem mitchell,Â
iâd prefer if this stayed kind of sapphic and female and enby friendly. we can def make make npcs and characters but iâd prefer if the characters looked like they do in the picture ( minus the white girls who can be racebent as long as there are vibes ) mostly bc i want the poc people to stay the correct poc! but yeah! if u like this message me specifically!!!!! seperately and hit me w a role ud like maybe an fc an idea anything < 3 im working on a google doc and discord sever
- i really want to play a himbo skater boy evan mock like its my dream i know nothing abt him other than he probably goes by something like mouth or juice or tris or dex or dante but !!!! he has buzzed hair he buzzes designs into, does stick n pokes, hates cops, will kiss anyone, likes to mosh at house shows, smokes a lot and sounds like crush from finding nemo, probably ur parents worst nightmare if im honest rodrick heffley energy -- adopt him for any plot
- i also really am obsessed with simay barlas who is my mascot rn -- i want to play her in some sort of dark academia setting with like gossip girl blair waldorf energies lu from elite and have her be really mean and cold and pretentious and play the cello and probably have secrets and be uptight idk the name mallory is resonating hard w me ( we could even do a gossip girl the secret history type group if people liked that )Â
-ok i also really really want to play streak aka silas montgomery who is like very like sidekick best friend to the golden boy main character, does a kick ass goat impression, class clown, relentlessly hits on like the most difficult person in school, does crazy things for laughs and attention, just wants to make people happy, only wears hawaiian shirts, finger guns, is going nowhere in life, his dad is probably the dean at whatever prestigious school also he is very very depressed and drinks often! love u! a I Feel Like Im The Worst So I Always Act Like Im The Best electra heart baby PINTEREST
also yes his hair is pink reg verse he did it on a dare but hp verse he did a potion wrong and it never came out
SOMEONE DO A LADY HANNIBAL WILL GRAHAM RP KILLING EVE RP W ME! i made this will graham adjacent gal for a genderbent hannigram rp her name is bisexual disaster enida johnson and sometimes goes by needy or will bc her middle name is willamena! has basically all the will things wears flannels is a mess but has a bunch of cats instead of dogs in her woods log cabin and im using crystal reed bc it fits perfect in my head idk if u like her hmu hit me w a lady hannibal PINTEREST
other stuff
ok i really want to do a princess and knight plot but with knight zendaya and princess anya taylor joy ???? ALKHALKSHALK LITERALLY HELLO literally modern or like dnd style i do not care but know i love dnd! we could make it like them goin on some skyrim quests like hi
speaking of dnd and skyrim if anyone wants to do like anything based in dnd stuff or skyrim stuff i am DOWN
jennifers body plot!!!! maybe set in college!!!!! sounds spicy i will do a f/f or m/m version leggo leggoÂ
UNTIL DAWN UNTIL DAWN!!!! i wanted to do a little like 6 person or mumu until dawn thing where everyone either makes new characters or characters based on the existing six! i made a girl adjacent josh character named riley PINTEREST who i love very much ( fc might change im thinking maybe medallion rahimi ) pls hmu if ur down
i looooooove breakfast at tiffanys!!!! like i really love breakfast at tiffanys we love a call girl broody author ship and i want to play a mishti rahman holly golightly type character so so badÂ
pygmalion plot!!! basically like an author and the main character of their book comes to life and the book character is probably from a different period of time or realm so doesnt know how to do modern 2020 stuff like microwaves and the tv! and then maybe they get sucked into the characters book world thats written by the author and have to navigate that! enchanted! w the kdrama! energy!
GOSSIP GIRL PLOT ENERGIES
any sort of the secret history murder society until dawn ahs horror type setting i am on a kick rnÂ
i still really want a deaf sailor and siren plot bc that is so spicy or even like anything involving sirens like maybe one thats like vegetarian and doesnt like to eat humans so it ariel rescues one and keeps it safe!! or like only men are susceptible to the sirens song but aha! i am a woman! Romance!
anything in the realm of percy jackson i love mythology lets go i kind of want a echo narcisuss plot and i want it to hurt me so badÂ
i will do harry potter stuff but only if its completely removed from the current canon like years in the future no existing families also maybe beauxbatons salem and drumstrang plots bc thats what matters
iiiiiiiii really like anime so i will do anything kakegurui, soul eater, ohshc
i kind of like grew up on the hunger games so i will gladly take any hunger games plots like young effie and haymitch is spicy or like a career tribute and one of the weaker poorer distracts enemies to lovers leggo
i have a kind of oc that had their parents die in a factory gas leak that was the governments fault and it turned them into a vigilante assasin that is slowly picking off bootlicker government people one by one pretending to be one of them until bam! gets attached to the rich asshole son or daughter of the head hauncho or one of the higher ups ... drama
rich little celebrity fussy wussy being held captive by the mafia and the tired stoic mafia guard but they fall in loveÂ
i kind of like any plot that involves one person that is really loud or angry or dramatic or whiny and the other one is kind of sweet and gentle or does not talk much idk make brain happyÂ
speaking of!
no nonsense law student studying abroad in a european country and an artist there falls in love w them and is all romantic and gush and is like ur my muse!!! and they are like Go awAy and they explore the city together and themelseves its nice!
i want to be an avan jogia super villain idk why i need to but i doÂ
not to be a disney adult bc i am not but anastasia princesses dont kiss kitchen boysÂ
rival cheer captians? best friends brother? pop princess celebrity singer and like antiestablishment really angry rockstar in a publicity relationship? broody detective and sunshiney diner person that works at the diner they eat at everyday?
idk i will think of more hmu these can all be made f/f or m/m if they arentÂ
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Somebody to Love
summary: Dan and Philâs first meeting in 2009, loosely inspired by the song Somebody to Love by Queen
rating: PG13
wc: ~3k
notes: for the @phandomreversebang! art provided by @anironsidh and betad by @awkwardest-sam. writing this fic was... a journey, and they were a really great and supportive team the whole time and I really appreciate them <3
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Danâs train was running late, and he couldnât stop his anxiety from running absolutely wild. He hadnât missed it, had he? Maybe it had showed up early and left before he got there. Maybe it had showed up while he wasnât paying attention and left already. Maybe it had-
The train pulled into the station. Dan relaxed his shoulders. He wasnât going to miss his train. He managed to stay calm for a few minutes after he boarded until a sudden new thought hit him.
What if he missed his stop?
He groaned, letting his head drop into his arms. He couldnât even get a ten minute break from his ridiculous thoughts.
He took a deep breath, trying to focus on something else. To try to distract himself, he pulled out his pen and notebook to work on a few video scripts.
He had finally gotten into a groove, allowing himself to forget his worries, when the train lurched as it approached its first stop, sending Danâs pen and notebook spilling to the floor. He picked up the notebook, but his pen had already slid out of sight.
Great. Looks like he was going to have to find some other way of passing the remaining two and a half hours of his train ride.
He stared out the window, trying to calm his nerves, but his leg was bouncing up and down almost uncontrollably. He put his hand on his knee, forcing it down.
It was hard to believe that after months of nonstop texting and skyping, he was about to meet the boy from his computer screen in person. He still remembered the first time they had spoken, when he had finally gotten up the courage to message that cool youtuber on twitter.
He had sent him a message about a Queen song, and was shocked to receive a reply. He still was a little bit shocked every time Phil messaged him. Every time, he thought Phil would get tired of him. Every time, Phil kept coming back.
They had talked about their favorite band for hours that night. Then the conversation had shifted to themselves, their families, their hopes and dreams.
They still talked about music sometimes. It was a nice excuse to be in constant contact.
His fingers itched to text Phil, the way they always did when he was anxious, but he and Phil had been trying to stick to Skype lately. Last monthâs phone bill had not been fun to pay. He shouldnât text Phil until he arrived, to tell him where he was so they could meet.
His leg was bouncing again. He sighed in frustration, wishing he hadnât lost his pen.
He bought a magazine to flip through. It was surprisingly entertaining. He managed to lose himself in it for nearly half an hour before he checked the time again.
Fuck the phone bill. Dan gave in and pulled out his phone. nervous (^_^;), he sent.
good, Phil sent back nearly instantly.
good?
im nervous too and im not allowed to be the only one
Dan laughed. His phone buzzed again
in a few hours we can be nervous 2gether
Dan couldnât think of anything to send in response to that other than a smiley face.
now go away u spork remember ur phone bill
Dan let a smile break across his face. Phil did that to him frequently. fine, Dan sent quickly.
He returned to his magazine, calmer this time. It was silly to be so worried. It was just Phil. Phil, who he had known for months now. Phil, who he wanted to meet. Phil, who wanted to meet him.
Everything was going to be alright.
When his train arrived in the station, Dan climbed out, letting his eyes search for Phil. Quickly, they landed on a tall, pale boy with dark hair wearing a green plaid shirt. âPhil!â he shouted.
The boy brightened, looking to find the source of the noise. âDan!â
âPhil,â Dan said again, running towards him, and the other boy was running too, and suddenly they were in each otherâs arms, finally, after all these months of imagining.
Phil was holding Dan tighter than heâd ever been held, but it didnât hurt. It was one of the nicest things Dan had ever felt.
After what felt like an eternity, Phil pulled back. âHow was the train ride?â
âGood,â Dan said, his smile so wide he thought his face might split in two. âHow was your bus ride?â
âSomeone recognized me,â Phil pouted.
Dan laughed. âYouâre a proper celebrity now.â
âI donât want to be a proper celebrity,â Phil whined.
âYouâd be a good celebrity.â
âHow is someone a good celebrity?â
Dan shrugged. âYouâre cute.â
Phil rolled his eyes. âIs that all?â
âYes.â Dan giggled, though he hadnât meant to. It was silly, he thought, a nineteen year old giggling over a boy.
Phil was smiling, too, though, and a bit of pink was showing through his pale skin on his cheeks, so he must not mind.
âWhere to first?â Dan asked.
âStarbucks,â Phil said, bouncing up and down. âStarbucks, Dan, we have to-â
Dan laughed. âYouâre such a sugar fiend.â
âCâmon!â Phil tugged at his hand.
Dan looked down at their hands in shock, surprised to find them tangled together.
âSorry,â Phil said sheepishly, dropping Danâs hand.
Dan wiped his hand on his jeans, then immediately cursed himself. He didnât want Phil to think it was because of him, his hand was just sweaty. âNo, youâre good- um.â
âYeah. No. Weâre in public, I should have-â Phil stuffed his hands into his pockets. âSo, uh, Starbucks?â
âStarbucks,â Dan agreed, gesturing for Phil to lead the way.
âRight,â Phil said, heading down the street. Dan followed. âWhat are you planning to get?â
Dan shrugged. âWhatever you get. Youâre the expert.â
âWell, I havenât actually decided what Iâm getting yet,â Phil explained.
âOh really? What are the frontrunners?â Dan asked.
Phil spent the rest of their walk explaining his various drink options, each sugarier than the last. âSo I think maybe the caramel macchiato. Maybe? I canât decide.â
Dan interrupted before Phil could go through his list again from the beginning. âYou should get the caramel macchiato.â
âYou think so?â
âI think so,â Dan confirmed, opening the door to the starbucks.
Phil bought their coffees, over Danâs protests. âYouâre the one who came to visit me,â he said. âLet me do this for you.â
Dan gave in. âIâll buy you coffee if you ever come to Reading.â
âDeal.â Phil took a long sip of his coffee and let out a long, relieved breath afterwards. âSo good.â
âThe caffeine or the sugar?â
âYes,â Phil said.
Dan took a sip of his own drink. It was good. Maybe not as good as Phil thought it was, but good.
âIâm trying to cut back on coffee,â Phil said mournfully. âI only had three cups this morning.â
Dan snorted. âOnly three?â
âYes.â Phil stared glumly at his already half empty cup of coffee.
Dan shook his head in mock sympathy. âYou poor thing.â
Phil finished his coffee with disturbing speed. Dan did his best to keep up, but to avoid burning his tongue, he had to finish about ten minutes after Phil.
Philâs tongue must be nearly burned off from how quickly he had
Dan should stop thinking about Philâs tongue.
âWhere do you want to go now?â Phil asked, saving Danâs mind from going to some places it really shouldnât be going right now.
âCan we just walk around for a bit?â Dan asked.
âSure!â Phil was bouncing on his toes, already ready to move.
Dan wondered if he was as thrumming with nervous energy as Dan was. âLead the way, then.â
Phil knew his way through Manchester better than he let on, pointing out a few shops and landmarks he recognized along their walk. âThereâs so much to do here. Weâll have to come back sometime.â
Dan absentmindedly agreed. It was nice, the thought that this would happen again. That he could come back. That Phil didnât seem to hate him yet.
Dan almost missed the apple store when they walked past, but he saw it out of the corner of his eye and stopped. âWait,â he said, âI want to post a selfie.â
âOoh,â Phil said. âGood idea.â He opened the door and gestured for Dan to follow him.
They got lucky when they were immediately able to snag a free laptop. Phil opened photobooth and messed with his hair in the camera. Dan did his best to straighten out his hair, and struck a pose.
Phil put on a (ridiculous) facial expression and took a photo.
Dan stepped up to take a look. âWait,â he said, stepping back. âMy hair looks wrong. Can we retake it?â
Phil rolled his eyes, but stepped back into his pose to take a new picture.
About 20 pictures later, they had finally taken one Dan was satisfied with. He logged into his dailybooth account quickly, doing his best to ignore the line of people growing behind him.
âThere,â he said, pressing post and logging out of his account.
He did his best not to make eye contact with anyone in the line behind them as they left the apple store.
They found a bench in a nearby park and spent the next few hours people watching, making up stories about the people they saw.
âSheâs in an unhappy marriage,â Dan whispered. âSheâs having an affair with him.â He pointed to the man across the playground from her, where her daughter was playing.
Phil took a bite of the sandwich he had bought from a nearby cafe. âDoes her daughter know?â
âOf course not, Phil. Sheâs like, five.â
âJust hoping for maximum drama,â Phil said around another mouthful of sandwich.
Dan grimaced. âStop chewing with your mouth open. Itâs gross.â
Phil swallowed. âYour mumâs gross.â
Dan hit Phil on the back. âTake that back.â
âYou first.â
âNo.â
âThen I guess weâll just have to agree to disagree.â Phil looked almost sad.
Dan snorted. âLetâs disagree to disagree.â
âHow does that work?â
âI donât know. I havenât put much thought into it yet.â
Phil laughed, taking the last bite out of his sandwich and brushing a few crumbs out of his lap.
Dan checked the time. âIs there anything else you want to do before we go back to your place?â
âWell,â Phil said. âI, uh. Have a reservation for after dinner.â
âA reservation?â Dan looked down at his clothes. He hoped it wasnât too nice.
âThe sky bar,â Phil said. âI donât know if you know it, Iâm sorry, I-â
Phil looked so anxious. âNo,â Dan said, doing his best to sound reassuring. âItâs fine, just⌠unexpected.â
Phil smiled in relief. âWe should get going if weâre going to make it on time.â
When they got to the sky bar, Dan looked at the menu and tried not to panic at the prices.
âIâll pay,â Phil said quietly. âDonât worry about it.â
That only made things slightly better.
Phil must have noticed that the worry didnât fall from his face, because he tried to reassure Dan again. âReally, itâs fine. Get whatever you want.â
Dan nodded, but he scanned the menu for the cheapest items and ordered those anyway. Phil had just graduated uni; he wasnât exactly rolling in money, and Dan didnât want to feel like any more of a burden on him than he already did.
It didnât matter. His drink tasted incredible.
âIs it alright?â Phil asked, still anxious.
âItâs perfect,â Dan said. It was. The sun was beginning to set, and the view from this high up was beautiful. The view next to him was even prettier.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, staring out the windows and watching the sun bathe everything in a warm, golden glow.
Dan reached for Philâs hand under the table. Phil reached back.
***
It was dark when they boarded the bus back to Rossendale. The bus was nearly empty, but they chose two seats in the back, as far away from everyone else as possible.
âBusses are weird.â Dan yawned.
Phil giggled. âItâs not even late. Are you tired?â
Dan glared. âShut up.â
Phil stuck out his tongue. âMake me.â
Dan hoped his face wasnât as red as it felt. âShut up,â he managed to squeak out.
Phil sat back in his seat, smiling in satisfaction.
âShut up,â Dan whined, poking him.
âYou sound like a broken record. Do you say anything other than shut up?â
âShut-â Dan stopped. âYes,â he insisted.
Phil smirked. âProve it.â
âIâve said so many things other than shut up today.â
Phil shrugged. âIf you say so.â
âI do.â Dan leaned back into his seat, trying to project confidence.
Phil shrugged again. âI believe you,â he said, with the air of someone who absolutely did not believe the person they were talking to.
Dan sighed, and changed the subject. âHow long is the ride?â
âAbout half an hour, hopefully,â Phil said.
His train ride had been much longer than that. He could survive this. Especially with Phil with him.
âI met a boy on the train once, you know,â Phil said, startling Dan out of his thoughts.
Dan looked up, slightly confused. Why was Phil telling him about some other boy? âYou did?â
âYeah,â Phil laughed. âHe was really cute, too. We spent the whole train ride talking, and it turned out he actually lived really close by. This was when I was in uni. But anyway, at the end, he asked me for my number, so I gave it to him, and then-â Phil paused to hide his face.
âThen what?â Dan asked, perplexed.
âI texted him,â Phil said, muffled.
âWhatâd you say?â
âI asked him if he was asking me out,â Phil said, still with his face hidden in his arms.
âWas he?â Dan asked, though he suspected the answer by now.
âNo,â Phil whined, lifting his head up. âHe wasnât. He was straight.â
Dan couldnât help a horrified giggle.
âItâs not funny,â Phil said, though a smile was starting to peek through his carefully composed sulk.
Dan wanted to stop laughing, he really did, but he just couldnât. His giggle grew until it was the dumb hyena laugh he always felt self-conscious of, but with Phil sitting next to him, he didnât mind.
Phil was starting to laugh a little bit too. He buried his head in Danâs shoulder to hide it. âYouâre the worst.â He landed a half-hearted punch on Danâs ribs.
Dan just laughed harder. âThatâs awful, oh my god.â
âSo stop laughing!â Phil whined.
Dan finally managed to quiet his laugh. âItâs a good thing, though, really. Because now you have me instead of stupid bus boy.â
âYouâre so much better than stupid bus boy,â Phil whispered, reaching for Danâs hand to give it a quick, reassuring squeeze.
The warmth of his hands lingered even after they were gone.
***
Philâs house was dark and quiet when they finally arrived. Dan didnât know what else he had expected. Philâs parents werenât home; that was the whole reason he was visiting right now.
Dan declined politely when Phil asked if he wanted a full house tour, instead choosing to dump his backpack on Philâs bedroom floor without asking first. He thought, halfway through doing it, that maybe he should have checked first, but Phil didnât seem to mind, so he just left it.
Philâs bedroom looked different than it did on Skype. Less grainy.
Phil dropped himself onto his bed, gesturing for Dan to follow him. âWanna play some music?â
âSure,â Dan said, sitting down next to Phil. âQueen, probably, itâs the least we can do to thank them for bringing us together.â
Phil laughed. âNot because theyâre good?â
âNo. Just because gay.â
âFreddie Mercury would be proud,â Phil said.
âHe probably would be,â Dan admitted.
âWhat song?â
Dan thought about it a bit, chewing at the inside of his lip. âSomebody To Love,â he finally said.
Phil grinned. âExcellent choice.â
âThank you,â Dan said, basking in the glow of Philâs approval as the piano started playing. âI can play this on piano, you know.â
âYou can?â
âYeah. I can play most Queen songs.â
Phil tilted his head. âYouâll have to show me sometime.â
âBut you donât have a keyboard.â
Phil tilted his head. âGuess Iâll have to visit you sometime.â
Dan couldnât help the nervous thrill that ran through his stomach. âA shame, really. You have no other option.â
âIâll survive.â
Dan hummed along to the chorus.
Phil poked him. âJust humming? Coward.â
Dan startled. âWhat?â
âI want to hear you sing.â Philâs eyes were twinkling with the slightest bit of mischief.
âNo. Absolutely not.â Dan crossed his arms.
âFine,â Phil said. âI guess Iâm going to have to sing myself.â
âThatâs almost worse,â Dan said.
Phil pouted. âIâm a great singer.â
âIâm sure.â
Phil began to sing along, his voice warbling.
âShush,â Dan said. âI want to hear Freddie Mercury.â
Phil sighed, but switched to dramatically lip syncing instead.
âMuch better,â Dan said, trying to control his facial expression so Phil couldnât tell that he was being a little bit cute right now.
Philâs performance was so over the top it was honestly funny, until he reached the end of the song. He sang along, softly this time, looking directly at Dan in a way that gave him goosebumps.
Dan couldnât help but look away.
âHow was my performance?â Phil asked.
âIt was alright,â Dan said, leaning back on his elbows.
âOh yeah?â
Dan sat back up. âNot too relatable, though.â
âWhy not?â
âIâve already found somebody to love,â Dan said, smiling at Phil.
âReally,â Phil said, teasing. âWho?â
Dan felt his cheeks warm. âYou probably donât know him. He goes to a different school,â he managed.
Phil laughed. âI like you too.â
Dan didnât think it was even possible for his cheeks to be any warmer. âI guess youâre kind of cool too.â
âShut up,â Phil said, pulling Dan closer.
âMake me,â Dan said.
âOkay,â Phil said, promptly kissing him.
Dan shut up for quite a while after that.
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Hello I logged in on 1/11/2021 by accident but here are some feelings
This is not the blog I wanted to find. This is not the one I thought Iâd log into. This is not the account I hoped to remember or to write in, but my thoughts are important, my feelings are important, and recently pain soars through so much of my mind that I forget and shut down. Itâs like everything leaves me, my mind, in a wisp of the wind, and the numb feeling of all those emotions of pain, hate, is all that is left with the tear thaat welled up in my eyes, that couldnât drop for some reason.
Why is it? That ever since Kuro left, Iâve stopped something inside that could still change and grow? What is it that I fucked up in myself to have a fake girlfriend, a fake romance, and fake emotions? I am lying to myself, I know, but about what? I canât even tell. Thereâs nothing here for me at the age 24. There is nothing here in this whole world because I have hid myself from everyone, even myself, to the point that maybe thereâs no way to open up again. To me, I have always separated, segregated, and kept them away; those people that cared and the friends and people who actually reached my heart-- even those people, are something that I try to erase from my heart every day. I try my best to open up physically, to be more present, to be more honest and to be genuine and myself, and yet, every few days when my repressed emotions surface, I find myself deleting myself, deleting the memories, deleting people, and in one way or another, distancing myself.Â
Even when I look back on the good memories, I smile at it like a parent to a child, somewhere inside me, it says âWe all grow up and leave some dayâ, and thereâs a warmth behind all those words, but it sounds so cold. It sounds so cold to my soul that the tears that well up, sometimes drop down my cheek. Sometimes it makes me scream into my pillow because I can feel my skin, my extra fat on my chin wrinkle up and my nose scrunch up, and I donât want to imagine what I look like. Sometimes I can let my voice out if I unwire all the way, sometimes, actually most of the time, I am silenced. Muted.Â
Yes, thatâs how I cry. Why do I write this? I donât even know, maybe I think someone will read it one day. Maybe I think the pain I hold inside will be noticed one day, and even understood. Maybe I think someone who knows a similar pain will approach me one day -- and I wonât be so alone. Maybe I will find someone I can relate my trauma to, my despair with, someone I can truly connect with like Sophia was. Maybe all Iâm looking for is a way to ask for help, someone to show up and prove that surviving was worth it, that the suffering I went through in life was something I wouldnât regret or cry about. Maybe one day I will wake up in that dream I had in my happiest moments...
Do you want to hear the dream I had? I had it one random night I stayed on call with Kuro. We slept on phone calls all the time, it made me feel safe, it made me feel like someone was actually paying attention to me, even when they werenât. I didnât feel abandoned, and I never thought heâd abandon me, and it was the best time of my life. Sometimes, he would be so exhausted, but we always laughed, whether it be the bad Vietnamese I practiced to tell him âGood Nightâ or âThank youâ, or just a random thought. I have seen happiness, and perhaps I should be blessed enough from that.
In the dream, Iâm sitting on some random window with my violin in my hand. Whether or not there is an actual seat is unknown, but whether it be comfortable or uncomfortable. I looked hella cool. I had no trauma playing my violin, it was like I practiced 8 hours a day again, but from my own will. And I was doodling my own composition, I was spaced out and unfocused but i was inspired. Thereâs a kettle blowing in the back of the house, the kitchen, and I hear a female voice yelling in the background. Itâs almost exactly like my mother, perhaps it was her too, but before my mom, out of the hallway comes another, a better and more familiar voice-- Kuroâs voice. âGIN OH MY GODDâ is all I could make out of the yelling and the distant kettle stops its high pitched drone. I stop playing and turn around and yell âIM SORRYâ and despite a happy undertone, I feel my face holding an âoopsâ expression on my face. My mom comes out from the hallway too with her high pitched yelling, sheâs always like this but her voice along with Kuroâs scolds me and somehow, itâs all good. I feel a warmth in the way they scold me and at this point the dream is so fuzzy I donât know if I had any visuals, but I remember the bright white screen in my head, and the simple warmth and relief in my chest that tomorrow will be an okay day. It was so nice, it was the best dream Iâve ever had in my life. If I died, Iâd want to live in that moment forever. Even if I donât die, I want to feel like that once in real life.Â
I donât know what I felt. I donât know if it was love. I donât know if it was affection. I donât know if what I felt was acceptance. I donât know if it felt so good because I left all my trauma and depression behind, maybe I got over my exes in that moment. Maybe I --- I told Kuro so many things, near the end I had so many delusional dates I wanted to do, I told him everything I wanted to do with him...and yet, I was probably the one who broke his heart.Â
I wish you could tell me. What do I do now? What should I do? I know what you said, you told me to take care of myself, you told me to put myself first and to make myself happy. You told me to do all of these things and Iâve been working, working so hard. I have been doing everything you told me to, I promise. I just havenât gotten to the brushing your teeth thing yet, I canât do it yet, and sometimes I even think that you donât come back because I canât even brush my teeth by myself every night yet. But I donât because what if ...what if I do get myself together, and you still donât come back? How will I ever get better if I lose hope? I know you donât want me to coin you as my lifeâs hope, I know you probably hated it and it weighed you down so much that when everything broke, you quickly found a way out-- and I respect everything youâve done and do, I donât think youâve done a single thing wrong and even if it hurts, I know you must be in a better place by now, because thatâs how you are. You never go anywhere that isnât better. But with you gone, I can do anything I want with you in my memories canât I, even if that means turning you into some miracle, some deity in my book that I can obsess over?Â
Kuro Iâm not better. Iâm not sure if Iâm getting better at all. Sometimes I feel like my life is coming together, and then I remember itâs all going to fall apart, and it hurts and hurts so I shut it away like you did, because negating your feelings was what you were good at, and I couldnât understand until recently I met Jessi, and she has taught me how to do it and even enjoy the process. I wish you can come and stop it, because right now you have such power over me that if you said one word Iâd do anything to obey your wise words. Please, just please. I wish youâd let me forget to wait for you. I wish you reply one day, I wish one day I forget all of this. I donât even know how anymore. I donât know what to do with your memories Kuro. I canât change maybe. Maybe this is really where I end at age 26. Did you know? The zodiac readings from the japanese blogs and professional fortune tellers all say that 26 for my year, is actually a Huge bad luck Year? I really think it might work. I really think that this will happen. But atleast I had you once. I fucked up Kuro. I get it now. After so much remorse and overthinking, I stopped thinking in details anymore. So now the answer is simply, I fucked the fuck up. And this is it. Iâm going to die at age 26. And so far, everything is confirmed and it seems no one can really stop me anymore. I keep waiting for a sign, a message, a symbol, or an experience, that can keep me alive and going, to not kill myself at 26. But I think...so far, its not going so well.Â
The only person I feel sorry, and truly truly sorry for, is Vally. I donât know how much time I have left, but I know for sure, that the time provided between Vally and I, were probably meant to be longer-- but Iâm not sure if I can make it through my 26th year. Iâm planning to do a phone call this weekend with her. I donât know what Iâm going to tell her, everything is such bad thoughts and bad endings, I donât know what to say. I dont want to tell her anything that isnât confirmed yet, but maybe its better for her to hear it early? But who can really tell her, a true companion, a true trauma-bonded victim, a true compassionate ally of yours, the most trustable person in the world, even more than Kuro at times,... that so far, itâs about 87% confirmed that I will kill myself in 2 years?
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hi everybody !! iâm sure most of you are not keeping tabs on this sort of thing, but maybe some of you have noticed that my presence here has been inconsistent and sometimes just nonexistent? and i guess another thing you might have noticed is that i tend to have little mental breakdowns that i unfortunately take out on here? and i think i kinda owe it to u to explain myself for a couple reasons:
1. i genuinely believe itâs irresponsible to broadcast certain facets of mental illness to a wider audience, many of whom are younger, without being mindful of providing trigger warnings or crisis resources etc. itâs not right of me to potentially trigger others or only show a certain lens of my experience without context or to basically demand attention and pity. itâs just gross. iâm ashamed of that and iâm really sorryÂ
2. iâm sure most of you follow me for my writing and i havenât been producing that at all. so i should give you fair notice that my writing frequency has / is going to shift significantly
i guess first i just want to apologize - my intention isnât to make people worry. but i know myself and the way i preen for attention when iâm feeling unstable. itâs not right and itâs selfish and gross and i hate it.Â
in a nutshell, iâve been consistently unstable (if thatâs not an oxymoron) for many many years. it is not new to me. and for this brief moment i was able to abandon that and be functional on here and live a little baby dream of getting to write about my favorite group and have people read and enjoy it. itâs still so exciting to me, every single like and reblog. so thank u if youve ever read anything ive written! its crazy to me and i do not deserve!! i think my work is perfectly average but itâs gained me a really beautiful network of friends and such kind words and im so stupidly grateful.
but this has been an outlet and not always an honest one bc the state of my... i guess mental health? self perception? has been so deeply fucked. i dont want to say im in danger but i dont think its right to not say that either. i dont know. i feel like ive lost track of this haha i dont know where im going.
iâve seen a lot of people whose mental health is suffering from this quarantine. for me itâs been a period of clarity and rest. basically iâm always losing my mind but also running on no sleep and constant work stress. now iâm able to see that i guess iâm really not good? thereâs been some really horrible blows to my confidence and self-perception in the past few weeks or month or so. i just feel a bit insane.Â
iâm a bit tired of letting this kill me but i also donât really know any other way. i guess the only thing that matter is at this time i wouldnât say i have writers block - just canât imagine myself writing again. canât even begin to think of how to write. i hope that changes so iâm keeping my requests in my inbox. but thatâs just where iâm at now. and if you want to unfollow that makes all the sense in the world! iâm not providing what you came here for. i feel really guilty about that and not really sure who i am.
the other thing is that i really really dont like talking about it and i dont even really know what i would talk about. nothing happened to me. thereâs no reason i feel this way or grievances to air out or anything to cry over. itâs just me being stupid.
part and parcel of that is not knowing what my presence on here looks like. i know iâm making this way too serious and itâs embarrassing but yeah. i just donât think i can stay in the cycle of making promises of a short hiatus and coming back strong. clearly thatâs not true because i keep doing this over and over.Â
i donât want to lose my friends or this safe place. thatâs the hardest part of it all. and i guess i need to do some work on myself but i donât really know what that means and i donât want to do it either. i donât know if iâm lazy or scared or what.
i think iâm just rambling now. iâm really really sorry. but on some level this is still my blog right? a place to log my thoughts? iâm not really sure what iâm allowed to do. and iâm not sure how to end this either. but thank you for being so nice. i know itâs not that serious and iâm making too much of this and iâm so sorry again. itâs not goodbye - iâm not sure what it is. i guess this is a message to say, i guess donât expect anything from me? i wish i knew! and iâm sorry! iâm really really really sorry!!!
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Part of the Company Part 5 (Thorin x reader)
Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader
Word count: 3332
Warnings: None
A/N: A million billion thanks to the amazing @jezzula for helping me edit (seriously, youâre the best, ily)! Weâre still on a bit of a slow burn here, but youâll have to see how much longer that lasts... *evil cackling* Gif is not mine! Translations are from https://islenthatur.wordpress.com/welcome/Â
Enjoy!! I love you all!!
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
I did not like this bag. It was itchy, it was restrictive, it was currently impeding me from going on a murderous rage, and just an overall 1/10 experience, to say nothing of our impending fate of being eaten. I wouldnât recommend it. To be fair, I wasnât on the spit yet, but being under a pile of dwarves wasnât much better.
âDonât bother cooking them. Letâs just sit on them and squash them into jelly.â Now, that sounded like a thoroughly unpleasant prospect.
âThey should be sautĂŠed and grilled with a sprinkle of sage.â At least with that idea my death wouldnât be wholly unstylish. Points for artistic creativity to that troll.
âOoh, that does sound quite nice.â The dwarves were grumbling and complaining about the situation, but I had tuned them out in the hopes of hearing something useful.
âNever mind the seasoning; we ainât got all night!â Oh? This could be interesting. âDawn ainât far away, so letâs get a move on. I donât fancy being turned to stone.â Definitely interesting. Now I just had to get out from under a pile of dwarves and stall the trolls. As it just so happened, Bilbo had the same idea as I did, and he was on top of the pile.
âWait! Youâre making a terrible mistake!â Bilbo called.
âYou canât reason with them, theyâre half-wits!â
âHalf-wits? What does that make us?â Somehow, after more than a century with dwarves, it never failed to surprise me how thick-skulled dwarves could be. Bilbo hopped up in his sack, turning to the trolls.
âUh, I meant with the, uh, with, uh, with the seasoning.â There we go - stalling tactics.
âWhat about the seasoning?â The trollsâ interest was piqued, especially the one only one who seemed to have any sort of taste buds.
âWell have you smelled them? Youâre going to need something stronger than sage before you plate this lot up.â He definitely wasnât wrong, and I chuckled at the thought. The dwarves, on the other hand, didnât find it quite as funny.
âWhat do you know about cooking dwarf?â
âShut up and let the, uh, flurgaburburrahobbit talk.â
âUh, the.. the secret to cooking dwarf is, um--â Uh oh. He was freezing up under the scrutiny. Admittedly, for one unaccustomed to such demands, he was doing a decent job. But a decent job could still get us all killed.
âYes? Come on.â
âItâs, uhâ
âTell us the secret.â The trolls were impatient, and we were running out of time.
âYe-yes, Iâm telling you, the secret isâŚâ Come on, Bilbo, you can do it! â... to skin them first!â Apparently not. That was definitely not the life-saving stalling tactic Iâd been hoping for.
âTom, get me the filleting knife,â the troll said, holding out a hand, as the dwarves breathed out threatenings in Bilboâs direction. I was too shocked to say anything immediately, and by the time I could more action was unfolding. I probably would have laughed at how nervous he was⌠if I wasnât so directly involved in the situation.
âWhat a load of rubbish! Iâve eaten plenty with their skins on. Scuff them, I say, boots and all.â
âHeâs right! Nothing wrong with a bit of raw dwarf!â One of the monsters grabbed Bomburâs sack, lifting it towards his mouth. âNice and crunchy.â
âNot-- not that one, he--heâs infected!â This idea actually had some potential.
âYou what?â
âYeah, heâs got worms in his⌠tubes.â That seemed to do the trick - the troll tossed Bombur back onto the pile, and I could practically see the light bulb go off in Bilboâs head. Unfortunately, this meant that the already limited oxygen in my lungs got forced out abruptly, leaving me gasping for breath for a moment. Breathing hurt, but I couldnât tell if something was wrong or if it was just the result of the weight piled on top of me.
âIn-in fact they all have. Theyâre infested with parasites. Itâs a terrible business - I wouldnât risk it. I really wouldnât,â Bilbo said, gaining confidence as he went on.
âParasites? Did he say parasites?â
âWe donât have parasites! You have parasites!â
âWhat are you talking about, laddie?â
The dwarves were quite vocal about how much they absolutely did not have parasites. In any other situation it would have been laughing, but here it could prove fatal.
âHeâs right!â I shouted over the grumpy dwarves, forcing myself not to gasp at the pain in my chest. âTheyâve got a massive infestation. Iâve been traveling with them for a year now - I should know!â
âAnd you donât?â The troll raised an eyebrow
âIâm a girl! Itâs a well known fact that girls donât get parasites!â
Thorin seemed to get the message and shot me a look before kicking the others in the pile.
That seemed to jolt them into an understanding, which thankfully diverted the trollsâ attention from the fact that it would indeed make me edible, which I had realized too late.
âIâve got parasites as big as my arm!â
Mine are the biggest parasites! Iâve got huge parasites!â Ever the competitive one, Kiliâs parasites just had to be the biggest. There was no way I was going to let him forget it.
âWeâre riddled!â
âYes, Iâm riddled!â
âYes, we are! Badly!â I was never going to let any of them live this exact moment down.
âWhat would you have us do, then? Let âem all go?â This troll came to stand before Bilbo, and his tone indicated that he was catching on. That couldnât be a good sign.
âWellâŚâ
âYou think I donât know what youâre up to?â The troll emphasized his point by poking the poor hobbit. âThis little ferret is taking us for fools!â
âFerret?â
âFools?â Both hobbit and troll sounded indignant at the other trollâs insult. All of a sudden, Gandalf stepped out onto a large rock and relief flooded through my system.
âThe dawn will take you all!â The whole company seemed to take a breath in relief at the wizardâs appearance.
âWhoâs that?â one of the trolls asked.
âNo idea.â
âCan we eat âim too?â
In an instant that seemed to freeze in time, Gandalf lifted up the staff before slamming it down onto the ground, causing the rock to split in two. Light flooded the clearing and the trolls tried to shield their eyes as slowly their skin seemed to turn to drying clay. With a final growl, they hardened in place, frozen forever as stone statues.
Cheers went up from the grinning dwarves and I laughed giddily. Even Thorin cracked a smile. We were safe now.
âOh, get your foot out of my back!â Dwalin grumbled loudly.
Bilbo and Gandalf got the first of the dwarvesâ scratchy burlap prisons untied, and the dwarves moved to help the others. Once the pile was cleared from off the top of me, Kili bent to cut open the sack while Fili did the same for his uncle. Â Several set to getting the dwarves off the spit after putting out the fire from below them.
âAre you alright?â Thorin was at my side as soon as we were both free, scanning me for injuries as he poked and prodded my abdomen. I wasnât about to tell him I had messed up my ribs - he was too concerned for me already
âIâm fine, donât worry about me,â I insisted, but when he hit one of my ribs, I couldnât keep from flinching. âAhhhh. I think I might have bruised a rib or two when Bombur landed on us.â
âOin!â he called out, worry coloring his tone.
âThorin, Iâll be fine,â I tried to reassure him. âReally, thereâs nothing he can do for a bruised rib.â
âWhat is it you need, laddie?â Oin approached.
âItâs Y/Nâs ribs - she thinks she bruised them when the troll dropped Bombur back onto the pile.â Thorinâs hand was still on my arm, warm and steady.
âIâm sorry to say it, but thereâs naught to be done for a rib injury, Thorin.â Oin gestured helplessly. âI can get ya something for the pain when we get a camp set up, lassie.â With another shrug, he turned back to where the other dwarves were.
âTold you so,â I said, breathing as shallowly as possible as I wrapped an arm protectively around myself. âSeriously though, Iâll be alright. Itâs nothing a little time wonât fix. Though I think a few more days off firewood collecting duty wouldnât go amiss.â Thorin chuckled, and I laughed a little before flinching at the pain it caused. This was definitely not going to be a comfortable few days on the road.
âI think we can find a way to ensure that.â His hand still rested on my arm, and the other came up to brush a piece of hair away from my face. He was so close, and I wished desperately that he would just lean a little closer⌠Whoa, kiddo⌠Hold your horses, there. I knew full well nothing would ever come of my feelings for Thorin, especially since I wasnât even from Middle Earth. Gandalf thumping one of the trollsâ foreheads with a satisfied look on his face brought us abruptly out of⌠whatever that was. âI must speak to Gandalf. Are you sure youâll be alright?â
âIâll be fine, worrywart.â I sent him off with a wave and a reassuring smile. He nodded once and turned to Gandalf. Once his concerned gaze left me, I sank down onto a convenient log, holding my ribs in a vain attempt to keep them from moving.
âY/N? What happened?â A concerned Fili quickly made an appearance at my side, with Kili not far behind him. I tried to wave them off, not keen to have more people worrying and fussing over me. A grumpy, overprotective, sweet king was more than enough. By the valar, Iâm hopeless, I thought, rolling my eyes at my mental description of Thorin.
âItâs nothing time wonât heal. Iâm fine. Go worry about Bilbo.â
âAre you sure?â Kiliâs wide-eyed puppy dog look wouldâve had anyone else melting.
âYes!â I snapped. It wouldnât work on me today. They held up their hands in meek surrender, backing off to go find the hobbit. Iâd have to apologize later.
âYou lot, on your feet. Weâre going looking for the trollâs cave.â There was grumbling at the order, there always was when the company had to get up, but they rose nonetheless.
âUp you get.â Thorin extended a hand to me when he was within reach, his voice gentler than it had been a moment ago.
âDo I have to?â I tried Kiliâs tactic of puppy-dog eyes, not wanting to move just yet.
âWe have to keep moving, my azaghâl (warrior).â Apparently I wasnât as adept at it as Kili was. âI wish I could give you more than that.â
âFine,â I sighed dramatically. âHelp me up, then.â With a mischievous grin, he lifted me carefully in his arms and started walking back toward our horses.
âPut me down, you ridiculous dwarf!â I smacked him playfully on the shoulder. âMy legs are still perfectly functional.â
âYou didnât really think Iâd be so cruel as to make you walk all the way to your horse after making you get up, did you?â
âI know better than to expect anything from the Heir of Durin. Anything but trouble, that is,â I teased affectionately, feeling the rumble of his laughter in his chest.
âIf you hadnât gone and injured yourself, Iâd be seriously considering dropping you right now.â
âYou wouldnât dare!â
âI suppose Iâll let you off with a warning this time. After all, what would Dis say?â He set me down next to Obsidian just long enough to pick me up by my waist and lift me onto the horseâs back. âCan you manage to stay on him on your own?â
âIâll be fine, Thorin,â I reassured him. âLetâs just find that troll cave so I can sleep.â With a nod, he turned to lead company, the rest of which had remained on foot.
I just canât leave you alone for ten minutes, can I? Obsidianâs gaze seemed to ask me as the dark-haired dwarf looked over his shoulder at my repeatedly. Heâs worried about you.
âHush, Dian. He worries about everyone in the company.â
Not like how he worries about you.
âOh please, heâs a king. Thorin could never think of a commoner like that, let alone me.â
Obsidian flicked his ears in disagreement, but dropped the subject.
It wasnât long before the cave was found. Reeking like nothing else Iâd ever smelled certainly helped lead us to it.
ââStay out here.â âDonât get off the horse.ââ I mimicked, complete with obnoxious expressions. âUgh. Dwarves.â
Youâre the one who likes him. Obsidian rattled his mane at me.
âOh, be quiet. It doesnât matter anyways.â
I would have much rather been exploring the troll hoard than stuck outside doing nothing as Thorin had insisted. On the other hand, I was grateful for the fresh air. Even from out here, I could smell a little of what the inside mustâve smelled like, and it wasnât pleasant.
âWeâre makinâ a long term deposit,â Gloin explained himself to Dwalin, who was making a face at their digging.
âLetâs get out of this foul place. Come on, letâs go!â Thorinâs commanding voice rang out, but the dwarves kept burying their treasure. â Bofur! Gloin! Nori!â Reluctantly, they stood, kicking a last spray of dirt before they obeyed Thorin.
The king himself came towards me, a new sword and bow in hand.
âFind anything interesting?â
âAn elvish sword and an elvish bow caught my eye. I wondered if you might like to have the bow?â He extended the bow to me to examine. I took it, awed by the fine workmanship.
âThorin, this is incredible! Thank you.â I reached out a hand to rest on his shoulder in gratitude. He smiled at my enthusiasm, lifting his hand to cover mine. I wouldâve hugged him if he wouldnât have had a fit the moment I tried to get off the horse.
âIâm glad you like it.â His fingers intertwined with mine. âI hope it serves you well.â A sudden commotion of wildlife in the trees had us tensing up.
âThorin? What do you think that is?â
âIâm not sure,â he said, dropping my hand to draw his sword before alerting the company. âSomethingâs coming!â
âGandalf!â
âStay together! Hurry now! Arm yourselves,â Gandalf rallied the dwarves, jogging together into the trees. I laid an arrow on my new bowstring, ready for whatever would come.
A sled drawn by rabbits came crashing through the trees toward us. The scruffy, brown-clad figure pulled them to a stop by us.
âThieves! Fire! Murder!â He shouted. That was never something reassuring to hear from someone you didnât know.
âRadagast! Radagast the Brown!â Gandalf warmly greeted the new person. Since Gandalf relaxed, the rest of us relaxed too, content to trust Gandalf. âWhat on earth are you doing here?â
âI was looking for you, Gandalf. Somethingâs wrong. Somethingâs terribly wrong.â
âYes?â That didnât sound like good news at all.
Radagast opened his mouth, making as if to speak, only he didnât. His mouth closed again, before repeating several times, as though heâd forgotten what he was about to say.
âOh, just give me a minute. Um⌠Oh, I had a thought, and now Iâve lost it. It was⌠it was right there - on the tip of my tongue!â He curled his tongue, making an odd face as Gandalfâs brows drew together. âOh, itâs not a thought at all - itâs a silly oldâŚâ He paused briefly as the grey wizard pulled a bug out of his mouth. âStick insect!â Radagast finished.
That was definitely not the âimpressive wizardâ image that Gandalf seemed to carefully cultivate, and I could tell that the dwarves were more than confused by it. I think Gandalf could tell, for he led Radagast a little ways away so that they could discuss their âwizard businessâ in private.
âAm I allowed down now?â
âIâve a feeling something is coming. I would feel better if you stayed up there for now.â
âThorin, you realize that I can defend myself, right?â I raised an eyebrow at him.
âOf course you can, I taught you myself.â
âThen why donât you trust me to do it?â Iâm sure my eyes betrayed something of what I felt, and his eyes softened immediately.
âI do, Y/N. I do trust you.â He set one of his hands on my knee, as if urging me to understand something. âI just⌠I canât risk losing you.â
âYou wonât lose me, Melhekhul! (my king) I simply wish to be more helpful than I can be here.â
âNormally, I would agree with you, but youâre injured right now, and I have a bad feeling that something is on its way. Something dangerous.â This memory of the movie was coming back to me, and he was right - wargs were coming.
âI suppose you have a point.â I dropped my eyes from his gaze. After all, he was right, and it was obvious that he was being careful because he cared and not to try to annoy me.
A howl split the air, a little ways in the distance, making my hair stand on end. Obsidianâs ears flicked back and forth as he pranced around uneasily.
âWas that a wolf? Are there -- are there wolves out there?â Bilbo looked up suddenly, clearly on edge.
âWolves? No, that is not a wolf.â Bofur answered him
âThorin, look out!â I shouted when I saw a warg appear above us. It leapt down, but Thorin quickly struck it with Orcrist, killing it instantly. While his sword was still stuck in the wargâs corpse, another one showed its ugly head on the other side. Kili got off a shot at it, and it fell close to Thorin, but it wasnât dead yet. I took a shot at it, my arrow piercing directly through its eye and into its brain at the same moment that Dwalin hit it hard with an axe.
âWarg-Scouts! Which means an Orc pack is not far behind.â Thorin said urgently as he freed his sword.
âOrc pack?â
âDonât worry, Bilbo, weâll protect you,â I assured him, hoping to be able to make good on that.
âWho did you tell about your quest, beyond your kin?â
âNo one,â Thorin answered the wizardâs query.
âWho did you tell?â I could see where Gandalfâs urgency came from - somebody was after us, and somehow they had to have learned of our quest.
âNo one, I swear,â Thorin insisted. âWhat in Durinâs name is going on?â
âYouâre being hunted.â At those words, Thorin moved closer to me, as though attempting to stand between me and the danger we could not see.
âWe have to get out of here.â
âWe canât! We have no ponies; they bolted.â If I were a horse, I definitely wouldâve bolted as well. I was lucky that Obsidian hadnât, though the pony was a brave one. His muscles were taut, his ears pinned flat, but he hadnât run.
âIâll draw them off,â Radagast offered.
âThese are Gundabad Wargs, they will outrun you,â Gandalf pointed it out as though it were obvious.
âThese are Rhosgobel Rabbits. Iâd like to see them try.â The Brown Wizard smirked, taking it for a challenge.
âIâll help draw them off.â I nudged Obsidian forward a couple of steps.
âNo, I forbid it.â
âThorin, I could be helpful. If you insist that I stay on Obsidian, then at least let me help.â
âDid you not hear Gandalf? These are Gundabad Wargs.â
âSo what? Not even a Gundabad Warg can outrun a pony. And Iâve got a bow and plenty of arrows.â He was hesitating - my logic was wearing down his opposition, if only because the number of options was limited.
âAlright. But donât take unnecessary risks, do you understand me?â
âThorin, Iâll be fine. Now letâs go before they find us.â
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In other news, I do need validation. Long angry rant is about to happen.
The other day I called my Ex on fb so he could talk to our son. I made a comment later that day how he looked like he hadnt been sleeping and how he seemed like he may be depressed, and the person i was talking to was just like
"Poor guy :(("
To which I just shrugged and told them that I didnt feel bad for him, everything he's feeling, he brought on himself.
They said "I feel kinds bad for him because I know he loves you!"
And I'm just???
Maybe he did?? Maybe he does?? But that doesn't negate all the shit he did to drive me the fuck away. I loved him too once. But then everything I said, everything I felt, everything I tried to ask for fell on deaf ears.
I don't feel bad for him because when we moved to the duplex in Texas, he left all the loading and packing to me. It was up to me to find people to help me move stuff to the new place and make sure everything was packed and ready to go. All he worried about was his PC and his desk. Hell even my brother and I had to put my bed frame together because he hadn't done it.
He was an asshole everytime we had to go back to the other house to help clean up too and got mad once because my mom asked us to bring something and he didnt bring it.
But things settled down mostly. I hated how i was expected to do almost everything but it was manageable.
Then he wanted to move and find a new job, which was fine, he sorta?? Let me know what kind of jobs he was applying for and where. But when he got an offer, he accepted it without even talking to me about it. The job he took he was going to start in two months and I had less than a months notice to pack all of our shit and leave not only that but they didn't offer relocation and he was going to be getting a little less in pay. We had less than a month to move Which again- he barely helped with. All the sorting through shit and packing was left up to me once again. I ended up leaving almost all of our stuff behind because I couldnt fucking take it with me to my moms.
I gave Virginia a shot and i was more miserable than I've been ever. I was expected to do everything. EVERYTHING. I decided to go to California. I had originally hoped that in doing so we could save some money and he could use the money we saved to get stuff for the apartment to make it more comfortable.
Which didnt really happen until April. After being with Family in Cali for a while, seeing how well lucian was doing and stuff, I honestly didn't wanna go back. I went back to sign the lease and then again a couple months after my aunt died because of how tense things were at the house, i figured it'd be a last ditch effort to save things.
But no. I tried to tell him how I felt. I tried to tell him what bothered me, why i was so depressed. I told him I felt lonely, I told him I felt like i was expected to do everything. And it always. always felt like I was talking to a wall
I told him I wished wed go out and do things more, that itd be nice and I might meet people. He wanted me to meet people online first and then meet them in person. Which totally defeated the purpose of getting me out of the. House to socialize, and even if indidnt make any friends then at least I got out and was productive. But he doesnt like leaving the house.
I told him countless times that I felt like it was unfair that he expected me to do so much work around then house with minimal help, but nothing changed. He thought helping more meant cleaning the kitchen and making easy dinners.
And while I appreciated it in wished hed help more with the living room too, or the laundry, or anything else literally. The most recent time I brought it up he managed to turn it around to finances and told me that he doesnt spend money on himself because he spends it all on me and Lucian. He told me that if i didnt get what I wanted I essentially acted like it was the end of the world.
Granted yes, I'd get disappointed and my displays depending on my mood or whether or not the item was seasonal or limited edition varried from minor to being a little mopey (i really tried not to be, most of the time i was usually more upset about the ungodly cost than anything.)
Then he invades my privacy, not once but twice I found out. This son of a bitch logged on to my discord, TWICE.
The first time he did it was a day I cleaned the whole apartment. Like I vacuumed, shampooed, cleaned the kitchen counters the best in could, did the dishes, took out the trash, wiped counters and the stove, did several loads of laundry, picked up in the bedroom.
As soon as he got home i went to my room and I guess thats when he did it. He logged onto my account on the computer and opened discord, and went through my messages.
That's literally the only reason he asked me for a divorce. Was because he had seen I've been thinking about it for a while.
And then for whatever reason he did it a second fucking time.
The irony? The first time he did it?? If hed just fucking come to me, I was gonna ask him for a divorce myself. But then he did it, and while it was a huge relief at the time, it would have taken every ounce of willpower not to slap him if I had known then that he was only asking because he went through my messages.
We managed to work things out to maintain some civility for Lucian's sake, and i was okay with that! I was glad we seemed to have cleared the air a little bit.
But then I thought about it more, he never actually apologized to me for anything. He never actually apologized for the messed up stuff he did or said, and he doesnt think he did anything wrong by going through my messages. In fact he thinks he was justified because "I needed to know how they really felt."
And then when I admitted some things I did or said was messed up, he didnt even actually own up to his bullshit. He had to lump me in with him
"Cant we bith admit that we both did and said fucked up shit?"
Like?? That's whaT I WAS JUST DOING. WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THIS WHOLE TIME???
Then on my way to CO I find out??? He tried to say he does everything himself??? Inwas looking into the requirements to fly with my cat and dog because originally i was going to fly to Colorado. I dont remember which airline I checked, but I checked the requirements for the airline he was gonna send me on, and then he tells my step dad hes tired of doing everything himself.
WHAT???
I looked it up!! I thought I was gonna fly with a certain airline so that's who I fucking looked it up for!!! And hes trying to say he did all the footwork HIMSELF?! If I'd known he was considering another airline I WOULD HAVE LOOKED THAT UP TOO, BUT I DIDNT. Then He has the audacity to say hes tired of being the only one doing all the work??
Are you fucking kidding me????
No, nuh uh. Fuck him. I dont think I hate him surprisingly but FUCK IM LIVID.
I should by all rights hate his fucking guts, but dont, if I did the sight of him would send me into fits of rage as would the mention of his name.
But God damn I am PISSED OFF at him. So fucking pissed off. I mean for all I know hes hacked my account and is reading this right fucking now.
If you are Alex, FUCK YOU for everything you've put me through these last couple years.
fuck him. I don't feel bad for him in the least. I know I'm not fucking perfect, but I fucking tried. I gave him more chances than he fucking deserved. He held me to unfair standards, he expected me to clean house in 2 hours or less, expected me to cook every fucking night, constantly tried to tell me my mental health is harder for him than it is for me, tried to tell my family that he does all the fucking work (okay I cant make phone calls but I can do fucking research you fuck), made me out to be the bad guy constantly, doesn't own up to his bullshit, put me through all this and EXPECTED ME TO APOLOGIZE FOR GOING TO CALIFORNIA, went through my fucking discord, and countless other bullshit.
Yeah no I don't feel bad for him. Not at all, he had plenty of chances to work with me to avoid all this and he chose to ignore it. The only attempts seemed to be when I wasn't with him.
I have a lot of baggage and issues, but I fucking deserve better than that.
If hes in emotional turmoil because of what happened. He brought it on himself. I fuckin tried.
If me not feeling even a little sorry for him makes me a bad person
Then get me my fucking demon costume.
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